Lovely Brown Indian Woman



By: AWC

I am Joseph and it was my first job in a bank right out of the college after finishing my finance (Banking) and economics majors with an excellent 3.7 c GPA. This was the headquarters of this bank with no less than almost 500 employees on 2nd floor of this building. There were a minimum of 200 or more of the female employees of all colors, age, height, size, shape and nationalities. They were very well scattered from receptionists to managerial and even higher levels. It was great to enjoy all different cuts of women all day as they paraded on the floor. Many were so fucking beautiful that I had a very difficult time to refrain myself from taking my cock out and masturbate right there, during the office hours. I always wondered, how married men were able to carry on with such tough and rough work environment. The temptation was at its extreme, every minute of the day.

Although, I felt myself in heaven with so much pussy around with a definite chance of availability, but as each beautiful woman is not at all equally appealing to all men and some specific women have the specific traits for some specific men, I do not dither to admit, my eyes were constantly looking for a blackish, brown, bronze colored Indian girl for my eye candy and all else usage too. To me, there was no greater sight, no better aura on earth than a beautiful Indian woman of Indian color skin all over. To me, Indian women had a presence, their body shape, their brown skin and all sweet way of talking with beautiful mouth and full lips like no other woman on earth. Adding to all this was the totally undeniable fact of the ability and the skills of Indian woman to give herself to the man during sex and especially the white man with big cocks. Oh fuck! I was hard all the time but my eyes always searched for the Indian beauty. This did not mean that I was not turned on by the women of all varieties. As a matter of fact, I had my share of different women under me for fucking, including the Indians and it was time and tried fact after repeated usage of Indian girls. Just a sight of spectacular, sexy brown Indian woman with an equally spectacular ass, would put me in a reverse roller coaster at full speed.

One day in the company cafeteria, I saw a celestial, angelic face, sitting with a coffee cup. I almost got scared with the realization of my dream and turned to run out of the cafeteria. By the time I returned back in the café, she was gone. As she was sitting there all alone, it was difficult to tell, if she was a visitor or an employee of the bank. For a very vague memory, I could recall the ‘Red’ colored bank ID tag hanging from her neck but I was not sure. About a week later, I saw her again at the monthly employee meeting. She was truly a dream come true for me. She looked blooming with youth, no more than 30, a very compact and sexy body, single framed, medium stature with womanly body features to awe a man.

I was already seated on an aisle seat when she walked by me and I could see her name tag ‘Amrita’. The most beautiful ass ever, almost brushed my face. Her scent made me dizzy. Her dress struck me. Although, long way from her teen years, she had no fears about wearing a short skirt and a tight fitted top. Her skirt was at least a foot above her knees. Sitting in the row, in front of me, her skirt rolled on her legs to show her wearing black stockings. Her top was fitted tight to emphasize the size of her full breasts. All I remember is, glancing at her during the discussions. She was extremely sexy, her each move was full of sex and wildness. I was sure and determined to meet her. I did want to fuck her but being a very realistic person, I knew to take the small steps, before the leap. I knew, I wanted her.

Next time I saw her was at the lunch break. She was sitting on a side table, all alone with the tiffin of food brought from home. It was not easy to ignore her but somehow, I did it. From the very next day, I was bringing my own sandwich for lunch from the home. Lucky that she was there at the lunch time daily, affording me the opportunity to talk with her.

Couple of days later, I saw her sitting in the cafeteria with her lunch. I walked up to her and said, “Hello”. She replied with a “Hi”. I introduced myself, “I am Joseph from the Audits and Loss prevention Department”. She shook my hand and though, I could read, she told me her name, “Amrita” from the “Accounts Department”. “Accounts Payable”, she emphasized. I asked and sat with her on the table to finish our sandwiches while the small talk continued. We concluded the meeting with the usual, ‘Nice to meet you, exchanging the phone numbers, etc.’ I was literally on cloud 9 for the rest of the day. Reaching home, I had to masturbate twice to calm down my cock and the boiling of sperm in the balls. Things could not have gone any better and I was sure to have hooked her. During the next several weeks we met couple of times and I made sure to say hello and ask, how she was? My mind was always racing to have a direct approach. Sure! I fantasized to approaching her and ask, when would she be available to meet and fuck but simply I could not muster enough courage for that although in my own fantasies, she always answered, “You simply say, when you want this done”.

The whole summer passed and it was early October, the weather was still warm enough with a little nip developing near the sunset.