Sarah, a woman of 25 with small, perky breasts and long, flowing chestnut hair, found herself lying in a hospital bed after a minor surgery. She was alone in her room, her family and friends having left her to rest. She couldn’t sleep, the painkillers making her feel restless. Her gaze wandered over her naked body, taking in the bandages around her stomach, her smooth legs, and the small mounds of her breasts.
As she was lying there, she heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” she called, expecting a nurse with more medication. Instead, she saw a tall, handsome man in a lab coat enter, introducing himself as Dr. Jackson.
“I just wanted to check on you, make sure you’re comfortable,” he said, his voice deep and soothing. Sarah couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction towards him.
