The Last Flight Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 6

... please, let me finish. When we kissed it awoke feelings inside me that I had never experienced before. I have had sex, of course I have, more than I care to admit. I suppose I slept my way to the top but you... you were different. I wanted to hold you so much.” I couldn't think of anything to say at that moment. My mind was in a whirl. Everything she had just described was exactly how I had felt when I touched her leg and kissed her. I had intended to teach her a lesson but realised that I also had experienced something new. “I am stupid, Karen!” she said suddenly. “I should not have come here, I'm sorry. You must think me a complete fool.” She tried to stand but clutched at her stomach and flopped back into the chair. I noticed her breathing was very shallow, panting even. “Nurse! Nurse!” I shouted as loud as I could, almost screaming and within a moment two nurses ran through the door, took one look at Jemima and went straight to her. “'Oo, is she, Mademoiselle? What is she doing 'ere?” the first one asked as she knelt down and took Jemima's wrist. “She is another survivor of the aeroplane crash. I think she is more injured than she realised.” “I will fetch ze docteur,” the second nurse said and quickly disappeared. I jumped from the bed and a sharp pain shot through my thigh as my feet hit the floor. I felt the stitches open but said nothing. “I will help you get her on my bed!” I told the nurse and, together, we managed to lift Jemima up and lay her on the warm white ...

... cotton sheet. At that moment the other nurse returned, following a young man in a white coat. “I am Docteur Rousseau, What 'as 'appened?” By this time I had lowered myself into the chair, in considerable pain and was about to explain when the nurse spoke quickly to him in French. He nodded as he listened and began to feel Jemima's stomach. Suddenly she cried out in agony as he pressed his fingers into her soft flesh. He spoke quickly again to the nurses who disappeared then returned momentarily with a trolley. Which they placed beside my bed. I tried to stand, to help them but the doctor raised his hand. “Non, do not move, Mademoiselle. I will send someone to you shortly!” Together, the three of them moved Jemima across to the trolley and then pushed her quickly from my room. I sat there, bemused, scared, worried. I had no idea what had happened to her but judging by their reaction, it wasn't good! It seemed an eternity that I waited, alone, not daring to move until I decided I would be better off back in bed as my thigh was throbbing quite painfully so I stood up and all but fell onto the bed. At that moment the matron appeared at the doorway. “Mademoiselle, What are you doing? You should not be out of bed wizout assistance!” “You do speak English then,” I replied sarcastically. “Of course,” was all she replied before unceremoniously lifting the hem of my nightdress and examining my dressing. A small spot of blood was beginning to appear. Bright red in stark contrast to the off ...