It was a quiet evening at the hospital. The sun had set hours ago, and the halls were dimly lit, only occasionally disturbed by the soft hum of a passing nurse or the distant sound of a doctor’s footsteps. In her small, private room, lay a woman, alone. She was in her early thirties, with long, wavy hair that spread out on the pillow like a dark halo. Her body was slender, with small breasts and smooth skin. She was completely nude, with only the thin white sheets to barely cover her.
A soft knock on the doorframe made her turn her head. A tall, handsome man stood there, dressed in a white coat, his eyes filled with concern. He was the resident doctor, and they had known each other for a few years now. He was aware of her situation, and she had always trusted him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, stepping closer to her bedside.
“Better, now that you’re here,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached out her hand, and he took it gently, giving it a comforting squeeze.
He looked at her for a moment, his gaze lingering on her exposed body. He felt a stirring in his loins, a hunger he hadn’t expected. It had been a long day, and the sight of her, so vulnerable and yet so inviting, was too much to resist.
“I think we could do with some… physical therapy,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He hesitated for a moment, but the desire in her eyes was too strong to ignore. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.
“I think you’re right,” he said, leaning in closer to her.
Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. He explored her mouth gently, his tongue dancing with hers. She responded eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking the soft skin. She shivered, her breath hitching in her throat. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks.
She moaned, her back arching off the bed. He took the opportunity to kiss and lick her nipples, his tongue swirling around them, causing her to gasp and writhe beneath him.
His hand trailed down her body, over her flat stomach, and lower, to the apex of her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him.
She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his hand. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
He broke away from her, shedding his clothes in a hurry. His cock sprang free, hard and eager. He climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
He nodded, guiding his cock to her entrance. He pushed in slowly, letting her adjust to his size. She was tight, her muscles clenching around him.
Once he was fully inside her, he paused, letting her get used to the feeling. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He started to move, slow at first, then faster as she urged him on. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans and sighs filling the room.
He reached down, finding her clit with his fingers. He rubbed small circles around it, feeling her muscles clench around him as she reached her peak.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he came.
They lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her head resting on his chest.
“Anytime,” he replied, his hand tracing patterns on her back.
They lay there, the silence of the hospital surrounding them, their bodies still intertwined. For now, they were content, their desires sated. But they knew this was just the beginning.
