PROFESSOR GAURI

[Jabed77]

It was a beautiful Sunday morning. 
Siraj reached Gauri’s place. He was about to knock on her door when he heard loud moaning from inside.


“aah.. ah.. oohh. ohh.. ummm..aaaaah!!”

It was clearly Professor Gauri’s voice.

There were loud thumping noises that followed her moans.

Siraj was shocked.

Siraj knew the Professor well enough to recognize her voice in its many variations, but this—this was completely unexpected. The moans alternated between being loud and soft, gentle and harsh, delicate and rough. It stopped every now and then. Then resumed. The thumping sounds were rhythmic. 

He froze, the sound stopping him mid-motion. His first instinct was to turn and leave, the uninvited guest at a party he hadn’t known was happening. But then his phone started ringing loudly and all the noises from inside stopped.

He could hear someone approaching the door.

The door creaked open, revealing Professor Gauri, her hair completely messed up and she was sweating a lot all over her body. She caught her breath, eyes wide with surprise.

Gauri had a tight t-shirt which clung to her chest tightly. Her sweat made it more sticky. She did not wear a bra and Siraj could tell. The white wet t-shirt clearly exposed the shapes of her breasts. Her breasts were a generous and perfect a 36 DD cup, perfectly shaped and firm for her age. They were high and full, with a dark brown areola that contrasted beautifully against her fair skin. Her nipples, now hardened, strained against the fabric of her wet T-shirt, leaving little to the imagination. 

Siraj couldn't help but steal a quick glance at her chest before averting his eyes, feeling both aroused and uncomfortable in the face of such intimate knowledge. His cheeks burned as he struggled to focus on anything other than the tempting sight in front of him.

 “Siraj! What are you doing here? You didn’t tell me you were coming!”

“I.. actually.. ” he stammered, trying to mask the fear that tightened his throat.

He was about to apologize for interrupting when a second figure appeared behind her.

"This is Sohail! My personal trainer!", she stammered.

“Hey there! We just had an intense work out”, Sohail waved, equally messed up hair and smiling.

“Ah, yes! Just… an unexpectedly intense workout,” she replied hastily, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The words tumbled out too quickly, revealing a hint of panic in her voice.

Siraj stepped back instinctively, creating a wall between them that felt both physical and emotional. “Oh!… a workout!,” he repeated, forcing a smile.

Siraj's heart raced as he studied her face, searching for calmness in her eyes. “I will come back later,” he replied, his voice low and steady, though uncertainty twisted in his gut.

Gauri’s smile faded for a moment before she composed herself. “Really, Siraj. You know how I can get when I’m preparing for my lectures. Sometimes it gets a bit… intense. A workout gets rid of my stress.” She pointed towards the exercise equipment in the corner of the room.

“I see,” he said slowly, still unconvinced. “But it sounded—”

“Like what?” she interrupted sharply, her composure cracking momentarily. “Tell me, what did it sound like?”

The question hung heavy in the air, and Siraj hesitated to respond. He could feel the weight of something unspoken between them, some hint of a doubt that stretched thin with every passing second. “It just felt… strange,” he finally admitted, his eye contact dropping to the floor.

Gauri's expression shifted, and for the briefest moment, something flickered in her eyes—an emotion buried deep beneath layers of professionalism. “Siraj,” she said softly, each word sounding like a bullet, “don't overthink! Okay!”

Her tone sent a shiver down his spine. “I am sorry,” Siraj spoke hesitatingly. “If something’s wrong in my behavior—”

“Nothing is wrong!” she snapped, her voice rising sharply before she took a deep breath to regain control. The tension in the room was thick like condensed milk. “Did you need something urgent?”

“No... I...” Siraj stammered, trying to forget all the moaning noises coming out from her just a few minutes ago.  “I was just in the area. Thought I’d stop by.”

“You should join us for a session next time,” Sohail offered, patting Siraj’s shoulder with a friendly thump that felt more like a challenge.

Gauri shot him a harsh glance that could melt ice, and Sohail's expression changed. “What? It’d be fun! More the better.”

“Yeah, sure,” Siraj replied.

“Man, your Professor is very very flexible now. All these new stretches I taught her she became very comfortable super quickly!” Sohail exclaimed.

Gauri’s fair cheeks became flaming red, a mix of embarrassment and anger.

Sohail put on his shoes and adjusted his pants and left.

Gauri sighed and leaned against the doorframe, rolling her eyes. “Sohail! Do you even think before you talk?”

Sohail tried to suppress a smile. “I mean, it’s kind of hard not to. You improved so much!”

“It’s not what it looks like,” Gauri insisted. “He really is just my trainer. We were doing this intense new workout, and we got a little carried away.”

“oh.. okay!,” Siraj said, raising an eyebrow.

“Shut up!” Gauri swatted at Sohail playfully. “Siraj! Come on in before the neighbors start gossiping.”

Siraj hesitated but then stepped inside, the air still electric from whatever had just gone down.

Gauri flopped onto the couch, pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. As she put her hands behind to tie her hair, her firm mountain like boobs moved up.  
“Honestly, Sohail’s just—he is an idiot!”

Wow..
Next update please..