In the sterile, cold halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella walked with a determined stride. She was a vision of beauty, even in such a place, with her long, flowing chestnut hair and petite frame. Her modest scrubs did little to hide her small, perky breasts, which bounced gently with each step she took.
Isabella was a nurse, and she had been working long hours to provide for her ailing mother. Tonight, she was making her rounds, checking in on her patients and ensuring they were comfortable.
One of her patients was a man named Ethan, a tall and muscular man with piercing blue eyes. He was a construction worker who had been injured on the job, and he had been in the hospital for several days.
As Isabella entered Ethan’s room, she could see the exhaustion on his face. She approached his bedside and greeted him warmly.
“Hello, Ethan. How are you feeling tonight?” Isabella asked, her voice soft and soothing.
“I’m doing alright, I guess. Just tired,” Ethan replied, his voice rough from disuse.
Isabella nodded sympathetically. “I can imagine. You’ve been through a lot. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”
Ethan looked at her for a moment, his eyes taking in her petite frame and small breasts. He felt a stirring in his loins, and he knew what he wanted.
“Actually, there is something you can do,” Ethan said, his voice low and husky.
Isabella raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what’s that?”
“Well, I was wondering if you could give me a sponge bath. I haven’t had a proper shower in a few days, and I’m starting to feel a little gross,” Ethan said, his eyes pleading.
Isabella considered his request for a moment. She knew it was against hospital policy to give personal baths to patients, but she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards Ethan. She decided to take a risk.
“Alright, I’ll do it. But we have to be careful. We don’t want to get caught,” Isabella said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She walked over to the sink and wet a washcloth, then returned to Ethan’s bedside. She slowly and deliberately began to wash his chest, her fingers lingering on his firm muscles.
Ethan watched her, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire. He could see the outline of her small breasts through her scrubs, and he couldn’t resist reaching out to touch them.
Isabella gasped as his fingers made contact with her nipples, which were already hard with arousal. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure.
“Ethan, we shouldn’t…,” she began, but her words were cut off by a moan as he continued to touch her breasts.
He could feel her nipples hardening under his fingers, and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He pulled her closer, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss.
Isabella responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as his hands roamed over her body. She could feel his erection growing against her, and she knew she had to have him.
She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it gently, her fingers exploring every inch of him.
Ethan groaned with pleasure as she touched him, his hips thrusting upward to meet her hand. He reached down and pulled off her scrubs, revealing her small, perky breasts and shaved pussy.
Isabella straddled him, her wet pussy grinding against his cock. He reached down and guided it inside her, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him.
They moved together in a rhythm, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Isabella could feel herself getting close to orgasm, her moans growing louder and more frequent.
“Oh, Ethan, yes! Harder, harder!” she cried, her fingers digging into his chest.
Ethan thrust upward, his hips slapping against her ass as he drove himself deeper inside her. He could feel himself getting close to the edge, his balls tightening with
Despite the initial reluctance of Isabella, Ethan’s persistence and charm eventually won her over. Their attraction was palpable, and they couldn’t resist the urge to touch each other. Their lovemaking was passionate and intense, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
As they lay together in the afterglow, Isabella knew that she had made the right decision. She couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them, both in and out of the hospital.
