Nurse Izumi is the most desired beauty on the ward... and today, she’s the one washing me. When her towel grazes my chest, I flinch. She catches it with a knowing smile, teasing me with a slow circle of her finger right on my weak spot. Let me guess, you touch yourself thinking about me in this uniform? Before I can respond, she opens her blouse—soft, full curves spilling out—then guides my lips against her skin. Her tongue wanders lower, and she kisses me like it’s a promise, her breath warm and trembling. The air grows heavy. She presses close, whispering need with every touch, every motion. My hands find her heat. She moves in rhythm, deliberate and slow, letting our bodies speak the words we don’t dare say. She holds me as the pleasure crashes down, her kiss deep and unbroken. And just before she leaves, she leans in with a wink. I’ll be back after lights out.