In the sterile confines of a hospital room, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. She was a vision of beauty, even with the hospital gown barely concealing her small, perky breasts. Her husband, Jack, had been called away on an emergency, leaving her alone and feeling neglected.
A young nurse named Lily, with short blonde hair and a petite frame, entered the room to check on Isabella. She was a new nurse, eager to please and make a good impression. As she went about her tasks, she couldn’t help but notice the way Isabella’s breasts moved beneath the thin fabric of her hospital gown.
Lily felt a flutter in her chest, a stirring in her loins. She had never been attracted to a woman before, but something about Isabella called to her. She found herself lingering, making small talk, and offering to help Isabella with her bath.
As Lily helped Isabella undress, she couldn’t take her eyes off the other woman’s body. Isabella noticed and smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. She reached out and touched Lily’s cheek, then leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips.
Lily gasped, but didn’t pull away. She kissed back, her hands exploring Isabella’s body. She cupped her small breasts, feeling their weight in her hands, then leaned down and took a nipple in her mouth. Isabella moaned, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her.
Lily’s hands moved lower, to the hem of Isabella’s hospital gown. She slipped her fingers underneath, feeling the warmth of Isabella’s skin. She traced a path upwards, towards the apex of Isabella’s thighs.
