ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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Event Management Office Part 1

So, within 3 months of my reaching Delhi, I shifted jobs and joined an Event Management company in South Delhi. I distinctly remember that was the time when Cell Phones were getting little more popular and internet was making its presence in offices. There was a dial-up connection of 33.6kpbs in that office. I am telling this because that was the time I got hooked to intenet, yahoo messenger and chat rooms, which has had a great impact on the way I met women or went forward with women I knew otherwise.

Anyways, so it was a small event management company of around 15-17 people and majority of them were girls. Couple of them freshers right out of college for who it was the first job. This company was formed by breaking away from another event management company. The owners were a husband wife duo who was at a senior position in previous company.

I joined them in Sales. The brief was simple. Touch all old clients of the previous company and offer rock bottom prices. Also, in each sales call atleast two people would go. So, I was mostly paired with a girl named Chandani for sales calls, who was a fresh graduate from one of the colleges of Delhi University.

Within One week, I got the hang that the main business would come only from the contacts of the owners and our pushing alone won't help. So regardless whether the prospect showed interest or not, I started telling the owners that there is a lot of potential and the client wants to interact with them for pricing. As they were in the industry for quite sometime, they were able to convert some business. And I "rightfully" took the credit of being the salesman. Within next one month, all other sales guys quit, couple of more joined but I was de facto senior sales guy in the office. Being the new company also meant that most of the sales staff including the owners were out most of the day.

On the other front, I started working on Chandani. She was very fair , chubby girl. Definitely overweight and perennially on a diet. She would have been between 5-2 to 5-3 and wore high pencil heels which I always feared would give away under her weight, so she towered to 5-5 kinds with those heels. This also means that he ample ass swayed to please the onlookers. She also wore eye makeup to accentuate her eyes, which she thought was the best feature of her face. As is the case the more time you spend with each other more bonding you have. So during travel, waiting for meetings and in office we had time to know each other. I made crude double meaning jokes with Chandani but was not able to move forward physically with her. Maybe because of lack of privacy and all. And then she fell ill for four days.

We talked for long duration over phone when she was not coming to office. I anyways had no places to go after office, so I used to stick in office as late as possible. And I conveyed over phone what I otherwise wanted to convey that I felt like hugging her, that I felt like kissing her. Overall impression that I was head over heels in love with her. Things shifted to past relationships. I censored most of the sexual activities which I guess she also did.

And when she came back after four days, it seemed as if we had not met for ages. Our relationship kind of matured in her absence. I almost hugged her which she also reciprocated. And the touches began when we were in that office and no one there.

Then what happened next was not planned by anyone. I remember she wore a skirt to office one of these days. Not that she wore it for the first time in office. But first time after her leaves. MMMMMMMMMMM her white thighs and calves.... I was unable to keep my hands off them. Sitting on the comp on the pretext of sending mails I made her sit next to me. And my hands roamed freely on her thighs and inside her skirt till upper thighs. She would stop me in between and I would wrest her hand to move further up her thighs.

I dropped my pen on the floor on purpose and when I bent to pick it up, I opened her legs and said, "Black Panty?" She blushed and said, "Don't be badtameez" I told her things like she looked sexy and beautiful and what not. In between I attacked her well hung boobs a couple of times. Her not stopping me meant a clear green light for me.