The Last Flight Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 10

... you were getting on.” “Yes, you said.” My mind was in overdrive now, “But there is something else, more than just my leg.” “Okay, Sherlock, ya got me,” he laughed, then more seriously, “Matron Blanchard asked me to drop by.” “Françoise? Why?” Doctor Harlow dropped his gaze for a moment then looked up at me again. “She is a little worried about you. She overheard some of your conversation with your friend tonight and thinks you may be a little, erm, overwhelmed? If that is the right word.” I smiled at him, deciding whether to blurt it all out but, in the end I decided against it. “She is very sweet but no, I'm okay, really.” “Well, if you're sure. You can trust me, you know. I'm a doctor,” and he flashed that disarming smile. “I know and I do but I'm fine. Thank you anyway.” He reached out and took my hand. “Okay, well, if you need me for anything at all just ask a nurse and she will find me.” “Okay Doc, I will,” I replied, using my best interpretation of his American accent that I only knew from watching westerns at the cinema and flashing a smile almost as big as his. He squeezed my hand. “I'm serious, Karen. I know you are alone and this is a big thing to face. If you need anything then I...” he paused for a moment, “and Matron Blanchard if you prefer, are here to help you.” “I know you are and I am very grateful, honestly. If I need anything I will let you know.” He frowned. “Promise?” “I promise,” I assured him. He stood up and put the chair back into the corner. ...

... “You'll be okay, Kid,” he winked. “Now, I must get back. Take care.” “You too,” I replied and slipped down into the bed, pulling the sheet up to my neck as he left. “Excuse me, Miss.” The voice came from seat twenty-four. I went over to the rearmost row, aisle seat. “May I help you, Sir?” I asked politely. “My friend here,” the man said, indicating the passenger seated beside him. “I don't think he is well.” I looked across to the window seat where I saw another man, motionless, his face covered in blood and badly battered. I stepped back, clapping my hand to my mouth in horror! When I released my mouth I looked down at my hands, they were terrible, the skin was cracked and flaking, like old dry paper. I wanted to scream but couldn't. My throat was so dry. I bumped into the seat behind me and felt a hand slip quickly up my leg, fingers slipping into the loose leg of my knickers and entering me! I swung round and saw a beautiful laughing woman. “Isn't this what you wanted?” she asked, laughing manically. I opened my mouth to protest but no words came. My heart was pounding with fear and excitement. The beautiful woman in seat Twenty-five returned her hand to my leg, slowly sliding up the smooth nylon of my stocking until it met the naked flesh of my thigh. She didn't stop but continued until she found the moist, hot petals protecting my now hot and very wet, entrance. I was trembling now, with a little fear but more with the anticipation of something hitherto unknown. The beautiful ...