PROFESSOR GAURI

[sominoru]

Professor Gauri sat at the table, crossing her legs. The room was decorated with balloons and streamers. A "Congratulations!" banner hung on the wall. She wore a red saree that hugged her body tightly.

Siraj poured drinks, his eyes darting at Gauri every few seconds. "You look happy, Professor," he said, grinning.

Deepak set down a tray of snacks. "And you look great," he added, his voice low.

Gauri laughed lightly. "I should be saying that to you two. Top of the class! You really made me proud."

Siraj handed her a glass. "We couldn't have done it without you," he said earnestly.

"Yeah," Deepak agreed, sitting close to Gauri. "You made us work hard."

Gauri took a sip of her drink and leaned back in her chair. "Well, I'm glad to see it paid off. But enough about college—tonight is about fun."

Siraj raised his glass. "To the hardest professor and the best party ever!"

They all clinked glasses, laughter mingling with the fizz of soda. Outside, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the room in warm hues.

"So," Siraj began, settling on the couch across from Gauri and Deepak, "what's next for you, Professor? Another group of eager students to torture?"

Gauri smirked, tilting her head thoughtfully. "I might take a break. Maybe travel a bit before diving back in."

Deepak leaned closer, his interest piqued. "Travel where?"

"Europe, perhaps. I've always wanted to wander around old libraries and soak up some history."

Siraj chuckled. "We should come along as your tour guides."

Deepak nodded enthusiastically. "Seriously! We’d make it fun."

Gauri shook her head, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "You two never stop, do you?"

Siraj shrugged 

playfully. "Guess we’re just overachievers."

Deepak picked up his drink and clinked it against Siraj's. "Or maybe we're finally rubbing off on you, Professor."

Gauri sighed in mock exasperation. "Oh no, what have I done?"

Music played softly in the background as the night unfolded. They played games and recounted stories from class, each memory sparking new fits of laughter.

Eventually, Deepak grabbed a deck of cards. "Alright, let's see if you can beat us at something other than exams."

Gauri leaned forward, her competitive spirit ignited. "You're on."

Hours passed with teasing banter and playful accusations of cheating. As evening approached, Gauri glanced at the clock, surprised at how quickly time had flown.

"I should get going soon," she said reluctantly, standing up.

Siraj looked at her with a tinge of disappointment. "Already? We were just getting started."

Deepak stood too, an easy grin on his face. "How about one last game before you go?"

Gauri hesitated, then relented with a smile. "Alright, one more."

They settled back down, the cards sliding swiftly between them. Siraj and Deepak exchanged conspiratorial glances, mischief brewing.

"Think you can win this time?" Siraj teased.

Gauri raised an eyebrow. "Watch me."

The game intensified, cards slapped onto the table with increased urgency, but laughter always trailing behind. Gauri’s mind whirred with strategies, trying to outmaneuver her students.

Finally, she threw down her last card triumphantly. "I believe that’s a victory for the professor."

Deepak and Siraj groaned in unison, throwing their hands up in defeat.

"Fine," Deepak conceded. "You win this round."

Siraj shook his head in mock dismay. "We’ll never live this down."

Gauri chuckled and stood once more 

while they playfully protested.

Siraj walked her to the door, his expression softer. "Thanks for coming, Professor. It was fun."

Deepak joined them, a bit of teasing still in his voice. "Yeah, even if you did college us at cards."

She smiled warmly at them both. "You two are very naughty. Don't have too much fun without me."

They watched as she disappeared into the night, the cool air a welcome contrast to the warmth of the evening.

Deepak closed the door with a sigh. "Think she'll really take us along to Europe?"

Siraj flopped back onto the couch, grinning. "If we keep at it? Definitely."

[sominoru]

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!”

[Rangushki]

Superb

[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!”

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[sominoru]

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.

---

[Uvaaaa]

Good story continue the story.

[sominoru]

The afternoon sun shone brightly into the nearly empty lecture hall. Gauri sat behind the desk, her thick reading glasses resting slightly lower on her nose as she seriously marked exam papers. Her long, dark hair was neatly tied up, a few strands gracefully framing her face, highlighting her calm yet authoritative presence.
Siraj stood nervously by the door, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, holding a book in his slightly trembling hands. Gathering his courage, he softly knocked on the open door.
"Professor Gauri? Can I speak with you for a moment?"
Looking up, Gauri removed her glasses and smiled kindly, "Of course, Siraj. Come in. What can I help you with?"
Siraj walked closer, his heart racing as he approached her desk. He placed the book down gently, taking a breath to steady his nerves.
"I just wanted to thank you for the recommendation letter. It really resonated with me," Siraj said, voice quivering slightly. "Your explanations in class are always so good."
"Thank you, Siraj," Gauri said warmly, sensing a deeper meaning in his tone. "I'm glad you found value in it. It's always rewarding when students truly connect with the material."
Siraj hesitated, eyes briefly meeting hers before looking away, "It's not just the material. It's also the way you explain things—the passion and intelligence you have... I've never met someone like you before."
Gauri paused, realizing immediately what he was implying. She leaned back slightly in her chair, considering her words carefully.
"That's very kind of you to say, Siraj," she responded gently but firmly. "It's important to be passionate about what you teach. It inspires students, and I'm genuinely glad you've benefited from my classes."
Encouraged yet anxious, Siraj pressed further, "Professor, when I visited your home that day, seeing you in casual clothes, especially the t-shirt, I just... you looked very beautiful. I didn't have that image of you before, especially since you usually wear a saree in class."
Gauri was shocked. She tried so hard to forget that incident and now he is praising her. Her fair cheeks became pink with embarrassment. 
Gauri took a deep breath, maintaining eye contact to convey sincerity and clarity. "Siraj, I appreciate your honesty and bravery in sharing your feelings. But it's important you understand that any personal relationship between us beyond student and teacher isn't appropriate."
Siraj looked crestfallen but persisted gently, "I know there's an age gap, but that doesn't bother me—"
Gauri interrupted him gently, "It's not just the age difference, though that's significant enough. You're my student, and I'm your professor. That creates a power dynamic that isn't healthy or fair. It would compromise the integrity of our professional relationship and negatively impact both of us."

Siraj's shoulders slumped slightly, disappointment evident in his expression. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"You haven't," Gauri reassured him warmly, her tone compassionate. "Expressing your feelings took courage, and I respect you for being honest. But it's important we keep boundaries clear to protect both of us. You'll find someone amazing who's at the right stage of life, I'm certain of it."

He nodded slowly, understanding sinking in, though his face was flushed with embarrassment. "I appreciate your honesty too, Professor. Thank you for not being upset."
"Never," she replied gently. "I'm here to guide and support your education and growth. Remember that my door is always open for academic advice or mentorship. Alright?"
"Thank you, Professor Gauri," Siraj said softly.
"You're welcome, Siraj. See you later," Gauri said, offering a reassuring smile.
As he left, Gauri watched thoughtfully, hoping her words had been clear yet kind enough to help him move forward positively.

Later that evening, Gauri arrived home, feeling tired from the day. She changed into comfortable pajamas and settled onto her bed, sighing deeply as she reached for her phone. It buzzed almost immediately, showing a message from Siraj.
"Professor, I'm sorry again about today. But I meant every word. You truly are remarkable."
She sighed again, typing gently, "Thank you, Siraj. But let's keep things professional. I appreciate your understanding."
Another message quickly followed, "I know, but I can't help it. Could I please just drop by for a few minutes? I really need to see you again."
Gauri's brow furrowed slightly, but she remained patient. "Siraj, it's not appropriate for us to meet privately outside of academic contexts. I hope you understand."
His next message was filled with emotion, "Please, Professor Gauri. I feel like you're the only one who understands me."
Realizing gentle hints weren't working, Gauri decided she had to be firm and clear. "Siraj, you must respect the boundaries I've set. This isn't up for discussion. We cannot meet privately, and this conversation needs to stop now. I hope you can respect that."
After a long pause, a final message came through, quieter in tone, "I understand. I'm sorry for pushing."
Gauri placed her phone aside, relieved but also troubled, hoping Siraj could move past his infatuation without further hurt.

Her phone again buzzed. 
"Maa'm, are you in a saree?"

"Just changed into my comfy pyjamas. Finally relaxing! Why are you asking?", Gauri responded.

He smiled, heart racing slightly, and typed: "Oh? I am sure you look good in pyjamas too! Even though they are dangerous"

Gauri replied swiftly: "Dangerous, hmm? Didn't realize pyjamas could pose any risk."

Siraj's fingers hovered briefly before responding, carefully balancing boldness and subtlety: "It's less about the pyjamas and more about what's underneath."

There was a pause. Siraj waited, his breath shallow until Gauri responded: "Careful, Siraj don't cross your limits."
Siraj: "I'm willing to risk it, especially if it is you!"
Gauri did not respond.

"Maam, whoever you marry is a very lucky guy! He will enjoy a lot"
Gauri’s reply: "There are so many women like me and you will find a great partner and you will also enjoy a lot!"

He exhaled deeply, smiling softly at the screen: "I want you Professor! I am going crazy!"
Then, as if pulled by something deeper, he added: "You looked so beautiful in that simple t-shirt the other day. It's crazy—I can’t get you out of my mind. You’ve taken up permanent residence in my thoughts, Gauri."
She replied: "ohh.. Siraj! What happened to you! You were never like this!"
His fingers lingered on the keyboard for a moment before he typed: "Can I ask for something? Just one thing."
Gauri responded with a curious emoji: "?"

"Ma'am Can I hug you? Just once. Please. After that I will never contact you again."
The typing dots blinked for a moment. Then her reply came: "Go to sleep! Siraj!"

Twenty minutes passed. Gauri had been replaying their conversation in her head, her cheeks still warm, her fingers tracing her naval absentmindedly.
Then—a sudden knock at the door.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Another knock.
She stood, unsure, adrenaline mingling with anticipation. Her feet padded softly toward the door.
She opened it slowly.
Siraj stood there, breathless, eyes intense.
Neither of them spoke.
He smiled faintly, almost shyly. "I had to know if one hug would really be enough."

Gauri:
Siraj...?
Siraj:
Hey. I know I probably should've asked, but... I couldn't stop thinking about you.
Gauri:
You really came all the way here... for a hug?
Siraj: (soft chuckle)
I wasn’t sure if the phone could handle how much I wanted to be near you. And yeah… maybe I hoped you’d say yes in person too.
Gauri:
You’re bold, you know that? Showing up like this... in the middle of the night.
Siraj:
I’d call it hopeful. Or hopelessly into you. Take your pick.
Gauri:
Siraj! This is not acceptable. You are lucky that I am very understanding and patient.
Siraj:
That’s not luck. That’s the universe giving me a second chance to make this hug unforgettable.

[Saikarthik]

Just now i read all the updates really liked the plot your narration and teasing with the hod is soo good

[Hotstarr]

wonderful starting.......

dear my humble request

please give more information about Gauri.....

age, measurement, how she looks, family, circumstances.......etc.

it will helps us to imagine her....

[StoryReader1]

Please continue

[sominoru]

He stood there, breathing lightly, eyes wide and guilty like a boy caught where he shouldn’t be. “Hey,” he murmured. “I just… I couldn’t sleep.”
“Are you insane? What if the neighbors saw you?” she hissed. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”
But Siraj wasn’t listening. Not really.

His gaze slid helplessly down the line of her throat, lingering on the bare skin above the neckline of her top. Her cleavage rose and fell with every breath, soft and teasing in the warm light. His eyes drifted lower, following the dip of her waist to her big round ass, half-hidden by her cotton pyjamas.
“Siraj,” she snapped, arms folding beneath her chest, pushing her breasts higher.

He looked up, flushed. “Sorry, I just— You look…” He bit the inside of his cheek. “You look really… beautiful tonight.”
She rolled her eyes, shocked but not entirely surprised. “You came here just to tell me that?”
“No,” he said, stepping a little closer. “I just wanted a hug. Then I’ll leave. Promise.”
She sighed, “You’re impossible.”

He stepped into her slowly, resting his head against her chest, breathing in the faint scent of her — something like strawberry and heat and sleep. His hand slid down her back… and paused on the curve of her ass.

Gauri’s breath caught.
Her body stiffened for half a second — then softened. Her heart began to beat faster, like it had skipped ahead of her mind.
“Don't do this,” she murmured. 

Siraj smiled against her skin. “Can’t help it,” he said softly. “You feel too good.”



His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel the pressure of his chest against her breasts now — warm, full contact. Her nipples hardened, brushing lightly against the thin fabric of her top. She swallowed hard.

“Siraj…” she said, more breath than warning.
He didn’t speak. He just held her, like he never wanted to let go.
She tilted his head back gently.

“Listen to me,” she said, her voice a little hoarse. “I’m tired. You should go home now.”
He looked up at her, eyes heavy, dazed — drunk on the feel of her body, the scent of her skin, the way her curves felt. 

Wordlessly, he stepped back, reluctant. His fingers slid from her waist as if unwilling to lose her warmth.
And then he left — into the night, heart pounding, senses reeling, intoxicated by the hug he’d begged for… and the woman he couldn’t get out of his head.

---

7:32 AM.
Gauri blinked awake, groggy and warm under her blanket. Her hair was a mess, her body still slack with sleep. She reached lazily for her phone, squinting at the soft buzz of a message.
Siraj: Good morning, Professor!
She was already feeling a familiar flutter in her stomach.
Siraj: I couldn’t sleep after last night. You completely messed me up.
Her lips parted slightly as she kept reading, her thumb hesitating over the screen.
Siraj: The way you felt in my arms… the way your body pressed into me... soft and warm and perfect. Your scent is still stuck in my head. I don't know how I’m supposed to think straight today.

Gauri bit her lip, her body suddenly more awake than before — a pulse low in her belly responding to his words.
She stared at her screen, thumb hovering over the reply button as her pulse fluttered in her throat.
She typed. Paused. Deleted. Then finally:
Gauri: You’re shameless, Siraj.
Three dots.
Gauri: Seriously… messaging me things like that first thing in the morning? Have you lost your mind?

Siraj: Ma'am your top was so sexy, by the way. And those pyjamas? You walked away and I swear I almost lost it. That little movement of your hips? You really don’t know what you do to people around you?

She could feel heat rising along her chest and neck.

Gauri: Siraj! Do you know what you are saying? I am your Professor! Have some respect!
Siraj: Sorry Maam! I am not able to control myself. You are driving me crazy!

Gauri did not know what to say! She was silent!

Gauri: I need to get ready! I have some to finish grading the assignments!  
Siraj: Maam, do you need help?
Gauri: What help? I can manage on my own thanks! Listen, you should focus on your own life. 
Siraj: No, I meant the getting ready part. I can help you get ready. Get rid of the stress. I can make you very relaxed.  
Another message appeared.
Siraj: Need help with your back? Or front? I’m generous like that… full-service. ?
She covered her mouth, half-laughing, half-blushing. The man had zero shame. And yet, her thighs squeezed instinctively, reacting to the images blooming in her mind.

Siraj: Also, a question. Out of pure academic curiosity, of course...
She arched a brow.
Siraj: Do you keep things neat and trim down there… or are we talking a little wild garden situation? You know, very natural. ?
Siraj: I ask only because... it’s the kind of detail I like to daydream about when I am obsessing over the way you feel against me.
Gauri's heart thudded in her chest.
Her skin tingled, her breath unsteady as her mind swirled with wicked thoughts she couldn’t push away. She stared at the screen, her lips parted, body warm, pulsing.
He was playing with fire.

Gauri: Siraj! This is completely inappropriate! You are crossing your limits! How dare you talk to me like this! Have you no shame at all!
She hit send, but even as she did, her legs shifted under the blanket, thighs rubbing together. Her nipples brushed against the fabric of her loose sleep top, still a little sensitive from how tightly he'd held her last night.
Siraj’s reply came almost instantly.
Siraj: If I crossed my limits, it’s your fault. You were the last thing I touched before I slept. The last thing I [i]felt. How do you expect me to act normal after that?[/i]
She groaned, the words going straight to her core.
Gauri: Well, control yourself. I am your Professor. You can't do sexting like this!
Siraj: You’re right. Sorry!
Gauri: okay! I am done talking! Goodbye!
Siraj: Maam, I have to tell you one last thing! I hope you don't mind. Don't take this the wrong way. 
Gauri: You are in the wrong way. You already told me so many inappropriate things. What more do you want to say?
Siraj: I swear when I had my hand resting on your ass cheeks last night, I experienced pure heaven. I had to bite my tongue not to tell you all the things I wanted to do.
Gauri pressed her phone to her chest, eyes wide, breath shallow.
Her fingers trembled as she typed.
Gauri: Enough. This is inappropriate.
Gauri: I have work to do. 
A beat passed. Then another ping.
Siraj: Also, you didn’t answer the important question. Shaved or wild? Or should I find out myself someday?
She gasped out with shock. She can't believe he is saying this. 
Gauri: I will have you Blocked. Reported. Arrested.
Siraj: Tell me please!
She bit her lip. She hadn’t answered on purpose. 
Gauri still hadn’t replied.
Her fingers hovered, her breath uneven, phone resting on her bare stomach as she stared at the screen.
Then — her screen lit up again.
Siraj:
You’re quiet. That means one of two things.
Either you’re blushing and pretending to be mad…
Or you’re touching yourself and trying not to moan my name.
She covered her mouth, a tiny gasp escaping. The nerve.
Before she could answer, another message landed:
Siraj:Gauri, I really want to taste your juices! I want to see your facial expression while I feel your wetness. 
Gauri’s chest rose and fell faster, breath shallow.

She stared at the screen, lips parted, thighs pressed tight, her body responding more than she could control. She could feel the phantom heat of his hands. The deliberate care in his imaginary touch.

Her fingers finally moved.
Gauri:
You need help.
Psychological help.

Siraj:
Only you can help me Maam. But first… I want to be the one who shaves you.
Slowly. Carefully.
Warm towel. My hands steady. My lips brushing your skin as I go.
I'd do it so gently… make you feel safe, relaxed. Turned on.
Every stroke designed to make you melt.

She stared at that last message, her heart thundering, her body soaked in heat, knowing one thing for sure inviting him inside that day when she was soaking wet in a tshirt was a mistake. Her t-shirt clearly showed off her breasts leaving hardly anything for imagination. Before that Siraj was very formal and casual. But after that day he became more obsessed and now he is sending all kinds of extremely personal intimate and inappropriate messages. 

 
She switched off the phone and got into her bathtub. She has to talk very strictly and warn him not to cross limits. Maybe complain to the HOD and make him understand the seriousness of the situation. Last night he came for a hug. Who knows what he will do again the next time. Better to cut it off before things escalate. 

As the warm water hit her skin, Gauri tilted her head back, letting the heat soak into her body. She was feeling very aroused after reading the text messages.

Siraj's words were still echoing in her mind, every bold message replaying like a whisper against her skin. The way he’d described her, craved her. The things he wanted to do. The way he said she was making him lose his mind. 

Her nipples were already tight, hardened and standing erect, they became more sensitive from the mere brush of water. She dragged her fingers slowly across one, then the other — a light pinch, a teasing pull. 

A soft gasp slipped from her lips.

Her breath slowed down as she lifted one leg up on the edge of the tub, the cool air kissing her thigh in contrast to the heat of the water. Her fingers slid lower, slow and unsure at first — but the moment they brushed that aching spot, her whole body responded.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
He’d said he wanted to taste her.

And in that moment, with her hand moving in slow, deliberate circles delicately rubbing her pussy, Gauri wanted relief. 
Her breathing quickened as she sank deeper into the sensation — not just the pressure of her fingers, but the weight of his voice in her head. The memory of his arms around her. His hand on her body like he already knew it. The way he felt her tight big round firm ass and the way he squeezed them like it was his property. 

She could not shake the image of him placing his hand between her thighs during the class hours and it made her feel more and more aroused. 

 

She moaned softly with water running down her chest. 
Her body trembled, tension rising like a wave building and building—
And when she finally came, she was spent and relieved. 

She finally got ready. "I need to talk some sense into him. This is completely unacceptable. This is wrong!" she thought to herself as she got onto to her two wheeler and started driving.

[Saikarthik]

Superb update

[sominoru]

The engine of Gauri's two-wheeler comes to a stop just outside the glass-and-steel entrance of the college building. She pulls off her helmet, her thick, dark hair spilling out in waves, sticking slightly to her neck from the heat of the ride. The morning is bright, but her eyes are sharper—calm, confident, always scanning. She tucks the helmet under one arm and strides toward the stairs, heels clicking against the marble with quiet authority.

She wore a fitted rose blouse that barely covered her enormous breasts, her pallu tucked into high-waisted pink saree that hugged her curvy hips. The top buttons of her blouse were low, revealing a lot of cleavage. Her skin glowed in the morning sun. 

Inside her office, the air-conditioning hums. She settles behind her desk, removing her riding gloves slowly, deliberately, as though peeling away a layer of something more than leather.

It was a 1 hour drive in the traffic and it made her shoulders stiff. She stretched her arms to feel better when she heard her phone vibrate.
 
A soft ping. Her phone lights up.
Siraj: "Hey... morning.."
She types a reply.
**Gauri: "Come see me. Need to talk. Personal."

---

Siraj walks in five minutes later, awkward smile on his face, backpack slung on one shoulder. He always looked younger than he was—boyish, even—but Gauri had known there was something more. Something hidden.
"Close the door," she says gently, not looking up right away.
He obeys.
She finally raises her eyes to meet his, steady and unreadable.
"Siraj. What the hell are you doing?"
He frowns. "doing what?"
"About your messages.. sexting me.. your Professor!."
His face turns red instantly. He shifts from foot to foot. "I... I didn't mean for you to—"
"It's okay," she says softly, cutting him off. "Really. It's natural. Attraction happens. Especially when you interact closely."
He blinks. "So... you're not mad?"
She smiles, warm but distant. "Of course not. But I want you to understand something. I care about you, Siraj. You're my student. A valuable one. And this—this doesn’t have to be more than that."
He nods, but she can see the hurt behind his eyes.
She softens. "Come sit."
He hesitates, then sits across from her.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he says quietly.
"You didn't," she says. Then, after a pause, more gently: "And you're sweet. But infatuation and connection aren’t always the same."
He gives a half-laugh, self-conscious. "Maybe I got confused. Or just hopeful."
"Hopeful is okay," she replies. "But hope needs boundaries."
He sighs, nodding. "Yeah. Got it."
"You can't come to my home whenever you want okay?"

She watches him. The vulnerability is real. But so is the flicker in his gaze when her pallu shifts slightly away from her blouse as she leans forward.
She notices.



She didn’t stop it. She did not scold him for staring at her. 

Her silence stretched, thick with suggestion. She let him look. Let him feel the weight of it — not permission exactly.
Then she rose.
Slowly.
The sound of her chair rolling back was a whisper against the stillness of the room. She walked toward him, heels quiet on the carpet now, deliberate. She stopped just a breath away — not touching, not even close enough to brush against him. But close enough that he could smell her perfume, warm and subtle and expensive.
Siraj’s breath caught in his throat.
Gauri tilted her head, studying him like a question she already knew the answer to.

"Siraj! Your behavior is wrong! Don't you think? Is this how you behave with your colleagues once you start working? In professional environments you need to behave professionally!"

"I told you before and I am telling you again now! Focus on the right things."

He nodded. But his eyes strayed again. Her blouse pulled just tight enough to trace the shape of her full chest, she did not adjust her pallu. She saw his gaze linger.

"I am focusing on the right things!", he said absentmindedly while staring at her large mountain like breasts that stood inches away from him. 

And Siraj, to his own surprise, he didn’t look away.
His voice was quieter when he finally spoke. “Do your shoulders hurt?”
She raised an eyebrow, lips parting slightly. “Excuse me?”
He looked at her, steadier now. “Your posture. You carry a lot… weight. I mean, responsibility.” He smiled nervously, but didn’t back down. “All that tension sits in the shoulders. I could help. If you want.”

Gauri studied him for a beat. Not laughing. Not dismissing. Just watching him like he was something new.
She rolled one shoulder, slow and deliberate. “You give massages now?”

“I’ve learned a few things,” he said, voice steadier than he felt. “Friend is a physiotherapist. Taught me how to spot tension. How to work it out.”

"Siraj! This is what I don't like! Okay! I am your Professor! You are my student! We can't cross boundaries like this. How can you be so comfortable to offer me a massage?"

"And I am carrying a lot of weight? You can't talk like that Siraj! You can't comment on my body like that!", Gauri scolded him angrily. As she was scolding her breasts were shaking and Siraj couldn't help but be aroused by that sight. 

"But, Maa'm your shoulder feels a bit stiff. Is it true or not?"
It was true. Heavy traffic in the morning while driving made her shoulder hurt. She could definitely use a shoulder massage. 

"Listen! You are lucky that I did not inform the HOD about the texts you sent me. Then we have to inform your parents. Do you want your parents to know about your behavior?", she shouted at him. 

Siraj became nervous. "I am sorry maam. I made a mistake. Will never do it again!"

"That's okay! Never send me sex messages or flirt with me again!", she calmly told him. 

Siraj became very quiet. He had gone too far and only now he realized his actions. 

Gauri took a deep breath! "Listen, don't feel too bad! You are at that age when your hormones make you do things. But, it is important to be respectful of others"

A moment passed. She stood, turning her back to him, facing the wide window that overlooked the city. Her blouse was — soft, thin — and the curve of her spine beneath it was visible in the light.
“Close the blinds,” she said, not turning around.
He hesitated just a second, then moved. The whisper of the blinds drawing shut seemed louder than it should have been. The room dimmed, private now, like the rest of the world had stepped out for a smoke.
She spoke again, softer. “We keep this between us. Understood?”
“Yes,” he said. Almost a whisper.
She didn’t ask him to come closer.
She didn’t have to.
He stepped behind her, hands rising slowly to hover just above her shoulders. He could feel the heat of her skin through the silk. He hesitated — not out of fear now, but reverence.
“Go on,” she said, voice low, laced with something dangerous.
He placed his hands gently on her shoulders, feeling the tension gathered there — firm muscle, soft skin, the pulse of control beneath it all. He began to press, thumbs moving in slow, careful circles.
She tilted her head slightly to the side, exposing her neck, her breath steady but slower now. Controlled. Still in charge.
But letting him in.
Her blouse shifted with each movement of his hands. He could get a nice view of her deep cleavage from behind her. 

Siraj’s hands moved slowly, deliberately over her shoulders, thumbs pressing into the knots of tension beneath the silk. Her skin was warm, soft under his fingertips, and her scent was richer up close — something floral with a darker undertone, like night jasmine and something muskier beneath it.
Gauri didn’t speak, but her breath had deepened just slightly, the subtle shift in her body telling him she was responding.
His fingers slipped a little lower, grazing the tops of her shoulder blades, then down along the curves where the blouse clung to her back. She tilted her head forward, exposing the graceful line of her neck.
Siraj’s eyes dropped — and lingered.
The top two buttons of her blouse were undone now, revealing the more of her breasts beneath the pink fabric, the smooth valley of her cleavage barely contained. The silk had shifted as she leaned forward slightly against the window, giving him the perfect view.
He swallowed hard, his hands pausing for a moment — not out of hesitation now, but awe. She was stunning. Powerful. And she hadn’t told him to stop.
He leaned in slightly, breath brushing the back of her neck. “You’re tense here too,” he murmured, fingers moving to the tops of her arms, drifting inward — slowly, subtly drawing toward the front of her shoulders.
Gauri’s lips parted. Still no words.
Siraj’s fingertips traced the line where her collar met skin. He could feel her breathing now — steady, but deeper. He dipped just a little closer, eyes locked on that view down her blouse, his breath catching as he saw the edge of light brown areola.

Siraj let his fingers pause there, just at the dip of her collarbone, feeling the way her skin warmed under his touch. The silk of her blouse was barely a barrier now — more suggestion than concealment — and it moved with her breath, fluttering ever so slightly as she inhaled.
He leaned in closer, his lips just a whisper away from the nape of her neck. He could feel the soft rise of goosebumps as his breath kissed her skin.
Still, Gauri didn’t speak.
But she didn’t move away either.
Encouraged, Siraj let his hands slide forward — slowly, reverently — until his palms rested over her shoulders, thumbs brushing along the curve where shoulder met chest. His fingers hovered near the line of her blouse, not quite venturing past it yet. Testing. Asking, in touch rather than words.
Gauri turned her head slightly, not enough to look at him fully, but enough that her cheek was angled toward his. Her voice was a whisper — soft, dangerous.

[Uvaaaa]

Awesome

[Saikarthik]

Superb update

[Vikramvines]

Fantastic Story.. Plz make sexual scene with Professor Gauri and her pervert College Dean...

[sa9891]

please update