1. The Last Flight. Chapter 3


    Date: 3/7/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    not suppress a smile. She had wiped all the mascara from her face and, with the aid of a small ornate compact mirror, was carefully reapplying her make-up. She saw me and, without pausing simply said: “If I am to die, I don't want the whole world saying, 'Look at the state of her'!” “We are not going to die.” I said, already believing my own words, “We have the most experienced pilots at the helm. Captain Anderson was an RAF pilot during the war and flew these into all sorts of trouble... and out again, I might add.” I leaned across and took a final look out of the window beside her. We were no longer turning but we did appear to be slowly descending. All I could see now were mountains and trees. I could do no more so I let the fabric fall back, obscuring the view for the last time, squeezed Jemima's shoulder and, with a final glance at seat twenty-four. Returned to my seat. The last few minutes seemed to take an eternity and I tried to run through all the things I would have to do once we were down. My mind was totally befuddled but I knew that once I had to act, everything would fall into place. I reached down and so, so slowly pushed the flat chrome plate into its slot in the buckle, the click as it latched in place seemed deafening. I pulled the excess webbing tight and waited. My heart almost stopped when the handset buzzed. I put it tentatively to my ear, ready to shout if it was dead. “Hello?” “Karen, it's Bob.” I didn't reply. “We have made it to the airfield but ...
    the hydraulics are gone. The undercarriage is down but we are truly in the hands of God now. Good luck.” “Good luck.” I repeated. I took one last breath, pressed the PA button and summoning every last ounce of strength shouted into the mic. “Brace! Brace! Brace!” There was not a sound and everyone that I could see, without exception, snapped forwards immediately and unquestioningly.. Once I was satisfied that they were all prepared I let my arms fall to my sides and lowered my own head to my knees and wondered... was this to be my last flight? The airframe was buffeting now, jolting and swaying. I could only imagine how far we were from the runway and the roar from the engine seemed unnatural as it only came from one side. The floor tilted first one way and then the other as the wings rose and fell and in my minds eye I envisaged Eric and Bob fighting with the controls to keep the airplane straight and level as we approached. Suddenly, I was slammed hard into my seat as we hit the ground hard with a severe jolt then bounced back up. Again the cabin tilted, to the left this time and another hard bump. People were screaming now, but no, it wasn't people, it was the screeching and crashing of tearing metal. The undercarriage had collapsed! I remained bent forwards, thankful for he restraint of the seat belt as I was being tossed like a rag doll, unable to do anything but trust that it held. I covered my ears, putting all my efforts into suppressing the urge to scream, nostrils ...
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