It was dark around me.
I looked to the bed beside me and saw there was another body. I wondered what she looked like. I reached under the thin hospital issue blanket and felt my finger tips mositen through the hairs. She moved. A glimmer of her exposed brest could be seen thanks to spotlight trained on the window. I wondered if her nipples were hard. My fingers dug in more, and I felt bold under the cloak for florescent darkness. I let the cover drop down. Her movements turned to rocking. A soft moan escaped her lips. She reversed her body so that she was facing me in her hospital bed.
Then I heard the the footsteps walking towards the room. She must have heard them too. Her body straigtened and she tucked her head into the pillow. There were two wraps on the door, "room check". The night nurse's of five checks to makes sure no one escaped or tried to kill themselves. When the light clicked off and the door slammed shut, her bed began to creak again. I pulled my breast out of my night gown and began to stroke my nipples in the twilight. I could just imagin rubbing my pussy all over hers. I wonder if it was hairy or shaved. My fingertips were begining to swim in a pool of sexiness.
I continued to watch her rock back and forth and hear the moans that came from her lips. I wanted to make her cum from my lips. I wanted to taste her necter and lick it from its sweet hunny pot. Three more checks from the night nurse and pleanty of torture. I wonder if she'll talk to me in the morning, If we'll be in the same group tomorrow. I didn't want any misbehaviors with her to delay my release and having sexual contact with another patcient would definately cause.
I can't really remember all the events that lead me to he at the Brookdale Hospital, but people say that I plotted to kill my lover and nearly succeeded.