The Last Flight. Chapter 17 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 17

... demons have finally departed. He told me that he will do all he can to save you from those very same demons.” I nodded wearily and let out a big sigh as Pascale put her hand on my shoulder. “I don't think that there is anyone I would trust more to help me than you and he.” Although it was still light outside and the sun was only just beginning to fade, we all decided that it was time to sleep. Françoise had an early start and I just needed to rest, sleep would be both welcome and frightening but somehow, it had to come or I would go out of my mind! I bid goodnight to Françoise in the continental way, a kiss to each cheek and followed Pascale into my room. She had set a very comfortable looking armchair near to my bed and she went over to the window after switching on the light and began to close the big wooden shutters, blocking out the beautiful sunset. “Wait a moment,” I said, hobbling to her side, “It is such a shame to shut out such a beautiful view.” “Yes, you are quite right,” she replied and together we stood, for a moment, looking silently out of the window. I felt her hand slip around my waist and I turned to her and smiled. She lay her head upon my shoulder and sighed. After a short while she stepped aside. “Come on,” she said, “You shouldn't stand still for too long.” She finished closing the shutters and we prepared ourselves for bed, or, at least, I did. I watched her as she pulled ...

... her nightdress over her head and began to undress beneath it.. As she slipped of her slacks she suddenly paused and sat in the armchair. “May I tell you something, Karen?” she said slowly, “Something you mustn't tell anyone else?” “Of course you can, Pascale,” I assured her. “Is it something important?” “No, not important but a little embarrassing...” I was curious now and promised her faithfully that whatever it was, her secret was safe. “It is about earlier today, when you smacked my bottom.” I could almost see her face glowing in the dim light of the electric lamp. “Oh, yes, sorry about that. It was supposed to be a playful tap but I suppose it was a little harder than I intended.” “Oh, I know. It is not that, though,” she seemed almost afraid to speak her mind. "Then what?” I gently encouraged her and she looked at the floor. “I liked it...” “You did?” My eyes opened wide. I had never heard of anyone enjoying being smacked before. “Yes,” she whispered. “It was unexpected and made me jump but, once the sting faded it became like a heat, spreading across my bottom and through to...” She stopped, words trailing away as though she had decided that she had said enough. “Through to where, Pascale?” I was fascinated. “Karen! Don't you get it yet? I got aroused by it!” “Ah... Oh ! I see !” The penny dropped like a lead weight. Suddenly, I too was blushing and had no idea what to say. To be continued...