Sitting board-room style for hours on end, her sweater on – sweater off at times too cool to concentrate, other times not wanting to perspire they both thought it a shame to waste such a lovely day indoors at times staring out the window trash blustered along the street, at times watching her, sweater on – sweater off
He was happy to buy lunch hoping they could leave office confines even for an hour the sun and the brisk walk for sandwiches and tea would warm them sufficiently to inevitably leave off, the sweater off that afternoon
He admired her – not just to look at - but appreciate the nape of her neck, soft smooth shoulders giving way to the work-out bicepts it was inconceivable that a man in his right mind would cast such treasures aside smallish ******* still-firm protruding from the blouse beneath the off-sweater breathing in – breathing out
He knew so very little about female biology, being a man was difficult enough curious to learn more about her “change of life” almost apologetic about her wrestling with sweater on – sweater off yet wise enough to steer clear, leaving such questions unasked.
The distraction for him was much more approval, than gawk wondering whether she would quietly smile during the occasional too long glare or would she alley-slap him silly for being so brutishly insensitive ogling while she struggled with sweater on – sweater off
Pen in hand, head down, back-to-work, such questions left unasked although the appreciation continues.......
Based on a true story. It was hard to concentrate - and not only because the woman was a lovely character. For some reason I took notice of her struggle. I've seen it before but never to the extent I did that day. Lovely moments.