In the sterile, cold confines of a hospital room, a woman lay naked on the bed, her long hair splayed out across the white pillows. Her name was Sophia, a woman of 27 years with small breasts that were tender from the surgery she had undergone just hours before. She was alone, her family and friends having left to rest and recuperate from the emotional toll of the day.
The door to her room creaked open, and a figure slipped in, clad in hospital scrubs and a lab coat. It was Dr. Jackson, a man of 40 years with a reputation for being both brilliant and compassionate. He approached Sophia’s bedside, his eyes filled with concern.
“How are you feeling, Sophia?” he asked, his voice gentle and soothing.
“I’m in pain,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m glad you’re here.”
Dr. Jackson nodded, and pulled up a chair next to her bed. He took her hand in his, and began to talk to her, distracting her from the pain with stories of his life and his experiences. His voice was like a balm to her soul, and she found herself drawn to him, comforted by his presence.
As they talked, Sophia’s gaze drifted down to Dr. Jackson’s lap, where she noticed a growing bulge in his scrubs. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise, but he just smiled and squeezed her hand.
“It’s okay, Sophia,” he said. “I want this too.”
He leaned in, and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, and she found herself wanting more.
Dr. Jackson’s hands began to wander, caressing Sophia’s small breasts and teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch despite the pain.
He broke the kiss, and began to trail his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking at the sensitive skin. She arched her back, her body begging for more. He complied, his lips finding her nipples and teasing them with his tongue.
Sophia gasped, her body on fire with desire. She reached down, and began to stroke Dr. Jackson’s cock through his scrubs. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she squeezed and pulled at him.
He pulled back, and quickly stripped off his scrubs and lab coat. Sophia’s eyes widened as she took in his muscular form, his cock standing at attention and begging for her attention.
He climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself between her legs. She spread her legs wide, inviting him in. He entered her slowly, his cock sliding into her wet and waiting pussy.
They moved together, their bodies in sync as they explored each other. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing as their hips ground together. She moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with pleasure.
Dr. Jackson began to thrust harder, his cock hitting her G-spot with every stroke. She cried out, her body on the edge of orgasm. He reached down, and began to stroke her clit, sending her over the edge.
She screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came hard. Dr. Jackson followed suit, his cock pulsing as he filled her pussy with his cum.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Sophia looked up at Dr. Jackson, her eyes filled with gratitude.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He smiled, and kissed her gently on the forehead.
“Anytime, Sophia,” he replied. “Anytime.”
