Good lessons from Professor Shree Vani
Hello, ISS readers. Thank you for the amazing response to my previous story. This is Aravind back with another experience. This had happened during my undergraduate days with a professor of mine. It happened in 2017 when I was in college. Our class had pretty girls, but most of them were already taken. Or they wouldn’t even speak with boys. I did not care much because I had sexier lecturers teaching us. One such beautiful lecturer who hailed from Kerala was Shree Vani Iyer. Shree handled chemistry for my class. She was fair and had glowing skin and rose-petal-like lips. Her voice was so soft. She always wore a saree with jasmine flowers tucked under her head. Shree was married, and I got to know it since she wore a mangalsutra chain around her neck. She had a figure of 36-32-36 with stiff boobs. She tried covering her up to the fullest. But her curves wouldn’t let her escape from exposing themselves. Her saree slid down and used to expose her waist. Of course, she was not able to hide her 36b breasts whenever she turned sideways towards the board. She also had sweaty pits, and uff her perfume, and jasmine made her smell juicy. Shree was very conscious about her saree sliding and her waist getting exposed. So she always tried to correct it and pulled her saree up. It would make me stare at her hip. It made us boys more desperate to have a glimpse at her navel, which we could never see. I was one of her favourite students. I was good at studies in spite of my being naughty. I used to ask her questions after class to look at her lips and enjoy her sexiness. Then we had our college day. I was part of the organizing committee that Shree headed. As usual, Vani was sexy in her white Mallu-style saree. Many professors and students from other colleges gazed at her within their groups. I noticed it. The event was a great success, and finally, it came to an end. It was almost 9 pm when we packed our bags, and the downpour had started in Bangalore. Most of the students left in 2-wheelers and cars. It was me, Shree and another lecturer, Lalita who were left. Lalita was a Marathi, and she was short yet sexy. Both Lalita and Shree had to travel for 12 km to reach home. Their places were next to each other’s. I had my car that day, anticipating rain, and my house was just 4 km away. Shree and Lalita decided to take an auto or cab, but to their luck, none accepted their ride. They were standing at the stop in the rain. I saw them and offered them a drop to the nearest bus stand or Metro station. Both of them hopped into my car. I saw through my mirror. Vani was sexy. She might have regretted wearing a black bra for a white blouse that day. The wetness from the rain added to it. Her saree slid when she got into the car, revealing her one breast with a pointed nipple. I could not take my eyes off her. I told them I’d drop both my lecturers to their homes. We had a long chatter in the slow drive. Lalita was married for 6 years and had a kid who was 4. Her hubby worked in aerospace. Shree was married for 4 years and still had no children. Her husband was trying to go abroad on-site. Lalita was the 1st one to get off. At another kilometre, Shree, too, got off. Her husband came with an umbrella to escort her and thanked me. Later that night, both the hotties texted me, saying thanks for dropping them off. Since then, I have started to get along well and am more friendly with these 2 lecturers. Lalita was easier. We casually used to flirt. Shree was tough, but I played defensively. One day after exams, the event organizing members, including Shree and Lalita, went out for lunch. I found Shree to be silent and quiet. All of us dispersed. Lalita left Shree alone as she had to visit her mother’s home nearby. Shree Vani was waiting at the bus stop. I offered her a drop, to which she agreed. When enquired why she was dull, she told her husband got an on-site opportunity and lost it due to some reason. He blamed her for the bad luck that he got ever since Shree married him. She said her marriage life wasn’t great. College was the only thing that kept her going. I saw a chance here and consoled her, telling her things would be fine, etc. We reached her home she invited me for a coffee. I pretended to hesitate, but I followed her, walking behind Shree. Her curvy hips folded, and her butt was shaking and jiggling. Her wide back with a mole visible since she wore a broad-cut blouse. I controlled myself. I always believed patience was the key to getting laid with a stubborn, orthodox woman. We both were home alone. Shree said her husband would return only in the evening and got me a cup of coffee. I saw her wedding photo in the showcase. She was pretty. I complimented her, and she took out her wedding album. Both of us started to see the pics. I sat next to the lady who was a dream angel for me. More than photos, I enjoyed checking her out closely. Her lips, eyes, cheeks, and chin were all glowing like lotus petals. Her sweat near her armpits, jasmine fragrance everything was getting me turned on so much. She went on showing pic after pic, and I, too, went on compliments. For a reception pic, I mentioned her as sexy. She reacted with a shocking smile and pause. There was lust in the air. Our hands were touching. We were so close to each other. I softly touched her hand and leaned close. I made contact with her popping breast. Shree Vani gasped and was not able to speak. I moved my other hand around her back, made contact with her sponge-like fleshy waist and held it. Shree started sweating and shivering. I leant on and made a kiss on her neck, pinching her waist. I continued kissing all along her face. By now, she had surrendered. Her body wanted it. She wanted sex desperately and started moaning for each kiss. I tightened the grip on her stomach, biting her neck. I slowly went to a sleeping position on the sofa. Her decent dressing had been compromised.