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The Last Flight
Date: 12/23/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories
rolled forwards onto the long runway. Outside, the sun flashed on the fast spinning propellers as the engine roar reached a crescendo and we began to move. Faster and faster we went, the tail lifting and the cabin floor becoming level and finally we left the ground. An almost imperceptible whirr and clunk as the wheels retracted and we were up, flying, climbing towards the sun as it reflected off the gleaming silver wings. It didn't take long to reach cruising level. The DC-3 was not pressurised so didn't fly high, and I was able to remove my belt and begin the service my passengers had paid for. I began at the front and worked backwards. “Good morning Sir, Madam,” I said to the first couple couple, both elderly and holding each others hands. “Can I get you a drink, something to eat?” They both looked up and smiled, shaking their heads simultaneously and replying, “No thank you.” I continued on in this manner, first to my right then the single seat on my left and alternating thus until I reached the rear row. Some passengers had a drink, some food and others both. When I reached the last row there were two mature business men seated together, very smartly dressed in expensive suits, poring over some important looking documents. They had asked for whisky so I poured them one each and, as I leaned over to place the drink on the little pull down table in front of the gentleman nearest the window, I felt a warm hand on my leg, slowly moving up the inside of my leg towards the ...