It was a quiet evening in the hospital, and the night shift was just beginning. Nurse Marianne, a woman in her late twenties with long, wavy auburn hair and small but perky breasts, was making her rounds. She had always found hospitals to be oddly soothing places, despite the suffering they often contained.
As she entered one of the private rooms, she found a new patient, a young man named Liam who had been in a car accident. He was a handsome devil, with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. He seemed to be in good spirits, despite the bandages covering his arms and legs.
Marianne introduced herself and explained that she would be his nurse for the night. Liam smiled up at her and thanked her for her help. As they chatted, Marianne couldn’t help but notice the way Liam’s gaze kept drifting to her chest. She was used to it, of course – her small breasts were a source of many a man’s fascination.
But there was something different about Liam’s stare. It wasn’t lecherous or disrespectful – it was hungry, almost desperate. Marianne felt a thrill run through her at the thought of satisfying that hunger.
She decided to take a risk, and leaned down close to Liam’s ear. “Is there anything else you need tonight, Liam?” she whispered.
Liam’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “Well, there is one thing…” he began, his voice husky.
Marianne raised an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue.
“I could really use some…company,” Liam said, his gaze locked on Marianne’s.
Marianne felt a surge of desire course through her veins. She couldn’t believe what she was considering, but she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards Liam. She nodded, and leaned in to press her lips against his.
Liam responded eagerly, his tongue darting out to tangle with Marianne’s. She moaned softly, feeling his stubble scratch against her chin. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Liam’s hands roamed over Marianne’s body, cupping her small breasts and teasing her nipples through her scrubs. She gasped at the sensation, her back arching.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Liam murmured, pulling back from the kiss.
Marianne nodded, her heart racing. She stood up and began to undress, her eyes never leaving Liam’s. He watched her with barely concealed desire, his breath coming in short gasps.
Once she was naked, Marianne climbed onto the bed, straddling Liam’s waist. He reached up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Marianne moaned and leaned down to kiss him again, her hair falling around them like a curtain.
Liam’s hands moved down to Marianne’s hips, guiding her into position. She felt him nudge at her entrance, and she sank down onto him with a sigh of pleasure.
They began to move together, their bodies slick with sweat. Marianne’s breasts bounced with each thrust, and Liam’s hands gripped her hips tightly.
Marianne could feel herself getting close to the edge, and she quickened her pace. Liam’s breath was coming in ragged gasps, and she knew he was close too.
With a final thrust, they both came, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. Marianne collapsed onto Liam’s chest, panting and spent.
They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath. Then Marianne pulled back, and began to dress.
“Thank you,” Liam said, his voice hoarse.
Marianne smiled. “Anytime,” she said.
As she left the room, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had never done anything like that before, but she couldn’t deny that it had been exciting.
She made her way back to the nurse’s station, her mind racing with thoughts of Liam. She knew she would never forget him, or the night they had shared together.
The end.
