The Last Flight Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 7

Suddenly I felt a deep sense of longing and relief at the same time. I looked at Françoise and saw a far away look in her eyes. She was looking at me, at my sex but not seeming to be aware of what she was doing to me. Her thumb, gently stroking my pelvis was getting nearer to my groin and the loose leg of my knickers. I felt my face flush, not with embarrassment but with excitement and desire. I didn't dare move, didn't want to break the spell as her hand moved a little higher and her thumb moved carefully towards my ever moistening lips. She seemed engrossed in what she was doing, never looking up but watching, with a feint smile playing on her lips as if far away thoughts were filling her mind. She was pressing her thumb into my groin, now, softly but firmly whilst it continued to trace little circles upon the soft flesh. I gasped, sucking the air deeply into my lungs when her thumb finally took that final step onto my petals and began to insinuate its way between them until she was massaging the very entrance to my vagina. I had never been touched so lovingly before and never at all by another woman. The sensations were exquisite and I couldn't help but let out a little moan of total pleasure. Françoise stopped without warning and looked up at me. “I will get the water and cloth now,” she said. “No, please, don't stop, Françoise. That felt so good,” I almost pleaded with her. She smiled and nodded and, simultaneously, returned her hand to my overheated mound. I lay back ...

... against the pillows and parted my legs a little further, allowing her complete access. Her thumb, once again, found its way into my underwear but this time began to carefully massage my clitoris, rotating against it, pressing and circling and then... she leaned forward and kissed me against my soaking petals, prolonged, before allowing her tongue to begin stroking carefully up and down between them. It felt so good. I lay back and allowed the sensations to wash over me. My whole body was as taut as a bowstring and yet relaxed and there was no pain anymore just this wonderful euphoria building up inside. Her soft tongue lapped at me, finding its way between my soft folds, her lips gently sucking at them, pulling them and releasing them and then, she was drawing my aching clitoris from its fleshy sheath, making it scream out in delicious ecstasy. I arched my back as her tongue began to insinuate itself into my soaking wet entrance and she sucked up all the moisture that ran from within me. Françoise knew exactly what she was doing, touching me so gently, her thumb massaging my groin as her tongue worked its magic inside me. I could hardly breathe now, and little mews began to escape from my throat. Slowly I felt my orgasm begin to overtake me, not a thundering one but gentle, like the waves hissing gently up a deserted Pacific beach. With a final breath, I floated back from heaven and lay still. I felt so happy now, as though all my fears had been washed away. After a minute or ...