Sexually Satisfying Stomach Massages A Nurses Intimate Rendezvous with a Patients Appetizing Abs

Sexually Satisfying Stomach Massages A Nurses Intimate Rendezvous with a Patients Appetizing Abs As I strode down the hospital hallways, my heart raced with anticipation for the rendezvous I was about to embark upon.My nurse uniform hung tight against my curves, accentuating the softness of my breast.Little did the patients know that I had a hidden passion for massaging mens stomachs in a sultry and satisfying way.I spotted Mr.Johnson in his hospital room, bed strewn with stacks of books and papers.My gaze lingered on his abs for a moment longer than necessary.They were bulky and strong, like perfectly shaped sculptures carved by the gods themselves.His shirt clung to his body, providing just enough fabric to slide my fingers beneath his skin.With a wicked grin, I sauntered over to his bed and introduced myself as nurse, hoping that he wouldnt get the wrong idea about what was really going on here.He met my eyes warily, but there was something in them that sparked my lust even more.Good afternoon, sir, I said.Today, I want to give you a special treatment to help relax your muscles.Let me know if theres any areas that need extra attention.His eyes flashed over me one last time before he nodded, letting me know he was on board with my plan.I pulled out a bottle of massage oil and began pouring some onto my hands.The warm, golden liquid ran down my fingertips, glistening in the dim light of the hospital room.I stood over Mr.Johnsons bed, his hard abs staring right back up at me, and began kneading the life out of him.My hands worked over his muscle groups, tracing every curve and line with a skilled touch.The oiled flesh slid beneath my fingertips, and I reveled in the sensation of rubbing his rippling abdomen.My heart pounded in my chest with every slow stroke, and a moan escaped my lips.The act of massaging his abs was filling me with pleasure that was hard to describe.My thighs parted slightly, and my nipples grew hard at the thought of how much I wanted to feel Mr.Johnsons hands on me.As I massaged deeper into his skin, I could feel his muscles begin to loosen and relax.He squirmed a little, his eyes half closed in pleasure, his breaths growing shallow.I wanted to give him the most intense massage of his life, to please him in every possible way.I continued working my hands over his abs, pulling and stretching his muscles with the knowledge that the result would be nothing short of ecstasy.I watched him as he breathed deeply, his body moving gently with my ministrations.His eyes fluttered closed again, and he groaned as my fingers massaged him further.It wasnt until after Id given him a full massage that Mr.Johnson opened his eyes once again.He smiled wickedly at me, a hint of hunger in his gaze.Thank you, he whispered.That was.indescribable.I returned his smile, a sparkle in my eye.Is there anything else youd like? He looked down at his abs, still gleaming with the aftermath of the oil.Actually, he replied.I think Im ready for dessert now.I couldnt help but smile at that response.I knew exactly what he meant, and I felt the same.As I left his room, I couldnt wait to see what other secrets Mr.Johnson might share with me.From that day forward, I made sure to give Mr.Johnson a different kind of treatment on our next meetup.Together, we explored new ways of satisfying our mutual desires, each moment building up to something bigger and better.