My encounters with hot chartered accountant Janvi – Part 1

Hello friends, Victor here with my first narration of how I was able to convince and unplug the deep desires of a wonderful, hot, and sexy lady, with mutual consent. Sexual opportunities need to be created in life; there is nothing wrong with being candid and opportunistic about sexuality and its needs.

Sexual pleasure is the legitimate right of every human being. The more you hide the urge, the more it drives you toward it. Hope you enjoy this story. I have tried to write it as detailed as possible in three parts, including the feelings and emotions that flowed during this incident. Request your comments and feedback at [email protected].

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I am Victor, a 35-year-old resident of Ahmedabad, Gujarat. I live in my own apartment, while my family is at my native place.

The heroine of the story is 28-year-old Janvi, who is a CA in our company where I work. Our departments are different, but due to her work, she has to come to us for audits and reports. During these interactions, we have grown close, and sometimes we share the same table in the office canteen during lunch hours.

Let me describe her for you, friends. She is 28 years old with a perfect curvy figure, the right amount of flesh in all the right places, a perfectly fit body, and a guessed figure of 34-28-36. She was recently married, as she threw a party of snacks in the office. Sometimes I stare at her during work hours, and she catches my attention.

My love of playing outdoor games like cricket, volleyball, and basketball, along with doing cardio in the morning since childhood, has given me a lean and fit body with a height of 6’2″ and messy hair, which makes me look more stunning.

One day, while taking a lunch break, Janvi and I shared a table with two other employees in our office. During our chit-chat about office work, Janvi mentioned that she also does CA-related work in her free time as a freelancer.

My eyes sparkled with this sentence, and I asked her for help with my ITR filing work. She happily agreed to help me and gave me her personal number.

That night, I messaged her and got an instant response. We talked about the ITR filing work and said good night.

After that, I talked to her whenever I felt like relaxing. One day, she posted a picture with her husband on WhatsApp status from their honeymoon diaries, and she looked very sexy in those pictures.

I commented, “HOT.” She responded negatively, and I left the conversation.

During the ITR filing, I talked to her again and handed my work to her with all my bank statements and KYC documents. I was also involved in personal family business, so my bank statements were very surprising for her.

We talked about her fees and charges, and she immediately said no to my work’s fees, asking me to refer more clients to her as per her fees.

I happily agreed and referred 10 to 15 people to her for ITR and CA-related work. She was very happy and thanked me a lot for all the referrals. I said that only thanks were not allowed, and she immediately suggested that we go for lunch instead of thanks.

After one week, we planned for lunch and skipped the office canteen. During lunch, I stared at her body. I praised her beauty, looks, and said how lucky her husband was to have such a hot wife.

She reacted angrily to my word “HOT,” but I just smiled, and she also got my intentions.

After that, we often talked about our lives on WhatsApp whenever we were free. Mostly, she shared her daily work chronicles, and I always headed the conversation toward family.

One day, I successfully got the point of her husband’s love for her, and she went offline after seeing my message.

Three days later, she talked to me over coffee in our office canteen about her husband’s bad manner of drinking alcohol.

I consoled her by saying that only she could manage her husband’s habits by showing love to him. She got frustrated by listening to this and went to her desk after telling me that I would not understand.

That night, I asked her too many times over WhatsApp about the office canteen incident, and she asked permission to call me if I could. I agreed, as I live alone in my own apartment.

I called her, and she was crying over the call.

After many efforts, she confessed that her husband was very much an alcoholic. He is a manager in a reputed company and earns a good amount for living, but due to his past love story, he is into too much alcohol, and his friend circle is also totally alcoholic.

She confessed that her husband’s friends also come to her house with their wives and do parties at their house, or else her husband, Niraj, goes to their friends’ houses for parties.

I asked her why she didn’t go along with Niraj for parties at his friends’ houses, and I got shocked by listening to her answer.

She told me that once she went with Niraj to one friend’s house, and Niraj asked her to swap partners for one night. She told me, while crying, that Niraj offered his friend Janvi to sleep with, and his friend’s wife would sleep with Niraj.

Janvi said that day, his friend was very drunk and could not do anything to her in the bedroom. I asked her why she didn’t refuse. Janvi said that Niraj’s friend’s wife went with Niraj to another bedroom, and his friend came to her in a drunken state, so she didn’t want any unnecessary drama and didn’t refuse.

Then, she cut the call, and I tried, but it wasn’t reachable.

The next day in the office, I asked her for lunch, and she agreed with my idea.

I took her to a couple’s spot for lunch, and she was happy. She put her head on my shoulder, and I could see her cleavage clearly from her formal shirt.

I put my hand over her shoulder and consoled her. Slowly, I was getting what I wanted and what she needed.

We went for lunch often, and I touched her, praised her beauty, and now she was comfortable with my nude jokes as well.

One day, I saw her black bra during a lunch break in our office canteen and messaged her that she was giving a good view of her lingerie to office employees. Rather than reacting, she simply adjusted her bra strap.

To my surprise, she messaged me back that evening:

Janvi: Don’t notice or stare at my lingerie anymore in the office.

Me: I helped you from getting famous.

Janvi: I know, but you have to stop staring at me in such ways in the office as well.

Me: That means I can stare at you when we are not in the office.

Janvi: Shut up.

Me: Explain your words then!!

Janvi: You are my good friend, and you can have some fun, but not in the office.

Me: Ok… my definition of fun is not configured by anyone, so please define the limit.

Janvi: What kind of fun do you do??

Me: You will get a demo by tomorrow 😜…

Janvi: Means??

Me: Good night for now.

Janvi: I don’t get it.

Me: You will get it tomorrow.

Janvi: Ok. Gn.

The next day, I went to her desk with a paper folder and a laptop in my hand. She was dressed in formal attire, black pants, and a cream-brown shirt.

I put my laptop on her desk table’s upper side to cover the front, and with the paper folder, I covered the lobby area. Now, the left side was covered by her desk slate.

I asked her about work-related stuff and slowly slid my hand to her left side boob. She was totally frozen by my first touch in the office.

Till today, I hadn’t touched her in this style. She stared at me in awe, and my hand slowly rubbed her boob and circled my finger over her left nipple.

After 30 to 35 seconds, I removed my hand and went to my desk.

Me: Now you get the definition of my FUN.

Janvi: —

No reply till evening, and I called her, but she did not respond.

That night:

Janvi: Don’t you dare to do this kind of fun next time with me.

Me: It’s just fun; don’t get angry, yaar.

Janvi: Your FUN made me leak!!

(I am surprised – I get the game, friends).

Me: Oops!! I didn’t know that you were that sensitive.

Janvi: I am too sensitive in sexual pleasure but can’t get it from my husband, and my body is craving too much for this attention.

Me: I get it; let’s set boundaries for us, and we both can fulfill our cravings!! 😜

Janvi: Sure, you get some sleep today; we will talk later as my husband is home now.

Me: Good night.

Janvi: Gn.

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This is the end of part 1, friends.

Please give your response to my story and stay tuned for the next part, where I fuck Janvi in every corner of her house.

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