Employee training
My name is Mia and I am a Software Technology Manager for a business in the US. I have employed many Indians over the years and have always enjoyed learning from them as they learn from me. However, I never expected the experience I had with Madhu, who hailed from southern India. Because it was so lovely I want to share it with you. I hired Madhu as my summer intern whilst he was still a university student in California. I had never met him directly, but he was trained at a university I favored, so I expected good work from him. Indeed he did a superb job that summer; hence I offered him a full-time position and visa sponsorship upon his graduation. This offer he graciously accepted and returned to my staff 6 months later, having finished his Masters degree. At age 25 he already had a few gray hairs (from school) but was no less excited about the work we had ahead of us, and was eager to get started. At times I felt almost like an older sister to him, advising him on various matters and teaching him some of the finer points of manners and social protocol in the US business world. He was curious about everything, and he responded to my every suggestion, quickly becoming my most valued employee. I knew I could trust any technical assignment to Madhu, and he wanted to work with me more hours than anyone ever had. All this made me respect him so. Indeed he was a handsome chap, and enjoyable at every turn. Though I am nearly 14 years older than him, I admit I was quite charmed. As a manner of appreciation, I invited Madhu and the other Indians on my staff, to my home for dinner one evening. Together we prepared many traditional Indian dishes, and shared them along with interesting stories of our various travels. The night grew late and it was time for all to go home. Madhu however, insisted on staying to help me clear the dishes so I would not be left to do this alone. (In the US we do not often have full-time servants). In fact, he had no idea how to properly place fine dishes into a dishwashing machine, but he was fine enough company whilst I finished the task. By then it was 1:00 AM, and still he lingered on and chatted without pause. I thought perhaps if we retired to the formal living room he would see I was tired and politely leave. Off we went. I sat on the sofa when he suddenly insisted upon showing me a game on his laptop computer. As he sat there next to me, I unexpectedly felt myself growing flush and warm –in a sexual way. I knew it was inappropriate of me to feel this way, but the harder I tried to suppress it. the more urgent became this eager want from within. Madhu chattered on and on about his computer game and I began imagining an entirely different game: As Madhu taps away on his keyboard, I notice him glancing toward my chest. My nipples are large and always blatantly noted by men, but never before by Madhu –until now. I surreptitiously loosen my neck scarf –nipples now covered but a deep cleavage freshly exposed for his viewing pleasure. I lean closer to him as if to better see his computer screen, -and enough to press a large, soft breast against his left arm. He becomes distracted and he pauses. So unnerved, soon his head is tilted back fully against the sofa and his eyes closed as he tries to regain his composure. Too late, my Madhu! Over stay your welcome and pay the price; Now you will be my boy-toy. Anyway, since Madhu’s parents are now frantically screening brides for my prize employee, isn’t it fitting that I teach him how to pleasure a woman? Otherwise my trainee will fail miserably as a husband and that would reflect poorly on me, his manager. I get wetter as my lesson plan emerges. “Madhu,” I say. “I’ve been terribly remiss as your manager and mentor. The most important thing you can learn is also the very skill I have never taught you. And when you need it most you will either curse me if I have ignored your training, or you will cherish me if I have brilliantly instructed you.” “What do you mean?” He asks hesitantly. “What lesson do I need?” “I want you to be a wonderful husband, Madhu. –One who satisfies his wife forever so she in turn will want to please you.” He looks puzzled but he is not. His next question; “But Mia, won’t we just naturally know what to do?” “No. I’m afraid not. You must be taught these skills just as you were taught to program a computer. Has no one ever taken the time to teach this to you?” I ask, in an indignant tone, as if I am appalled at a failed education system. “I only know what I hear from friends. Mia, you are the only one to know this but I have never even kissed a girl.” He replies, looking down with embarrassment. “Well, don’t worry Madhu. I will teach you everything you need to know.” I console, as I gently slip my right arm over his hard shoulders and hug him sweetly –carefully touching my now erect nipple to his muscular bicep. The bicep tenses as the nipple grazes across it. “Madhu. The most difficult task you will face is learning to control your ejaculation. Too soon and you will frustrate her. Too late and you will hurt her.” He looks a bit panicked, but I refuse to ease my planned pursuit. I slowly close his laptop computer and place it aside –allowing him to feel just a bit childish for playing with boy’s toys when he really needed to learn how to play with tits. “Turn off the light, Madhu. We will dedicate our time to you now and you will learn the most we remove all other distractions.” He reaches for the lamp switch, and I turned fully so I can face him when he sits back again. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt I open it wide and run my fingers through the dark hairs, circling each nipple with my finger tip –and then circling again with the tip of my wet tongue. He shudders a bit, and then he moans. Now pressing his back hard into the sofa, he struggles to maintain any bit of self-control.