In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella walked with a determined stride. Her long, wavy chestnut hair cascaded down her back, catching the fluorescent lights and casting shadows on her slender figure. She had small but perky breasts, and her nipples were erect from the cool air conditioning.
Isabella was a nurse at the hospital, and she had been working a long shift. She was exhausted but couldn’t shake the feeling of arousal that had been building inside her all day. She knew she needed a release, and she had a plan.
She made her way to the empty supply closet, quietly closing the door behind her. She locked it, ensuring she wouldn’t be disturbed. She leaned against the shelves, her heart pounding in her chest as she closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh.
She reached up and pulled her hair to the side, exposing her neck. She bit her lower lip, imagining the touch of someone else’s lips on her skin. She began to rub her thighs together, feeling the moisture building between her legs.
She reached down and slowly lifted her scrub top over her head, revealing her small, firm breasts. She cupped them in her hands, pinching her nipples between her fingers. She let out a soft moan, feeling the sensation shoot straight to her core.
She unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. She was now standing in front of the mirror, completely naked, her body flushed with desire.
She spread her legs apart and began to touch herself, running her fingers up and down her wet slit. She let out a gasp as she found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She closed her eyes and imagined a faceless stranger behind her, thrusting into her from behind.
She let out a loud moan as she felt her orgasm building. She leaned back against the shelves, bracing herself as she came hard, her juices dripping down her thighs.
She caught her breath and opened her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror. She smiled, feeling satisfied but knowing she wanted more. She reached for the phone and dialed the extension for the on-call doctor, a man named Jack.
“Jack, I need you in the supply closet,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “I have a situation that needs your attention.”
She hung up the phone and waited, her body still tingling with pleasure. She heard the door open, and Jack walked in, his eyes widening as he saw her naked and ready for him.
“Isabella, what’s going on?” he asked, his voice shaking.
“I have a problem, Jack,” she said, walking towards him. “I need you to help me.”
She reached out and touched his chest, feeling his heart racing. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, “I need you to fuck me, Jack.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together. She reached down and undid his pants, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it, feeling it twitch in her hand.
He lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, spreading her legs apart. He entered her slowly, filling her up completely. She let out a loud moan as he began to thrust into her, harder and faster.
They didn’t care about the risk they were taking, the possibility of getting caught. All that mattered was the pleasure they were giving each other.
He reached down and touched her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. She let out a loud gasp as she came again, her muscles clenching around his cock.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He let out a loud groan as he came, filling her up with his hot cum.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting and spent. She reached up and touched his face, smiling at him.
“Thank you, Jack,” she said, her voice soft.
He smiled back at her, still inside her. “Anytime, Isabella.”
They got dressed in silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts. As they left the supply closet, they knew they would never speak of what happened again. But they both knew they would never forget it.
