She walked into the artist's studio. She removed her pink satin robe and draped it over the metal chair. She was now naked in front of the artists in the room.
I was one of six artists at the ready with our charcoal pencils. It was our project to capture her beauty.
Her body was not flawless, and her breasts sagged as well as her dimpled ass. Her face had wrinkles and crow's feet.
She lay down on the settee in a classic pose. After a few moments, a soft chime rang, and she moved to the back of the settee and placed her right arm on the back of it while draping her left arm over the top of her head.
We as artists could stare at her, while she was not allowed to look at us. It was to keep it non-personal between the artists and the model.
After a few more poses, it was time to go home. She slipped on her pink satin robe and tied off the sash. She glided from the room to the wooden antique brown 4-Panel room divider screen. She got dressed and waited a few minutes till everyone had cleared out of the art studio.
I was outside waiting for the bus to come to pick me up. I heard the door to the studio open and close behind me. She stood there putting on her head covering and tying it off.
A fine mist had started and kept coming. I looked up at the sky to the west and could see the sky darken from the rain thick clouds.
"Ex, Ex, excuse me, do you need a ride somewhere?" I heard the soft quivering voice behind me.
I turned around to see her in her small Toyota Camry next to me. Her passenger window rolled down.
"No, I am just waiting for the bus.!"
She looked up at the bus sign and pointed at it. I read it too. No bus service after 9 P.M.
I checked my phone and it read 9:13. It was too late. So it was either Uber or a town taxi. It would take them a while to get there.
"I guess I will take you up on your offer," I said.
She rolled the window up and I heard the car doors unlock. I got in and shut the door and buckled up.
"I know we are not supposed to make personal and eye contact with each other." I said, "But I guess what with how things are."
She smiled. started to tell her my name, but she shushed me.
As she drove the rain came down in buckets. It was hard to see. She spotted a 24-hour diner just up the road. She pulled into the lot.
"Coffee?" She asked.
I said sure and we went inside and then decided to get a small breakfast too. A little early for it. But shit it was 7 A.M. somewhere, to paraphrase the old "it's 5 O'clock somewhere.!
We sat and chatted while we ate. I found out she was a widow, and all her family was in Charlotte now.
She was quite charming and easy to talk to. Like we had known each other for years instead of moments such as these.
