In the hushed stillness of the hospital wing, a woman named Isolde lay in her bed, her lithe form draped in nothing but the cool air of the room. The fluorescent lights above her bathed her in a sterile glow, casting deep shadows on her pale skin. Long, wavy locks of golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her petite form and small, perky breasts. Her nipples, already hardened with the chill, seemed to beg for the warmth of a lover’s touch.
Enter Henry, a young doctor who had recently graduated from medical school. His eyes widened as he caught sight of Isolde’s nude form, but he quickly composed himself, donning the professional demeanor that he had practiced for years.
“Good evening, Isolde,” he greeted, approaching her bedside. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better now that you’re here, Henry,” she replied, her voice a sultry whisper.
Henry hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But as he looked into Isolde’s deep green eyes, he felt a magnetic pull towards her. He took a deep breath, and before he knew it, his hand was reaching out to caress her cheek.
Isolde leaned into his touch, her lips parting in a soft sigh. Henry took this as an invitation, and he leaned in to capture her lips with his own. Their kiss was soft at first, but it quickly deepened, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duel.
As they kissed, Henry’s hand wandered down Isolde’s body, tracing the curves of her breasts and the dip of her waist. He lingered on her nipples, teasing them with his fingers until they were painfully hard.
Isolde moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his short, dark hair. She pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together as their kiss grew more fervent.
Henry’s other hand wandered lower, slipping between Isolde’s thighs. He found her wet and ready for him, her pussy slick with desire. He teased her entrance, dipping his fingers in just enough to make her gasp.
“Please, Henry,” Isolde begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you inside me.”
Henry didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready. He teased her entrance with the tip, making Isolde squirm with anticipation.
Finally, he thrust inside her, filling her completely. Isolde cried out with pleasure, her nails digging into Henry’s back.
They moved together in a steady rhythm, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release. Henry reached down to tease Isolde’s clit, rubbing circles around it until she was panting with pleasure.
Isolde’s moans grew louder, her legs shaking as she reached her peak. Henry followed soon after, his thrusts growing erratic as he spilled himself inside her.
They lay together in the aftermath, their bodies spent and their hearts racing. They knew they had broken the rules, but in that moment, they didn’t care.
As Henry pulled away, he looked down at Isolde with a soft smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered, before turning to leave.
Isolde watched him go, her body still tingling with pleasure. She knew that what they had done was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
In the hushed stillness of the hospital wing, their secret remained safe. For now.
