In the sterile, cold confines of a hospital room, a woman lay in her bed, her body exposed and vulnerable. She was petite, with small breasts that were still perky and firm, and long hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back. Her name was Samantha, and she was only 25 years old, but she had been in the hospital for weeks, recovering from a severe car accident.
Dr. Michael Bennett was the attending physician for Samantha’s case. He was a tall, handsome man in his early 40s, with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. He had always found Samantha to be an attractive woman, but he had never acted on his desires, knowing that it was unprofessional and inappropriate.
But one day, as he was making his rounds, he found Samantha alone in her room, her hospital gown open in the front, exposing her naked breasts. She was asleep, and he couldn’t help but stare at her perfect body. He felt a stirring in his pants, and he knew he had to leave the room before he did something he would regret.
But as he was leaving, Samantha woke up and saw him standing there. She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but return the gesture. They started talking, and before they knew it, they were flirting with each other. Samantha asked Michael if he would give her a sponge bath, and he hesitated for only a moment before agreeing.
Michael closed the door behind him and locked it. He turned around and saw Samantha lying in the bed, her body on full display. He felt his cock harden in his pants, and he knew he was in trouble. He approached the bed and started washing Samantha’s body, his hands lingering on her breasts and her hips.
Samantha moaned as Michael touched her, her body responding to his touch. She reached down and started stroking his cock through his pants, and he groaned, his hips thrusting forward. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth.
Michael pulled down Samantha’s pants and started licking her pussy, his tongue circling her clit. She moaned louder, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her wetness coat his finger. He added another finger, stretching her open.
Samantha begged Michael to fuck her, and he pulled off his pants and climbed on top of her. He slid his cock inside her, and she gasped, her body tensing up. He started thrusting, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.
They changed positions, Samantha on top, riding Michael as he lay on the bed. She moaned louder, her body moving with abandon. Michael reached up and pinched her nipples, and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
Michael pulled out and came on Samantha’s stomach, his cum mixing with the water from the sponge bath. They lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies slick with sweat.
They never spoke of what happened that day, but every time Michael saw Samantha, he couldn’t help but remember the way she looked, naked and vulnerable in her hospital bed. And every time Samantha saw Michael, she couldn’t help but remember the way he touched her, the way he made her feel. It was their little secret, a whisper in the hospital that no one else would ever know.
