1. The Last Flight. Chapter 2


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    I stood alone at the rear of the cabin. All was well, the constant drone of the engines and the vague vibrations, as well as the sudden slight jolts and movements because of the the changes in air pressure outside, went largely unnoticed. They were all part of my daily life as a stewardess. I busied myself with cleaning the crockery and cutlery, stowing it away until needed. The flight was just over half way and I turned around and scanned the passengers. Some were snoozing, others were chatting or just looking out of the window. It was then that I noticed that seat twenty-five was empty. No-one had passed me to use the wash-room, which was next to the galley and I had been there for some ten minutes. I wondered if she was perhaps not well. Air sickness was an ever present condition, perhaps not so much on the DC-3 as it was not as smooth as the modern jet airliners but, nonetheless, there was often someone who would succumb. I tapped gently on the door and listened carefully. Nothing. I tapped again, a little harder. “Are you all right?” I said, not so loud that the other passengers could hear but so that she could, if she was in there. I heard a faint click as the door lock was released from inside. “No, I am not. Please come and help me,” her unmistakable voice replied. Taking a quick look down the cabin to ensure no-one was looking and wouldn't see through the door when I opened it, I turned the handle and opened the door, quietly slipping inside and closing it behind ...
    me. Jemima Rana was sitting on the toilet with her arm out towards the tissue dispenser, her skirt was pulled up around her waist and her panties were around her ankles. She was leaning forwards, her free hand across her lap. “What is wrong?” I asked, a little awkwardly. I had dealt with toilet problems many times but due to Jemima's previous behaviour, I was very concious of the fact that she was taking great efforts to conceal herself. “I reached for some tissue,” she began, “and when I pulled, my bracelet snagged on the holder. I cannot free it.” I crouched beside her and saw that the fine gold chain had caught on a piece of the metal holder and was not going to move easily. “I will go and get the First Officer. He is also an engineer. He will be able to do something.” “No!!” she hissed. “Look at me! Do you think I want a man to see me like this?” Her expression was a mixture of embarrassment and anger. “Damn it... Karen!” she looked at my name badge. “It is bad enough you seeing me so vulnerable.” I looked again at her and considered the predicament she was in then, something dawned on me. She was not used to being helpless! This was a beautiful, rich woman who was used to having everything her own way. She touched me because she knew I would not be able to do anything about it. This wasn't a sexual thing at all, it was power, pure and simple. I could protest, certainly, but that was about it. If I said anything, she would deny it and, without evidence to the contrary, be ...
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