The Last Flight. Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 3

... seat in front of you. Do NOT release your seat belt until we are down safely.” I calmly returned the handset to its cradle and waited. I could see out of the window to my right, Jemima's window, and could tell we were very low now, only about a thousand feet. All I could see below were trees and they seemed to be getting nearer. Jemima twisted in her seat and looked back at me, her face streaked with mascara as the tears ran down her face. I smiled to her and nodded slowly, trying as best I could to reassure her from the restraints of my position. She smiled back and turned away. I returned my attention to the window. The three blades of the propeller were still now, blades turned so that they would slice through the air and cause as little drag as possible. The engine cowling was blackened, the panels buckled and smoke and fluid were trailing back across the scorched wing. I knew we were in serious trouble and I too was afraid. My heart was in my mouth but for now, we appeared to be flying steadily. I stopped looking out and sat with my hands clasped on my lap and my head bowed. Throughout the cabin was a low murmur. Some of the passengers were praying, other were talking with their spouse but generally, they were calm. I reached up and took down the handset but held it in front of me, looking at it. Should I call? I knew they were busy but the suspense was killing me. I jumped suddenly as the handset buzzed. “Yes?” I said tentatively, “Are we Ok?” “For now.” It was Bob ...

... Donnelly. “Eric is holding her steady but we are haemorrhaging hydraulic fluid. I don't know how long we can stay up so we are searching for a suitable place to put down.” I didn't know what to say. “Karen?” Bob's voice sounded metallic an distant. “Erm, yes, sorry, I was...” I didn't know what I was and my voice trailed off. “Be strong, Love, we need you, your passengers need you.” the distant, metallic voice urged. “Yes, I know, I'm Ok.” I assured him, my strength already returning, “What is the outlook?” “Good girl.” Bob said. “I have studied the maps and there is an old disused airfield that the Germans abandoned after the war. We are heading there. I just hope we can stay up long enough to reach it. About ten minutes.” Whilst he spoke I again felt the floor tilt as the aeroplane turned slowly. “I am going to try to reassure the passengers. If we have to go down buzz the intercom so I can get back to my seat.” “Ok, will do.” a short silence. “We will be Ok, Honey, you'll see.” and before I could answer there was a click and the handset went dead. I held it to my ear for a moment longer before letting my hand slowly sink own into my lap then I took a deep breath. Ten minutes. I wasn't going let the possibilities into my head. I had to keep busy, I placed the handset back in its cradle, released the buckle and let the two halves of the belt fall either side to the floor and stood up. My first thought was for Jemima, she was still sitting rigid in her seat and as I appeared ...