As Rohit turned to give Ragini space to leave, she remained standing at the entrance, unmoving.
But she didn't move.
She remained rooted at the entrance, eyes tracing the broad line of his shoulders. When had he grown into someone so solid, so dependable? The boy she'd raised had become this man—scarred, strong, hiding pain behind a crooked smile.
Her heart tightened. She remembered why she had come tonight: the weight he carried alone, the hurt he refused to show anyone. If not her, then who? She was the only one who truly understood him, the only one who could reach through the walls he'd built.
A quiet resolve flickered in her chest. Without another thought, she loosened the tie of her robe. The thin fabric slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked.
She stepped forward softly, approaching him from behind.
Rohit felt warm hands wrap around his waist, then the unmistakable press of her bare body against his back. The delicate outline of her full breasts molded to him, soft and yielding, with the hard points of her nipples grazing his skin like tiny sparks. The sensation was so intimate, so immediate—he could picture every curve without even turning around.
She tightened her embrace, deliberately pressing her curves harder against him. Her breasts flattened sponge-like against his back, nipples dragging slowly as she shifted, sending a deep, involuntary shiver racing down his spine.
This time he hadn't seen it coming, but he welcomed it with a crooked, knowing smile.
He covered her hands gently with his own. "Why the sudden change of mind?"
She leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice soft and serious. "Because the treatment is still pending…" Her right hand slid down slowly, fingers slipping past the waistband of his pants. "And I think… I can handle it better this way."
But just as her fingertips brushed lower, Rohit caught her wrist—gentle, yet firm.
He leaned his head back slightly, voice low and teasing. "Aren't you crossing the line, nurse?"
Ragini blinked in surprise, then caught the mischievous spark in his eyes. A faint, playful smile curled her lips as she understood.
"Shouldn't you ask your patient before touching him there?" he added, cocking a brow.
She tilted her head coyly, softening her mature voice into something deliberately sweet and exaggerated—almost comical in its professionalism. "Sir… may I please touch your… thing?"
Rohit gave her a long, pretend-thoughtful look. "And why would I let you?"
She pressed her naked body even closer, letting the plush softness of her breasts squish against him more firmly. Her lips brushed along his jawline, warm breath fanning his skin. Between her thighs, she was already dripping, slick heat gathering as she whispered, "For medical purposes, sir. I need to assess your condition… and take note of your responses to stimulation."
Rohit's breath hitched. He gave a faint nod. "Fair enough. Permission granted."
Ragini's fingers worked quickly but carefully. His pants were tight with his erection, making it hard to maneuver. Rather than struggle, she simply tugged them down all the way, letting them pool at his ankles.
His cock sprang free—fully erect, thick, pulsing with heat. Raw, eager, completely exposed.
She reached around from behind, one hand wrapping firmly around his shaft while the other steadied on his shoulder for balance.
Rohit felt another electric jolt as her breasts, still pressed to his back, now brushed against the backs of his hands where he held them. He ached to turn, to cup those heavy mounds, to roll her light-brown nipples between his fingers, to suck them until she moaned—but he held back. He wanted to keep the roleplay alive. Instead, he closed his eyes and surrendered to the sensation of her warm fingers curling around his length.
Thanks to his restraint, Ragini could push aside her lingering shame. She marveled again at his size—how thick he felt in her palm, how the veins stood out under her touch. Heat coursed through her veins as she began to stroke, gliding the foreskin slowly up and down with deliberate care.
Gradually, her pace quickened. Each firm stroke built the tension higher, the slick sound of skin on skin filling the quiet bathroom.
It was exhilarating—almost playful—as she indulged in the growing anticipation of his release.
But Rohit was already teetering on the edge. The lingering warmth of her naked body hugging him earlier, the soft weight of her breasts against his hands, and now the steady, teasing rhythm of her fingers—it was overwhelming.
He didn't want to finish so quickly. Not yet. That would reveal how close he truly was.
Abruptly, he caught her hands and gently halted her movement.
Trying to buy time and regain control, he asked with a slightly teasing tone, "Weren't you supposed to be asking questions and taking notes?"
Ragini paused, mind clouded with desire. She blinked, remembering the pretense. She had been losing herself again and again in the heat. But his reminder jolted her back.
As part of the play, she tried to ask her first question—but it came out wrong.
"I'm sorry, sir," she mumbled, voice trembling slightly. "I… I was just admiring the size."
Realizing her slip, she immediately let go and covered her mouth in embarrassment, eyes wide. But the moment passed quickly. With a deep breath, she regained her composure and took control once more.
With practiced grace, she reached out again, fingers confidently curling around his shaft.
"Thank you for your patience," she said in a professional tone, masking her own arousal behind the role. "How are you feeling now, sir?"
Her touch was gentler this time, her pace slower. Rohit smirked, realizing he'd successfully slowed her down without breaking character.
"I feel amazing," he replied with a low chuckle. "By the way… what was that about the size?"
Ragini rolled her eyes and pinched his cheek playfully with her free hand. "Stay on topic," she muttered, then added, "Thank you for your response. Would you prefer if I kept this pace?"
"Mmm, yeah… I can feel it better," he groaned, voice rougher now.
Her hand adjusted the rhythm while he savored every second; the same was true for Ragini. She was teetering on the edge herself—from the friction of her nipples against his back earlier, from the sheer thrill of holding him like this, from the slick heat between her own thighs. She had already climaxed quietly five times during the embrace and strokes, small shudders she hid behind her "professional" facade.
The little "treatment" had turned into a sensual, drawn-out masturbation session. She jerked his cock at the pace he subtly directed—speeding up when he wanted the tension to spike, slowing down when he claimed he was "missing something" in the sensations—giving him just enough control to delay his release.
The jokes and teases never let the energy dip. Her soft laughs, his crooked grins, the playful back-and-forth—they kept the tension humming at a fever pitch.
Over time, the constant stimulation built relentlessly until Rohit jolted when Ragini suddenly murmured, "Sir… please give it to me."
The double meaning in her husky whisper—innocent in roleplay, filthy in reality—pushed him over the edge.
He came hard, hips jerking as thick, white ropes burst from him, splattering against the bathroom wall in front of them. The last pulses spilled hot and sticky over her fingers.
The strong, musky scent filled the air. Ragini looked down at her cum-covered hand, eyes widening slightly at the sheer volume, then a mischievous, satisfied smile spread across her lips.
Rohit finally sagged back against her, drained but utterly satisfied.
Ragini stayed close behind him, cheeks flushed, body lightly trembling. Her own juices had trickled down her inner thighs during the session. Deep inside, a heavy weight seemed to lift from her chest.
Though it had taken time and restraint, she felt relieved knowing he could still release—proof that, with continued "treatment," she might truly heal him.
Yet beneath that relief burned a quiet spark of anticipation—the thought of doing this again, perhaps going further next time.
Just holding his cock… feeling the heat build, the veins pulse under her fingers… sensing the exact moment his body tensed before release… watching the thick semen burst forth, hot and abundant… the sight and feel of it had stirred something deep and primal inside her.
She had wanted to wrap herself completely around him, to lose all restraint—but she had held back.
Now, with his release complete, something unfamiliar and overwhelming lingered in her chest.
She looked at him—still huffing, that crooked thug smile on his face—and ignored the fresh wave of heat it sent through her.
Quietly, she stepped to the sink, washed her hands under warm water, then helped him stand straight.
For a long moment, they simply stared at each other in heavy, charged silence.
Then, without a word, Rohit reached out and pulled her into a gentle embrace.
Ragini rested her head against his shoulder, breathing calming but heart still racing. They stayed like that for a while—their relationship shifting into something neither had the courage to name yet.
Eventually, she leaned back and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips—brief, quiet, but loaded with everything left unspoken.
She stood up straight and adjusted her night robe around her naked form. At the doorway to the bathroom, she paused.
Then she turned—not as the nurse who had always cared for him, but as Ragini Singhania, the woman with pride, control, and walls too high to breach easily.
"No one should ever know about this… you understand?" she said, voice tight but steady.
Then her lips curled into a faint, almost secretive smile as she added, "Good night, 'son.'"
The word hung in the air like a deliberate stamp—final, boundary-setting, a reminder for both of them.
Rohit watched her disappear down the corridor. He touched his lips, still warm from her kiss, tracing the memory with his fingertips.
It wasn't over. He knew that. She craved it just as much as he did. But lines had been drawn now—and for the moment, he would respect them.
"Slowly… but surely," he whispered to the empty room, the memory of her soft hands wrapped around his hard cock still burning fresh in his mind.
A sudden chill crept over his bare skin—only then did he realize he was still completely naked. He glanced at the clock on the wall: 3:35 AM. They had been in the bathroom for over two hours.
Exhausted and deliciously sore, he crawled into bed. Pulling the blanket up to his chest, he closed his eyes. The silence of the night wrapped around him as he quickly sank into a deep, dreamless sleep.