In the sterile, cold halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella roamed. She was a nurse, with long, wavy chestnut hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back. Her breasts were small, but perky, with nipples that hardened beneath her scrubs. She had a patient, a man named Ethan, who had been in a car accident.
Ethan was a handsome man, with short, cropped blond hair and bright blue eyes. He was in his late twenties, and Isabella couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. She found herself visiting him more and more, drawn in by his charm and good looks.
One day, as she was checking his vitals, she couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on her body. She felt a heat rise in her cheeks, and her heart began to race. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself. She leaned down, her hair brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear.
“I want you, Ethan.”
He looked at her, surprised, but she could see the desire in his eyes. She leaned down, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Her hands began to wander, caressing his chest and stomach. She could feel him respond, his hands tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck as she nibbled and licked at his skin. He moaned, his head falling back as she made her way down to his chest. She took one of his nipples in her mouth, sucking and biting gently as he writhed beneath her.
She continued to explore his body, her hands and mouth leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She could feel his cock harden beneath the thin hospital gown, and she couldn’t help but smile. She reached down, her fingers brushing against his length as she teased him.
He groaned, his hips bucking up as she stroked him. She could feel his pre-cum leak out, and she couldn’t resist. She leaned down, her tongue darting out to taste him. He moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel him hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed, her throat contracting around him.
He cried out, his hips bucking up as he came. She swallowed every drop, her tongue swirling around his length as she milked him dry. She sat back, smiling as she wiped her mouth.
“I think it’s time for your sponge bath, Ethan.”
She helped him out of his gown, her eyes roaming over his naked body. She could feel her own arousal growing, her pussy wet with desire. She helped him lay back, her hands trembling as she reached for the washcloth.
She started with his chest, her hands gentle as she washed him. She could feel his eyes on her, and she looked up, meeting his gaze. She smiled, her hand trailing down his stomach as she reached his cock. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him gently as she leaned down.
She took him into her mouth again, her lips and tongue working in tandem as she sucked him. He moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper. She could feel him grow harder in her mouth, and she knew he was close.
She pulled back, her hand still stroking him as she climbed onto the bed. She straddled him, her pussy hovering above his cock. She looked into his eyes, and she could see the desire there.
“I want you, Ethan.”
She lowered herself onto him, his cock filling her completely. She moaned, her head falling back as she began to ride him. He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he met her thrust for thrust.
She could feel herself getting close, her pussy clenching around him as she rode him harder. He cried out, his fingers digging into her hips as he came. She followed soon after, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.
She collapsed onto him, her head resting on his chest as they caught their breath.
“I think we need to make this a regular thing, Ethan.”
He chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back.
“I think that can be arranged, Isabella.”
And so, they continued their secret affair, their whispered moans and sighs echoing through the hospital halls.
