The Last Flight. Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 3

... pardon?!” the businessman looked aghast, “Just who do you think...!” “Shut up you arrogant little man. Do as you are told and fasten your belt. Her job is difficult enough without you making it more difficult!” His jaw dropped but he did as he was told when his colleague put his hand on his arm and nodded for him to behave. “Thank you, Sir.” I said as politely as I could then turned to Jemima. I was about to tell her I was quite capable of dealing with arrogant male passengers but when I saw the fear in her eyes I couldn't be angry. She looked terrified. I knelt beside her and took her hand. “Hey, don't worry.” I spoke calmly and gently. The floor tilted as we began to turn to the left, the pilots being careful not to let the drag from the stricken right engine snap the aeroplane around too tightly had they banked right. “You will be fine, we all will. They train constantly for just this sort of thing.” Her beautiful brown eyes looked pleading at me and I could feel her hand trembling beneath mine. “I will be just behind you and, remember, be strong.” I squeezed her hand and after checking her belt, smiled and returned to my own seat by the buffet and strapped myself in. All remained quiet for a few minutes, I could see heads moving nervously then suddenly, someone shouted out: “It's on fire again” and, at the same moment The nose dipped and we began to dive steeply. Passengers were screaming and I could feel my belt pulling at my lap as, for a moment, I became weightless. ...

... Jemima Rana was staring straight ahead, her hands gripping the back of the seat in front of her, knuckles pure white. I could not see her face but I knew she must be scared half to death as, indeed, was I even though I suspected that Captain Anderson was using the high wind speed generated by the dive to try to extinguish the flames. It seemed an eternity that we fell, some of the passengers began to scream and I was convinced that my ears would burst such was the pain from the sudden change in pressure but then, almost as quickly as it began, the DC-3 pulled out of its screaming dive and my weight returned pressing me hard into my seat. I unhooked the intercom from the bulkhead and pressed the call button. It buzzed briefly. “Karen, I'm sorry. Is everyone Ok?” It was the Captain. “Yes, I think so.” I answered breathlessly, my ears still throbbing. “What happened?” “The engine reignited. I have to get us down as soon as possible. I have declared an emergency, prepare your passengers for a hard landing. Good luck and God bless.” “You too.” I said but the handset had already gone dead. I felt numb but there was no time to dwell as I pressed the PA button. “Ladies and Gentlemen.” I began again, “The captain has declared an emergency and we will be landing at the first opportunity. Because of this we must prepare for a heavy landing. When you hear the words 'Brace Brace' bend as far forwards as you can, getting your head down on your knees and place your hands on the back of the ...