SHORT STORIES 9
Sometimes my wife Beatrice thinks so purely that she can be quite naive. She has no real idea how sexy she is, and she seems not to notice the attention men give her when she walks into a room.
Here is a perfect example. We met for lunch today.
She had a dermatologist appointment at eleven, so we met afterward at a quiet Italian place near the clinic.
We have been trying to save money for a vacation, and Beatrice gets excited about that kind of planning.
We have a little daily contest to see who can find the best way to save a few dollars.
It keeps things light and makes the trip feel closer.
She arrived looking radiant. She kissed me on the cheek and sat down across from me with that soft, happy smile she always has when something has gone well.
"You look wonderful," I said, and I meant it.
She was wearing a soft blue sundress with thin straps and simple heels.
I had asked her that morning to dress with me in mind since we were meeting for lunch.
Beatrice does not usually dress quite that sweetly for a weekday, but when I ask her to think of me, she tends to skip the bra and the panties without making a big announcement about it.
She treats it like a private little gift, nothing more.
Beatrice has dark hair that falls past her shoulders, a small nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and clear blue eyes.
She works out and walks almost every day.
At forty eight she looks better than she did in her twenties, and she was already striking then.
She has a firm, graceful body, medium breasts that sit high, and a full, rounded backside that draws eyes whether she notices or not.
Most of the time she truly does not notice.
The hostess seated us, and a waiter brought water. We ordered quickly. While we waited, I asked, "How did the appointment go?"
She had a small mole on her lower back and wanted it checked. She made the appointment with Dr. Ward, a calm man in his forties who works at the clinic near our neighborhood.
"It went great," she said. "The mole is nothing to worry about. And guess what? I saved a hundred dollars."
"That is fantastic," I said. "How did you manage that?"
"At the dermatologist, of course."
"I thought the visit was only going to be about forty dollars. How did you save a hundred?"
"Well, the mole check still cost forty," she said, as if that cleared everything up.
Just then the waiter brought our food. Before he arrived, I noticed two men in business clothes seated at the booth behind Beatrice.
She had not noticed them. They had gone quiet when she started talking, and they were leaning in just enough to hear her.
For some reason the thought of them listening made my pulse pick up.
I did not mention them. I let her keep talking.
"So how did you save the hundred dollars?" I asked.
"I am getting there," she said. "When Dr. Ward came into the exam room and closed the door, he asked how he could help. I told him about the mole on the small of my back. He said, All right, Beatrice, let me have a look."
"That was when I realized I either had to lift the dress or lower the top. Since I was not wearing panties, I lowered the top."
Behind her, one of the men raised his eyebrows. The other gave a small look that said this was getting interesting. Hearing my wife say she had not been wearing panties in a public restaurant, with two strangers listening, sent a rush of heat through me. I kept my face calm and encouraged her.
"All right," I said. "Get to the saving part."
"I am," she said. "I turned my back to him and slipped the top down, holding my arm across my bare breasts. He took the fabric lower until he could see the mole."
Just hearing her say bare breasts in that soft, ordinary voice made me hard under the table. I knew the men behind her had heard it too.
"He looked at the mole, touched it, used a magnifier, and said it was fine. Nothing to worry about. Then he asked if I had ever had a complete skin check of my whole body. He said once you are over forty you should have every inch checked carefully."
"That worried me a little," she went on, "because I am forty eight and I have never had one. But here is the good news. You are going to love this."
"I can already imagine where this is going," I said. The men behind her were no longer pretending to eat.
"Dr. Ward said the clinic was running a special that week. Any patient already in for another reason could get a full body skin check free. A hundred dollar value, free. I was so happy I asked if he could do it right then."
"And he said yes?"
"He said he would be happy to. Can you believe my luck? I did not even have to make another appointment."
"Lucky indeed," I said. "What a kind man. What did you do next?"
"I asked him exactly what it involved. He said it does not take long. You uncover your skin, and he looks at every square inch. He also slides his hands over the skin to check for texture changes or anything under the surface that the eye might miss."
"I told him that made sense and asked if I should put on a gown."
"He said that was up to me, but I would be removing it anyway for a full check. Most patients simply go without since he will be seeing everything, and it only takes a few minutes."
"So I told him we should hurry because I had lunch with you. Then he mentioned one small thing. Out of respect for female patients, and for clinic policy, he prefers another person present when a patient is undressed. He said there was a student observer spending the week at the clinic, first day,
and I would be the first patient. He asked if that was all right."
"I said it was fine if that was the rule."
I could see where the story was headed, and so could the two men behind her. All three of us were listening with the same quiet intensity, and all three of us were a little stunned by how open and trusting Beatrice can be.
"What happened next?" I asked.
"It was a little awkward," she said. "He came back before I had even started undressing because I was checking my phone for a text from you. He brought the student with him. The student was a young man, college age, maybe twenty two, thin, glasses, very nervous. Dr.
Ward introduced him and said he was there to observe and learn."
"Honey," I said, "trust me. You are the only person on earth who would feel sorry for that young man."
The men behind her smiled. Beatrice ignored the comment and continued.
"I told them they had come back quickly, and then I stood up on the step of the exam table and pulled my sundress off over my head. I did not have a bra or panties on, so I was ready in a second. I did not try to hide because I knew they would be seeing me in a moment anyway."
"I walked over to the hooks by the door, hung up the dress, and walked back. You would think they had never seen a woman before, the way they stared. Their mouths were open. Maybe it was the heels."
"Maybe," I said carefully, "or maybe it was because you are gorgeous and you were completely naked in high heels, and your breasts move when you walk, and your hips sway. Maybe that was why, Beatrice."
"I guess that could be," she said, as if the idea were mildly interesting and nothing more. "Anyway, I walked back to the table and told them I was not wearing a bra or panties because it was a surprise for my husband."
"So there you were," I said, "standing naked in front of Dr. Ward and a young student."
"Yes, but it was a medical procedure," she said. "They are medical people. One of them is a doctor."
"One of them is a kid looking at you."
"Yes, but everyone has to learn sometime, and you know I like to help if I can."
"You are very kind," I said. "What happened next?"
"I was glad I still had my heels on so I was not completely barefoot and bare everything at once. Then I felt a little stone in one shoe, so I sat on the table, took them off, checked the bottoms of my feet, brushed them, and put the heels back on. They watched that very closely.
I suppose they do not often see a woman do that."
"You do not suppose," I said, "that it was because you were completely nude, bending your legs, with your breasts hanging forward?"
"Who knows," she said. "Do not get me off track. Dr. Ward started at my head. He had me hold my hair up and checked my scalp, ears, face, and neck. While I was standing there I noticed the student staring at my vulva without blinking. It was almost funny.
I touched myself lightly and asked if he had ever seen one before. He stuttered and said no, and that he was sorry for staring."
"He looked so ashamed," she said. "I told him not to be embarrassed. It is natural for a young man to want to understand what a woman looks like. This was a learning situation. I told him he could look. I even said mine would be a good one to learn from because I shave,
so he could see the labia and the clitoris clearly."
At that point the men behind her looked like they had stopped breathing. I was hard enough that it almost hurt. Hearing my sweet wife talk about her labia and clitoris in a restaurant, while describing how she had stood naked for two men, was almost more than I could handle.
"It sounds like you were getting a lot of attention," I said, "and really helping with his education."
"I was," she said simply. "Dr. Ward kept going. He was thorough, just as he promised. He slid his hands over every inch of me. Shoulders, upper back, lower back, arms."
"How did that feel?"
"Fine. It was a procedure, not a massage. You are not thinking this was sexual, are you? Because if you are, I will stop right now."
"Never," I said. "Please continue."
"He checked both of my breasts and nipples. He spent a lot of time there. He said many women have nipple issues, and of course there is breast health to consider."
"Of course," I said. "So he was thorough."
"Very. And this part will amuse you. My nipples went from soft to hard while he checked them. The student looked like his eyes might fall out. I laughed and asked if he had ever seen bare breasts and nipples before either. He said no again. I told him they can look different depending on the moment,