Lady In A Little White Dress

She sat with her legs slightly open. Her dress was a pretty little white piece open to the waist at the back and ending at the knee. She was a black beauty with only red lipstick for makeup and an Afro that said "I'm African and proud" daring the rest of us who had paid good money to own Caucasian hair.

I sat a few paces away from her to the left and wondered if the slight open of her legs was exposing more than just her thighs to those sitting opposite her. She seemed oblivious to the way she sat so I decided to get my answers from the expressions of those opposite her.

Lady with long braids sat with her face set as a flint as if a rod had been placed inside her spine preventing her from moving. As I stared at her waiting for the affirmation that a scene was playing before her I caught her eyes dart at the slightly open legs and knew that was the reason for the ramrod back.

Guy with the jacket had a small smile on his face as he stared unflinchingly at the slightly open legs. He looked up at that point and our eyes met and he eyed me as if to say "do something about it" and I gave a small smile. Now I was sure a major distraction was playing with the concentration of the panellists at my conference.

I began to get uneasy for my new found obsession of the slightly open legs and decided to end it with a note of warning to the lady. My note read, "you may want to shut your legs I think you're feeding the eyes of an unwanted audience". I knew it wasn't the friendliest note to a stranger but since she wouldn't know the origin what did it matter.

As I folded the note to send to her someone walked towards her and whispered something into her ears and she immediately jumped up and walked out. I smiled to myself as I slipped the note into my handbag and as I looked up I again caught the eyes of the guy in the jacket and he heaved a sign of relief and I had to laugh out loud to the chagrin of those beside me.

I had become the distraction.