The Healing Touch

In the sterile confines of the hospital room, a woman lay in her bed, her long hair splayed out on the pillow like a dark halo. Her small breasts were exposed, the nipples hard from the cold air conditioning. She was naked, having just come out of a shower, and the water droplets still clung to her skin.

The door creaked open, and a man entered, clad in blue scrubs. He was the woman’s doctor, and he had been taking care of her since she was admitted to the hospital. He was a handsome man, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a gentle touch, and the woman had come to trust him completely.

“How are you feeling today?” the doctor asked, his voice soft and soothing.

“I’m okay,” the woman replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “A little sore, but otherwise fine.”

The doctor nodded, and he approached the bed. He took the woman’s hand in his, and he gently squeezed it.

“I’m going to examine you now,” he said. “Is that okay?”

The woman nodded, and she closed her eyes as the doctor began his examination. He started with her feet, gently pressing on each toe, checking for any signs of swelling or pain. He then moved up to her legs, running his hands along her thighs, feeling for any lumps or bumps.

As he reached her hips, the woman couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down her spine. She had always been attracted to the doctor, and his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

The doctor continued his examination, moving up to her small breasts. He gently cupped them in his hands, feeling for any abnormalities. The woman couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as the doctor touched her, her nipples hardening even more.

The doctor looked up at the woman, and he could see the desire in her eyes. He knew that she wanted him, and he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards her.

Without saying a word, the doctor leaned in and kissed the woman gently on the lips. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his.

The doctor’s hands began to wander, moving down the woman’s body and settling on her hips. He gently pulled her towards him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

The doctor’s cock was already hard, and he could feel it pressing against the woman’s wet pussy. He slowly entered her, and she let out a soft moan as he filled her up.

The doctor began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. The woman matched his movements, her hips bucking in time with his.

As they fucked, the woman’s moans grew louder, filling the hospital room. The doctor’s breathing became ragged, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

With one final thrust, the doctor came, filling the woman’s pussy with his hot, sticky cum. She milked him dry, her pussy contracting around his cock.

The doctor pulled out, and he lay down next to the woman, his head on her chest. They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, as they caught their breath.

“Thank you,” the woman said, her voice soft and breathy.

“Anytime,” the doctor replied, a smile on his face.

As they drifted off to sleep, the woman couldn’t help but feel grateful for the healing touch of her doctor. She knew that she would never forget this moment, and she looked forward to many more like it in the future.

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