Clara woke up when the sun shone right into her face and a look at her alarm clock told her it was only shortly after 7 am. With a squeaking noise she stretched her arms out and made a mental note to remember to close the blinds tonight or she would wake up before the alarm again. Sighing happily Clara climbed out of bed and opened the first box of clothing she saw before she put on one of her favourite summer dresses. Her stepmother had been clever enough to pack all of her dresses and blouses with the wire hanger included so Clara wouldn't have to worry about getting new ones. She grabbed a handful of dresses and placed them on the rail inside her wardrobe but right before she could bend down again to grab more the rail came off and fell to the floor.
“Great,” Clara sighed, stepping closer to examine the problem. Apparently the little part that held the rail in place had given way under the weight and needed to be screwed back against the wardrobe wall. She decided that she would ask the Doctor for his help and went downstairs where the kettle was already whistling but there was no one in sight.
Stealing enough of the boiling water to fill her own tea cup she walked outside though the open door, hoping the Doctor would be there but Clara couldn't see him.
A splashing sound finally made her look further up and she realized that someone was swimming in the lake. Right, the Doctor had mentioned that he went swimming every day and so Clara placed her mug on the garden table and headed towards the lake.
“Good morning, Clara,” the Doctor greeted her happily, swimming in her direction when she had arrived by the water, “How was the first night in your new home?”
“Slept like a baby,” she replied with a smile.
The Doctor had obviously reached the shallow part of the water and when he rose to his feet Clara's mouth fell open. The Doctor was stark naked in front of her without the teeniest bit of clothing to cover himself and Clara caught an unshielded view on everything. From his wet hair to the water drops glistening on his chest, to the traces of muscle now more visible than the day before and, above all, to his quite large manhood dangling between his thighs. Clara probably looked for a moment longer than she should have and she swallowed hard when he raised his hands to his face to wipe away the remaining water. That strange feeling that Clara had noticed before came back, tingling all over her body, tucking at her abdomen and sending her mind racing before she final