In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella roamed. She was a vision of beauty amidst the sickness, her long, wavy hair cascading down her back, her small breasts barely contained in her white coat. She had been working long hours, her body craved release.
One night, as she was finishing up her rounds, she heard a soft moan coming from one of the rooms. She peeked inside and saw a patient, a man named Ethan, lying in the bed. His eyes were closed, but a small smile played on his lips.
Isabella felt a stirring in her loins. She had always been attracted to Ethan, but she had never acted on it. She decided to take a chance. She quietly entered the room and approached the bed.
Ethan’s eyes fluttered open as she leaned over him. “Isabella,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse.
“Shh,” she said, placing a finger on his lips. “I’m here to make you feel better.”
She began to undo the buttons of her coat, letting it fall to the ground. She was naked underneath, her small breasts bare for Ethan to see. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him.
Ethan’s eyes widened as he felt her wetness on his thigh. He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Isabella moaned, arching her back.
She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue darting out to trace his lips. Ethan opened his mouth, allowing her tongue to explore. She ground her hips against his, feeling his hard length against her.
Isabella broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down Ethan’s neck, nibbling on his earlobe. He moaned, his hands tightening on her breasts. She continued down, licking and sucking on his nipples.
Ethan’s hips bucked, pushing his cock against her. Isabella smiled and continued her descent, kissing and licking his stomach. She reached his cock and wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently.
Ethan moaned, his head falling back against the pillow. Isabella leaned down and took the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size.
Ethan’s hands fisted in the sheets as Isabella sucked him. She reached down and began to play with his balls, rolling them gently in her fingers. Ethan’s hips began to thrust, fucking her mouth.
Isabella pulled back, gasping for breath. She climbed back up Ethan’s body, positioning herself above his cock. She reached down and guided him inside her, moaning as he filled her.
Ethan’s hands gripped her hips as she began to ride him. She leaned down and kissed him again, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved in unison.
Isabella broke the kiss and began to ride him harder, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Ethan reached up and pinched her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She felt the familiar coil in her stomach, the sign of her impending orgasm. She rode Ethan harder, moaning his name. He thrust up into her, meeting her hips.
Isabella’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body shaking as she came. Ethan followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his seed.
Isabella collapsed on top of Ethan, her body spent. They lay there for a moment, panting and sweating.
“Thank you,” Ethan whispered, his hands still on her hips.
Isabella smiled and kissed him again. “Anytime.”
They lay there for a while longer, their bodies entwined. But eventually, Isabella had to get up and finish her rounds. She dressed and left the room, leaving Ethan to rest.
But she would be back, she thought with a smile. She would be back to make him feel better, again and again.
