Mate, 5 years ago the thought of being with an Indian woman would make my stomach turn. Since then, I've come into contact with a lot of really nice Westernised ones. There was one in my previous job who was short... like... really short, but had huge boobs, and wasn't afraid to wear short dresses to the office and show her juicy thighs. That same workplace also had a really nice one who was most conservative. Nice figure all round, but never showed too much skin, never showed cleavage, and spoke with a very elegant accent. Kind of half-Australian/half-English, and she was very friendly and well-mannered too. The type of woman who would light-up the room when she walked in. Her mannerisms and conservative choice of wardrobe made me want her even more.
Than in one of my more recent jobs there was this other Indian chick who had no accent at all and was so damn pretty. She would often wear mini-skirts and heels to work but never show cleavage. More so, because her and I were the youngest 2 in the office, she'd often come up to me and speak to me about stuff whenever we were having social get togethers.
When I started in my current role, one of the first hotties I noticed around here is an English Indian (OMG... can't get enough of the English accent on Indians... it puts them a class above the rest). She's about a year younger than me, has thick, muscular thighs, possibly the sexiest calves I've ever seen on a women (it's like she's walking in heels even when she's not), and she's short as well. She ticks all the boxes.
Then there's another Indian here who is young... like... very young, a uni graduate, too young for me. She's gotta be like 22 or something, but I see her all the time. She's slim, sexy, dresses conservatively but enough to look hot, and speaks without an Indian accent... you'll think you're speaking to a local Sydney-Sider.
