Doctor Clause (Doctors of Eastport General)

Chapter Seven

Stephen

SunSleep, one of the largest hotels in Eastport, was almost directly across the street from the hospital, less than a five-minute walk, in fact. That made it ideal for doctors scheduled with late nights and early mornings, as well as patients waiting for procedures and their families.

A suite was perfect. The living area meant there was no one needed to enter the bedroom. Plans were on the verge of erotic, but there was no need for touching, at least until he wrapped his head around the morality of the situation.

Watching was another thing. If a woman wanted to be an exhibitionist in front of him, who was he to stop her? If she bolted at the thought, problem solved.

He glanced at his wrist. It was still early. There was enough time. The bathroom was a work of art, including the multi-heads, each with their own handle. One turned under the force of a tight grip. Imitation raindrops fell from a square panel in the ceiling. A single finger extended, testing the spray.

Cold.

Warm.

Just right.

Clothes landed in a pile on the tile floor. One foot stepped onto the non-slip surface, the other following close behind. Typically, he indulged in two showers a day. One, to start the day off refreshed, and the other to wind down.

This was exactly what was needed after a long and troublesome day. The stress removing ability of a rain shower was no joke. It was calming, therapeutic, and cleansing. What more was there, apart from knowing a pair of silk pyjamas was waiting when he was done? The effects of the material’s delicate softness were equally mellowing.

Relaxing was a vital part of the decompression process. Feeling good about himself was equally as important.

Knock.

He left the buttons on the top undone, answering the door. There was only one possible person on the other side.

She actually showed up.

A part of him, the more intelligent part, hoped she wouldn’t. The bulge in his pants, however, was happy to see her.

“Come in,” he said, towel-drying his hair. He plopped down on the couch, watching her flailing about in a most unusual manner. “Find a spot and stay there.”

She nodded, teeth biting her bottom lip. “Like this?” Feet pointed out, positioned slightly away from each other, and posture straight, for the most part.

“Sure.” A controller clicked, dimming the lights, and turning on an explicit movie in the background, which only he had a view of.

Minutes passed before the weight of staying still set in. Her body teetered, swaying. “Is this it? Your fantasy is to watch a porno while I do nothing?”

“Not exactly,” he replied. “Among other things, I like to watch. This is just the beginning. Are you that eager to enact all of my desires? You don’t even know what they entail.”

“Well,” she said, still standing in the middle of the room. “I feel rather awkward at the moment. So, please tell me. What would you like me to do?”

He felt the stupid grin crossing his face, but there was no stopping it. “Undress,” he replied, legs sprawling wide open.

“Sorry?” she answered, clearing her throat right after. A light pink blush filled her cheeks.

“Undress,” he repeated. “You asked me to tell you what I want you to do. I want you to take your clothes off.”

“Right here?” she asked.

“Right there,” he answered, eyes glued to her. If she ran, it was over. If she stayed, it would be a good show. Either way, he wasn’t breaking any rules in the ethics department.

“Everything?” she asked.

“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?”

She simply nodded; eyes closed.

“Are you wet?” he asked. “Move your fingers between your legs.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if someone else was doing this?” she asked, still gently twisting the sensitive parts of her own breasts.

“You need to understand your own body,” he answered. “You can’t share a moment like this with a partner, if you don’t know what it is you enjoy. Figuring out your own sexual preferences is the key to climaxing.”

She nodded, allowing a finger to probe between her legs.

“That’s it,” he said, leaning back again to fulfill his own growing needs. “Slide the fingers back and forth. Allow them to enter you, then draw them slowly back out. Feel around for any spots you enjoy feeling touched, then concentrate on them. Increase the speed and pressure of the rubbing.” His own hand moved up and down on his shaft in pace with her timing.

“Oh!” she cried out, her body trembling.

He’d finished a moment earlier, giving him just enough time to catch her before both legs buckled beneath her. Heavy breaths gave way to a light snore. The first orgasm was always one for the books. It certainly caught the woman in his arms off guard and drew out all that was wearisome, allowing for a deep slumber.

Maybe sex wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

Next time.