In the sterile, cold confines of a hospital room, a woman lay bare before me. Her name was Isabella, a striking figure with long, flowing chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders and framing her delicate features. Her small, perky breasts were just beginning to show the first signs of sagging, the nipples hard and erect from the chill in the air. The hospital gown had been discarded, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.
Isabella’s body was a sight to behold, her curves accentuated by the dim light in the room. I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my loins as I took in the sight of her, my eyes tracing the lines of her figure and settling on the small patch of hair between her legs.
As a doctor, I knew it was wrong to feel this way about a patient. But there was something about Isabella that drew me in, something that made me want to throw caution to the wind and give in to my desires.
It began with a simple touch, my hand brushing against hers as I checked her vitals. A spark passed between us, and I knew in that moment that I had to have her. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered sweet nothings and promises of pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
Isabella’s breath hitched as I trailed my fingers down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake. I could feel her heart racing as I made my way to her breasts, cupping them gently in my hands and teasing her nipples with my thumbs.
She moaned softly as I leaned in to kiss her, my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth as my hands continued to roam her body. I could feel her wetness seeping through her hospital gown, and I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
With a deft flick of my wrist, I tore the gown from her body, leaving her completely exposed. I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect form, my cock growing harder with each passing second.
I moved between her legs, my tongue darting out to taste her sweetness. She moaned loudly as I licked and sucked her clit, her hips grinding against my face as she sought release.
But I wasn’t ready to give her that just yet. I wanted to savor every moment, to draw out her pleasure and make her beg for more.
I slipped a finger inside her, feeling the walls of her pussy clench around me as I explored her depths. She was so wet, so ready for me. I added a second finger, curling them upwards to brush against her G-spot.
Isabella’s moans grew louder as I fingered her, her hips bucking wildly as she sought release. I could feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she approached the brink.
But just as she was about to cum, I pulled away, leaving her gasping and panting on the hospital bed.
“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. “Please, I need to cum.”
I couldn’t resist her any longer. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with need. I entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her warmth surrounding me.
Isabella’s moans grew louder as I began to thrust, her hips meeting mine with each stroke. We moved together in perfect harmony, our bodies moving as one as we chased our pleasure.
I could feel myself getting close, my balls tightening as I approached the brink. I reached down to stroke Isabella’s clit, feeling her pussy clench around me as she approached her own release.
With a final thrust, I came hard inside her, my hot seed filling her to the brim. Isabella followed soon after, her pussy clenching around me as she cried out in pleasure.
We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. It was wrong, I knew it was. But in that moment, all that mattered was the pleasure we had found in each other’s arms.
