Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

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February 25th, 4:50 AM,


Geetha’s eyes fluttered open to find Bharat still in the throes of sleep, his hand resting gently on her waist. She sat up, the early morning chill a stark contrast to his warmth, and softly nudged his shoulder.

“Bharat, wake up…” she whispered.

He stirred, a sleepy murmur escaping his lips as his eyes slowly opened. Recognition dawned, and he quickly sat upright. “Miss, what happened?”

“You said we’d go,” Geetha reminded him, a hint of urgency in her voice. “It’s almost five.”

“Oh, Miss!” He scrambled to his feet. “I’ll be outside. Call me after you brush and get dressed.”

She gave a brief, vertical nod.

Bharat pulled on his sweater, opened the door, and, after applying toothpaste to his brush, stepped outside, already engaged in his morning routine.

Inside, Geetha moved to the bathroom. The water, when she splashed it on her face, was shockingly cold, eliciting a shiver that ran through her. Despite the icy sting, she persevered, slowly washing her face before getting out to room. 

From her bag, she retrieved her dress and laid it on the bed. 

A quick glance outside confirmed Bharat was downstairs. She closed the door, latched it securely from within, and then, with practiced ease, shed her salwar, followed by her bra and panties falling at bedside. In their place, she donned her swimming suit, layering it with a navy blue sweatshirt, and matching pants. The shoes she’d brought completed her attire. 

A quick comb through her hair in the small mirror, and it was secured with a rubber band.

Just then, a knock echoed at the door.

“Miss, are you done?” Bharat’s voice came from the other side.

“Yes, I am,” she replied, unlatching the door.

“Uff, the water is so cold,” Geetha exclaimed, a playful shiver running through her. “My teeth are freezing when I put it in my mouth.”

Bharat chuckled. “Haha… I’m used to it, Miss.”

By the time Bharat had disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared, Geetha had neatly packed her discarded clothes into her bag. With hands tucked into her pockets, she sat on the bed, her legs drawn in close, seeking warmth against the persistent chill.

Bharat emerged, a fresh shiver running through him after washing his face. Their eyes met, and a shared laugh broke the morning quiet.

He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Geetha.

“What?” Geetha prompted, a slight blush rising on her cheeks. “Put on your pants, let’s go.”

“Miss, you look super cute,” Bharat said, a genuine smile on his face.

She covered her face with her hands, a giggle escaping her.

“Oh, shyness!” Bharat teased.

“Get ready first,” Geetha retorted, her voice muffled by her hands.

“Haha…”

After Bharat had pulled on his pants and shoes, a flicker of hesitation crossed his mind. 

Did she remember what he’d told her yesterday? 

“Miss, you brought your swim dress, right?” he asked, a subtle anxiety in his tone.

Geetha looked up, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Yes, I’m wearing it inside. You said it was a must.”

Bharath nodded okay.

They picked up their bags and headed downstairs to the car. The sun’s light had yet to pierce the pre-dawn gloom, and the street was enveloped in a thick fog. Only nearby objects were discernible under the streetlights. It was already a quarter to six. Bharat went back upstairs, closed and locked the door. Downstairs, Geetha had already started the car. Bharat descended the stairs and approached her.

“Miss, wait,” he said. “Uncle will come, we’ll give him the keys and go. He said he’d come at six.”

“Oh, really? Okay.” She turned off the engine. Just then, Subhash arrived on his Splendor, pulling up directly in front of them.

“Are you leaving?” Subhash asked.

“Yes, Uncle,” Geetha replied.

“Here, Uncle, the keys,” Bharat offered.

“Be careful, watch your step, okay?” Subhash advised.

Both chorused, “Yes.”

Bharat then settled into the car, and Geetha restarted the engine.

“Miss, do you remember the way yesterday?” Bharat inquired.

“Yes…”

“Same route, just stop near the hotel where we ate in the middle.”

“Hmm… Yes, let’s have breakfast and go,” Geetha agreed.


Their journey began. Amidst their conversation, Bharat suddenly spoke. 

“Miss, I forgot to tell you, last night I asked the hotel guy if chapati and chicken were available.”

Geetha looked at him, a questioning arch to her brow.

“Yes,” he continued. “He said they would be. I asked if they could be ready by six in the morning, and he said yes. So ordered chicken and pulkas yesterday. Now let’s eat breakfast and take those for lunch.”

Geetha regarded him with a small smile. “You planned it well…”

“Hehe…”

As they arrived in front of the hotel and both had breakfast. Bharat went to check on their order and found it ready. Geetha settled the bill, and they were handed the packed food. 


Back in the car, Bharat tucked the package into his bag.

“Miss, let’s just take one bag,” Bharat suggested. “I’ll carry it. Let your bag stay in the car, we don’t need two. Put what you’ll wear when you come back in my bag now.”

Geetha retrieved her innerwear from her bag and transferred it to Bharat’s. She then took out some snacks and placed them in a separate cover. Just then, she remembered something else and put the clothes they had changed out of earlier into another cover, setting it aside to wash when they returned home.

They resumed their journey toward the hill. 

After reaching the mud way towards hill, the car was parked under a neem tree by the side of the road, and they disembarked. The sun had already begun its ascent, and with the lingering misty clouds, the landscape appeared as if bathed in the soft glow of a tube light. A cool breeze, invigorating and fresh, swept through the air. Both pulled their hoods over their ears for added warmth.

Bharat opened the back door and retrieved his bag. Geetha carried the cover. He stood in front of the car. As Geetha bent inside near the driver’s seat door to pick up her phone, her elevated buttocks, shapely in her attire, caught his eye. He stared, a flicker of desire in his gaze. The fabric of her dress clung to her curves, rubbing subtly in the middle, and seemed to sway with every step she took.

As he watched, a thought sparked in Bharat’s mind: The engine is starting down there, what would it be like if Geetha took off her clothes? Geetha retrieved her phone, straightened up, closed the car door, and locked it. When she turned around, her face was a picture of glowing whiteness from the cold. Bharat found himself captivated by her flawless, full rose lips and jasmine-bud-like cheeks.

“Miss, lean on the car for a moment,” Bharat requested, his voice a little softer than usual.

Geetha placed her hands on the upper edge of the car window, pushed her hips back, and leaned forward.



Her buttocks seemed even more elevated now, and as her waist curved, Bharat was utterly mesmerized by the graceful line.

“Miss, are you forgetting anything?” Bharat asked, regaining his composure. “Shall we go?”

“Yes… Did you take water?” Geetha inquired.

“It’s in the bag, Miss.”

“Okay, let’s go…”

Geetha’s thought why he asked her that, however ignore it.

They started walking. In the paddy fields nearby, egrets landed and took flight, a flurry of white against the green. They walked past them, and after half a kilometer, the path began its ascent.

“Miss, it won’t feel like we’re climbing a hill,” Bharat explained, his voice steady as they began their trek. “It will just feel like we’re walking through a jungle, but we have to walk a lot, maybe about four kilometers.”

“Huh,” Geetha responded, a slight breathlessness in her voice.

“Let’s go slowly and come back slowly, Miss.”

“But this cold is quite strong,” Geetha observed, pulling her hood tighter.

“Hmm, let’s go, it’ll pass when the sun comes out,” Bharat reassured her. “This path is about two kilometers, Miss, we won’t encounter anything, it’s a straight walk. There’s a well in the middle; after that, it’s a bit steep, just go slowly there.”

“Whatever,” Geetha mumbled.

“Why are you saying that, Miss?” Bharat prodded gently.

Geetha remained silent.

He moved a little closer. They walked side by side, and Bharat would occasionally glance at Geetha from the side, quickly turning his gaze away when she looked at him.

Trees surrounded them, with a five-foot-wide path winding between them. As they walked, the light became a little brighter, but the cold mist still clung to the air. Only the silhouettes of trees were visible for some distance. In the distance, the fields appeared green, but they too were shrouded in fog.

As they ascended, the fields seemed to recede, and the village felt like it was beneath their feet. A little anxiety began to stir within Geetha.

“Bharat, there aren’t any snakes or anything, right?” she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Hearing that, Bharat secretly smiled. “Why would there be snakes in such cold, Miss?” he said, a hint of mischief in his tone. “But a few days ago, I heard a rumor from my uncle on the phone that a wild bear was sighted.”

Geetha shivered, but then a thought struck her—Bharat was teasing her. “Hey, don’t joke!”

“It’s not a joke, Miss, I really heard that rumor.”

Without thinking, Geetha grabbed his hand. Their cold, frozen fingers instantly felt warmth as they touched.

“Hahaha… Miss, are you scared?” Bharat chuckled, enjoying her reaction.

She narrowed her eyes, pouted, and tightened her grip on his hand. “Don’t tell me such things at this time, I really get scared.”

“Miss, that’s just what the villagers say,” Bharat placated her. “I’ve been here five times, and there’s nothing like that.”

Geetha playfully elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t tell me baseless things, okay? It’s my first time coming here. I stay alone at home at night, and sometimes I get scared for no reason, you know…” she finished, a sad face replacing her playful one.

“Miss, okay, I won’t say anything more. Sorry,” Bharat apologized, his voice softening.

“Uh…” Geetha didn’t release his hand.

 Bharat thought, That’s what I wanted, and he let their joined hands remain as they were.

The predicted well appeared, and he, walked ahead, holding Geetha's hand and leading her. As they ascended, the clouds grew denser, the mist thickened, and the trees gave way to a landscape of stark rocks. The moment Geetha showed signs of weariness, Bharath pointed upwards, assuring her they were almost there.

Their path led them between two colossal boulders. 

As they rounded the bend to the left, a breathtaking sight unfolded: above them, cool clouds drifted, and below, a tranquil pond mirrored the heavens, reflecting every wispy detail. Geetha's eyes sparkled, and her mouth parted in awe. The pond, though not so vast, seemed to stretch just beyond the eye's immediate grasp.

By then, the sun's light had intensified. Hidden behind the clouds, its reflection danced upon the water, turning the pond's surface into a shimmering expanse of green gold.

"Yes, Bharath, it's just as you said," Geetha breathed, her voice filled with wonder.

Bharath smiled. Extending his hand, he asked, "Miss, give me your phone."

"Take it," she replied, handing it over.

"Miss, I'll take a picture," he announced.

Geetha shivered slightly from the cold. She pulled her hoodie down, tucked her hands into her pockets, and posed in front of a big rock. Just then, as if on cue, the clouds parted, and a ray of sunshine fell directly upon her face.

"Ahh… now some sunlight is coming; it would be good if the cold lessens," Geetha murmured, basking in the warmth.

"Oh, Miss, it seems the sun came out just for your photo," Bharath quipped, taking four pictures. 

After that, they both squeezed in for a selfie. Bharath casually dbangd his right arm around Geetha's shoulders and took another selfie with his left hand.

"Miss, let's go a little further; there's a clean rock there to sit on," Bharath suggested, once again taking her hand and leading the way.

They walked approximately thirty feet eastward, arriving at a rocky plateau. At its edge, beneath the shade of a solitary tree, Bharath set down their bags and removed his shoes. The instant his feet touched the ground, a shiver ran through him, causing Geetha to flinch in alarm. Bharath, however, found her fear amusing.

"Oh, what happened?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Ah… Miss, the rock is like an ice cube, hahaha," he chuckled.

"Don't scare me for no reason you stupid," Geetha admonished, a slight tremor in her voice.

"Why, Miss? I'm here, don’t woe," he replied, his tone reassuring. "How is it, Miss?"

"It's good, natural," Geetha said.

"Ha…" Bharath acknowledged.

They both settled down. Bharath sat to Geetha's right, stretching one leg out and bending the other. "Miss, do you know what time it is?" he asked.

"My phone is with you; I didn't check," she responded.

Bharath unlocked her phone and showed it to Geetha. Her mouth fell open in disbelief.

"What? Is it nine forty-nine?" she exclaimed.

"Haha… So, do you think we walked a short distance? With everything so cool, we didn't even realize the time," Bharath teased.

"Really? It's so high up here; I can't tell anything at all," Geetha confessed.

"Miss, let's see the town from here," Bharath proposed.

They both stood up.

"I saw it while climbing; nothing was visible," Geetha stated.

"You should see it now; everything will look like ants. But not the way we came; look this way," he instructed, guiding her to a different vantage point. 

The houses below were mere tiny dots. The path they had taken was not visible; instead, a winding, curvy route stretched out. In the distance, a dam was faintly discernible.

He encircled Geetha's waist with his arm. A sudden, strong urge seized Geetha. As he stepped forward, she felt a surge of fear.

"Oh… no, Bharath, we are at the edge; I'm afraid to look like that," she pleaded.

"It's nothing; I'm here," he reassured her, taking four more steps, still holding her, leading her closer to the precipice. Geetha now felt as if her feet were suspended in the air.

"Miss, can you see that reservoir, like a dam?" he asked.

"Ha…" she managed to respond.

"Miss, that's the Upper Manair Reservoir of our Karimnagar district," he explained.

She looked into his eyes, shocked. "Oh, we can see it from here?"

"Hmm… if it's this high, why wouldn't it be visible, Miss?" he replied.

"Enough, let's go back and sit for a while," Geetha said, her voice a little shaky.

They returned and sat down. Bharath checked the phone; there was no signal. He set it aside. He looked at Geetha, uncertain of how to ask his next question. Then, he simply stood up, removed his sweater, took off his pants, and placed them neatly to the side. Geetha glanced up once to see what he was doing. It was the first time she had seen Bharath without his pants. He was wearing boxer underwear. Bharath was fairly tall being 18 years, about 5 feet 7 inches, and his fit physique was evident, with veins bulging on his arms. Geetha felt a wave of shyness wash over her and immediately lowered her gaze.

“Ugh, he took them off, okay, but how can I?”

The moment Geetha looked down, Bharath sprinted straight into the water and jumped, sending a splash that sprinkled onto Geetha. It felt cool for a moment. Looking up, she saw Bharath completely submerged before he resurfaced. Water streamed down from his head, and he shivered, "Aaah… Miss." 

Geetha laughed.

"Why did you scream like that?" she asked.

"Miss, oh my, the water is cool," he responded, his teeth chattering slightly.

"Well, wouldn't it be? The sun isn't quite out yet," Geetha pointed out.

Bharath submerged again, moved around in the water two or three times, and then called out, "Miss, you come too.”

“I knew he would say that. 

He's saying the water is cold, 

and here I am, how can I be in front of him like that 

after taking off this dress?”

"What happened, Miss? Come on," Bharath urged.

"Wait a while," Geetha replied.

"Oh, why, Miss? Let's swim for a bit, then change clothes, and sit comfortably in the sun," he cajoled.

Geetha didn't know what to say. What he proposed seemed logical. Still, she hesitated, feeling shy about taking off her clothes.

Seeing Geetha lost in thought, he called her again. "Miss, what happened, Miss? Come on… we came here so you could enjoy it too."

Geetha sat silently, a little embarrassed. Bharath came out of the water and sat in front of her, taking her left hand. Geetha felt a cold shiver. She pulled away and playfully pushed him, laughing. "Your hands are cold; don't touch me."

"What happened, Miss? Tell me?" he pressed.

"I can't swim taking off this dress; I'm shy," she confessed, finding it hard to meet his gaze.

"Miss, there's no one else here," he reasoned.

"You are here, aren't you?" she retorted.

"Miss, it's nothing; come on, swimming will feel good," he insisted.

"Not in front of you."

"Miss, are we friends or not?" he asked.

"Yup…" she nodded reluctantly.

"Miss, come on; if we delay, we won't even be able to swim in the harsh sun," Bharath urged.

"It's not that, I… you won't understand."

He held both of Geetha's hands and brought his face close to hers. Geetha looked down shyly. "Miss, you trust me, right?"

"Hmm," she murmured.

"Here, there's no one but you and me, and no one else will come either, I know. Only your family and my family know that you came with me like this. And only we two know that you'll be swimming like this; they don't. Please come, Miss… don't be shy in front of me. Anyway, when you're shy, you look even cuter, and then if I ask for a kiss, you'll get angry…" he said, displaying naught.

Geetha's cheeks flushed crimson at his words. She looked up, delighted, and playfully pinched Bharath's cheek. 

"Naughty fellow… you'll convince me."

Bharath leaned forward and breathed warm air into Geetha's ear, instantly making her feel submissive. "Miss, I want to see how sexy you are."

Geetha's lips curved into a sweet smile, and she pushed Bharath's face away. "Don't say that."

With a playful, suppressed laugh, Bharath asked, "Why, Miss?"

"I'm your teacher; you shouldn't say that."

"But I want to see how much sexier my cute Geetha Miss can be," he persisted.

She pinched him again. "Go away, naughty fellow, if you say that, I'll get even shyer."

He stood up. "Come on, Miss, I won't say anything, okay? Please."

Geetha also stood up. Even in that cold, she was flustered, and her soles were sweating.

What now, I wonder, especially since I don't even have any innerwear.

She stood, grasped the edges of her sweater, and pulled it up to take it off. As the fabric lifted, her beautiful curves caught Bharath's eye.

"Oh my god, what boobs they are, tiny nipples are visible. She pulled her sweater up to her neck; her deep round neck shows her cleavage. How fair Geeta Miss is. Looking at the valley between those boobs, I feel like I should just put my face there. She took it off and put it aside. I just kept staring. Seeing those sizes, I can't do anything. The only thought is that I want to kiss there. I want to touch those nipples. I didn't even realize my dick was getting hard until it pressed against my boxers."

Geeta, now clad only in her pants, met his gaze, a shy awareness in her eyes. Bharat, however, was lost in his own world, staring with an intensity that bordered on unsettling. She averted her eyes, looking down as she set the sweater aside.

"Ah, what is this guy? Already, 

Geetha, the boy can't handle it."

Bharat took a small step back, then retreated into the water, hoping Geeta hadn't noticed his blatant staring. 

"Come, Miss, what else are you thinking?" he called out, trying to sound nonchalant.

A blush crept up Geeta's neck. With a slight adjustment of her pants, she turned, a deliberate movement that made her breasts swing subtly with the motion. The sight of her prominent, rounded curves left Bharat momentarily stunned. As he stood there, captivated, Geeta gracefully bent down and slipped off her pants.


"Am I in heaven? In front of my eyes, an angel in a green swimsuit, it only came up to her thighs. I hoped it would be V-cut, but I know she'd be uncomfortable wearing something like that. I thought it would be sleeveless, but it wasn't; she wore half-sleeves. But ah... that figure, uff... how was she born? Her elevated buttocks, how beautiful they are. I lost my mind near the car, and now seeing her like this, I can't breathe. In the cold, my whole body is heating up from somewhere. Her back is open up to below her wings. What luck I have today, I can see her birthmark. Just one chance, one kiss there. She's about to turn back. My heart won't stop, it feels like it's going to burst out. I don't know if I can bear to see her beauty.”

“Miss, are you okay?”

She's shy. She's not answering. I want to go and bring her here, but I feel uncomfortable too. How can I stand in front of her with my boxer tight?"

Bharat was lost in his thoughts, completely unaware of Geetha standing nearby, a blush creeping across her cheeks. 

He finally broke the silence, a hint of impatience in his voice. "Come on, Miss, what's the holdup? If you don't want to, then don't."

Geetha's mind raced. “What should I do? Won't he be disappointed if he came all this way for nothing? “

With a hesitant sigh, she slowly turned. The moment her beauty met Bharat's gaze, he froze, utterly captivated.

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Geetha stood before him as a milky cloud sculpture descended to earth. Her red lips and cheeks, flushed from the biting cold, framed a neck that trembled with a hint of shyness. Her breasts, full and firm with small, hardened nipples, heaving curves, coiling her mangalsutra, hinted at the chill that permeated the air. Her waist, slender as two crescent moons, flowed into wide hips. Beneath her suit, her thighs were as smooth and delectable as the finest sweetmeats. 


Bharat’s entire being ignited at the sight, a primal heat surging through him as he fixed his gaze upon her, saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth.

Noticing his intense stare, Geetha, in a flush of modesty, brought her hands to her face. 

Bharat chuckled, a low rumble.

“Enough, Miss,” he urged, his voice a playful coax, “I’ve asked you to come. How many more times will you make me beg?”

“Ha… coming,” she murmured, and as she took a step, her bubbles swayed gently. Bharat’s eyes followed their motion, a corresponding ripple of desire threatening to strain the confines of his boxers.

When Geetha finally approached the water’s edge and dipped a toe in, a shiver wracked her frame. “Aaah…no.. Bharath,” she gasped, the cold seizing her.

Her cry tightened Bharat’s throat, leaving it dry. “Miss, if you just dip once, the cold will vanish,” he promised.

“Oh no, I can’t,” she protested, her voice laced with reluctance.

With no other option, Bharat stepped forward and took her left hand in his. As their hands met, Geetha’s gaze drifted lower, falling upon him, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. 

“Oh my god, what is this? It feels even bigger today!” 

The water-soaked boxer shorts clung to his form, revealing his full, impressive outline. 

“Oh, now if I dip, mine, oh my!”

Bharat, still holding her hand, gently pulled her into the water. Geetha instinctively moved three steps deeper, the water rising to her knees, sending another tremor through her body. “Isss…” she pouted, biting her lips in an effort to suppress a shiver.

“Miss, you know how to swim, so why the hesitation?” he asked, though he was loath to release her hand, he did so anyway. 

Slowly, hesitantly, Geetha moved further into the water, and unable to contain her mounting excitement, she suddenly plunged in and resurfaced in one fluid motion.

Within two seconds, her entire body was enveloped by the water. Bharat watched, mesmerized, as she emerged. Her hair, wet and clinging, streamed down as she rose, water cascading over her boobs like a miniature waterfall. Her dress, now soaked, clung to her form like a second skin, revealing the alluring curves beneath. Her breasts, full and round, appeared to him like delectable cheese balls, ample enough to fill his hands. Completely drenched, even the delicate outline of her navel was now visible. He longed to see her without the dress, but the water, reaching her waist, concealed the rest.

Geetha drew a sudden, deep breath, a soft “Haaav… Bharat Haa…” escaping her lips before she laughed again. Her body swayed with each breath, her breasts swelling with the intake of air.

“Okay, Miss?” Bharat inquired, his voice laced with tenderness.

“Ha…” she replied, and dipped again. Bharat followed suit, submerging himself in the cool embrace of the water.

They swam back and forth for a long while, the playful splashes of water marking their joyous interlude. Bharat occasionally sent a spray of water at Geetha’s face, and she reciprocated with equal delight. After a spirited game, they returned to their starting point, standing side by side.

“Miss, see how good it felt?” Bharat said, a hint of playful reproach in his tone. “You were the one who delayed. We came here just to swim, and look how clean these waters are.” As he spoke, the tip of Bharat’s hardon began to face above the water’s surface, like a curious snake’s head, visible only to Geetha.

Already shivering from the cold, a new, more intense tremor coursed through Geetha’s body at the sight. Her nipples, already tingling from the chill, now pulsed with a sweet, burgeoning desire, fueled by Bharat’s innocent display. The fact that he spoke like a naive child, seemingly unaware of the effect he had on her, only endeared him more. A soft smile touched her lips as she looked up at him with eyes that now held a hint of seductive invitation.

“Bharat,” she began, her voice a low murmur, “you said there are no snakes here, right?”

“Ha,” he confirmed.

She took two steps forward, a silent debate raging within her. 

“Ah, Geetha, no, be calm, don’t corrupt him.”

“Bharat,” she purred, a mischievous giggle escaping her lips, “a snake is looking at me with its hood spread…”

Bharat’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his face paling with acute shyness as he abruptly turned away. Geetha’s laughter bubbled over, louder this time.

“Sorry, Miss,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

She moved closer, placing both hands gently on his shoulders. As Geetha’s touch landed, he visibly jumped. “Uff, how hot he is. Should I hug him to get rid of the cold?”

“It’s okay, turn this way,” Geetha said, her voice soft and reassuring.

“Sorry, Miss, you told me but…” he began, still averting his gaze.

She gently turned him back to face her. He stood, head bowed, overcome with shyness. She laughed softly.

“It’s okay, alright,” she repeated.

“You’re so sexy, Miss,” Bharat blurted out, the words escaping him before he could stop them.

“Hey…” Geetha protested, a blush rising on her cheeks.

“Miss, I can’t describe in words how you look in this dress,” he continued, his gaze still fixed on her.

Geetha’s face deepened to a richer red. She bit her lip, taking a deep, shaky breath. “Enough talking, you keep going on and on.”

Just then, an idea sparked in Bharat’s mind. He stepped back, splashed water playfully on Geetha’s face, and then, with a mischievous grin, dipped underwater. Geetha laughed, the sound light and carefree.

“Stop it, it’s getting in my eyes,” she exclaimed, wiping her face. Bharat was no longer in front of her. She peered into the water, searching for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

“Hey, puppy, where are you?” she called out, a playful challenge in her voice.

Suddenly, he surfaced from behind her, his arms encircling her waist, just beneath her boobs. Geetha’s body felt light, almost weightless. A soft moan escaped her lips as she instinctively rubbed her thighs together, a wave of desire rippling through her. “Mmm…”

Laughing softly, he nestled his face next to Geetha’s neck. “Miss, why are you so soft?” he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

“Let go, let’s change clothes and eat,” Geetha urged, her voice a little breathless. “It’s probably been over an hour since we came.”

“Miss, I’m really feeling cold too,” Bharat admitted, though his embrace belied his words.

“Hmm… me too,” Geetha murmured. 

“What am I doing? 

His hands are so warm. 

If he had held me a little higher, 

what would have happened to me?”

His organ, now fully engorged, settled into the gap above her buttocks. Geetha could not bear the exquisite touch, a soft “Ha…” escaping her lips as she trembled.

Her cleavage was now visible from above, and as Bharat looked at it, his organ swelled even more. Vibrations pulsed from him, swelling and reaching into her from the intimate contact. 

“What is this, he’s doing this. But as I imagined it.”

“Miss, I felt like hugging you, that’s why,” Bharat began, his voice a little shaky. “Sorry, Miss, without telling you…”

“Hmm…” Geetha responded, her voice barely a whisper.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” he asked, a hopeful note in his tone.

“Ha…” Geetha breathed, her body, which had been shivering from the cold moments ago, now trembling with a delicious tingle.

As Bharat began to extend his hands to release her, Geetha’s hands instinctively reached out, grasping him, stopping him. His grip tightened again, his voice trembling slightly.
“Bh… Bharat…” she murmured, her voice husky.

He buried his face in her neck, rubbing his nose into the delicate bend, his hot breath sending fresh tingles below her ear. “Tell me, Miss…”

“Do you want to stay like this for a little longer?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Hmm… but without your permission…” he began, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

“It’s okay, stay,” Geetha whispered, her hands tightening their hold.

“Thanks, Miss…” Bharat breathed, and then, gently, he touched her neck with his lips. 

Geetha bit her lips, a soft “Mmmmmm…” escaping her.

“Miss, that day when you were giving tea, I didn’t see properly,” Bharat murmured, his lips still grazing her neck. “Now I can see.”

“Naughty fellow, how dare you!” Geetha playfully scolded, though a smile played on her lips.

“Why should I be afraid of my Geetha Miss?” he countered, his voice a low, teasing growl. He then placed a deep, lingering kiss on the left side of her neck.

Geetha raised her left hand, a soft “Ah…” escaping her as she moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his wet hair, tightening her grip.

His warm, naked chest pressed against her semi-naked back, igniting a furnace-like heat. Geetha curled her thighs, tightening them, her eyes squeezed shut as a wave of sensation made her writhe. He lowered his left hand, his five fingers pressing tightly into the curve of her waist, just below her breasts. An ecstatic moan, a sweet, "Ooh..." escaped her lips as the gentle pressure tightened her waist.

He pulled her closer, his hard length rubbing intimately between her buttocks. Geetha's breath hitched, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. "Aah....."

"Miss, you're not feeling cold now, are you?" Bharat's voice was a low rumble, punctuated by a single upward thrust of his body.

"Ha.... Bh.... Bharat," Geetha stammered, writhing in his embrace.

"You're very warm, Miss."

"Hmm.... You too."

Water from Bharat's hair dripped onto her ears as he kissed the delicate skin below. He brought his body back to its original position, and a lustful tremor, appearing and disappearing in various places, overcame Geetha's entire being.

"You're very beautiful, Miss. And your boobs, oh, I don't know what to say." His voice was a seductive whisper. 

"Geetha, why are you so silent? 

Aren't you going to scold your student?"

"Bharat, don't say that."

"Really, Miss, even some actresses don't have a body like yours. When you teach in class, looking at your back, it takes my breath away."

As Bharat whispered these words into her ear, Geetha felt herself melting. Her lips trembled, her thighs tingled, and she could barely stand. "Hah, puppy, that's enough."

"Miss, the puppy is cold."

"Hmm...."

He lowered his hand, his middle finger gently poking her navel. Suddenly, a current shot through her navel nerves, spreading like wildfire into her thighs. "Aah.... Hmm......" Geetha closed her eyes, tilting her head back onto his shoulder, writhing in his arms.

"I've seen your navel twice, how beautiful it is. It's not too deep, not too big, just small and so endearing." He stroked his finger upwards, and Geetha's knees lost strength, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

"Hah.... Bharat, don't do that."

"Why, Miss, don't you like it?"

"No."

"Then," he punctuated his words with a kiss on her neck, "Miss, you came here to enjoy yourself." He began to circular-stroke his finger on her navel, even through her wet clothes. Geetha's navel nerves zinged, sending intoxicating signals directly to her brain.

"Miss...."

"Mmm..." 

As he gently twirled his index finger around the edge of her navel, her knees trembling, she slightly lifted her legs, exhaled deeply, and writhed in his arms. He gave her another kiss on the shoulder, and she swayed against him.

"Miss, I read in a story that licking the navel feels very good." His voice dropped, "So, you want a lick now?"

Geetha remained blank.

"Miss, look here?"

She looked back into his eyes, and in their gazes, a mutual desire was overtly visible. 

Drops of water rolled down Geetha's forehead, over her nose, past the corners of her lips, and down to her chin.

He poked her navel again. 
"Aah......." she cried, gripping Bharat's hair tightly.

"Tell me, Miss, have you ever got your navel licked?" 

Unable to speak, she simply shook her head sideways.

He pressed his full hand into her navel and pulled her back, his body deeply wedged between her buttocks. The base of his hardon was almost touching her anal cleft. Both their hearts pounded in a frantic rhythm. The shivering from the cold lessened, replaced by an intense heat that consumed them. Even though they were in the middle of a forest, they felt as if they were within four walls, lost in the sensation. The sun was getting hotter, the coolness in the air rapidly decreasing.

"Bh.... Bharat," Geetha finally managed.

"Ha.... Miss."

"Step back and stand."

"But Miss."

"Puppy, you must listen to me."

He stepped back, his body releasing from between her buttocks. Its tip, however, still rubbed against her right buttock. Geetha's body calmed slightly. She could understand his situation, realizing there was nothing she could do.

"I thought you'd buy something without sleeves, Miss."

"Why?"

"Miss, I told you right?."

"Ugh...."

He clasped her waist with both hands, and a thrill shot through Geetha. She was eager, anticipating his next move.

“Did you know, Miss, there’s a birthmark on your back?” Bharath’s voice was a low murmur.

A shock ran through Geetha, a tingling sensation that made her shiver. “What are you looking at, you? Does anyone look at a teacher’s birthmarks?” she chided, though a playful smile tugged at her lips.

“Miss, I like it,” he simply stated.

She playfully smacked him on the head. “Naughty fellow, you shouldn’t say that.”

He leaned in, kissing the delicate curve of her neck. A soft hum escaped Geetha’s lips.

“Miss, can I just kiss it there, Miss?” he asked, his voice laced with a gentle plea.

“Ah, what is this? 

I want him to kiss me all over now.”

Geetha remained silent, her unspoken consent hanging in the air. Taking her silence as a cue, he moved back, bending down. His warm lips found the birthmark on her back, his tongue tracing it. A jolt went through Geetha’s body as his lips pressed against her, and she swayed, fluid and yielding, like a snake. He held her waist, steadying her.

“Iss…” she gasped softly.

He came closer, hugging her again, his lips brushing the skin below her ear. “Thanks, Miss.”

“Hmm…” Geetha murmured, her breath catching in her throat.

His right hand moved up to her neck, his index finger pressing gently below her throat, then slowly sliding downwards. Geetha found it hard to breathe, her breasts swelling with each shallow gasp. His finger continued its descent to her cleavage, then he kissed her neck, moving further, stopping just between her breasts.

“What else will he do? 

Oh no, I’m scared. 

Geetha, you’re stuck now.”

He paused in the valley between her soft mounds.

“Miss,” Bharath whispered.

At his call, Geetha gasped for air, her voice a soft whisper. “Huh…”

“Yesterday you lost, and I won,” he reminded her, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“Oh,” she replied, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

“So, should I tell you what I want?”

“Ha…”

“But you shouldn’t break your promise.”

“Aha… he’s going to ask for a lip kiss, and I can’t refuse. Geetha turned her neck, offering her lips as if in anticipation of his kiss, her gaze meeting his with a dreamy intensity.”

“Puppy, you can kiss me when no one’s around, I won’t say anything…” she said huskily, bringing her lips even closer.

Bharath, however, averted his gaze, unable to meet her eyes. Immediately, a wave of panic washed over Geetha. She sensed he was about to ask for something unexpected, and her heart began to race.

“Miss, I want your…”

“Bh…” Geetha began, but before she could finish her sentence, Bharath interjected.

“I want to touch your boobs.”

Geetha was stunned. Bharath immediately squeezed her waist with his left hand. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, a soft moan escaping her lips, “Mmm… hh.”

“Miss, I like your boobs,” Bharath confessed, his voice thick with desire.

“Bharath, it’s…”

His index finger in her cleavage brushed her mangalasutra aside, then touched her left nipple through her dress. A storm of sensation spread through her body. She leaned back again, twisting onto his lap. He lightly pressed his finger on it, and another storm ignited within her. Geetha gripped his head with her hands, a deep moan escaping her.
“Aaahh…”

He gently stroked her nipple, as light as a bird’s feather. She exhaled heavily, moaning passionately. “Ahh… Mmm.”

He kissed her right earlobe. “Miss, do you know how beautiful your voice is? Can you say it a little louder, please?” He poked her left nipple.

“Aaahh… Bharath…” she screamed loudly, a raw cry of pleasure.

That inflamed Bharath’s desire. He pressed his arousal into her buttocks again, beginning to rub up and down. Geetha felt as if she were floating, suspended between air and water. 

He removed his finger, and suddenly, her body felt heavy. He immediately grabbed her nipple through her dress with two fingers. A thrill shot through her thighs. She lifted her right leg, rubbing thigh against thigh, and moaned.

“Iss… Bh…” she writhed, unable to bear the intense pleasure.

He bit her neck with his lips, held it with his index and middle fingers, and stroked it with his thumb. Unable to control herself, she immediately turned back, brought Bharath’s face in front of hers, and pressed her lips against his.

Geetha was panting, her warm breath caressing his chin. He touched her chin with his right hand and clasped her waist with his left. “Miss,” he whispered.

Her breasts heaved as she panted. He looked at them once, then met her eyes.

“Huh… You just learn to kiss,” she teased, her voice husky.

“Hmm…”

“Go on.”

Looking at her flushed face, their two moist bodies embraced. Geetha’s dress clung completely to Bharath’s arms, and her soft, creamy mounds pressed and crushed against his firm chest. He took her lips. As Geetha gasped and took his lips, she sucked on his upper lip, drawing in air. Saliva dripped onto her lower lip, and he sucked it up. They put their mouths together again and began to kiss.

Bharath lowered both hands down her back, pressing her hips high on both buttocks. He released the kiss, moaning, “Mmm… Hah… hh.” He joined their lips again. Geetha grabbed Bharath’s head and began to suck. The muscles of their mouths stretched as they fiercely smooch each other’s lips. With the wetness, it was hard to tell the difference between saliva and water. When their lips parted, a “slurp slurp” sound filled the air.

He clasped Geetha’s hips fully in both palms, unable to control his desire for their softness, and squeezed. She released his lips, buried her face in Bharath’s neck, and screamed, “Aaahh…”

“Ahh, Miss, how are you so soft?” he whispered, his voice full of wonder. He squeezed her fully with four fingers on her back and his thumb in the front.

“Aaahh… Don’t do that, you,” she moaned, though her body betrayed her words.

He brought one hand up to Geetha’s face and drew her lips into another kiss. “Mmmmm… Mmmmm.”

Moaning in the kiss, she climbed onto Bharath. Suddenly, his arousal was crushed beneath Geetha’s navel. Her thighs pressed between his, and her petals felt a delicious tingle. She herself pressed the connection of her legs against his erection.
“Ammmmmm…”

“Hahh… We’ll fall, Miss,” he murmured, a hint of concern in his voice.

Without stopping, she resumed her assault on Bharath’s lips as usual. Passionately, she began to give Bharath a deep kiss without letting him speak. Bharath held her cheek and gently stopped her. 

They looked into each other’s eyes, Geetha’s wet curls falling on his face, soaking him. Both were breathing through their mouths, their chests pressed against each other, feeling the rapid rhythm of each other’s heartbeats.

“Miss… get down,” he said, his voice a little strained.

She put her feet down. Her thighs began to press against Bharath’s thighs. Bharath’s organ bent and rubbed against her right thigh, poking her. He ran his fingers through all of Geetha’s curls, pulled them back, held her neck, opened his lips on her chin, and bit her.

“Hmm…” she whimpered softly.

His tongue kissed her lips and below her chin, going down past her neck and kissing between her shoulder blades. Her fingers behind his head cooperated, urging him on. He moved to the right, kissing her shoulder and continuing his descent. He kissed her boob through her dress.

“What, he’s going down? Oh no.”

Geetha grabbed Bharath’s hair, pulled him up, and offered her lips. He held Geetha’s neck with his right hand to stop her.

“Miss,” he whispered.

He kissed Geetha’s left cheek, then turned her face and kissed her right cheek. As she stopped him and looked directly into his eyes, he poked his tongue between her red lips. 

Opening her mouth, she took it in, pressed tongue against Geetha’s upper lip, and she took Bharath’s lower lip and fiercely sucked it.

“Umm, Miss, please don’t stop now, I feel like kissing your lips a lot more,” he murmured against her mouth.

“Huh… Bharath, you’re eating my lips,” she gasped playfully.

He held Geetha’s face with both hands and looked at her piteously. “Miss, do you feel like it’s enough?”

“No.”

He pressed his lips for a moment and then released them. But Geetha, in her desire, pulled her head back, offering her lower lip. He wrapped his left hand around her back and passionately began to kiss her lips. 

Without a break, for a few minutes, they sucked each other’s lips, occasionally taking breaths, letting their breath and tongues touch, and exchanging saliva.

“I never even did this with Gautham. 

Bharath gotten me so used to him. ”

Stopping for a moment, and taking a breath, Bharath was kissing Geetha’s neck when she took his hand and led him out of the water.

Bharath followed, docile as a puppy. 

When Geetha gestured towards a comfortable rock, he settled onto it. His gaze inadvertently dropped, catching the undeniable outline of Geetha's vagina beneath her thin fabric. The soft folds of flesh between her thighs, bisected by a slender line, sent a jolt through him, his penis stirring to life. Geetha, observing his reaction, felt a tremor of arousal herself.

She sat on him, straddling Bharath’s thighs, her warmth pressing against his burgeoning erection. A sensation of weightlessness enveloped Bharath as a delicate tremor ran through him, his penis straining forward. With that gentle pressure, Geetha’s tingling vagina released a warm, involuntary stream. The unexpected sensation sent a storm through her, her body quivering in response.

Biting her lip, Geetha struggled to meet his eyes before burying her face in the crook of his neck. She shifted her thighs, their intimate parts brushing.

"Aahh..." Geetha murmured.

"Miss..." Bharath breathed.

Geetha framed his face with her hands, pushing back his hair with her right, and kissed his cheek. "I brought you here because I thought we might fall into the water there."

"Hmm," Bharath responded.

"Hold my waist," she instructed.

As Bharath’s hands glided along the curve of her waist, Geetha closed her eyes, her neck arching in comfortable surrender. The sight ignited a boundless lust within him, an electric current shooting through his penis. It pulsed, pressing insistently between her thighs. He couldn't help but wonder, What would my situation be without a dress?

"Ahh... Bharath," Geetha whispered, "hold me a little lower."

As his fingers caressed her waist, sliding lower, Geetha swayed, pliant as a snake. 

He gently squeezed her hips, a tremor running through him that he couldn't suppress. He kneaded her again, and Geetha's nerves tingled.

"Ahh...nn..." she moaned, a sweet sound of desire escaping her lips.

"Don't press hard!" she whispered, though her body betrayed a different longing.

He mumbled, "Sorry, Miss."

With a sudden, passionate longing, she lifted his face, bringing their lips together. The kiss deepened as she slowly swayed her waist, a bud blossoming within her, seeking relief. 

Bharat felt himself float, lost in the clouds as Geetha took complete control.

Her moans mingled with the fervent kisses, and soon, Bharat found himself moaning too.

"Hajj..." she breathed.

"Miss, your lips, umm..." he managed to say, his voice thick with emotion.

"Sway my waist!" she commanded softly.

He gripped her, moving her back and forth, following her silent lead.

"Ahh... just like that," she sighed, a sound of pure contentment.

"Ooh-huh," was all Bharat could manage in return, completely enthralled.


Water, clinging to their clothes, acted as a conduit, intensifying the friction between them. Geetha’s warmth, her very essence, began to seep through the fabric, creating a warm, damp space between their thighs. Bharat, driven to the brink, felt his erection pressed hard against, as Geetha, seated in his lap, began to move.

She twisted, a sinuous dance in his embrace, her lips locked with his. With each sway, her body ignited, and a potent wave of lust surged, filling the space between their thighs. He became intoxicated, reduced to a desperate child, tormented by an insatiable craving.
His erection felt as if it were cleaving her very core, the heat radiating from him now warming her thighs. Suddenly, her weight shifted, settling against his waist.

Bharat, responding to her unspoken command, lifted his lips from hers and began to trail kisses down her neck. Her fingers tangled in his hair, a desperate, crushing grip.

Inch by inch, Bharat’s lips descended. Past the soft curve of her throat, over the delicate prominence of her collarbones, past the inviting hollow of her cleavage. He reached the valley between her two soft mounds, and then, with a sudden, deliberate motion, pressed his lips to the swell of her left breast. Geetha felt a jolt, a dizzying flutter. He kissed her again.

“What is he doing? I didn’t expect this.”

After two lingering kisses on the soft curve of her breast, he moved an inch above her nipple, his lips finding purchase even through her dress. Geetha winced.

“Ah…” she gasped.

As he kissed near her nipple, her mangalsutra became an insistent barrier. Gradually, Bharat, fueled by an intensifying desire, tightened his grip on Geetha’s waist. A liquid warmth bloomed between her thighs. Lost in the intoxicating tide of Bharat’s kisses, lustful moans escaped her, involuntary whispers.

With a gentle nudge of his nose, he pushed the mangalsutra aside, settling it in the center. Then, with painstaking patience, he began to kiss all around her nipple.

“Uh… Bharat, what are you doing?” she murmured, a breathy plea.

He licked her breast through the wet fabric of her dress. Her soft flesh jiggled beneath his ministrations.

“Ah… ah… mm,” she moaned, a soft, involuntary sound of pleasure.

He pursed his lips, then, with raw hunger, took her wet cotton covered nipple fully into his mouth.

Geetha’s heart thrummed, a frantic drum against her ribs.

“No, this is going somewhere can I control. 

I have to stop this. 

Or I won’t be able to control myself.”

When his lips closed around her nipple, now distinct beneath her dress, and he drew her in with a passionate kiss, Geetha surged in his lap.

“Aaa… No…” she cried out, a mix of surrender and desperation.


His tongue found her, and a jolt went through Geetha, her nerves tingling as a sudden rush of warmth overflowed, gushing like a fountain. Bharat's erection pressed hotly between her legs, and as he worked his magic on her boob, she felt a dizzying weightlessness, her eyes rolling back in pure sensation. He held her waist, a steady rhythm pushing her back and forth, his tongue swirling around her nipple.

"Ahh… Bharat, stop," Geetha whispered, a plea lost in the rising tide of his desire.

Bharat was oblivious, the fluids in his erection on the verge of bursting. He continued licking her soft, dumpling-like breast, even through her dress, saliva clinging to the fabric around her. His hands, no longer still, yearned for more. 

With such beauty in his lap, what man could resist? He gently stroked his right hand upwards.

"Iss… Hah!" Geetha gasped. 

"Oh no, I can't do this. I thought it was just a kiss, 

but it feels like something more is about to happen."

"You puppy, that's enough, stop!" she exclaimed, a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Miss, umm…" Bharat mumbled, but he didn't stop. When he gently touched her breast from underneath with his hand, Geetha’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, a wave of sensation so intense he felt he could crush her in that moment. He kept swirling his tongue, and Geetha kept tingling. Just as it seemed things would escalate further, Geetha grabbed Bharat's hair, pulling his head back, bending his neck, and meeting his lips. They passionately licked each other's mouths, a fiery exchange.

Breaking the kiss, she stood up, pulling away without a moment's hesitation, frightened and ran into the cool embrace of the water.

"Miss, what happened?" Bharat called out, flustered and still wanting more.

"That's enough," she replied simply.

He followed her into the water, stepping in and taking her hand. Geetha stood still as he came closer, held her face, and asked, "Miss, did I not do it right?"

She smiled faintly. "No, it's nothing like that."

Looking down sadly, Bharat murmured, "Did I bother you?"

Geetha pulled Bharat closer and kissed his forehead. "Look," she said, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "It's okay, I want to swim for a while. You go change, and I'll come, then we can eat." In a few moments, Geetha had managed to quiet Bharat's unspoken questions and tempting desires.

"Okay, Miss… But…" he began.

"Hmm, tell me…" she prompted.

"Just one more kiss, I won't ask again."

"I'll give it to you when we go home, okay?”

"Hmm…" he conceded, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Geetha deliberately swam in wide circles, putting distance between herself and Bharath. 

When she finally decided she'd had enough solitude and turned back, Bharath nowhere to be found.

She craned her neck, searching, but he was nowhere in sight.

A sudden, chilling realization washed over her: she felt utterly alone in the vastness of the forest, and a cold dread began to settle in. "Bharath… are you there?" she yelled, her voice echoing.

From behind a rock ahead, a voice responded, "Yes, Miss, I'm here. Don't be scared."

A wave of relief washed over her, and she exhaled slowly. Three seconds later, Bharath came.

"Where did you go?" Geetha asked.

"Toilet, Miss," Bharath replied.

"You should have told me before going!" she exclaimed, slowly wading out of the water.

Bharath walked to his bag, pulled out a towel, and began drying his head and body. 

Geetha stepped out, her clothes clinging to her wet form, and stood in the sun, shaking her hair. Bharath paused, his gaze fixed on her. As drops of water trickled down her fair, soft thighs, he swallowed hard.

"Give me my towel too," Geetha prompted.

He remained frozen, staring.

"Hey, what happened?" Geetha pressed.

Snapping out of his trance, he quickly and nervously retrieved Geetha's towel and handed it to her. She took it, wrapping it around herself.

"I told you to change your clothes and get lunch out, didn't I?" Geetha reminded him.

"That, Miss…" Bharath stammered.

Geetha walked closer, grabbed his shoulder, and turned him around. "Turn around, I'll dry you. Why didn't you dry your own back first?" She took the towel from his hand and began drying Bharath's back. "Okay… turn and sit down. If you turn back, I'll kill you."

He chuckled softly.

Bharat's query, "Why, Miss?" was met with a playful admonition from Geetha. 

"Hey, you're getting too cheeky. Close your eyes and don't turn this way until I tell you to."

As Bharat unexpectedly turned, Geetha's hands, which had been resting on his back, now landed squarely on his chest. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to her cool touch. He met her gaze with a knowing smile. "Miss, should I wipe you?" he teased.

"Oye... I'll hit you," she retorted, though a soft giggle escaped him.

Her fingers idly traced patterns on his chest, and Bharat involuntarily tensed. Geetha found her gaze fixated there. A thought, both daring and thrilling, flickered through her mind: Ah... if I hug him now, who knows what will happen again.

Below, Bharat's shorts began to stir, a movement Geetha did not miss. Ss... he's getting excited just by my touch, she observed, a ripple of awareness passing through her.

"Miss..." Bharat began, his voice a low murmur.

Jolted back to reality, Geetha quickly moved past him, retrieved her bag, and returned. 

"Turn around," she instructed, and he complied instantly, presenting his back to her.

In her hand, Geetha clutched her innerwear, a wave of shyness washing over her. The impending task of shedding her swimsuit so openly, however fleetingly, and then donning her clothes, felt suddenly daunting. Bharat remained still, eyes closed, a silent, patient presence.


A nervous tremor ran through Gita as she met Bharat's gaze, a hesitant "Hey..." escaping her lips. Bharat's soft chuckle filled the air as he responded, "Yes, Miss?"

Gita's fingers fidgeted with her dress strap, her voice barely a whisper, "No one will come, right?"

"Miss..." Bharat began, his voice reassuring.

"Hmm?" she prompted, her eyes still searching.

"I told you," he reiterated, "no one will come, no one will see. Change your clothes quickly."

As if on cue, Bharat’s words seemed to release a hidden tension within her. Her left shoulder strap slid down, followed by the right. A momentary flash of modesty prompted her to dbang the towel around herself. With a quick glance around, her right hand moved under the towel, deftly guiding the dress down to her waist. It swayed, then slipped, pooling around her knees before settling at her feet. In a swift motion, she tightened the towel, securing it snugly around her soft breasts.

"Miss, did you take off your dress?" Bharat's voice was a quiet inquiry.

Gita, now holding her panties in her hand, picked up the discarded dress and set it aside. "Yes, I did," she confirmed.

A peculiar question then fell from Bharat's lips. "Miss, have you ever been without clothes in an open place like this, I mean, without even that towel?"

Gita's brow furrowed, her right eye narrowing as she regarded him with a strange expression. "Why did you ask that?" she challenged.

"Miss," Bharat urged softly, "try that just once. Just see yourself in those waters without any clothes on."

Geetha couldn't make sense of his words. A wave of shame washed over her. How could she look at herself naked in the water, when she could have simply done so in the privacy of her home?

"Miss, my eyes are closed. Just look once, see your beauty," Bharat insisted.

"Hey kid, stay a kid. Do you even know what you're saying?" Geetha retorted, a mix of exasperation and amusement in her voice.

"Okay, as you wish. Change quickly, I'm hungry," he conceded.

“He’s saying... but could he actually see? Ugh, I feel shy”, she thought, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions.”

She began to loosen her towel, preparing to put on her bra.

"Bharat..." Geetha began.

"Oh, Miss, are you done?" he asked.

"No, you stay like that..." she threatened playfully.

With a sudden decision, she let the towel drop. Her naked reflection shimmered in the water. An intense wave of goosebumps erupted across Geetha's body, and a cool breeze brushed against her nipples, sending a shocking tingle through her. In a fleeting two seconds, her gaze swept over herself from head to toe before she quickly rewrapped the towel.

“I have no shame, what did I do? 

Why did I even do that?”

Moments later, her heart still fluttering, she nervously slipped on her bra and panties beneath the towel. She then approached Bharat, her eyes fixed on his face. He still had his eyes tightly, innocently closed. A small smile, almost imperceptible, played on his lips.

"Miss... how much longer?" Bharat murmured.

Smiling shyly, Geetha gently pinched his cheek. "Wait, don't you know women take time?"

She retrieved her clothes and quickly changed into a white top and leggings. She left her hair loose, securing it with a clip

"Ha, I'm done," she announced.

Bharat stood up and, without looking at Geetha, quickly dressed in chino pants and a white t-shirt. When he finally looked at her, the beauty that had intensely aroused him just moments ago now simply looked cute.

"Miss, you and I both wore white. Same pinch," Bharat declared, holding out his hand.

Geetha extended her hand and firmly pinched Bharat's shoulder underneath.

"Ow... Miss, what did I say now?" he winced, rubbing the spot with a pout.

"You're the one who said 'pinch,' that's why..." she chuckled.

"Oh, I didn't know..." he admitted.

"Hmm, you said you were hungry, shall we eat?" Geetha asked.

"Let's eat," Bharat replied eagerly.

[Haran000]

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They rested on a stone platform, finding respite in the shade of a nearby mothuka tree. 


Geetha sat to Bharath’s right, her knees drawn up, hands clasped behind her head, eyes closed. Bharath, captivated, watched her lips.

“Miss, is the food okay?” he asked.

“It’s a hotel, anyway it’s fine,” Geetha replied, her eyes still shut.

“Miss, do you know about Ramya teacher and Ganesh sir’s affair?”

Geetha’s eyes flickered open, a flicker of surprise in their depths. “Hmm…”

“Miss, you saw me that day,” he continued, a note of earnestness in his voice. “I didn’t come on purpose; I came with Koushik. I really didn’t know before, Miss.”

“It’s okay, let it go,” she murmured.

Bharath edged closer, resting his face beneath Geetha’s hand. “Miss, did you think I was a bad boy?”

Geetha offered a small smile. “You’re not a bad boy, you’re a naughty boy…”

Somewhat hesitantly, Bharath’s hand found its way to Geetha’s waist. A silent acknowledgment passed between them; she liked his touch, and she wouldn’t object. He moved higher, resting his head on her right hand. Leaning close to her ear, he exhaled a soft, intoxicated “Uff,” and she stirred, a light laugh escaping her lips.

“Miss, how did it feel to be without clothes like that?”

Her face flushed with shyness, and she turned away, hiding her expression to the left. “Bharath, don’t ask me all that.”

“Tell me, Miss, did it feel like a new feeling?” he pressed.

“Uh…”

He gently held her chin, turning her face back towards him. Her eyes remained closed. “Miss, how is it today? Do you like this place?”

She opened her eyes, met his gaze, and nodded with a warm smile. “Miss, let’s come again sometime after Goutham comes.”

“Ha…”

“Miss, do you really like it, or are you just saying it for my sake because I’m asking?”

She took her left hand from beneath her head and placed it on Bharath’s right cheek. “No, it’s not like that, I really liked it. Okay?”

“Uh…”

“Shall we go now? We still have to go home, it’s getting late, it’s already past one o’clock.”

“Miss, let’s stay a little longer.”

“What else will you do staying here?”

“Just for a bit.”

“Miss, what did you pray yesterday?” Bharath asked, changing the subject.

“Ah!… When will my Goutham come back from Canada? How will these two more years pass, I wonder.”

“Why like that, Miss?”

A hint of delight touched Geetha’s features. Bharath noticed, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Tell me, Miss?”

“You tell me what it is?” she countered playfully.

Bharath chuckled at her unexpected delight. “Why are you laughing, boy?” she asked, a mock-stern tone in her voice.

“Miss, it’s not me, you’re the really naughty one.”

“Naughty fellow, it’s not like that, dear.”

“Then what is it, Miss?”

“What after marriage?”

“First night.”

She playfully hit Bharath’s face, a mischievous smile gracing her lips. “Tch, naughty fellow, not that, children I mean…” Her face flushed with shyness, and she turned away.

“Oh yes, I forgot, yes Miss, why don’t you have children yet?”

“Well, he’s in abroad, right? After he comes back.”

“Oh ho…”

“Okay, then what did you wish for?”

“Miss, you shouldn’t scold me too much.”

“Tell me first.”

“I told you in the car yesterday, right? I want a girlfriend like you, ha ha ha…” He couldn’t stop laughing as he said that, pulling away from her.

Geetha, though shy, feigned anger and pinched him again. “Come here…”

“Oh no, I won’t come, you’ll hit me.”

“Hey, I won’t say anything, come.”

He slowly returned to her side, and Geetha moved a little closer. Bharath buried his face under her neck, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her presence.

“Didn’t you wish to study?” she asked.

“Uh-uh… Studying, if I study, it will come, Miss, but a girlfriend like you won’t come, right?”He laughed again.

She playfully hit him on the head. “Ah… You said you wouldn’t hit me.”

“Let’s go now.”

“Miss, you smell good.”

“I know, the puppy says the same thing.”

“Ha ha…”

“Miss, you said you made snacks, what did you make?” Bharath asked.

“I made biscuits.”

Bharath got up, retrieved the bag, and opened the packet. Inside were small, homemade biscuits. He took two and munched on them. They were slightly sweet and crunchy. “What kind of biscuits are these, Miss? How did you make them?”

“I made them with wheat flour, my mother taught me. Are they good?”

“They’re very good. Here, you take some.”

They shared a few biscuits before beginning their descent.

“Bharath, you should take another bath when you get home, okay? No matter how the water was, it’s better to take a bath when you get home, because these days you don’t even know where some diseases are coming from.”

“Yes, Miss, after Corona, this fear has increased.”

“Hmm… Yes.”

“Miss, was your marriage before or after the lockdown?”

“My father met Goutham before the lockdown, then the wedding arrangements happened. Initially, I couldn’t talk to him due to shyness, but during the lockdown, I used to talk on the phone. He lost his job during the lockdown. My family was hesitant about the marriage. Then, after he got a job as a manager, and our wedding happened in May.”

“Oh…”

Geetha looked up at the clouds.

With a small smile, his gaze fixed on the water, Bharath said, “Miss, if you got married before the lockdown, since you and sir were living together, you would have had children by now, right?”

“Hmm, yes…” She was suddenly stunned.

Bharath chuckled. With a playful pout, she pinched his shoulder with feigned anger. “Ash… Ha ha ha…”

“You have no manners, why do you blurt out whatever comes to your mind, you little thief, why are you interested in adult talk?”

“Oops, sorry Miss, I just felt like saying it.”

“Eat now, let’s go. I’ll tell your mother that you’re talking like this already.”

“Oh no, don’t, Miss. I won’t say anything else.”


After a few minutes, they resumed their slow descent, stopping occasionally to finish the biscuits. Geetha suddenly halted. “Stop, Bharath, for a few minutes…” she panted, her breath coming in short gasps.

She sat on a nearby rock, Bharath joining her. She took a long drink of water. “Oh, I didn’t feel it in the morning cold. Now it feels more.”

“Ha… It’s nothing, we’ve already covered more than half the distance, haven’t we, Miss? Just a little more.”

“Hmm… Let’s sit for a bit.”

They rested until Geetha felt better, then rose and continued walking. Bharath walked a little behind her, his gaze lingering on Geetha’s buttocks.

“My legs might ache when I get home,” she remarked.

“I’ll massage them, Miss,” he offered.

She playfully swatted his hand behind her back. “Naughty fellow, that’s enough, forget what happened this morning.”

He moved closer, his face near her shoulder. “What happened this morning, Miss?”

“Hey, you’re acting too much…” She pushed him away.

“Tell me, Miss, what happened?”

Geetha looked forward, a blush creeping up her neck, and laughed. “Go away, all your mischief.”

“What is mischief, Miss?”

“Will you stop now?”

“Oh, tell me, Miss, what is mischief? I don’t know.”

She stopped walking. Bharath turned towards her, laughing. Staring intently at Geetha’s lips, he repeated, “Tell me, Miss.”

“What you did this morning.” She pouted and swayed her hips as she walked away. 

Bharath laughed and followed her.

Upon reaching the car, they placed their bags inside and drove to Subhash’s house. There, they met Bharath’s aunt and cousin sister, spending over an hour as his aunt offered them tea. Finally, they departed for home at 5:30 PM.

-


The twilight deepened, and a cool breeze swept through the quiet street as Vimala sat in front her house, her hands busy oiling Jatin's hair. 

Across the way, a car slowed to a halt in front of Geeta's house. Bharat got out, opening the gate, and Geeta skillfully maneuvered the car into the driveway. As the headlights dimmed, Vimala, her curiosity piqued, approached the compound wall, a figure in the dimming light.

“Hey Bharat, where did you go?” Vimala’s voice cut through the stillness. “It’s past eight. Where did Geeta meet you?”

Geeta, adjusting her dupatta around her neck, felt a familiar wave of anxiety. What barrage of questions would Vimala unleash now? She opened the car door and stepped out, only to be met by Vimala’s wide, grinning welcome.

“We went to our village for Shivaratri, my family and Geetha miss, met my relatives,,” Bharat rattled off, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Miss said she had some work at her house, so I came this far. Hehe.”

Geeta was stunned. Bharat’s quick wit and seamless lie left her speechless.

“Yes, Akka, it was very good there,” Geeta managed to stammer, playing along. “We even trekked up a hill. It felt really nice.”

“Oh... so it was a good day then,” Vimala mused, her smile unwavering.

“Yeah…” Geeta offered, a sigh of relief escaping her as she turned to unlock her house. Once inside, she called out, “Bharat, take that bag and put it on the table inside.”

Bharat, with a small, triumphant smile, slipped away from Vimala’s inquisitive gaze. He retrieved the bags from the car and carried them inside.

“Take both our clothes and put them in the washing machine,” Geeta instructed.

“Why mine, Miss?” Bharat asked, surprised.

“Just put them,” Geeta replied, her tone firm but gentle. “Why should your mother wash them again when you go home? Eat here and then leave; that’s why I bought some eggs in the middle. They’ll also get dry by the time you eat.”

Bharat nodded silently, beginning to empty the bags, setting one aside. As his fingers brushed against a certain cover within, Geeta’s hand shot out, snatching it away. Bharat stared, bewildered by her sudden action.

“What happened, Miss?” he asked.

“Nothing. Go put those in the machine. I’ll come and turn it on.”

Bharat, still puzzled, carried the clothes away. Geeta, a blush creeping up her neck, clutched the cover, her eyes following Bharat until he was out of sight, past the bedroom.

“Uff... it has a bra and panty in it. 

Oh, I should have checked earlier.”

Bharat deposited the clothes in the machine, washed his hands at the basin, and settled onto the sofa. Meanwhile, Geeta, having added her hidden items to the wash, called out, “Bharat, come here?”

He appeared at the wall, a questioning look on his face. “What is it, Miss?”

“You have another dress, right?”

“Yes, it’s in the bag.”

“Okay, take this off too, put it in there, and go take a bath.”

“Okay, Miss…” he murmured, heading into the hall, retrieving a towel and a fresh set of clothes from his bag.

As he was about to enter the bedroom, Geeta’s voice stopped him. “Take it off and give it to me before you go.”

“Miss, I’ll take it off and bring it,” he demurred.

“Take it off here and go. You did in the morning, why are you shy now?”

Bharat, began to unbutton his shirt and slide down his pants. He handed them to Geeta. 

Wanting to prolong the tease, he started to pull down his underwear when Geeta’s nervous yell, “Hey, stupid!” stopped him short. He chuckled.

“You told me to take it off here and give it to you, didn’t you?” he challenged playfully.

“So you’d take that off too, shameless boy? Go to the bathroom…” she retorted, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement.

He laughed, wrapped the towel around himself, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Inside, the warm spray of the shower enveloped him, a luxurious sensation he rarely experienced. He felt refreshed, elated. He washed his underwear, then emerged, towel-clad, holding his underwear, and found Geeta sitting in the hall.

“Miss, where should I dry this?” he asked, holding up his damp underwear.

Geeta, exasperated, clutched her head. “There are hangers outside, go. Why are you coming to me holding that, stupid?”

He hung it outside and returned to the bedroom, slipping on shorts and a t-shirt. As he re-entered the hall, Geeta’s gaze immediately landed on him.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come here wearing shorts? This isn’t your house.”

“Miss, you told me to change my clothes, and this is all I have. So I wore it. Now you’re scolding me,” he said, his face falling into a sulk as he sat beside her.

“I’m not scolding you. I told you that day, and you’re making me repeat it, that’s all.”

“This is the last time, okay?” he promised. 

He thought, She’s saying this just for shorts. If I tell her I’m not wearing underwear inside, she’ll just sit there silently. What can I do?

“Okay, I’ll also put the clothes to dry, take a bath, and come cook. You sit quietly and watch TV. If anyone comes, tell them,” Geeta instructed.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on her. Geeta gathered the wet clothes from the washing machine, hung them outside, then went into the bedroom. She emerged later, refreshed, a sky-blue cotton saree dbangd elegantly, her hair pulled into a neat bun, and headed for the kitchen.

Bharat called his home, informing them he’d be eating at Geeta’s. Moments later, Gautam’s video call interrupted his thoughts.

“Hello, sir, how are you?” Bharat greeted him.

“Oh, Bharat, why did you pick up? Haven’t you gone home yet?” Gautam asked.

“Teachers phone has been with me since morning. Miss asked me to have dinner here, that’s why.”

“Oh, what special is Madam making then?” Gautam chuckled.

“Eggs.”

“Wow, she’s making you stay as if she’s cooking biryani. Give the phone to her.”

Bharat walked to the kitchen, handing the phone to Geeta, who was busy chopping onions. She took the phone, her hand still holding the knife.

“Did you eat?” she asked Gautam.

“Not yet. Why does Madam look so fresh?”

“I took a bath after I came earlier. I was about to call you after cooking, but you called in the meantime.”

As Geeta spoke, Bharat reached for an onion and the knife, intending to help. Geeta gently held his hand, stopping him. “I’ll cut them. You go sit there…” she said, and he reluctantly left.

“What did you see? What did you do there?” Gautam’s voice came through the phone.

“Yes, it was very good, but climbing was a bit difficult, a bit far,” Geeta replied, her focus on the onions. Suddenly, switched video call to audio, and continued her conversation with the phone pressed to her ear, deftly chopping onions and chilies. 

From the hall, Bharat, engrossed in the television, found his gaze repeatedly drawn to the kitchen, though Geetha remained out of sight. His earlier plan to stay close to her while she prepared dinner hadn't materialized.

"That's it," Geetha was saying into the phone, "we drank tea at her aunt's house and returned."

"So he saw you in that dress," Gautam’s voice crackled through the receiver. "Did he say anything?"

"He kissed me."

"What, again?" Gautam’s shock was evident.

"What is it with you, dear?" Geetha’s voice held a note of exasperation. "You know how uncomfortable and embarrassed I felt being like that in front of him."

"Hey, tell me," Gautam pressed, "did he really kiss you?"

"No, I was just kidding."

"Oh, okay," Gautam said, a sigh of relief in his voice. "Geetha, I also want to see you like that."

Geetha chuckled. "Oh, you will. You'll see and do things too."

"Hmm…" Gautam paused. "By the way, it's past nine. When will you eat, and when will Bharat go home?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm cooking fast. It might be ten by the time we eat. How will he go tonight? Should I tell him to sleep here and leave tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, tell him to sleep here," Gautam said without hesitation. "What's the point of him walking home so late at night?"

A pang of discomfort shot through Geetha. Gautam didn’t know what Bharat had done that morning. "No, it's not that. Why would he stay with me?"

"It's nothing. Tell him to stay here tonight. If something happens to him walking so late, it'll be a problem for us too."

"Hmm… I'll see."

"Call him, I'll ask him to stay."

"I'll tell him, dear. I'll call after eating, okay? Hmm." Geetha ended the call, set out plates, and filled a water bottle. The rice was already done. She began the curry, and once the tempering was complete, she cracked the eggs, stirred them in, and put on the lid.

"Bharat, come and take these plates and the bottle," Geetha called out.

Bharat appeared, taking the two plates and the bottle. He placed them on the dining table, then returned, switched off the rice cooker, and, using a cloth, carried the hot pot to the table.

"Miss, is it ready? I'm hungry," Bharat said.

"Me too, dear," Geetha replied. "The curry needs to cook a little more. Wait five minutes. Go sit. I'll bring it."

"Miss, I wouldn’t take a bath, even though you asked me to," Bharat began. "Because of me, you were late taking a bath. When should I go home?"

"It's okay. Stay a little longer. Eat and then leave."

A few minutes later, they were both eating and talking. Geetha couldn’t shake Gautam’s words. She found herself silently debating why she was so against Bharat staying, her thoughts circling back to the morning's events. Bharat isn't a small child, he'll manage to go home somehow, right?

Just then, Geetha’s phone rang. It was Bharat’s mother.

"Hello…" Geetha answered.

"What happened? He hasn't come yet," Sushila said.

"The cooking got delayed."

"Is that so? Okay."

“What he said also seems okay. It'll be fine if Bharat leaves in the morning.” Geetha’s internal monologue shifted.

"Well… Bharat will sleep here, and he'll come tomorrow morning. I don't want to send him so late at night."

"Oh, why?" Sushila sounded surprised. "He'll come, it's nothing."

"I don't know, we were out and about today."

"Alright, it's your wish, dear," Sushila conceded.

After the call, Geetha turned to Bharat. "You stay here tonight and leave in the morning. I told your mother too, and she said it's fine."

Bharat was taken aback. What, so suddenly? he thought. "But Miss, why? I'll go."

"No need. It's so late at night, and you've been out all day."

He didn't argue further. They finished eating. Geetha, eager to complete the chores, washed the plates. Bharat, however, was secretly thrilled at the prospect of sleeping next to his teacher again. Then he remembered Geetha had promised him another kiss after he went home in the morning. A flicker of fear ran through him—what would she say if he asked now?

Geetha finished her chores, washed her hands, and came to sit beside him. She picked up the TV remote and switched it off. Bharat looked at her.

"That's enough, go to sleep," she said softly. "Aren't you sleepy?"

He moved a little closer, resting his head on Geetha's shoulder. For some reason, I want what happened this morning to happen again. It's also cold in the house.

"Miss, tomorrow's a holiday too, so I want to watch a movie," Bharat said.

"No movies, nothing. You need to study. We went out today, and you said you'd study from tomorrow, right?"

"Not from tomorrow, from the day after tomorrow."

"Even so, you need to sleep. It's already late."




They both settled onto the bed, Bharat to Geetha’s right. A single large blanket covered them, a familiar comfort for Geetha, but for Bharat, it felt like a twist of fate, a stroke of luck that he was once again sleeping beside her.

Geetha waited, her thoughts lingering on Gautam's promised call. Beside her, Bharat was lost in the glow of her phone, chuckling at Instagram reels. Geetha, too, found herself drawn into the scrolling laughter. The clock ticked past eleven, but Gautam’s call never came. With a sigh, Geetha gently took her phone back from Bharat.

"Miss, I can't sleep. What happened?" Bharat murmured, his voice a soft query in the quiet room.

"It's not necessary. Just go to sleep. You'll drain the battery staring at it like that. I'm sleepy, and you should be too." Geetha replied, her voice gentle but firm.

Bharat turned his face towards her, and Geetha switched off the lights, plunging the room into near darkness. Only a sliver of streetlight filtered through the window, casting faint shadows. The blanket was pulled up to their waists, yet neither had closed their eyes.

"Miss…" Bharat whispered, breaking the silence.

"Hey, I told you to sleep, didn't I?" Geetha responded, a hint of impatience in her tone.

"Ugh, I really can't sleep, Miss."

"It's nothing, just close your eyes; it'll come." Geetha's heart gave a slight flutter of anxiety. 

She knew, with an unsettling certainty, that at any moment he might draw closer, bury his face in her neck. And she knew, with equal certainty, that she wouldn’t be able to resist.

"Miss, currently you live alone, right? What do you do at night?" Bharat asked, his voice low and curious.

"What's there to do? After you leave, I'll eat, then I’ll see what to teach you tomorrow. If he calls, I'll talk to him; sometimes he doesn't call. I'll watch TV for a while, then sleep."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Don't you watch videos?" He chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Geetha felt a blush creep up her neck, mixed with a surge of anger. She playfully swatted his shoulder.

"Stupid, I told you to forget that. If you say it again, I’ll kick you to home."

"Okay, okay, sorry, Miss."

"I thought you were innocent, but look how much you're talking and doing."

"What did I do, Miss?"

"You didn't do anything…" She playfully twisted his nose.

He moved closer. With only one blanket separating them, Bharat’s cold fingertips brushed against her elbow, sending a deeper chill through her body.

"Miss, when did you and Gautam sir have your first kiss?"

"Hey, why do you care? Go to sleep."

"Tell me, Miss, can't we talk about something?"

"Five days after our wedding."

"What? Miss, you didn't kiss on the first night?" Geetha was overcome with shyness at such a direct question. Unable to articulate her feelings, she simply dismissed his words.

"Didn't I tell you not to ask like that?"

"Why, Miss, are you shy?" he asked, laughing softly.

"Stop it."

"Really, when you get shy, you bite your lips, don't you? How beautiful you look then."

"Shut up."

"You're wondering how I know, right?"

"Yes."

"I saw you this morning, haha."

"Don't you sleep?"

"Miss, are you sleepy?"

"Yes, but I'm waiting for Gautam's call."

"Maybe sir won't call today, Miss."

"Maybe."

He gently placed his palm on Geetha's left cheek. An intoxicating warmth spread through her.

"Miss, I feel like talking. I want to smell you." As he spoke, he moved even closer, his knee brushing against Geetha’s leg.

“Is he doing this on purpose, 

or is it just happening? 

I don't understand.”

Geetha herself couldn't understand why she liked it when Bharat said such things. A strange shift was happening within her, a realization that this was, perhaps, what she truly desired. He edged closer, his lips hovering just in front of hers. A spark ignited in both their eyes. Geetha felt herself falter. Her left hand rose, resting on Bharat's shoulder, her thumb tracing small circles.

"Sleep, Bharat, why aren't you sleepy today?"

"Miss, I want to smell you." Bharat’s breath, warm and tempting, ghosted over her. She gave a slight push to his shoulder. As he stroked her cheek with his finger, a tingling sensation spread through Geetha. She remained silent. Bharat removed his hand from her face and lay back, looking up, offering no further explanation. He took her right hand and brought it up. Geetha placed it behind her head. Bharat moved down, placing his face beneath her hand, burying his nose in her armpit. Geetha shivered.

“What's wrong with me? 

Why am I agreeing to everything?”

"Miss, you smell so good."

"Don't talk. I don't understand how you like it at all."

"It's true, Miss, no matter how many times I tell you, you always say that." Drunk on her raw aroma, he rubbed his nose into her armpit. The nerves there tingled, and she bit her lower lip.

He brought his right hand over Geetha and touched her left waist, where her saree offered no covering. As Bharat’s cold fingers made contact, she shivered instantly, biting her lip and letting out a soft moan.

"Mmmm… Bharat."

"Oh… your waist is so smooth. I love your waist too, Miss." He gently rubbed his four fingers back and forth. Geetha’s initial chill transformed into a spreading warmth from his touch. A subtle urge began to stir within her. As Bharat inhaled her fragrance deeply and stretched his thumb to rub above her navel, Geetha’s breathing quickened, and her navel twitched with anticipation.

He stuck out his tongue into her armpit, licking the dampness of sweat on her blouse. 

Geetha instantly closed her eyes, shivered violently, and exhaled heavily.

"Huh…h"

He licked again.

"Mmm… Don't do that."

"Why, Miss?"

"It's my sweat. It's no good."

"No, Miss, it's good, I like it, Mmm." She shivered again. As Geetha moved, he tightened his grip on her waist and squeezed. Her body suddenly felt heavy.

"Aahh…" she groaned, a soft sound escaping her lips.

He released her waist. He looked up at Geetha’s face.

"Sorry, Miss."

"Come up."

He moved up and rested his head on Geetha's arm, and they both looked at each other in the dim light.

"Don't hold it like that."

"Miss, I didn't do it on purpose. When I touched your waist, you shivered, and it just happened.”

"Hmm."

"Miss, sorry."

"No, it's okay."

"Miss, can I touch you then?" Geetha’s cheeks flushed. In the dark, she could only hear Bharat's voice and see the gleam in his eyes.

"Miss…?"

"Hmm…" she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

He placed his palm on her navel, his fingers tracing the soft curve of her waist, stimulating her desires. His palm pressed directly on her navel through the saree. She closed her eyes in anticipation. Bharat bent down and placed his face in her neck, his lips brushing against her skin. She brought her left hand up and ran it through his hair.

"Ah…"

"You're so beautiful, Miss. Your smell is delicious, your waist is soft, your boobs are maddening…" he praised her without pausing, then gently bit her neck with his lips. 

Geetha swallowed, her lips trembling, and groaned sensually. "Mmm…"

He licked just below her neck.

"Mmm…"

As he traced his hand around her navel, Geetha's nerves trembled, and she shivered slightly. He moved the saree aside, covering her waist with his palm.

“Ah… what is he doing?”

In her ear, Bharat whispered, "Miss, can I smell you again?"

"Ya..…h," she let small gasp.

He went back down, kissed in her armpit, and rubbed her waist with his fingers, making Geetha shiver. The chill was replaced by warmth all over her body, especially between her thighs. Bharat inhaled deeply, slowly stroked her waist, and touched his thumb to her navel, hidden in the shadow of her saree pleats. She clenched both fists tightly, shivering as if electrocuted. Her breathing quickened, and her navel nerves twisted.

“Ah, I can't take it.”

His lips thickly brushed her armpit, then brought his index finger up to her waist, pressing it under the blouse strap on her boob. Like writing on paper with a pencil, he dragged his nail downwards. Geetha's life force rushed to her navel. She held her breath, her throat dry with anticipation, frozen, wondering what he would do next. He slid his finger down and pierced her navel, deep within the pleats. Her entire body swayed like a mermaid tail. She exhaled in one breath, her breath escaping through her mouth.

"Aah…h…"

She cried out softly and stretched her knees on the bed. He pressed his finger and started rotating it in circles.

"Ah… Bh… Bharat, Mmm…"

Bharat was lost in a trance. Rubbing his hardened manhood against Geetha’s side hip, caressing her navel with his finger, kissing her wet blouse underarm, he came up and kissed the curve next to her right boob. Geetha immediately pulled him up.

"Puppy, don't twist it like that, stop."

He rubbed his nose below Geetha’s chin. Exhaling, she moaned "Ssss."

"Miss, didn't you like it…?" he asked, pressing her navel. She shivered loudly, grabbed Bharat's head, and pulled him into her neck. He kissed her neck, while she continued to twist her finger.
"Hah…"

"Miss, how does it feel?"

"Mmm…" She closed her eyes and nodded.

"Hmm… tell me, Miss."

"Yes, it feels good."

"Really, Miss?"

"Mmmmmm…" she bit her lip.

He moved up and placed his face in front of hers, looking into her eyes.

"Miss, your waist is so soft, I want to kiss it." As his skin gently twisted around her navel, Geetha's navel nerves experienced small tremors. "Ah…"

Geetha released her grip on his hand, taking it as an unspoken agreement. He went down, moved the saree pleats aside, and blew on her exposed navel. Her entire body trembled with a small gust of wind.

He sat up once and turned on the light. The blanket wasn't on Geetha; she didn't even know when it had moved aside. Her navel then looked like a sugar well in the middle of a misty island. With the enthusiasm, longing, and eagerness of someone who had crossed oceans to plunder that sugar, he eagerly bent down and kissed her navel. The thunderbolt born there struck her honey pot below, past the clouds. "Aah… Ff…"

He gave another kiss. She put her left hand on the bed and pressed it, and with her right hand, she tightly gripped Bharat's left shoulder. Geetha's entire body was trembling, and Bharat could feel it against her waist through his lips. Geetha bent her right leg and placed it over the other, pressing her thighs together. Her wetness began.

"Miss, do you know how soft you are? Mmm…" He kissed below her navel. She twisted slightly.

Bharat put his legs on either side of Geetha's thighs, sat down so his face was above her waist, and bent forward. Looking up, Geetha had her eyes closed. As Bharat bent, his manhood, also bent, brushed against Geetha's wetness, beneath her left thigh. He bent further and kissed above her navel.

"Oooh…" she moaned sweetly.

Just then, a drop of Bharat’s saliva fell into her navel. Her closed eyes tightened further, and she groaned "Isss…" Bharat slid his right hand under her left waist and placed it behind her waist, between her and the bed. Geetha, overcome by the warmth, lifted her waist, allowing more room for his hand. He gently slid all five fingers behind her waist and softly squeezed.

"Ohh… Bharat."

In an instant, he came up, and his erect penis touched her navel.

“Ah, why is this happening today?”

Bharat stopped his lips just in front of Geetha's, and stroking her right cheek with his left hand, he said, "What is it, Miss?" Geetha opened her eyes, shook her head sideways shyly, as if saying "nothing." 

He went back down and kissed her waist again. This time, she ran her right hand through Bharat's hair. He looked up once. Geetha, seeing him look, instantly closed her eyes. He stuck out his tongue and licked the edge of her deep navel. Geetha was shocked and squeezed Bharat's hair.

"Isss… Haa…"

He began to lick her navel as if it were tamarind jelly. Geetha couldn't bear it; she twisted and turned, moaning as her wetness increased, becoming more intoxicated. He clutched her misty bed with both hands, bent further, and continued to lick her navel with his tongue. Geetha was speechless, her breath out of control, writhing.

"Hmm… Miss… I want to bite and eat your waist, Miss." He left her navel and began to kiss her waist, licking here and there.

"Ah… puppy…"

[Haran000]

Just then, as Bharat bent forward slightly, his penis touched and pressed against her, pressure poked onto fabric, sending tremors beneath the pleats, precisely on her labia. 


Geetha’s lower back suddenly felt heavy, and her body floated in the air. From Bharat’s shorts, it poked out, touching her left thigh one moment, and her wetness and pleats the next.

"Aah… Bharat, come up."

"Hmm… Miss, please." As he plunged his tongue into her navel and pulled it up, Geetha felt as if she were being lifted entirely. She grabbed Bharat’s head with both hands and pulled him up. As they looked at each other with desire in their eyes, Bharat inhaled deeply with excitement, his breath heavily touching her lips.

"Puppy, let's kiss then." A spark ignited in Bharat’s eyes.

"I want to, Miss."

Caressing his face gently, she lifted her neck and offered her upper lip. He took her upper lip, and as he bent down, Geetha's head rested on the pillow, and he eagerly sucked her upper lip. She stopped. Both were breathing heavily.

"Haa… slow."

"Okay, Miss." He held her face with both hands, smiled, and kissed her again. They kissed each other's lips, separated, moaned, kissed again, laughed, and then rejoined their lips.

Geetha's desire in her hand wouldn't stop. She brought her right hand down and grasped Bharat’s manhood, on his shorts, resting on her waist. He broke the kiss in shock.

"Ha… Miss."

She looked at him lustfully and squeezed it. Bharat's knees trembled. "Hah…"

She moved her fingers, stroking him from bottom to top. He closed his eyes in pleasure, remaining like a statue. As she held Bharat’s head with her left hand and kissed his lips, while squeezing his penis with her right hand, he remained still, a slave to Geetha.

“Ah, I don't want to let go of it. 

I don't know what's happening to me. 

I don't quite understand what he must be thinking.”

For a few minutes, they both kissed each other's lips, while Geetha squeezed his penis. Bharat composed himself slightly, regained control, and began to kiss Geetha passionately. He kissed her neck, then her chin, and licked her earlobes.

"Ah, Bharat, where did you learn all this?"

"Learn what, Miss?"

"Licking the navel."

"Oh, that. I read it in a story. Did you like it, Miss?" He kissed her neck and then placed his lips in front of hers again.

"Yes… I liked it." He kissed her lips. Geetha squeezed his penis tightly and started shaking it, still through his shorts.

"Haan… Miss… I’ll lick it every day, Miss. Do you want me to?"

"Yes… No, no."

"Tell me, Miss."

"I'll tell you later."

"Ss… R… Okay, Mmm… Miss…"

Geetha began to squeeze and shake his manhood even harder.

“Geetha, put your hand inside.”

“Oh no, I can’t.”

Bharat’s manhood fit comfortably in Geetha’s hand, as he wasn’t wearing underwear. She tormented Bharat by kneading it with her fingers.

"Iss… Ha…" He bent down and kissed her neck and between her boobs.

"Ah…"

Geetha’s hand speed increased. Bharat was close to climaxing. He rubbed his nose near her ear.

"Miss, if you want to hold it, hold it." Geetha was stunned when he said that. Her hand stopped.

"Miss, I promise, you can do anything, don't worry. No one will know anything." At his words, Geetha felt a sense of wanting to do something forbidden. Bharat kissed her lips again. She gave in and started shaking his manhood.

"Hmm… Puppy."

"Hah, Miss…" He couldn't hold back and ejaculated thick, warm semen into his shorts, some of it passed through fabric, warm onto Geetha’s fingers.

"Ah, Bharat."

Geetha’s phone rang. Startled, she looked at it.

"Yes, Miss… I know what you want, just admit it…" Bharat murmured, but Geetha didn't heed his words; her attention was on the phone.

It’s Goutham.

Bharath just left her. Drifted aside, he decided Geetha would be on call for sometime with Goutham. Closing eyes, he fell asleep.


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The phone rang. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw the alarm. She turned it off and looked beside her. Bharat's face was buried in her armpit. He was sound asleep, his hand resting on her waist. She brushed back the hair falling on her face with her fingers and sat up. She gently moved Bharat's hand aside and got up, adjusting her saree. She went about her morning chores. Bharat was still asleep. Since it was Sunday, she didn't wake him. An hour later, she went to take a bath.


She took off her clothes, filled a bucket with hot water, and as she poured it over herself and began to bathe, the bathroom door suddenly opened. 

Frightened, she clung to the wall like a cat. Her fair body, wet with water, looked like moisture on cheese. 

She looked back to see Bharat frozen, eyes wide, staring at her naked backside, surprised, then immediately scared, and quickly closed the door. 

Geetha was speechless. 

From outside, Bharat’s flustered voice came, "I didn't see anything, Miss, sorry Miss, I didn't see, I had to use the toilet. Sorry, Miss."

“Ugh, why did this happen? 

How did the door open? 

Did I forget to shut it properly?”

She held her head, dismayed by what had transpired, deciding to simply let it go. She finished her bath. Wrapping a towel around herself, she came out. 

Bharat was nowhere in the house, nor were his clothes or bag. He had gone home, clearly scared of Geetha.

“Should I panic that he saw me, 

or should I laugh? 

What would he think? 

He ran away.”

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To be continued………..

[Haran000]

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[Ajay Kailash]

Awesome update

[nallapaiyan2]

just wow - teasing, teasing more teasing, just go like that buddy, you should be appreciated the most for taking to next level only with teasing alone, and dont forget the smelling fetish.

i really laughed at the lines,

Wanting to prolong the tease, he started to pull down his underwear when Geeta’s nervous yell, “Hey, stupid!” stopped him short. He chuckled.

keep your good work

[Projectmp]

Really enjoyed the update

[snehasis]

god one bro

[Sage_69]

Excellent writing. The scene was so hot.

[Sandyrockz703]

Super update bro things gonna turn more hot now...
Waiting for next update

[WriterPK]

Excellent my bro.. what a writing.. one of the best story here

[White Walker]

Excellent. Going slow. That's why this is my favorite story. Please go slow. Infact go super slow that is also okay.

[Bigil]

Excellent writing

[chellaporukki]

Niceee...

This boy has mastered the art of seduction and going to teach his teacher the new chapters of sex lessons.

[Yesudoss]

Awesome bro