Room of silence

 I drew on my cigarette dreamily and blew the smoke into the air. I hadn’t even heard the hum of the exhaust air system. Maybe I've been to the smoking room too often? Or I've just been in the hospital too long. My crutches were leaning against the round table. A young lady cursed next to me. I had seen her a couple of times. The day before, she told me she would be home in a few days. But now everything looked different. Her leg was fat and her health insurance did not want to pay for the follow-up physio treatment. So your discharge was on the brink of danger.

I still had a few days with my multiple fracture of the shin and didn't worry about my discharge. Only she didn't leave it alone. That was probably why she was so upset. Then she told me the whole story and her mood got worse. I actually wanted to go to eat in the dining room, but I listened to her. Nicole, that was the lady's name, was estimated to be in her mid-twenties, so only a few years younger than me. While she was chatting away pissed off, she showed me the appropriate places on her leg.

She only had plasters left on the spots. But the leg was thick, I could even see it. The left leg was placed on the legrest. Nicole wore brown sweatpants, dark sneakers and gray thin socks. A skin-tight top was covered by her black fleece jacket. A pair of silver rings hung from her slender fingers and she had two bracelets around her wrist. There were little plugs in her ears and glasses on her nose.

She had tied her dark hair back in a tight ponytail. Nicole was getting more and more depressed. I started to calm her down. But when she looked at me, I saw the pretty blue-gray eyes that were filled with tears. The smoking room had filled up and the background noise was unbearable. "Do you know a quiet place?" She asked me, staring at me with her bright red eyes. The tears wanted to come out and so I nodded. Without a word I ran with the crutches towards the stairwell while Nicole followed me with her wheelchair. I just couldn't help looking into her neckline. The depressed little mouse had big boobs. That made me curious. I hadn't noticed that she was watching me the whole time.

She must have noticed that I was looking at her chest. We stood at the elevator and waited. She took my hand and looked up at me. "Come over! Kidnap me! ”She said with a stare. The elevator came and we got on. Nicole pressed the five and the elevator started. As soon as the vehicle started moving, she grabbed my side and said in a decisive tone:

"Listen! I have a boyfriend. The day after tomorrow I will be released! I just wanna have fun, okay? I want you to do it to me! And please don't ask any questions! ”I felt a little run over. At that moment the elevator door opened and Nicole rolled out. "Come on!" She said. "... or are you scared? You don't want to pinch, do you? ”Nicole was pretty cheeky, but I ran after her anyway, as if I were a slave to her. The room of silence was like a little chapel for Christian prayers. It was an altar made of dark wood and in front of it were 30 of the blue upholstered chairs. She rolled between two chairs in front of the altar and held out her hand to me. There was total silence in the room. After 3 p.m. there was actually no one around anymore. I sat down on the chair next to her and looked at her.

Then she grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs. The little woman glowed between her thighs. Suddenly she put her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. Then I heard her quietly asking: “Come on! Make me happy and stroke me there! ”She put her hand on my pants and felt my member grow. I very carefully pushed my hand into her sweatpants, which she then pulled down a little. I looked at the white panties, which were decorated with small red hearts. Very slowly I let my fingers slide over her pubic bone and reached the labia. I ran my finger over it briefly until the fingertip slipped between it and immediately got wet.

There must have been a lot of vaginal fluid accumulated, which when my finger slid gently back and forth through her labia, I immediately had soaking wet fingers. Nicole sighed softly and enjoyed it. Very carefully I pushed a finger into her vaginal entrance and put my thumb on her little skin, behind which the clitoris was. Nicole continued to kiss my neck while sucking, which made me really horny. Her fingers reached into my baggy pants.

Then she held my hard-on through my pants and ran her fingers over the tip. My thumb found the little rock hard pearl and I began to massage it. At that moment, Nicole's lips kissed over my cheek to my mouth. She squeaked softly: "Aaaah, don't stop!"

I pampered her with two fingers and massaged her pearl. My God, what the girl got wet. The whole slip was soaked. Her lips slid over mine and her tongue slipped between them. It was quiet in the room. I only heard the quick breath that she sniffed through her nose. Her fingers clutched the back of my neck and our lips parted. With my mouth wide open, the rapid breathing turned into a first soft, but then increasingly louder moan. That was the only thing that could be heard in the room. My cock was about to explode, but Nicole got ahead of me and screamed. With firm pressure I had her clitoris under control and felt the twitching in her vagina on the other two fingers. She screamed loudly and twitched all over her abdomen.

I had pulled my fingers out of her vagina and caressed her pubic bone. "Whoa!" She said and looked at me. Then she pulled her sweatpants back up as if nothing had happened and said: "Are we going?"

She took the elevator and we got in. I thought we were going to have a smoke, but she left me on the third floor and said goodbye, “Thank you! See you! ”Then the door closed and I also went to my ward. When I scratched my nose because a hair itched, I smelled my fingers. They smelled like Nicole. A smell that I could still hear the next morning. That was the last time I saw Nicole.