Fucking my nerdy bespectacled professor Jyoti
Hi readers, I’m Sarfaraz Khan, back again after a long time with my new story. I am a 24-year-old male from a South Indian city having experience with women from various walks of life. Those who don’t know me can read my stories here. There are more than 40 stories I’ve written on this site. Anyway, let’s come to the story. It’s an actual incident and not a fictional one. When I was in my degree course, there used to be a professor named Jyoti. Her age must be around 40. To anyone looking at her for the first time, she would not look sexy. Medium height and built, hairs tied into a braid and wearing spectacles. But in my desperate shagging sessions, she would sometimes be a part. I’ve closely observed and worked with her for many days. I have been lucky to see her inner beauty. Let me explain. Once her bra strap was visible, I was with her in the staff room. When she realized it, she casually unzipped her kameez from behind and adjusted it without noticing me. Nor did she realize later that I got to see her bare shoulders and bra. Anyway, nothing much was going on between us. But one thing I forgot to tell you. I had seen her fighting multiple times over the phone, probably with her husband, usually in a loud tone. I didn’t give much a damn about it until this incident. Our principal gave her a project about some research study. She announced this one day after the lecture. She told me she would need some students to help with her, and those students would get some recognition etc. Only a few agreed, and since I liked the project, I said I was okay. That project required a bit of homework and staying an hour or two after college. This was the first time I was working so close to her. I used to take my laptop to the staff room and sit there only, do my work, and show her at the end like 2-3 more students like me. Till that time also I didn’t think about anything extraordinary. It was a normal day once I was sitting and working after college. That day the two other guys, too, hadn’t stayed. The weather turned a bit cloudy, and it was raining heavily in no time. I was worried that I might have to wait a few more hours before leaving. I went to Jyoti mam and showed her my work for the day. She asked me how I’ll go back home in such heavy rain. Me: No, mam, I’ll stay till it becomes a little less heavy. Mam: Yeah, that’s good. Even I’m planning the same. By the way, would you like some tea? Me: It’s okay, mam. Thank you. Mam: Hey, why so many formalities? Just sit and have here. I just got it before the rain started. She poured me a glass from a kettle Mam: So Sarfaraz, our project is nearing completion. You have done a good job. I reviewed your work yesterday. Good. Me: Thank you, mam While we spoke casually about such stuff (She wasn’t the type of lady who would ask about my GFs, etc.), she again got a call. She excused herself and went to a separate cubicle. As usual, she was talking in a very upset and loud voice. I think it was her husband again. Her voice looked broken a few times. After 10 minutes she came back with a sad and angry face. Me: What happened, mam? Are you okay? Mam: Yeah. Nothing. (Still, she had that face) Me: Mam, any problem? Tell me it’s okay. She started sobbing. She told how her husband always quarrels over petty stuff like picking up kids, food etc. I didn’t know how to react. Rather I was feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed in such a situation. I was not a girl to hug her and make her calm, nor did it seem appropriate. She now came and sat next to my chair, still tears flowing down. She just slightly put her head on my shoulder. I felt a shock. I just stayed still. She continued putting more pressure and getting close. I finally held her shoulder with trembling hands and consoled her on my shoulder. She was almost putting her entire weight on me. What’s happening, I thought. Mam: Sarfaraz, I can’t bear this anymore. Please help me. Me: Mam, it’s okay. I’m here. Please stop crying. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked me straight into the eyes. Her lips began getting close to mine. I was in a sheer dilemma. It wasn’t planned. My emotions couldn’t hold. I, too, started moving my lips towards her and soon we were in a passionate liplock. She was chewing my lips, closing her eyes while I got to see her from so close. She was actually beautiful. I began caressing her upper back now while she held my neck and continued to open her mouth deeper for me to put my tongue. Indeed our salivas were getting mixed very well. Now my cock began rising, and so was the animal inside me. I undid her hair bun and her braid. Her open hair flew past her eyes. She looked so beautiful and cute in my hands, with loose hair and closed eyes. We continued kissing each other. She was sitting on my lap, now facing me on a common chair. I held her legs and wrapped them around my waist now. I could feel the warmth of her pussy. After a good time of kissing and fondling, I went to unzip her kameez from the back, the same way I had seen her doing once. Gosh! Her inner beauty was milky white pure. I slowly caressed her exposed shoulders and licked her neck, earlobe and upper chest. She was surrendering everything of her body to me now. I held her kameez from below to lift it over her head, and now my goddess was in her bra only. OMG! That’s all I can say. Her boobs were magnificent, hidden behind a white cotton bra barely covering them. I quickly unclasped the last piece of cloth, and her treasure was in front of me. I wasted no time taking each of them in my mouth and giving a good massage and bite to the structures. I fondled the opposite breast with another hand while plucking her huge dark areolas between my teeth. She was moaning now in pleasure, holding my head close. I sucked her for a good 20 minutes and now couldn’t wait. My dick was almost tearing my underwear and pants.