1. 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 ...
    top of my sheer stocking, under my skirt. I froze momentarily. Not from fear but anger. I was used to this now. Horny men just having to touch me because my uniform turned them on. It didn't happen every day but often enough for it to be extremely irritating. I took a deep breath, placed the glass on the table and straightened up. The hand had now reached the lacy top of my stocking and I turned to admonish the man in the single seat behind. The hand pulled quickly away as I swung round, my face showing the anger I felt but I stopped and looked in surprise at the beautiful woman who was sitting there. I was stunned! I had never been molested by a woman before and certainly not one as smart and attractive as her! A shiver ran down my spine and such a weird feeling came over me. The anger had vanished as quickly as it had begun and all of a sudden I felt a kind of tingle, something I had never felt before. I didn't understand it. “May I get you something?” I asked, rather weakly. The woman smiled but didn't answer straight away so I continued, to avoid an awkward silence. “Is there something you would like?” The answer I received was as unexpected as the initial touch. “You,” she whispered. I almost dropped the tray I was holding but before I could react she said a little more loudly, “Yes, a gin and tonic please,” and all the time her smouldering almond eyes held mine, unblinking. It took all the will power I had to tear myself away from her gaze and, turning slowly away, I ...
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