Take her shirt off

Clark laughed. "Well, Lady Santa Claus," he said," the thing I'd like for Christmas is to see you take your top off."

Nate shrugged at Abbie. "Yeah, it's not a strip club, but sometimes women would do a little dance up here, if you know what I mean.

Abbie looked at him. "Interesting." She looked back at Clark.

"So what do you say, Lady Santa Claus?" said Clark. "Would you like to give me that gift?"

"Sure thing, baby." Without missing a beat, Abbie raised her hands to the top button of her shirt.

"Hang on, there. Would you mind starting from the bottom?"

Abbie smiled. "Absolutely. And you were so kind to ask."

Clark laughed. Abbie fixed her gaze on Clark, and fingered the bottom button of her shirt.

"You know," she said, teasingly, "Since you asked so nicely, I think I should let you handle the buttons."

Abbie rested her hands on Clark's shoulders, and he reached his hands forward. He undid the bottom button, moved his hands up to the next one. As the bottom half of the shirt opened, he touched her soft skin. She was warm to his touch, which brought both of them great pleasure.

He unfastened the next button, leaving only the top one. He pulled his hands back, and Abbie looked at him. She smiled, but didn't speak. Clark loved the look of seeing her bra underneath the mostly open shirt. He reached forward again, and undid the final button. Abbie leaned her arms backward, and the shirt slowly fell off her, revealing her sensible, yet still quite alluring white bra.