Just Got It Out of My System

I couldn't take it anymore. After my divorce, I was so stressed and lonely that I just needed to let go somehow. One day, while working a late shift, I saw him, my patient, John, early thirties, in for a routine check-up. He had this intense stare that made me feel... I couldn't help it. After he left, I went into the supply closet and put on one of his hospital gowns. The thought of him undressing sent shivers down my spine. My hand found its way inside, sliding over my slick folds, feeling how ready I was for something forbidden. I imagined him pushing inside me, stretching me open, thrusting hard as I wrapped my legs around his waist. It didn't take long before I came, moaning into the empty room.