26-03-2025, 01:59 AM
Siraj stepped slowly inside the room, feeling a bit awkward. Gauri, clearly tired, sank down onto the sofa and sighed softly. She finished typing her messy hair into a loose ponytail, unintentionally making her curves even more noticeable. Her breasts were moving up and down.
Siraj’s eyes drifted down to her chest, noticing how her sweaty T-shirt was sticking to her body, showing her shape clearly.
Gauri noticed him looking and smiled playfully, unaware of how revealing her clothes had become. “Siraj,” she teased, “are you daydreaming?”
He quickly looked up at her, his face turning red. “Oh, sorry—I wasn’t—I mean...”
Before he could finish, Gauri saw herself in the mirror across the room. Her eyes widened as she realized why Siraj had been staring. Her T-shirt was completely wet and stuck to her skin, clearly showing the outline of her breasts and her rock hard nipples. Gauri gasped, her cheeks turning bright red.
“Oh my God!” she said, quickly grabbing a towel from the chair nearby and wrapping it around herself.
Siraj laughed nervously, trying to ease the tension. “It’s okay, really—I didn’t see anything—”
“You didn’t?” she interrupted, her eyes sparkling with embarrassment. She lowered her voice, “Then why were you staring so much?”
His heart started racing. He looked into her eyes, feeling himself wanting to cross a line he knew he shouldn't.
“I was just surprised,” he admitted softly.
“Surprised?” she asked quietly, leaning slightly forward, holding the towel tightly against her body.
Siraj swallowed, clearly attracted but unsure how to respond. They stared at each other quietly, the tension building between them. Slowly, he moved closer, heart beating fast. He stopped just a few inches away, close enough to feel her warmth but careful not to touch her.
Gauri breathed faster, briefly looking at his lips before looking back into his eyes. “Be careful, Siraj,” she whispered softly, still teasing but cautious. “You’re getting too close.”
"I was surprised.. I did not expect.. ", he stammered.
"What exactly did you expect?", she questioned him.
"I always saw you in a saree till now. First time I am seeing you like this. You look different."
Gauri did not know how to respond. She partially exposed herself to her student.
Gauri adjusted the towel securely around herself more, her embarrassment still evident as she broke the charged silence.
“Anyway,” she said softly, regaining her composure, “what did you actually come here for, Siraj?”
Siraj cleared his throat, attempting to shift back to seriousness. “Actually, I wanted to ask if you’d write me a recommendation letter.”
“Oh!” She continued. “a recommendation letter? Let me pick up the laptop.”
As Gauri bent down to pick up the laptop from the floor, Siraj couldn't help but notice the enticing curves of her backside. Her shorts hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating the soft yet firm shape of her huge rounded ass. Each movement revealed its inviting fullness, drawing attention to the gentle sway of her hips. The smooth contours became even more pronounced as the fabric tightened against her curves, tempting Siraj's gaze to linger longer than appropriate. The subtle outline left little to imagination, igniting a surge of heat that coursed through his veins. He could clearly see her camel toe outline.
She sat down with the towel still clutched tightly around her, and moved to her laptop. Sitting at the table, she quickly opened a blank document. Her fingers moved deftly across the keyboard, rapidly typing the formal language while occasionally glancing at him over the screen, her eyes mischievous.
Finally, she turned the screen toward him. “How does this look?”
He leaned in, eyes skimming the text. It was glowing, professional, and generous in praise—far better than he'd expected. He smiled appreciatively, warmth filling his chest.
“This is perfect,” he said quietly. “Thank you.”
Gauri smiled warmly, her eyes holding his gaze just a moment longer than necessary. “You sure you don’t want me to add anything else?”
“No,” he murmured softly, tension flickering briefly between them again. “I'm fine.”
With a subtle nod, she signed the document digitally, attaching her formal signature at the bottom. She quickly typed a brief email and clicked send, the soft chime confirming it had reached his inbox.
“There,” she announced, closing her laptop and leaning back comfortably, holding his eyes.
Siraj smiled softly, eyes full of unspoken meaning.
Gauri tilted her head, the teasing glint returning to her eyes.
"Professor! You are really beautiful!"
Gauri paused, laptop still in hand, and slowly stood up straight. She turned toward Siraj, her cheeks flushing softly, eyes twinkling with gentle amusement.
"Thank you, Siraj," she replied softly, her voice warm and inviting. She held his gaze for a lingering moment, her expression softening with genuine pleasure. "That's sweet of you."
The next morning, Professor Gauri visited the university to meet Ajay, the Head of the Department. Ajay was 54, overweight, balding and is famous for being very strict about rules.
She entered his office wearing a stylish black blouse with a deep neckline, paired with a fitted cream-colored saree that hugged her body perfectly. Her delicate gold necklace had two large pendants that gently rested in her cleavage, partly hidden. She walked gracefully, her heels clicking softly on the floor.
“Good morning, sir,” Gauri greeted him politely, smiling warmly.
Ajay looked up from his desk and smiled broadly, quickly glancing over her figure. “Ah, Gauri! Good morning indeed. You look stunning, as always.”
She smiled politely. “Thank you, sir. I came to request something.”
Ajay leaned back comfortably in his chair. “I’m all ears. How can I help my favorite professor today?”
“I was hoping you’d approve two extra weeks of leave. I'm planning a trip to Europe and need a longer break,” she explained.
Ajay raised his eyebrows playfully. “Europe! How exciting. And who will look after your beautiful garden while you're gone?”
Gauri smiled, “Oh, my garden, sir. It’ll be just fine!"
“But what about your mangoes?” Ajay asked, his voice playful. “I've heard they're sweet and juicy. I can take care of them for you”
Gauri raised an eyebrow, smiling teasingly. “My mangoes are very delicate, sir. Are you sure you know how to handle them properly?”
Ajay chuckled softly, eyes glinting mischievously. “Believe me, Professor, I have plenty of experience handling delicate fruit. In fact, I’d be gentle—firm enough to hold them but soft enough to enjoy their sweet juices.”
"I prefer to suck the juices out from the tips."
Gauri did not respond.
"Are your tips very sensitive?", Ajay asked
Gauri was shocked. "What are you saying sir?"
"I meant the mango tips. Some mangoes when they are ripe you can drink them from the tip."
"Oh!", Gauri replied. "Mine are pretty hard."
"There are some techniques you can use to make them tender. You need to massage them very nicely and pull at the tips gently. I will show it you when you are back from your vacation."
Ajay smiled playfully, leaning forward slightly. “hmmm. And speaking of fruit—do you like bananas, Gauri?”
“Oh yes,” she replied smoothly. “But I prefer my bananas raw, long, and young. Old bananas, soft and wrinkled, are useless—I throw them straight in the garbage.”
Ajay laughed nervously, momentarily embarrassed. “Gauri. You certainly know how to keep a man on his toes.”
“Just being honest, sir,” she smiled sweetly.
Ajay stood up and slowly walked toward her, standing very close. His eyes drifted down to her necklace, the pendants partly hidden in her cleavage.
“That’s a beautiful necklace,” he said softly, reaching out carefully. His fingers brushed gently against her skin as he slowly pulled the pendants out from between her breasts.
“You have a wonderful pair. These are huge and amazing—quite a sight.”
She felt warmth spread across her cheeks but held his gaze confidently. “Thank you, sir. They’re special to me. I keep them close to my heart.”
Ajay smiled and let the pendants slowly drop back against her chest, stepping back slightly. “I'm sure they feel wonderful exactly where they are.”
Gauri adjusted her necklace calmly, smiling playfully. “Indeed they do, sir.”
Ajay returned to his seat, watching her closely. “You know, Europe is a romantic place, Gauri. I bet you’ll find someone special there to help you relieve all your stress.”
Gauri tilted her head teasingly. “Who says I’m stressed, sir?”
Ajay chuckled softly. “Everyone has stress, Professor. A beautiful woman like you deserves someone who can help you truly unwind.”
She leaned forward slightly, matching his teasing tone. “And what exactly do you mean by unwind, sir?”
Ajay grinned broadly. “Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Perhaps a lucky young man in Europe—or maybe someone closer to home.”
Gauri smiled calmly. “Relaxation is important.”
Ajay leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly. “When you return, don't forget to bring me a pair of your famous mangoes? By then, they should be fully ripe—juicy and sweet.”
Gauri was silent.
“Hmm. They might be too big for me to handle .”
Gauri smiled without saying anything.
Ajay lowered his voice further. “No worries—I plan to gently suck out all their sweet juices.”
She smiled, maintaining her composure. “Just be careful not to make a mess, sir.”
He chuckled softly, enjoying the exchange. “I promise to savor every drop, Professor.”
Gauri stood up gracefully, smoothing her saree.
Ajay smiled warmly. “Enjoy your trip, Gauri. I’ll be waiting.”
She gave him one last chilling look and a forced smile. “Thank you, sir. I look forward to it.”
She turned and walked confidently out of his office, feeling his gaze linger until she disappeared from view.
Siraj’s eyes drifted down to her chest, noticing how her sweaty T-shirt was sticking to her body, showing her shape clearly.
Gauri noticed him looking and smiled playfully, unaware of how revealing her clothes had become. “Siraj,” she teased, “are you daydreaming?”
He quickly looked up at her, his face turning red. “Oh, sorry—I wasn’t—I mean...”
Before he could finish, Gauri saw herself in the mirror across the room. Her eyes widened as she realized why Siraj had been staring. Her T-shirt was completely wet and stuck to her skin, clearly showing the outline of her breasts and her rock hard nipples. Gauri gasped, her cheeks turning bright red.
“Oh my God!” she said, quickly grabbing a towel from the chair nearby and wrapping it around herself.
Siraj laughed nervously, trying to ease the tension. “It’s okay, really—I didn’t see anything—”
“You didn’t?” she interrupted, her eyes sparkling with embarrassment. She lowered her voice, “Then why were you staring so much?”
His heart started racing. He looked into her eyes, feeling himself wanting to cross a line he knew he shouldn't.
“I was just surprised,” he admitted softly.
“Surprised?” she asked quietly, leaning slightly forward, holding the towel tightly against her body.
Siraj swallowed, clearly attracted but unsure how to respond. They stared at each other quietly, the tension building between them. Slowly, he moved closer, heart beating fast. He stopped just a few inches away, close enough to feel her warmth but careful not to touch her.
Gauri breathed faster, briefly looking at his lips before looking back into his eyes. “Be careful, Siraj,” she whispered softly, still teasing but cautious. “You’re getting too close.”
"I was surprised.. I did not expect.. ", he stammered.
"What exactly did you expect?", she questioned him.
"I always saw you in a saree till now. First time I am seeing you like this. You look different."
Gauri did not know how to respond. She partially exposed herself to her student.
Gauri adjusted the towel securely around herself more, her embarrassment still evident as she broke the charged silence.
“Anyway,” she said softly, regaining her composure, “what did you actually come here for, Siraj?”
Siraj cleared his throat, attempting to shift back to seriousness. “Actually, I wanted to ask if you’d write me a recommendation letter.”
“Oh!” She continued. “a recommendation letter? Let me pick up the laptop.”
As Gauri bent down to pick up the laptop from the floor, Siraj couldn't help but notice the enticing curves of her backside. Her shorts hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating the soft yet firm shape of her huge rounded ass. Each movement revealed its inviting fullness, drawing attention to the gentle sway of her hips. The smooth contours became even more pronounced as the fabric tightened against her curves, tempting Siraj's gaze to linger longer than appropriate. The subtle outline left little to imagination, igniting a surge of heat that coursed through his veins. He could clearly see her camel toe outline.
She sat down with the towel still clutched tightly around her, and moved to her laptop. Sitting at the table, she quickly opened a blank document. Her fingers moved deftly across the keyboard, rapidly typing the formal language while occasionally glancing at him over the screen, her eyes mischievous.
Finally, she turned the screen toward him. “How does this look?”
He leaned in, eyes skimming the text. It was glowing, professional, and generous in praise—far better than he'd expected. He smiled appreciatively, warmth filling his chest.
“This is perfect,” he said quietly. “Thank you.”
Gauri smiled warmly, her eyes holding his gaze just a moment longer than necessary. “You sure you don’t want me to add anything else?”
“No,” he murmured softly, tension flickering briefly between them again. “I'm fine.”
With a subtle nod, she signed the document digitally, attaching her formal signature at the bottom. She quickly typed a brief email and clicked send, the soft chime confirming it had reached his inbox.
“There,” she announced, closing her laptop and leaning back comfortably, holding his eyes.
Siraj smiled softly, eyes full of unspoken meaning.
Gauri tilted her head, the teasing glint returning to her eyes.
"Professor! You are really beautiful!"
Gauri paused, laptop still in hand, and slowly stood up straight. She turned toward Siraj, her cheeks flushing softly, eyes twinkling with gentle amusement.
"Thank you, Siraj," she replied softly, her voice warm and inviting. She held his gaze for a lingering moment, her expression softening with genuine pleasure. "That's sweet of you."
The next morning, Professor Gauri visited the university to meet Ajay, the Head of the Department. Ajay was 54, overweight, balding and is famous for being very strict about rules.
She entered his office wearing a stylish black blouse with a deep neckline, paired with a fitted cream-colored saree that hugged her body perfectly. Her delicate gold necklace had two large pendants that gently rested in her cleavage, partly hidden. She walked gracefully, her heels clicking softly on the floor.
“Good morning, sir,” Gauri greeted him politely, smiling warmly.
Ajay looked up from his desk and smiled broadly, quickly glancing over her figure. “Ah, Gauri! Good morning indeed. You look stunning, as always.”
She smiled politely. “Thank you, sir. I came to request something.”
Ajay leaned back comfortably in his chair. “I’m all ears. How can I help my favorite professor today?”
“I was hoping you’d approve two extra weeks of leave. I'm planning a trip to Europe and need a longer break,” she explained.
Ajay raised his eyebrows playfully. “Europe! How exciting. And who will look after your beautiful garden while you're gone?”
Gauri smiled, “Oh, my garden, sir. It’ll be just fine!"
“But what about your mangoes?” Ajay asked, his voice playful. “I've heard they're sweet and juicy. I can take care of them for you”
Gauri raised an eyebrow, smiling teasingly. “My mangoes are very delicate, sir. Are you sure you know how to handle them properly?”
Ajay chuckled softly, eyes glinting mischievously. “Believe me, Professor, I have plenty of experience handling delicate fruit. In fact, I’d be gentle—firm enough to hold them but soft enough to enjoy their sweet juices.”
"I prefer to suck the juices out from the tips."
Gauri did not respond.
"Are your tips very sensitive?", Ajay asked
Gauri was shocked. "What are you saying sir?"
"I meant the mango tips. Some mangoes when they are ripe you can drink them from the tip."
"Oh!", Gauri replied. "Mine are pretty hard."
"There are some techniques you can use to make them tender. You need to massage them very nicely and pull at the tips gently. I will show it you when you are back from your vacation."
Ajay smiled playfully, leaning forward slightly. “hmmm. And speaking of fruit—do you like bananas, Gauri?”
“Oh yes,” she replied smoothly. “But I prefer my bananas raw, long, and young. Old bananas, soft and wrinkled, are useless—I throw them straight in the garbage.”
Ajay laughed nervously, momentarily embarrassed. “Gauri. You certainly know how to keep a man on his toes.”
“Just being honest, sir,” she smiled sweetly.
Ajay stood up and slowly walked toward her, standing very close. His eyes drifted down to her necklace, the pendants partly hidden in her cleavage.
“That’s a beautiful necklace,” he said softly, reaching out carefully. His fingers brushed gently against her skin as he slowly pulled the pendants out from between her breasts.
“You have a wonderful pair. These are huge and amazing—quite a sight.”
She felt warmth spread across her cheeks but held his gaze confidently. “Thank you, sir. They’re special to me. I keep them close to my heart.”
Ajay smiled and let the pendants slowly drop back against her chest, stepping back slightly. “I'm sure they feel wonderful exactly where they are.”
Gauri adjusted her necklace calmly, smiling playfully. “Indeed they do, sir.”
Ajay returned to his seat, watching her closely. “You know, Europe is a romantic place, Gauri. I bet you’ll find someone special there to help you relieve all your stress.”
Gauri tilted her head teasingly. “Who says I’m stressed, sir?”
Ajay chuckled softly. “Everyone has stress, Professor. A beautiful woman like you deserves someone who can help you truly unwind.”
She leaned forward slightly, matching his teasing tone. “And what exactly do you mean by unwind, sir?”
Ajay grinned broadly. “Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Perhaps a lucky young man in Europe—or maybe someone closer to home.”
Gauri smiled calmly. “Relaxation is important.”
Ajay leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly. “When you return, don't forget to bring me a pair of your famous mangoes? By then, they should be fully ripe—juicy and sweet.”
Gauri was silent.
“Hmm. They might be too big for me to handle .”
Gauri smiled without saying anything.
Ajay lowered his voice further. “No worries—I plan to gently suck out all their sweet juices.”
She smiled, maintaining her composure. “Just be careful not to make a mess, sir.”
He chuckled softly, enjoying the exchange. “I promise to savor every drop, Professor.”
Gauri stood up gracefully, smoothing her saree.
Ajay smiled warmly. “Enjoy your trip, Gauri. I’ll be waiting.”
She gave him one last chilling look and a forced smile. “Thank you, sir. I look forward to it.”
She turned and walked confidently out of his office, feeling his gaze linger until she disappeared from view.
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