It was a quiet evening in the hospital, and nurse Marianne was making her rounds. She was a petite woman in her late twenties, with long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her back. Her small breasts were barely noticeable beneath her crisp white uniform, and she moved with a grace that belied her strength.
As she entered room 312, she found her patient, Tom, a handsome young man of 25, lying in bed, looking bored. He had been in the hospital for a week now, recovering from a minor surgery.
“Good evening, Tom,” Marianne said softly, as she approached his bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Bored out of my mind,” he replied, with a weak smile. “And lonely.”
Marianne’s heart went out to him. She knew how difficult it was to be cooped up in a hospital room, with nothing to do but wait for recovery. She also knew that, as a nurse, she wasn’t supposed to get too close to her patients. But something about Tom’s vulnerability touched her in a way she couldn’t ignore.
“Well, I can’t have that,” she said, with a smile. “How about I read you a story?”
Tom’s face lit up. “That would be great!”
Marianne pulled up a chair next to his bed and began to tell him a story, a racy tale of passion and desire. She spoke in a low, husky voice, and as she described the intimate details of the story, she found herself getting more and more aroused. She glanced at Tom, and saw that he was watching her with an intense, hungry look in his eyes.
Without thinking, she reached out and took his hand, and was surprised to find that it was trembling. She looked into his eyes, and saw that they were dark with desire. She felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss him, and before she knew what she was doing, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
Tom responded eagerly, and soon they were lost in a passionate embrace. Marianne’s hands roamed over Tom’s body, feeling the strength and heat of him beneath her fingers. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent, against her belly, and she longed to feel it inside her.
She broke the kiss and looked into Tom’s eyes. “I want you,” she whispered.
Tom’s eyes were dark with desire. “I want you too,” he said, his voice husky with need.
Marianne stood up and began to undress, letting her uniform fall to the floor. She stood before Tom, completely naked, her small breasts firm and upright, her pussy wet and ready.
Tom stared at her, his eyes wide with desire. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
Marianne smiled and climbed onto the bed, straddling Tom’s hips. She reached down and guided his cock into her pussy, sighing with pleasure as she felt him fill her. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, as she looked into his eyes.
Tom reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples, making her shiver with pleasure. She leaned down and kissed him, their tongues dancing together as they moved together in perfect harmony.
Marianne could feel the tension building inside her, and she knew she was close to orgasm. She quickened her pace, her hips moving faster and faster, as she rode Tom harder and harder.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried out, as the pleasure overwhelmed her, and she came, her pussy clenching around Tom’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Tom followed soon after, groaning as he came, his cock twitching inside her, filling her with his seed.
They lay together, spent and satisfied, as they caught their breath.
“That was amazing,” Tom whispered, as he looked into Marianne’s eyes.
“Yes, it was,” Marianne replied, with a smile. “And we can do it again, anytime you want.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies entwined, as the night wore on. And as they slept, they knew that they had found something special, something that would bind them together, no matter what the future held.
