In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long, chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. She was a vision of beauty, even in her vulnerable state, her small, firm breasts bare and exposed. The hospital gown had been discarded, leaving her nude and exposed, her long legs stretching out from beneath the thin blanket.
The night shift had just begun, and the halls were quiet, save for the occasional nurse or doctor passing by. Isabella had been in the hospital for a few days now, recovering from a minor surgery, and she was growing restless. She had been unable to sleep, her mind racing with thoughts of her boyfriend, who was away on a business trip.
It was then that a figure appeared in the doorway, a man named Ethan. He was a nurse, tall and muscular, with a kind face and a gentle demeanor. He had been assigned to Isabella’s care, and he had taken a liking to her. He had noticed the way she looked at him, the way her eyes sparkled when he entered the room.
Ethan approached the bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should not be feeling this way, but he could not help himself. He had always been attracted to Isabella, even before she had come to the hospital. He had admired her from afar, never daring to approach her.
But now, with her lying there, vulnerable and alone, he could not resist. He reached out, gently touching her hand, and Isabella’s eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“Ethan,” she whispered, her voice soft and raspy. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Ethan felt a surge of desire coursing through his veins. He leaned down, his face just inches from hers. He could feel her breath on his lips, her warm, sweet breath. He closed his eyes, and then, he kissed her.
It was a gentle kiss at first, but it quickly became passionate. Isabella responded, her arms snaking around his neck, pulling him closer. Ethan’s hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch.
Isabella moaned, her body arching towards him. She had been craving this, craving his touch, his kiss. She had been lonely, so lonely, and now, in this moment, she felt alive.
Ethan’s hand traveled down her body, slipping beneath the blanket. He found her wet, ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, and Isabella gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Ethan,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”
