1. The Last Flight Chapter 8


    Date: 11/27/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    again but in reality, just five minutes had passed. “You can't leave me now, Jemima, not after all we have been through.” Once again, a tear formed in my eye and rolled down my cheek. “You have so much to live for now, such a lot to learn together.” Once again, that tiny movement in her fingers. It was all I needed to tell me she was going to be okay. I didn't say any more but just sat, holding her hand until Françoise returned an hour later and wheeled me back to my room in silence. Once back she manoeuvred the chair to my bedside but before she helped me out from the chair she spoke. “I have something for you, Karen,” she said and pointed to the corner of the room by the sink. My overnight bag! I was ecstatic. Fresh clothes! “Oh, that is fantastic!” I exclaimed. “They must have recovered it from the wreckage.” “I thought you would be pleased,” she beamed. “I imagine you would like a change of underclothing?” “Oh yes I would, very much!” I was almost laughing now. I felt so grubby. “Now, your first visit is booked for ten so we have less than an hour to get you presentable.” Françoise winked as she spoke. “I will help you wash,” She closed the door and pulled the curtain partially around the bed then went to the basin in the corner and filled it with hot water. As she turned back to face me she saw I was struggling to remove my underwear under my gown. “No, Karen, wait!” she said, “I will help you,” and she walked quickly to me. “Push down on the chair arms and lift your ...
    bottom. Do not use your leg at all.” I did as I was told and placed my hands on each arm, pushing down and taking my weight on my arms alone. Quickly but so gently, Françoise hooked her fingers into the waistband of my loose fitting knickers and pulled them down over my bottom and carefully over the thick bandage on my thigh. As soon as they were clear I lowered myself back into the chair. All of a sudden I became terribly self concious. I had never had a woman remove my underwear before and, even in this sterile situation, I found it incredibly sexy and erotic. Memories of last night's dream came flooding back and my face burned with fire from a heat deep within me. If Françoise noticed she didn't say anything as she continued to draw my panties down and off my legs. I could feel the moisture forming between my legs and only half hoped that she didn't notice. She put my knickers in a paper bag then went to the sink and generously lathered a cloth which she had previously placed in the hot water. I was trembling a little as she approached, uncertain of what to expect and my heart was pounding, my breathing becoming shallow and laboured. She began at my feet, kneeling in front of me and taking my right foot in her hands. She washed it carefully, making sure that nothing was missed, carefully separating my toes and pressing her fingers in between. When she was satisfied she began to work upwards, along my shin and around my calf until she reached my knee where she stopped then ...
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