Clara is measured

Clara peered around the doorway of Vastra's study and awkwardly stepped into the warm room.

"Err...hi," Clara said, coughing to announce her presence.

"Ah, Clara, you're here."

The lizard lady rose from where she was sitting...which appeared to be from the embrace of her wife.

"Oh, hey Jenny," Clara said awkwardly. "I'm not interrupted anything, am I?"

"No, no, of course not!" Vastra laughed, taking hold of Clara's hand and dragging her further into the room. "Now, I've been out this morning seeing if I can track down the Doctor, but as I'm sure you know-"

"Yeah, thanks for that," Clara interrupted. "But I would REALLY like something to wear now."

Her bare toes curled up and she balled her hands into fists, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

"Yes, of course. Take off your nightdress and Jenny can measure you up."

"Take off my-? But I've not got anything on underneath!" Clara instinctively hugged her chest, turning bright red.

"Don't worry, Clara, we're all women here."

The last thing Clara wanted to do was lose her only garment of clothing that she had, but if it meant she would get something more substantial to wear, the brunette supposed it was worth it. Grabbing hold of the soft material, she pulled it over her head, struggling for a few moments to dislodge herself from it.

Jenny watched on in open mouthed astonishment as Clara's bare thighs came into view, followed by her bald pussy, soft stomach and perfectly round breasts.

The adorable girl quickly threw her arms around herself the moment she was bare, but Jenny stood up and gently but firmly pulled her hands away, exposing those two juicy mounds.

Vastra always kept the room warm to aid the growth of her plants, but Jenny had been soaking her hands in ice before Clara arrived, meaning that the naked girl gasped whenever the birthday girl touched her, and was soon shivering.

Under the pretence of measuring Clara for a dress size, Jenny cupped those naked boobs in her hands, poked the exposed stomach, traced the outline of her shoulder blades, squeezed her butt, trailed her fingers down her smooth arms and legs and tickled her small feet.

Jenny grinned as she felt Clara reacting to her touch. A nipple turning hard under her hand, a gasp escaping as her hand explored just too close to her pussy, a giggle elicited from the stroking of a sole; Jenny knew she was driving the naked girl crazy.

"That should be everything," Jenny announced, standing up and letting go of Clara's calf.

The moment Jenny had stepped away, Clara's arms were back across her body, her chest heaving and with perspiration clinging to her skin. Clara had been teased gloriously close to a climax; the frustration on her face was clear to see, but Jenny had no intention of giving Clara the release she craved.

Vastra rang a bell.

"Excellent. Strax should be able to take these to a tailor and get something made for you."

Clara squealed and ducked down behind a fern as Strax appeared in the doorway.

"Madam Vastra."

"Strax, take these measurements to a tailor and get a dress made for mistress Clara."

The moment Strax was gone, Clara dashed out and scrambled back into her nightdress.

While Jenny was sad to see her breasts dissappear from view, she could see Clara's erect nipples pressing against the material. And with her red face in sharp contrast to the white garment, Clara somehow looked even more adorable now than she did when nude.

Clara's skin was still crawling from Jenny's cold touch. She was just glad that Jenny was married. Being fondled by another women was awkward anyway, but if Clara thought that person fancied her? She'd rather die!

Oblivious to Jenny's stares, Clara sank onto a chair and rubbed her arms. Strax would be back soon, she told herself, rocking backwards and forwards. She would soon have a proper outfit to wear.

xxx

"Thanks for that," Jenny whispered to Vastra, eyes still on the shivering, half-naked girl. "I know that is your favourite nightdress, but can we destroy it?"

"All in good time, my dear," Vastra laughed under her breath. "All in good time."

Vastra had plans for Clara. Plans that would make Jenny the happiest woman in all of time and space.