In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella walked with a sense of determination. She was a nurse, with long, wavy chestnut hair that cascaded down her back, framing her delicate face. Her small breasts were barely contained by her scrubs, and she felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she thought about the forbidden encounter that was about to take place.
She had been working at the hospital for years, and she had become well-acquainted with the night shift. It was during these quiet hours that she had met him, a handsome young doctor named Ethan. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her. They had exchanged flirtatious glances and lingering touches, and Isabella knew that they both wanted the same thing.
She made her way to the supply closet, her heart pounding in her chest. She pushed open the door, and there he was, waiting for her. He pulled her into his arms, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, and she could feel the heat building between them.
Ethan broke the kiss, and he looked at her with a hunger in his eyes. “Isabella, I want you,” he whispered.
“I want you too, Ethan,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He reached for the hem of her scrubs, and he pulled them down over her hips. She stepped out of them, and she stood before him in nothing but her bra and panties. He groaned at the sight of her, and he reached out to touch her.
His fingers brushed over her small breasts, and she gasped at the sensation. He teased her nipples through the fabric of her bra, and she arched her back, pressing herself against him.
Ethan kissed her again, and he reached behind her to unhook her bra. It fell to the floor, and she stood before him, her breasts bared for him to see. He cupped them in his hands, and he kissed and licked her nipples, sending shivers down her spine.
Isabella reached down to touch him, and she felt his hard length through his pants. She rubbed her hand over him, and he moaned against her breast.
“I need to taste you,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
He knelt before her, and he pulled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, and she stood before him, completely naked and exposed.
Ethan looked up at her, and he licked his lips. He leaned forward, and he kissed her inner thigh. She gasped as he kissed his way closer and closer to her pussy.
He licked her labia, and she moaned at the sensation. He teased her clit, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
He licked and sucked her clit, and she felt the orgasm building inside her. She moaned his name, and she came, her juices flowing onto his tongue.
Ethan stood up, and he kissed her, sharing her taste with her. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only made her want him more.
He reached down to undo his pants, and she helped him. His hard cock sprang free, and she wrapped her hand around it. She stroked him, and he moaned at the sensation.
Ethan pushed her against the wall, and he lifted her legs around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance, and he thrust into her.
She moaned as he filled her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He started to thrust, and she met him stroke for stroke.
Their moans filled the supply closet, and they lost themselves in each other. They came together, their orgasms crashing over them like waves.
Ethan pulled out of her, and he helped her down from the wall. They dressed silently, and they left the supply closet, their bodies still humming with pleasure.
They didn’t speak, but they didn’t have to. They both knew that they would be back for more, again and again.
