The hospital ward was dimly lit, the soft hum of machinery providing a soothing backdrop to the quiet stillness of the night. A woman lay in her bed, long hair splayed across the pillow like a dark river flowing in the gentle breeze of the air conditioning. She was awake, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation as they stared at the ceiling.
Her name was Isabella, a 28-year-old woman who had recently undergone a minor surgery. She was a petite woman, her small breasts perfectly proportionate to her slender frame. The hospital gown did little to hide her nudity, the front view offering an enticing glimpse of her bare chest and the curve of her hips.
A soft knock on the doorframe broke the silence, and a figure stepped into the room. It was Dr. Samuel, a tall man in his early thirties with a warm smile and kind eyes. He was the resident surgeon who had performed Isabella’s operation, and she had grown fond of him during her short stay in the hospital.
“Good evening, Isabella,” he greeted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
Isabella shook her head, her heart beating faster in his presence. She had always found him attractive, with his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders. But she had never acted on her feelings, unsure if he felt the same way.
Dr. Samuel approached her bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
“I just wanted to check on you,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Make sure you’re comfortable.”
Isabella nodded, her throat dry. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she longed to feel his arms around her.
Dr. Samuel seemed to sense her thoughts, and he leaned in closer, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. Isabella responded eagerly, her arms encircling his neck as she deepened the kiss.
Their bodies pressed together, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Dr. Samuel’s fingers traced a path down Isabella’s chest, cupping her small breasts and teasing her nipples to hard peaks. Isabella moaned softly, her hips bucking against his as she felt his growing arousal.
Dr. Samuel broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he nibbled and licked her sensitive skin. Isabella gasped, her back arching as she offered herself to him.
Dr. Samuel’s hand wandered lower, his fingers finding their way between Isabella’s legs. She was already wet, her pussy slick with desire as he teased her clit with his thumb.
Isabella moaned louder, her hips grinding against his hand as she sought release. Dr. Samuel’s fingers slid inside her, curling up to hit her G-spot as he fucked her with his hand.
Isabella’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body shaking as she came hard around his fingers. Dr. Samuel continued to fuck her through her climax, his fingers milking every last drop of pleasure from her body.
When Isabella finally came down from her high, she looked up at Dr. Samuel with a sleepy smile. He returned her smile, his fingers still buried inside her.
“I think you’re ready to go home,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
Isabella nodded, her body still humming with pleasure. She couldn’t wait to continue their affair outside the hospital walls.
