1. The Last Flight. Chapter 4


    Date: 1/4/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    a pure white handkerchief which almost shone against the background of death and destruction. “He says it hasn't been used and was in his pocket.” “That's fine, George, Just what we need. Thank you.” Jemima smiled at him and his faced lit up as though she had kissed him. The was silence for a moment until Jemima raised an eyebrow as if querying why he was still there. He frowned for a moment until realisation sudden came through. “Oh, oh, yes, sorry, I will give you some privacy.” He scuttled off to join the others. Once he was far enough away, Jemima slowly lifted the hem of my skirt to get a better look at the damage. The cut was quite deep but no serious damage had been done. The blood was now just oozing slowly from the gash and only needed something to help it clot. “I am no expert.” she began, “I never learned any first aid but I do know this needs a bandage, so...” She placed the handkerchief, which she had refolded so the cleanest part was against the wound. “Hold that there while I improvise.” Jemima unfastened the buttons which held the remains of my stocking up and very carefully removed what was left of the shredded nylon then, without batting an eye, she lifted her own skirt and did the same with her own, the one which, miraculously, was undamaged, and rolled it down and removed it. She knelt in front of me and slipped it over my naked foot and began to smooth it up my leg. Her hands were so warm and gentle, and I was mesmerized, watching her work her way up ...
    until she was able to stretch the soft mesh over the handkerchief. She refastened the suspenders to it, holding it in place, and then gently placed her hand on the wound, holding it. “I, I think that should be enough until we get help,” she stammered and seemed to be shy all of a sudden, removing her hand quickly and carefully pulling down the hem of my skirt. I said nothing, but for a moment it seemed everything was silent as I looked at her and felt a rush of adrenalin course through me, my heart jumping for a moment. I shook my head. “No. That's silly,” I thought, “It's just the circumstances.” “I don't think that will stay for long.” She seemed apologetic, “Maybe it will do the job for now though.” I smiled at her and rubbed her shoulder. “It will be fine,” I told her, “You are doing a wonderful job. Now, would you help me to my feet, please?” She stood up and held out her hand which I took and hauled myself to my feet. I took a step and cried out! “Oww, damn it!” I cursed and again stumbled then shifted my weight to my uninjured leg. “Don't just stand there, she needs help!” Jemima called out, trying to steady me and the same passenger who had opened the door came forward. “Just support her, keep the weight from her leg,” she told him Together, we hobbled across to the others. “We need to get away from the wreckage,” I told them. “I suggest we head back towards the airstrip and stay in the open where we can be seen.” The man and I turned to go but no-one moved. We stopped. ...
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