She wasn't the kind of girl that most men fantasized about. She was tall, about five seven with a slender willowy body. Her hair was long and black and, when it was loose, fell in waves over her shoulders. She didn't often wear it loose though. And her tall slender body was almost always clad in frumpy ultra conservative clothes. Her face was angular with a wide mouth and elfin nose and eyes. This with her oriental features almost made her look like an anime character. Her thick glasses with the very unstylish brown rims couldn't quite hide all of her natural beauty, but they tried very hard.
Evan had a thing for the librarian look though. He was also afflicted with yellow fever, that unexplainable thing that some men have for oriental girls.
With some it's confined to only Japanese girls or only Filipina girls but to Evan all girls from the orient gave him that jolt. Whether they were from mainland China, Thailand, Vietnam or whatever, they all had that special look.
With Sophie being from China and looking like an uptight Chinese Librarian, well, instant hard-ons were not uncommon whenever he looked at her.
He looked at her a lot too, seated as she was directly across from his desk in their office. From 8:00 am to 4:30 pm every Monday to Friday, Evan sat facing Sophie and tried hard not to ogle or fantasize too much as he tried to work.
Evan's favorite outfit that she wore was a black skirt. It fell to just above her knees and was tight fitting, at least compared to any of the other clothes she wore it was tight. She typically wore a button-down blouse with it. In the summer it was too hot for her to wear a camisole underneath so Evan spent hours trying to catch surreptitious glances down the front. Occasionally he would see the top of her bra but nothing further. He often found himself fantasizing about seeing her pale pink nipples peeking out from beneath her blouse; at least he imagined her nipples were pale pink.
This particular day was very hot and the air conditioning was not performing well. As a result it was probably ten degrees hotter in the office than usual though still ten degrees cooler than outside.
Evan was trying hard to concentrate on his work as the sweat poured off his brow. His shirt was practically soaked through and, much to his delight, so was Sophie's. He could clearly see the outline of her bra through the pale yellow fabric.
From time to time she would chew on her upper lip as she studied her computer monitor then continue with her work. Every few minutes she would tug on the neckline of her blouse and hold the wet fabric away from her skin for just a moment's relief. Then she would let go and go back to her drawing.
"Too hot!" she said with a smile.
"What?" Evan asked, startled out of his reverie.
"Too hot today," Sophie said with a wide smile.
Evan found himself drowning in that smile and he jerked himself out of it by clenching his fists over his keyboard.
"Yes," he agreed, relieved that he hadn't been caught ogling her chest, "it's too hot to think straight."
"Need cold drink," she laughed.
"No," he said with a grin, "you need hot tea or hot coffee."
She frowned and shook her head and pulled her blouse open briefly in illustration.
"No, too hot!" she said.
Evan laughed, if only to disguise the sharp intake of breath as he spotted the white bra she wore under her blouse and her bare tummy all the way to the top of her skirt.
"Yeah, you're right," he said. "It is too hot."
He got up and went to the bathroom. As he washed his face with cold water he wondered if he was cooling himself off from the heat or from the tantalizing glimpse of flesh she had just given him. He chuckled to himself and thoroughly soaked his face and the back of his neck. Just for good measure he soaked a paper towel and washed his torso down with it, reveling in the feel of the cool water on his skin.
He soaked another paper towel and carried it back to his desk with him, still dripping. He held it to his forehead for a moment and Sophie watched him enviously as the excess water dripped down his cheeks and neck and under his shirt.
"I wish I could do that," she said ruefully and then laughed at herself.
"Why can't you?" he asked with a smile.
She frowned again and leaned closer.
"Different for you," she whispered. "You are a man! You can do this and no one think. I cannot do this."
"Why not?" Evan asked.
She giggled softly and leaned closer still.
"I cannot get my shirt wet," she said. "It will be... I don't know the word in English... When shirt is wet, you can see underneath."
"You're shirt is already wet," he said casually. "It's soaked from your own sweat and I can't see through it! I don't see what difference a few drops of water would make."
Sophie looked down at her blouse in alarm and saw that her shirt was indeed soaked through. She relaxed when she realized it was not as transparent as she feared it might be and then smiled back at Evan.
"I think you are right," she said with a laugh. "Maybe I will try."
She got up and went quickly to the bathroom and Evan watched her walk away with relish.