The Last Flight. Chapter 16 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 16

I suddenly became incredibly self concious. These two young women, whilst absolutely gorgeous, were like, maybe, sisters to me. Although I had made advances on their mother I just didn't have the same feelings for them at all. It just didn't feel right and I felt very uncomfortable. “Erm, no, it's fine,” I spoke slowly, “ I can do that myself. Thank you, though.” Dominique and Pascale looked at each other. Just briefly but it was a look that I couldn't translate. I wasn't sure whether they were offended that I refused them or whether they had other motives for wanting to help me with my bra and pants but, in no more than an instant, the look was gone. “Okay,” Dominique replied and stood back, the same smile on her lips seemingly inferring that nothing had changed. “I will get your nightdress, I'll be back in a minute.” In the meantime, Pascale handed me a thick towelling robe which I put on whilst still sitting on the bed. I pulled it around me and tied the thick cord tightly with a big bow. “If we get a little carried away,” she began, “It is just because we are not used to having someone to look after and, well, we just want to make sure you feel welcome here and...” her voice trailed away to an embarrassing silence. I felt a little sorry now, thinking I had embarrassed them. “Oh, I'm sorry, no, it's fine, honestly. I do understand and I couldn't be in better hands. I'm just not used to such attention. I have been alone for about seven years and have always been so ...

... independent.” “You promise you will tell us if we do too much then?” she asked. “Yes,” I smiled warmly, “I promise.” Dominique returned just then carrying a white cotton nightdress. “Here you are,” she said, handing it to me. “Would you help me with it please?” I asked her, trying to make her feel wanted. She smiled back and said, "Of course.” A few minutes later there was a tap on the door. “Come in!” I called out and the door creaked open. “We came to say goodnight,” my father said, pushing the door fully open. Françoise turned back the covers and the girls helped me to slide in. The bed was wonderfully cool and I sat back against the thick pillows. After bidding me goodnight and a hug from my dad, I was left alone in the darkness. For a while, I listened to the sounds of the others moving about, preparing for their own beds and then, all was silent. Françoise had insisted that the door would be left ajar so that someone would hear me if I became distressed. Usually, I slept with my room doors tightly closed. It gave me a much needed sense of security but this house had such a aura of peace that this time, I didn't mind. I lay awake for some time, listening to the sounds outside. There were little creaks as the timbers in the house cooled after the hot day and the occasional hoot of a distant owl but I just couldn't settle into sleep. I was so afraid that the dreams would return. After what seemed like hours, I decided to get a drink of water so swung my legs carefully over the ...