I knew nothing could ever happen between my coworker Jasmine and I, but that sure didn't stop me and many other guys from checking out her sexy body whenever we could. You see, Jasmine is Indian, and because of her strict upbringing, she would not get involved with any guys that weren't also Indian. What a shame because the body on this girl was amazing. Standing at only 5'1'', weighing probably less than 100 pounds, her tiny frame featured large firm tits and a curvy little butt. Her ample rack looked like it made up half her total body weight. Her smooth darker skin was creamy and perfect, and I often imagined how hairy her tight little pussy must be.
My name is Greg, and I am one of Jasmine's closest friends at work. I'm average in appearance, with an average 6.5 inch cock which is very thick around. When Jas comes by my desk to visit and shoot the breeze, I have to struggle not to stare down her valley of cleavage. And when she walks away afterwards, I make sure to feast my eyes on her butt as she sashays away.
There have been numerous occasions where coworkers have gone to happy hour and I was sure that if the whole ethnicity thing wasn't a factor, Jas and I would have hooked up, and possibly fucked. It takes her tiny frame all of one or two drinks to become drunk, and when this happens, she likes to hang all over me and be more flirtatious than usual. When we hang out together, Jas likes to talk about her relationships or lack thereof with all of the Indian guys she meets, and I listen patiently and offer advice, even though I'm mentally undressing her and dreaming of injecting her tiny body with my cock.
One particular morning at work, Jas came by really upset. She explained how she had had enough with her parent's trying to rule her life and tell her what to do, and she is sick of being fixed up with these shady guys just because they are Indian. As I listened to her venting, I watched her bosom heave as she spoke, which was getting my cock excited. We agreed to go out to the bar after work, just the two of us, to drown our respective sorrows. Looking forward to our meeting was enough to get me through the day, and finally it was time to go. I met Jasmine at the bar down the street, and we grabbed a little booth in the back corner so we can talk and be left alone before the bar got crowded.