Lakeside Risk

I’d come to this lake house to recover from knee surgery. Quiet, pines towering overhead, the lake right outside the window—perfect place to rest and heal. They put me in a separate wing, and one nurse took care of me: Lena. Tall, with full hips and heavy tits that barely fit in her white uniform. She was thirty-four, I was thirty-one. We’d been on a first-name basis from day one.

That night, the host’s friends were over—a loud group celebrating somebody’s birthday. Voices, laughter, glasses clinking from the living room. Lena walked into my room without knocking, same as always. She carried a tray with my meds and a glass of water.

“How’s the leg today, Alex?” she asked in that low voice, setting the tray on the nightstand. Her eyes drifted over my bare legs under the thin sheet.

“Okay. Just aches when I lie still too long.” I propped myself up on my elbows. “They’re having a good time out there, huh? I can hear it all the way back here.”

“Yeah. Half of them are already trashed.” She gave me a crooked little smile. “That’s why I escaped. Told them my patient was calling.”

We both knew I hadn’t called. This tension had been hanging between us for a week. Every time she changed my bandage, her fingers lingered on my skin a little too long. Every time I stared at her lips, she looked away.

Lena stepped closer. The window was cracked, and the cool smell of the lake and wet pines drifted in. In the distance came the sound of splashing—somebody out swimming in the dark.

“Alex...” she whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. “If anyone walks in right now, I’m fucked. I’ll get fired on the spot.”

“Then don’t sit so close,” I said, but my hand was already on her thigh over that uniform. The fabric was warm.

She didn’t pull away. Her breathing quickened.

“You’ve been looking at me for a week like you want to eat me.” Lena leaned in, her breasts almost brushing my arm. “I want it too. Bad.”

Her fingers slowly pulled the sheet down. My cock was already hard, straining against my boxers. She ran her palm up the inside of my thigh, carefully avoiding the bandage.

“Careful...” I breathed.

“I’m always careful.” She smiled and bent lower. Her hot breath burned through the thin cotton. “But right now, I want to be bad.”

I heard someone walk past the door in the hallway. Loud laughter, a woman’s shriek. My heart hammered in my throat.

Lena stripped off my boxers. My