Do it for real?

She nodded slowly, her warm smile returning, tentative but real.

'I'd like that. More than friends, but taking it slow. Starting here, maybe.' Her voice was soft, steady, as her free hand moved lower, gently cupping my bulge through the scrubs. Her palm pressed against the full length of my cock, fingers curling around the girth, feeling the veins pulse and the head leak pre-cum into the fabric.

I gasped, hips bucking slightly into her hold, the sensation sending sparks up my spine—her warmth seeping through, my balls tightening as she squeezed lightly, thumb rubbing the wet spot at the tip. My pussy clenched, juices trickling down my thigh, the mix of emotion and raw pleasure making my knees weak.

'Lena...' I moaned softly, leaning into her, our foreheads touching. She didn't pull away this time, her touch signaling consent, mutual and electric.

The supply room door rattled faintly from someone passing outside, but we stayed locked in that moment, her hand exploring the outline of my shaft with gentle strokes, building the tension without rushing.

What came next—more touches, stolen moments amid the shifts—hung in the air, promising a bond deeper than friendship, one that might ease my loneliness in this foreign place.