Sarah, a woman in her early thirties, had long honey-blonde hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves. She was a sight to behold, even in her current state, lying on the hospital bed, with a thin white sheet barely covering her naked body. Her small, perky breasts, tipped with pink nipples, were exposed, and her breath hitched as the cold air from the air conditioning brushed against them.
Dr. Jackson, a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, couldn’t help but take in the view. He had been Sarah’s doctor for years, and although they had always had a mutual attraction, they had never acted on it. Until now.
Dr. Jackson cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had settled between them. “Sarah, I need to examine you,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Sarah nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She had wanted this for so long, but she never thought it would actually happen. She bit her bottom lip as Dr. Jackson approached her, his eyes never leaving hers.
He started with her legs, checking her reflexes and gently probing her muscles. Sarah couldn’t help but moan as his fingers brushed against her inner thighs. She closed her eyes, her mind filled with dirty thoughts.
