In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella roamed. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, almost reaching her tiny waist. Her small breasts were firm and perky, a stark contrast to the matronly nurses that filled the building. She was there to visit her husband, who had been in a terrible car accident.
As she walked down the hallway, she passed by a doctor’s office. The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, she saw a man sitting at the desk. He was in his late thirties, with short, cropped hair and a strong jawline. His eyes were focused on a chart in front of him, but as Isabella passed, they flicked up and met hers. She felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes locked, and she continued down the hall.
Later that day, as she sat by her husband’s bedside, the doctor from before entered the room. His name was Dr. James, and he had a kind smile and warm eyes. They exchanged pleasantries, and then he got down to business. He explained the extent of her husband’s injuries, and the long road to recovery that lay ahead. Isabella felt a lump form in her throat as she listened, but she held herself together.
As Dr. James was leaving, he turned to Isabella. “I know this is a difficult time for you,” he said softly. “But if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Isabella looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Over the next few weeks, Isabella found herself visiting the hospital more and more. She would often find herself in Dr. James’s office, talking about her fears and worries. He was always patient and understanding, and she found herself drawn to him.
One day, as she was leaving his office, he reached out and gently touched her arm. “Isabella,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I know this is not the time or place, but I have to tell you something. I’m in love with you.”
Isabella felt her heart skip a beat. She had been feeling the same way, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the stress of the situation. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Dr. James took a step closer to her, his eyes burning with desire. “I want you,” he said, his voice husky. “I want to make love to you right here, right now.”
Isabella looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She nodded her head, and Dr. James pulled her into his arms.
He started by kissing her gently on the lips, his tongue tracing the outline of her mouth. Isabella responded eagerly, her own tongue darting out to meet his. They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the passion between them grew.
Dr. James’s hands began to wander, caressing Isabella’s small breasts and nipples. She moaned softly as he pinched and pulled on them, her body responding to his touch. He then moved his hands down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
Isabella reached down and began to undo Dr. James’s pants, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it gently, feeling it twitch in her hand. He groaned and closed his eyes, his head thrown back in pleasure.
Dr. James then picked Isabella up and placed her on the desk, spreading her legs wide. He knelt down and began to lick her pussy, his tongue swirling around her clit. Isabella moaned loudly, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth.
After a few minutes, Dr. James stood up and entered Isabella, his cock sliding in easily. She cried out in pleasure as he began to thrust, her nails digging into his back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, their bodies pressed together as they moved in unison.
As they reached their climax, they both cried out, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. Dr. James collapsed on top of Isabella, his heart pounding in his chest. They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath, before getting dressed and going their separate ways.
From that day on, Isabella and Dr. James continued their affair, sneaking around behind closed doors and stolen moments. It was a risky game, but one that they both couldn’t resist. The thrill of it all only added to their passion, and they both knew that they would never be able to give it up.
