Page 9 of Doctor Clause

“Everything.” The ice cubes in his cup clanged together, swirling amongst an amber-coloured liquid. He took a small sip. “I want to see you strip.”

“Strip.” She gulped back. “I’m not a spring chicken anymore. I’ve had a child. Things aren’t in the same place as they were when I was in my early twenties.”

“I’m a doctor,” he snickered. “I think I know a thing or two about what happens to the body during the aging process.” This woman had no self-confidence. Why? It made no sense. She was attractive with her clothes on and he was pretty sure without them would be just as pleasant to the eye. “Go on then.” Curiosity had the best of him as to where she’d start.

The shoes?

It was all he could do to avoid laughing, watching the medium-height woman hopping around on one foot while she pulled off each shoe. That display was followed by socks.

“Phew.” She straightened up. “That was a chore, wasn’t it?”

That part she wasn’t embarrassed by for some reason. It was more a disappointing commotion than a sexy show. The pants were pretty much the same, legs tripping over one another. She barely stayed upright. This woman was definitely going through with the request and in a most amusing manner.

The buttons on her blouse undid easily, it fell to the floor in the pile with everything else. That left what was under the top layers: granny underwear.

She was mesmerizing, his type exactly, yet put zero effort into her own sexiness.

Her confidence levels registered well below par.

There could be only one reason why; she’d never been treated right.

“Keep going,” he urged, taking note of every curve and dimple she had to offer.

Some men never understood the beauty of a voluptuous woman. He’d always enjoyed having a bit extra to hold on to. Skin and bones were basically the same as looking at a medical skeleton. That certainly wasn’t a turn-on. Leeona, despite her lack of seductive garments, already had his dick twitching.

Without a stitch of clothing left, it was easy to deduce two things. One, there were no tan lines. Most of her time was spent indoors. Two, she lacked pride in her own appearance and self-worth.

There was a lot to be learned about a person from how they handled their own nudity. Embarrassment was a self-conscious emotion. All doctors knew that. She had a bad case of it, wiggling about, unable to allow her arms to simply fall at her sides. Still, there was an attractiveness to that as well.

One hand reached inside his silk lounger.

“Shouldn’t I be doing that?” she asked.

“Why?” he replied with a question of his own. “Were you hoping I’d make tonight about you... make you scream between the sheets?”

“No,” Leeona gasped. “That’s not what I was thinking, I swear. I mean I can’t anyway.” She snorted a nervous laugh.

“Can’t what?” he asked, his hand returning to the opening.

“I am one of those women... you know... who can’t climax,” she explained.

“Who told you that?” he asked. “It’s absolutely not true. There may be a small percentage of women who find it hard to orgasm during the actual act of intercourse, but I assure you, you can come. I’ll prove it to you.”

“How?” she asked.

“Touch yourself,” he instructed.

“Do what?!” she exclaimed.

“Start with the breasts,” he continued. “Circle around the nipple lightly, until it forms an erect peak. Then flick it, massage it, find what feels good.”

Leeona wet her lips, following the directive to a T.

“If it feels good, moan,” he said.

“Mmm.”

“Good.” He sat up straight. “Is the heat growing between your legs?”