Hi everyone my name is Satish. I am 6ft tall, 24 years old working on my undergraduate degree in the US. Like most students I had to work to pay for my expenses and at that time I found a job working for an Indian restaurant. About 3 months working at the restaurant I was made a supervisor and was often in charge of closing the store at night. Soon after the manager hired a young newly-married Indian couple to work at the restaurant, they had just moved there from India. The husband, Mohit, was the cashier in the morning and the wife, Sarita, used to work in the kitchen and would help with the cleaning duties at closing. Since Sarita could not drive Mohit would come to pick her up every night after closing. The story I am about to share happened between me and Sarita.
Working together with the couple, I became good friends with the husband and would sometimes hang out with the couple on occasions. Mohit was in his mid-30s and Sarita was in her late 20s, but she had a very petite figure. She would always wear a shirt on top of her t-shirt and fit jeans to work. It was when we would hang out that I noticed she had a very shapely figure. When we worked I would often intentionally brush up against her, sometimes gently touching her ass. She never said anything and I never had the courage to do anything more.
This continued for a few months and I didn't think anything more would happen between us.
One day while we were working I noticed something was different about Sarita, she was not wearing her t-shirt, just her shirt with the top 2 buttons open. Since she was shorter than me I could easily see her cleavage every time she would bend over for something and I didn't Thin continued for a few more days, then one day while we were working I told her that she looked good, she smiled and said "I am glad that you noticed" and continued with her work. That day while working I noticed that she would brush her ass over my crotch every time she walked by me. Gathering some courage I placed my hand on her ass and gave her a light squeeze, she just looked at me and winked. At that moment I could feel my dick getting hard, but I didn't react to it.
Later that night when the restaurant closed, I finished balancing the account and went to help Sarita clean the dishes. As we were working, Sarita went to the restroom and came back after a few minutes, I noticed that Sarika now had one more button open on her shirt and I could clearly see that she had no bra on. I started getting hard again, and this time I went behind her and placed my hand on her hip, she turned towards me and just stared straight into my eyes, at that moment I kissed her on her lips.