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.
A few random guys walked by us, and I noticed each of them check out Jas up and down. I couldn't blame them, she sat beside me in a low cut beige top showing off enough cleavage to convert a gay man. Her tight black pants showed off her sculpted little legs and ass, and her face was stunning. About two drinks in, Jas went to pee and when she came back, she sat right next to me on the bench instead of across from me where she had been sitting. She would rub up against me for the next several minutes and I was sure it wasn't accidental. Right then, I decided ( with the assistance of my hard uncomfortable cock) that I would make some type of move on my friend and coworker. I knew that if she rejected me, I'd have ruined everything but I didn't care anymore. It was her fault for being so flirty and touchy feely with me, even if it was from the liquor.
I turned to Jasmine and placed my hand on her leg, and told her I think she should be able to hook up with any guys she wanted, and her parents can't control her forever. I told her it wasn't fair of her parents to deny guys that truly wanted to be with her just because they were not Indian. As I started to blurt out more of my BS, Jasmine leaned forward and kissed me full on, tongue and all. I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back, slipping my tongue inside her mouth and twirling it with hers. My hands stayed on her leg but I got more daring as I ran them up her legs toward her pussy. Her small hands landed in my lap and were massaging my package through my pants. I was pretty sure I could smell her sweet pussy, and I simply had to fuck her and soon. We continued to make out for a while, our hands all over each other. I grabbed her hand and led her out of there to my car.