In the sterile, cold confines of a hospital room, a woman lay tucked away in her bed. Her name was Marianne, a woman of twenty-five years, with long, flowing chestnut hair that cascaded down her shoulders. She was recovering from a minor surgery, leaving her in a hospital gown and hooked up to various monitors and machines. Her small, perky breasts were barely contained by the flimsy garment, her dusky pink nipples peeking out, eager for attention.
The door creaked open, revealing a tall, dark-haired man in his mid-thirties. This was Dr. Adrian, Marianne’s doctor, and the man who had performed her surgery. A charming man with a warm, inviting smile and deep brown eyes, he had a way of making patients feel safe and comfortable.
“Good morning, Marianne,” Adrian greeted her warmly, approaching her bedside. “How are we feeling today?”
“A little sore,” she admitted, her voice raspy from sleep. “But otherwise, I’m okay.”
Adrian’s gaze lingered on her face, studying her features intently. He then glanced down at her chest, noticing her pebbled nipples. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.
“Well,” he said, clearing his throat, “I think I can help with that soreness.”
Marianne raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “How so?”
Adrian leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “I could give you a… private examination.”
Her pulse quickened, a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. “Here?”
He nodded, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and mischief. “Here.”
Adrian began by gently removing Marianne’s hospital gown, exposing her small, perfect breasts. He cupped them gently, caressing and kneading her soft flesh. Leaning in, he captured one erect nipple in his mouth, teasing and tugging at it with his teeth.
Marianne moaned softly, her back arching as she reveled in his touch. She reached out, running her fingers through his thick, dark hair, pulling him closer.
His hand trailed down her stomach, slipping between her legs. He found her wet and ready for him, her clit swollen with need. Gently, he began to circle her sensitive nub, eliciting a moan from Marianne.
Slowly, he inserted a finger into her tight, wet opening, curling it to find that sweet spot within her. He stroked her G-spot as he continued to tease her clit, bringing Marianne to the brink of ecstasy.
With a final flick of his wrist and a gentle pinch of her clit, Marianne came undone, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Panting, she opened her eyes to find Adrian smiling down at her, his fingers glistening with her juices.
“Feeling better?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Much, much better,” she replied, her voice filled with gratitude and satisfaction.
As Adrian left the room, Marianne couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her chest. She knew their encounter had been unprofessional, but she couldn’t deny the intense attraction she felt towards him.
For now, she would cherish the memories of their secret rendezvous, hoping for another taste of the pleasure he brought her.
