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Clinical Sensations

Episode 4 Modern Love Series

By Juniper JonesPublished 4 years ago 6 min read
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Clinical Sensations
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Chapter 6

Lydia

The little black dress rode up her thigh and she knew that she would have to call off the piece for her boss. There was no way she was going to pass this up. It had been too long, and the piece could always be made to fit. So maybe it wasn’t a total loss.

She let him caress her thigh while they drove but didn’t look away from the window. She was watching him in the glass as he drove. She was wondering why she was letting this guy get to her as badly as this. Normally she would brush off any advances from men or women that had approached her as aggressively as this. It wasn’t the fact that he was a doctor. That had nothing to do with it really.

Suddenly she remembered the woman at Amberdeen’s who had come up and been friendly with Mr. Beckman. Angelica wasn’t taking the breakup very well and she could care less. She could tell that by the way that she was behaving that she knew that she screwed up in someway and was trying to get him back.

The drama with a capital “D” is what she was in for if she wanted to get involved with this man. Is he worth it? Somehow it didn’t matter now. All she knew was that he didn’t need to be clawed at by a woman who was just trying to use him. If she ended up on the receiving end of his affections, so be it. The V between her legs began to warm and throb in time with the trail that was left from his gentle probing touch.

Lydia flipped the switch to the lights, and everything went dark for a second.

“Why did you turn off the lights? I was supposed to show you around wasn’t I?” He stopped rubbing his fingers along the outside of her lips.

Lydia slipped into one of the waiting chairs deftly reaching out and pulling him to her. She grabbed his belt and begun to unfasten the clasp taking her time doing so. His stomach was mostly flat with dark hair trialing down past the edge of his belt. She let her fingertips ride up the seam of his pants letting her fingernails drag across it.

“Just a second.”

He pulled out his cell phone and let the blue light cast its way to his office in the rear of the clinic. Turning he knelt and cupped her face.

“Come with me.”

At this moment the last thing that was on her mind was doing a report for the local newspaper. She let her hand drop from his groin and pulled herself up using his belt. They weren’t that different of a height when she was wearing her heals and she found that she was getting caught up in the musk of his scent.

“I still have to show you the rest of the office.”

“Lead away, Doctor.”

“Why aren’t you pushing me away?” He came in closer to her pressing his body into hers.

“Doctor, I have my reasons, why don’t you let me show you?”

“Tell me you aren’t like Angelica. Is it the money?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?” He came in closer still. This time bending slightly to breath gently on her ear.

“I can’t stand seeing a man like you with a woman like that. It hurts to watch. Call me what you want, “she leaned her head away from him so that he could follow the curve of her neck, “It’s not the money, it never was about the money.”

Tingling sensations flowed down her body and back up again and she held on to the arms of the chair to keep from unbuttoning her own blouse for him.

“Really, it…”, he paused to flick his tongue out and tease the tip of her earlobe, “never tempted you?”

“No.”

“Would you blame me if I tried?” His hands were on either side of her not letting her escape even if she had wanted to.

“You don’t have to answer any of my questions, you know that don’t you? Changing the subject was the only way for her not to lose control. His breath was lighting a flame in her skin and she was finding it harder to concentrate. Making her body stretch into him she held on firmly to his firm shoulders. Her body lithe and svelte against his she slipped out of her heels and let him kneel with her legs on either side of him.

“I’ll answer anything, just stay.”

Even if she wanted to, her body wasn’t going to let her. His hands had dropped from on either side of her to fall on her blouse and she couldn’t help but to add her nimble fingers to his own. He began to trail light touches from his lips to her neck, then her chest, tracing the outline of the blouse.

“Whatever will be will be. But yes, I’ll stay.”

This time she let her hands roam through his shirt while helping him from his jacket. His shoulder length blonde hair falling across her hands was soft and cool. A gentle lingering cooling touch that made her ache for the heat of his eyes as he looked upon her body.

That seemed to be enough of a consent for him and he stood up slowly again and flicked on the far lights near the rear of the clinic where his offices were. The light shone down on him and put his figure in profile. Even in the half-light of the office his eyes with their deep hunter green were hungry and devoured Lydia slowly while his clean-shaven mouth uttered in a low voice,

“Undress me.”

Unable to refuse she rose from the chair to leave his jacket discarded on the clinic floor. Her left hand gently pinched the buttons opening the front of his shirt. While her right caressed his neck to loosen it from around his neck. Her left hand was done with his shirt and began finishing the job she started with his dress pants.

“Don’t speak. Take your time.”

Lydia was compelled to admit it to herself. That she wanted him. She wanted him the way a smoker takes that first pull from a cigarette. Letting the sensations of want, need ache and course their way through her body she couldn’t help but to respond.

“I say only one thing. If you do the same for me.”

That smile again. Almost ferocious in its intensity he nodded and said nothing more. At least for a second then said,

“No promises. You don’t know what you are doing to me now.”

It was her turn to smile and when she gently touched the tip of him which nudged at the edge of his belt, she felt him jump to meet her touch. He let his shoulders relax and his eyes never left hers. Lydia continued where she left off letting her right-hand slip into his shirt and over his chest which she noticed was tattooed. Gently she brought up the tails of his shirt letting the friction of the cloth do the work for her while she let her gaze wander over his broad chest and shoulders. Sliding the shirt slowly over his shoulders she let the garment fall to the floor to meet with its discarded counterpart. All of this was done with a cautious yet gentle touch. She breathed in deeply, admiring the musk of him and stood back not touching him and let him wait.

To be continued...

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Juniper Jones

A woman with an inked and indented index finger bent over a keyboard wondering: "Am I really going to do this?"

Writing hopefully will be able to support my renovations.

And to my friends and cohorts: Forgive me. I know naught what I write.

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