Sex with my English Professor
Hello readers! In this story, I am going to share my experience with a hot professor. She was my lecturer during the day and my bedmate at night. So read the story till the end if you want to experience the whole incident from my POV. I am Raj. I am basically from Kerala. I was pursuing an MBA in one of the top colleges in Bangalore. I had an impeccable academic status right from the first semester. So naturally, I was a favourite among the teachers. One such teacher was my English professor. She used to teach Business English. I was her favourite student as I was the only one who would finish all the assignments on time and scored well in her subject. Now about her.: Her name is Jennifer. She is from Tamil Nadu, and she has a Tamilian complexion. But her features were something anyone would die for. She had a well-maintained body. She wore a saree to college on most days and would come in a top and jeans on special occasions. Quite the opposite of what other female professors would do. She had long hair, and she would wear minimal makeup to college. She looks very humble and modest. Though she was a Christian, she would wear a small bindi on her forehead, which added to her facial features. She was in her early thirties, but no one could guess her age. Now, let me start by describing the incident. Our college had organized a cultural fest to which a few other colleges were also invited. Me and my friend Ashok had planned to take numbers from beautiful girls from other colleges. We stood by the entrance of our college and looked at all the beautiful girls. Most of the girls came with their boyfriends. So we had no luck that day. With a heavy heart, we went and sat down to enjoy the dance performance. Jennifer was in charge of the dance competition. As soon as she saw me, she signalled me and asked me to do some chores for her. She gave me some errands, which I readily agreed to. I was quite busy for the day, and my friend Ashok enjoyed it all by himself. The competition was over by six in the evening, and it was time for us to go home. On my way home, I saw Jennifer ma’am trying to kick start her scooter. I parked my bike by the side of the road and helped her. It seems the electric start motor was dead and due to some reasons, the kick starter was not working. It seems she hadn’t used the kicker in a while. After several failed attempts, I told her that nothing could be done now. We needed to take it to a nearby workshop. Luckily, I knew a mechanic who would come to the spot where we called him. I dialled his number, and he came as soon as he could. He inspected the scooter and said that the kicker had jammed and wouldn’t work till cleaned thoroughly. Apart from that, the self-motor needed to be replaced. She was visibly sad since she now had to take a cab. With much reluctance, I offered her a ride to her house. After thinking for a few seconds, she agreed and sat behind me. The ride home was bumpy as the road was full of puddles after the rain. I was careful not to apply sudden brakes as she would think that I was intentionally doing it. After a ten-minute ride, I dropped her at her home. Her house was only a couple of blocks away from my house. She got off my bike and thanked me. I went back home and started imagining how good it would have felt if she had hugged me from behind. Lost in my dreams, I had fallen asleep and skipped dinner. The next day was Sunday and I had made plans of going to the mall with my friends. I got ready, and just when I was about to leave, I received a message from Jennifer ma’am. Jennifer: Is my scooter ready? Me: Sorry, ma’am! I almost forgot. I will inform you once I talk to the mechanic. Jennifer: Do it soon, please! I have to go shopping. I called him, but he didn’t pick up the call. So I texted her back, saying that since he was not picking up his phone, I would go and check myself. Jennifer: Are you sure that my scooter will be repaired? Me: Yes, ma’am. I have known him for the past three years. He doesn’t like to keep his customers waiting. Jennifer: Then in that case, could you please pick me up from my house and drop me at the workshop? Me: Sure, ma’am. I will be there in a couple of minutes. Jennifer: Ok. As promised, I picked her up from her house and dropped her at the workshop. My bad, his shop was closed. So that is why he didn’t pick up my call. Now I looked at Jennifer, ma’am and asked if I should drop her back to her house. Jennifer: Are you kidding me? I got ready for shopping and I am not going back home without doing some shopping. Me: So what are you going to do, ma’am? Shall I book a cab? Jennifer: Hmm! What are you doing today? Are you free? Me: Yes. My friends and I were thinking of hanging out by the mall. Jennifer: Sounds more interesting than shopping. Me: Yeah, it is. You can do window shopping there. Jennifer: Sounds cool. Let me accompany you. I wasn’t expecting this from her. Reluctantly, I agreed. I texted my friends that we had to cancel our plan today since I had some other work. I knew that if I told them that I was going out with Jennifer ma’am, they would tease me the next day when they saw me. My friends cursed me for cancelling our plan but agreed upon it. She sat on the pillion seat, and we drove towards Koramangala. Just a few kilometres before the mall, the rain started pouring. I had to find a shelter to protect ourselves from getting drenched. So I parked my bike near a bus stand, and we both went under the shelter. The bus stop was empty. Jennifer had worn an orange top and blue jeans. The top complimented her body shape. Since we were drenched in the rain, I could see her black bra sticking to her top. The top was now looking like a see-through cloth. I got lost in the visual. She caught me looking at her, and then she realized which condition she was in. She turned to the opposite side. Now I could see the back of her body.