Sara, a 25-year-old woman, had been visiting the hospital for a series of tests. Her petite figure, framed by long chestnut hair, was a familiar sight in the white-walled hallways. During her frequent stays, she had caught the eye of a young doctor, the handsome and charming Dr. Jackson.
One late evening, after a particularly grueling day of tests, Sara found herself alone in her hospital room. The door creaked open, revealing Dr. Jackson, who had returned to check on her. He wore a gentle smile, his eyes warm with concern.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay, Sara,” he said softly, approaching her bed.
Sara felt a flutter in her chest as she looked into his deep blue eyes. “I’m still a bit shaken up, to be honest,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Jackson took her hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on her skin. “You’ve been so brave,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on her face.
Suddenly, Sara felt self-conscious about her small breasts, exposed beneath the thin hospital gown. But instead of disgust or pity, Dr. Jackson’s gaze held only admiration and desire.
“Sara, I know this may not be the right time or place, but I can’t keep this feeling inside any longer,” he confessed, his voice barely audible.
Sara’s heart raced as she realized what he was implying. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her decision made.
Dr. Jackson leaned forward, capturing Sara’s lips in a tender kiss. His hands explored her body, caressing her shoulders, then gently cupping her breasts. Sara gasped as he teased her nipples, her body responding eagerly to his touch.
With aching slowness, Dr. Jackson peeled off Sara’s hospital gown, revealing her petite, naked form. He admired her small breasts, their nipples already hard with arousal.
“You’re so beautiful, Sara,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
He kissed a path down her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobes. Sara moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched her back, offering herself to him.
Dr. Jackson’s lips found her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples. Sara cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. He slid his hand between her thighs, finding her wet and ready for him.
Gently, he eased a finger inside her, then two, preparing her for what was to come. Sara whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand as she begged for more.
Finally, Dr. Jackson positioned himself above her, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. Sara nodded, her body eager for his touch.
With a single, fluid motion, Dr. Jackson entered her. Sara gasped, her nails digging into his back as she adjusted to his size.
“Oh, God, Sara, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent.
Sara wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans and gasps filling the room.
As their climax approached, Sara’s nails raked down Dr. Jackson’s back, leaving red marks in their wake. He shuddered, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his release.
Sara followed him over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure as she milked every last drop from him.
Breathless and spent, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined. Dr. Jackson kissed her deeply, his hands cradling her face as he whispered words of love and adoration.
And as the night wore on, they whispered secrets and dreams, their bodies entangled in a dance as old as time itself.
