The Last Flight Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 7

... seemed louder and felt closer than the previous. I clenched my teeth hard together, trying desperately not to let the scream escape but, suddenly, the biggest explosion ever! The wash-room windows blew in with such a force that I was knocked off my feet by the blast and thrown against the wall, covered in dust and struck by flying shards of glass. Time seemed to slow and I could see every detail, every shard until I hit the wall and the air was forced from my lungs. For what seemed an eternity I sat there, not breathing, no air or strength and then, I screamed. It began as a whimper, then a wail and then a full blown scream of sheer terror and I screamed and screamed and screamed... uncontrollably! I couldn't stop myself! Another bomb exploded nearby and another, drowning out my terrified screams when, out of nowhere, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me, holding me tightly and the screams turned to sobs, relieved just to have someone near me, to hold me and keep me safe. “ I've got you, Karen, it'll all right, you're safe now.” It was Fred who found me and I pressed up against him, holding him, my arms around his waist and pulling tight around him. I was shaking violently, unable to prevent it but I could breathe now. All the sounds of the raid seemed to fade into the distance, moving away to rain death and destruction on other parts of East London. Gradually, my fear subsided and I stopped shaking. I don't know how long he held me like that but it was quite some ...

... time. Slowly I lifted my head away from his chest and looked up at him through dry, red eyes, long since cried out. “I thought I was going to die, Fred,” my voice shaky and cracked. “ You are safe now,” he repeated. “I think the raid is over now... for us, at least.” The muffled sounds of more explosions in the distance prompted the last four words. “ Come on,” he said, “Let's get you cleaned up.” “ In a minute,” I stopped him, holding him tightly again. “My legs are still a bit... you know.” He stroked my head, my hair loose as my headscarf had come off in the blast. I looked up again and this time he bent forwards and kissed me. I responded with a passion I had never felt before. As we kissed I felt his hands grabbing at my breasts, squeezing and pawing. I didn't stop him, I wanted it as much as he did and I returned his passion by unbuttoning his trousers and slipping my hand inside. He was as stiff as a ramrod! I had no idea what I was doing but without even stopping to consider I drew him out and began to rub him back and forth. His breathing was getting heavy, laboured because of his lungs, and I felt his hand move up under my skirt and he gripped the waistband of my pants and pulled them down. There was no resistance. I was out of control now, automatic, no thoughts, just raw need. He pushed me back against the wall and lifted my skirt as I raised my right foot to the wash basin. He pushed into me. Not gently but hard, urgent, bursting through my virginity with such force ...