In the sterile halls of a quiet hospital, a woman named Isabella wandered. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the plain white scrubs she wore. At 22 years old, she was a nurse-in-training, and had been assigned to the night shift. The halls were empty at this hour, save for the occasional doctor or nurse passing by.
Isabella was a small-breasted woman, with pert, B-cup breasts that were barely visible beneath her scrub top. She had always been self-conscious about her body, especially in comparison to the other women in her training program. But there was something about the late-night shift, the quiet and calm of the hospital after dark, that made her feel more at ease.
One night, as she made her rounds, she heard a faint moan coming from one of the rooms. She paused, listening for a moment, before cautiously pushing the door open. Inside, she found a man lying in the bed, his eyes closed in pain. She approached, checking his chart and calling out his name.
“Mr. Thompson?” she said softly. “Can you hear me?”
The man’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked at her with a mixture of surprise and relief.
“Nurse,” he croaked, his voice hoarse. “I’m so glad you’re here. I was starting to think I was going to be stuck in this bed all night.”
Isabella smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She had always had a soft spot for older men, and something about Mr. Thompson’s rugged good looks and kind eyes drew her in.
“I’m here to help,” she said, adjusting his pillows and checking his vitals. “Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”
Mr. Thompson hesitated for a moment, before speaking in a low voice.
“Well, there is one thing,” he said, his eyes flicking down to her chest. “I’ve been lying here for hours, and I’m starting to feel a little… uncomfortable.”
Isabella frowned, confused.
“Uncomfortable?” she repeated. “Do you need more pillows, or maybe a different position?”
Mr. Thompson shook his head.
“No, it’s not that,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just that… well, I’ve been thinking about you. And your body. And I was wondering if maybe you could… help me out a little. You know, take care of my needs.”
Isabella’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks. She had never been propositioned like this before, and she didn’t know what to do. But there was something about the way Mr. Thompson was looking at her, with such hunger and desire, that made her stomach flutter.
“I… I don’t know,” she stammered, her mind racing. “I’m not sure if that’s… allowed.”
Mr. Thompson reached out, taking her hand in his.
“It’s just us here,” he said, his voice soft and soothing. “No one has to know. And I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.”
Isabella hesitated for a moment longer, before nodding her head.
“Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do it.”
Mr. Thompson’s face broke out into a wide smile, and he reached up, pulling Isabella down towards him. She landed on the bed with a soft thud, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”
Isabella felt a thrill run through her, and she leaned in, pressing her lips to Mr. Thompson’s. He responded eagerly, his tongue darting out to explore her mouth. She moaned, feeling herself get lost in the kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
After a moment, Mr. Thompson pulled away, his eyes dark with desire.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough. “I can’t wait to see more of you.”
Isabella blushed, her heart racing. She reached down, slowly pulling her scrub top over her head, revealing her small, firm breasts. Mr. Thompson’s eyes flicked down, taking in her body, and he let out a low growl of approval.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he said, reaching out to cup her breasts in his hands. He leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. Isabella moaned, her back arching as she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her.
Mr. Thompson continued to lavish attention on her breasts, switching back and forth between them, his hands roaming over her body. Isabella felt herself getting wetter and wetter, her hips grinding against the bed as she moaned.
After a few minutes, Mr. Thompson pulled away, his eyes gleaming with desire.
“I want to taste you,” he said, his voice husky. “Can I do that?”
Isabella nodded, her heart racing. She had never had anyone go down on her before, and she wasn’t sure what to expect. But she was eager to find out.
Mr. Thompson moved down the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, and then he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
Isabella moaned, her hips bucking as she felt Mr. Thompson’s tongue explore her folds. He licked and sucked, his hands holding her hips in place as he feasted on her. Isabella felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and louder.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in Mr. Thompson’s hair as she rode his face. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Mr. Thompson continued to lick and suck, his fingers sliding inside her as he brought her to the brink. And then, with one final flick of his tongue, he sent her over the edge, her body shaking as she came hard.
Isabella lay back, panting and spent, as Mr. Thompson moved up the bed, his body hovering over hers.
“You taste so good,” he said, his voice rough. “I could eat you all night.”
Isabella smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said, her voice soft. “But now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
Mr. Thompson nodded, his eyes gleaming with desire. Isabella reached down, wrapping her hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in her hand.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned, his head falling back as she stroked him. “Just like that.”
Isabella continued to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft as she watched him. She could feel him getting harder and harder, his moans growing louder and louder.
After a few minutes, Mr. Thompson couldn’t take it any longer.
“I need to be inside you,” he said, his voice rough. “Now.”
Isabella nodded, spreading her legs wide. Mr. Thompson positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes meeting hers.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice husky.
Isabella nodded, her heart racing. She was more than ready.
Mr. Thompson thrust inside her, filling her up with one long, slow stroke. Isabella moaned, her hips bucking as she felt him fill her.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Harder, harder.”
Mr. Thompson obliged, his hips pistoning as he fucked her hard and fast. Isabella moaned, her head thrown back as she felt him hit all the right spots.
After a few minutes, Mr. Thompson felt himself getting close.
“I’m gonna cum,” he growled, his hips slamming into hers.
Isabella nodded, her own orgasm building.
“Yes, cum for me,” she moaned, her hips grinding against his. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Mr. Thompson came, his cock twitching as he filled her up. Isabella moaned, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt him cum.
They lay there, panting and spent, as the sweat cooled on their bodies.
“That was amazing,” Mr. Thompson said, his voice husky.
Isabella nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.
“Yeah, it was,” she said, smiling.
They lay there for a few more minutes, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. And then, with a sigh, Isabella got up, pulling her scrub top back on.
“I should get back to my rounds,” she said, her voice soft.
Mr. Thompson nodded, a small smile on his lips.
“I understand,” he said. “But thank you. That was… incredible.”
Isabella blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her cheeks.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said, before turning and walking out of the room.
As she made her rounds, Isabella couldn’t help but think about what had happened. She had never done anything like that before, and she wasn’t sure if she would do it again. But there was something about the way Mr. Thompson had looked at her, with such hunger and desire, that made her feel alive.
And as she made her way through the quiet hospital, she couldn’t help but smile.
