In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. She was a patient in the surgical ward, recovering from a minor procedure. Her small breasts were exposed, the hospital gown not doing much to cover her modesty.
Dr. Ethan, a young and handsome doctor, made his rounds, checking on his patients. When he entered Isabella’s room, he couldn’t help but notice her exposed chest. He felt a stirring in his loins, but quickly pushed it aside, focusing on his duty as a doctor.
Isabella, however, had other plans. She had always had a crush on Dr. Ethan, and seeing him now, she couldn’t help but feel aroused. She made sure to make eye contact with him, her bright green eyes sparkling with desire.
Dr. Ethan, trying to maintain his professionalism, began to examine Isabella. He started with her bandages, changing them and checking her wounds. But as he moved closer to her chest, he couldn’t help but glance at her small breasts.
Isabella, sensing his gaze, took a deep breath, causing her chest to rise and fall. She saw Dr. Ethan’s eyes widen, and she knew she had him. She licked her lips, inviting him in.
Dr. Ethan, unable to resist, leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it quickly turned passionate. His hands roamed her body, touching and caressing her. Isabella responded in kind, her hands reaching down to stroke his growing erection.
Ethan, breaking the kiss, began to explore her body with his mouth. He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobes. Isabella moaned, her back arching as she enjoyed the sensation. Ethan then moved down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking on it. Isabella gasped, her hand reaching down to stroke her clit.
Ethan, noticing her arousal, reached down and began to finger her. He slipped one finger inside her, then two, feeling her wetness. Isabella moaned louder, her hips bucking as she rode his fingers.
Ethan, knowing she was ready, positioned himself between her legs. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. Isabella, nodding, wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
Ethan entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy. Isabella moaned, her nails digging into his back. Ethan began to thrust, harder and faster. Isabella met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together.
Ethan, feeling himself close to climax, reached down and began to stroke Isabella’s clit. She moaned louder, her hips grinding against his hand. They came together, their orgasms washing over them.
Ethan collapsed on top of Isabella, his head resting on her chest. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath. Ethan then got up and dressed, preparing to leave.
Isabella, feeling a pang of sadness, watched him go. She knew their encounter was a one-time thing, but she couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss.
Ethan, walking down the hall, couldn’t get Isabella out of his mind. He knew he had crossed a line, but he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.
As he made his rounds, he couldn’t help but steal glances at her room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. But she was gone, discharged and back to her normal life.
Ethan, feeling a sense of longing, couldn’t help but think about her. He knew he would never forget her, the woman with the small breasts and long hair.
Isabella, back in her own bed, couldn’t help but smile. She knew their encounter was a special one, something she would never forget. She fell asleep, dreaming of Dr. Ethan, her heart filled with warmth.
