29-08-2025, 01:10 PM
Bharat unhooked and, with a gentle command, had her raise her arms, completely undressing her. He leaned in, inhaling the scent of her armpits, his lips pouting before he slowly lifted her skirt, his hand reaching her thighs. Bharat’s firm manhood pressed its weight against her womanhood, its contours a distinct presence beneath the folds of Geeta’s saree.
Geeta, still clinging to him, felt the tingling warmth of her own beauty filling his lap. She playfully ran her fingers through the bangles on his neck, her slow, warm breath a soft whisper against his ear.
"Ah..." she sighed.
"Miss, how much do you like Gautam?" Bharat asked, his voice low and deliberate.
"He's... my husband," she replied, a hint of confusion in her tone.
"And me?"
He sealed his question with a kiss, his lips finding the soft skin folds of her left armpit.
Geeta’s body grew heavy, a delicious weight of arousal settling within her. A new restlessness, a fire ignited between her thighs, filled her heart. Her entire body felt hot, her breath steaming on his lips as their eyes met.
She was surrendering, following his words as if they were a path to an unknown, exciting destination. A subtle difference, a conflict, lay right before her eyes, but the heat between them blurred her vision, making it impossible to see clearly.
"Oh... I like you too, dear," she finally confessed, the words escaping her lips like a soft sigh of surrender.
"Miss, will we always be like this?" he asked, his voice filled with a hopeful earnestness.
"I want to, ra..." she breathed.
He pressed his tongue, moist with fresh saliva, into the rose-tinged shadows of the valley below her shoulder, lifting her soles and rubbing his erect member against the panties her womanhood wore.
"Ssssh... move back," she pleaded, a soft hiss of sound escaping her lips.
"No, Miss... let me lick you like this. Hmm,” he licked her brownie armpit.
The friction and heat from their bodies rubbing inside her skirt made Geeta's breasts feel numb and firm. She licked her lips, her eyes heavy with passion. "Bharat, shall we go to the bedroom?"
While still licking her armpit, he squeezed one of her boob with his hand. "Ah, don't squeeze," she gasped.
"It's good right here, Miss," he insisted, moving to her right to taste her lips, joining his with hers in a deep, lingering kiss.
Geeta held his head, her lips tasting the scent of her own armpit on lip.
"Miss, you have to keep your hands up," he murmured.
"Oh..." she moaned softly.
"Will you tell I did this, Miss?"
"Uh..."
He licked her right armpit, his voice a low hum. "Mmm... Miss, I'll be like a dog for you, Miss..."
Geeta pressed his head into her armpit. "How many times will you say that?"
"I'll come whenever I get a chance. When Gautam isn't here."
"Ah... your teacher will always be here for you, puppy."
He leaned his full weight on her, moving between her legs.
"Ah, hey, move back a little..."
"I don't want to, Geeta," he said, biting her armpit with a raw, primal desire. He came up to kiss her lips, looking into her eyes and sensually mingling his breath with hers. "Miss... I'll take off your saree.”
"Move away... I have work," she protested half-heartedly.
"You can do your work tomorrow morning, can't you, Miss?"
"Hmm... must you stop in the middle? Go."
"I want to stay right here. Sniffing your smell." He put his hand behind her back to stop her from hitting the plate stand. In his grip, the fold of her jasmine waist was crushed, making her shiver with both pain and pleasure.
She gradually hugged Bharat even tighter. He groaned softly, "Hah... Miss," crushed gently between her thighs. Hiding face in Bharat's neck, she kissed him, surrendering to her passion and folding herself even more tightly into his embrace.
"Ah... that's wrong, the way you're being."
"How am I being, Miss...?" he asked, a hint of feigned innocence in his voice.
Unable to contain her need, Geeta pulled his left hand from near his shoulder to the space between them. He covered and squeezed her firm nipple, which was already swelling in her black bra. "Mmmm..." she bit her lip.
"Miss, on the day I painted, you said no, but why did you come to me with this, Miss?" he asked, a hint of playful accusation in his voice.
"Bh... h..." she stammered.
He squeezed the soft, round bulge. "Sssss... don't squeeze."
"You put my hand there yourself, Miss."
"Hold it... don't squeeze."
"How can I, Miss, when it's so delicate and soft..." he buried his face in her neck, licking her sweat.
"You puppy, you're getting me in the mood."
"Get in the mood, Miss... anyway, why did you wear a saree? A nightie would have been better."
"I didn't wear a nightie because I knew you'd do this."
"It would be the same no matter what you're wearing."
Lifting her head, looking into his eyes, Geeta whispered, "Hmm, how can we stay like this?"
"How can I stop myself, Miss, with a milk-fudge-beautiful angel like you in front of me?"
Geeta was surrendering. Her passion was beyond her control. Her thoughts were going astray, and her trembling lips made her stammer. "Isn't this enough for you?"
"Miss, I want it one more time," he said, bending down again to lick her left armpit.
The slurping sound of his tongue made her lust tremble like a vibration. "Is... you dog... wait a minute,... you go, I'll come."
"Why do you tell me to stop, Miss... who knows how many days it'll be before you let me lick you again..."
"I'll let you, just wait. You'll lie next to me, won't you?"
"You just said you were getting in the mood..."
For every inch Bharat's tongue climbed, he rubbed himself an inch higher inside her skirt. Geeta's mind warned her that the numbness was getting out of hand.
"Ah... Bharat, stop...”
He put the hand that was on her chest back and pressed her waist, aligning his hips between her legs. With his right hand, he locked both of her hands together above her head. "Please, Miss, just five minutes... oh, I'm going crazy licking you while you're sitting here like this, Miss."
Geeta was under his spell. Closing her eyes, she was shaken by his playful jokes, and she started making sweet sounds. He came to her right, twirling and tickling her armpit with his tongue, and she swayed her cheek, laughing sweetly and shyly.
"Mmm..." he murmured, saliva linking his mouth to her armpit. "Miss, you'll think I'm crazy, but every bit of you is a nectarous flower, Miss."
"Mmm... are you starting your crazy words again?"
He bit and pulled glistening fold of her armpit.
"Aah... let go," she screamed.
"Oh, what else should I do, Miss? I want to chew on this."
"Will you stop..."
"Why, Miss...? Is it because your panties will get wet again...? I'll lick you there too, you know."
"Ew... you shouldn't be this crazy. Move."
"But Miss, I want it. Miss, if you want it, tell me, and we'll do it again."
She suddenly held Bharat's head, made eye contact, and stopped him. "Hey, you dog..."
"Miss..." he said, looking at her sensually.
Geeta offered her lips with desire. Bharat licked and left them.
"Move,..."
"But it's so good when you do that, Miss..."
"If you do that, I'll finish. You go to the bedroom, and I'll come."
"Miss, why stop in the middle? When we're together, it's always like this. Take off your saree, Miss. Why do you think I'm here?"
Squeezing Bharat's head and looking at him intensely, Geeta said, "I want to, ra... I feel like I want you to lick me."
"Then why are you stopping me from licking? Take off your bra too, I'll kiss them."
"I want it there too?"
"Where, Miss?"
"Down there..."
"Down where?"
"I can't say such words."
"Then shall I take off your panties?"
"Please, wait a bit."
"Miss..."
"Go..."
"Ha... but can I tell you one thing?"
"Hmm..."
"You're the first girl who ever kissed me, Miss. I want all my first experiences to be with you. The moments I spend with you should be in my memories forever."
"Of course, Bharat..."
"You'll come, right...? Don't say no again."
"Hmm... how can I say no to my puppy?"
He moved back, leaving Geeta, and wiped his mouth.
As he walked away silently, his words echoed in her mind, and Geeta's heart suddenly fluttered with doubt. She froze, about to call out to him.
She began to ponder the multiple meanings of Bharat's words, examining them like a mystery. Biting her nail, she looked at her phone, which was next to the stove, and saw "Darling" in the recent calls. She picked up the phone, squeezing it in her right hand, covering her head with the end of her saree with her left, and walked from the kitchen to the hall.
She suddenly turned her head to look at the bedroom, and Bharat was there, curled up on the edge of the bed. She looked at her phone once more. As she pressed the lock button, the screen went blank. She sat on the sofa.
Silence filled the house. Bharat lay curled up, motionless, waiting for Geeta. Geeta's heart was racing, tick... tick... tick... tick... the seconds on the clock were slowing down.
Memories followed each moment.
Geeta, still clinging to him, felt the tingling warmth of her own beauty filling his lap. She playfully ran her fingers through the bangles on his neck, her slow, warm breath a soft whisper against his ear.
"Ah..." she sighed.
"Miss, how much do you like Gautam?" Bharat asked, his voice low and deliberate.
"He's... my husband," she replied, a hint of confusion in her tone.
"And me?"
He sealed his question with a kiss, his lips finding the soft skin folds of her left armpit.
Geeta’s body grew heavy, a delicious weight of arousal settling within her. A new restlessness, a fire ignited between her thighs, filled her heart. Her entire body felt hot, her breath steaming on his lips as their eyes met.
‘I can't tell if you're doing this knowingly or not, dear.’
‘When I can't say it, will you not understand, Miss?’
‘Don’t you think it's wrong.’
‘I don't think it's wrong, Miss... do you understand?’
She was surrendering, following his words as if they were a path to an unknown, exciting destination. A subtle difference, a conflict, lay right before her eyes, but the heat between them blurred her vision, making it impossible to see clearly.
"Oh... I like you too, dear," she finally confessed, the words escaping her lips like a soft sigh of surrender.
"Miss, will we always be like this?" he asked, his voice filled with a hopeful earnestness.
"I want to, ra..." she breathed.
He pressed his tongue, moist with fresh saliva, into the rose-tinged shadows of the valley below her shoulder, lifting her soles and rubbing his erect member against the panties her womanhood wore.
"Ssssh... move back," she pleaded, a soft hiss of sound escaping her lips.
"No, Miss... let me lick you like this. Hmm,” he licked her brownie armpit.
The friction and heat from their bodies rubbing inside her skirt made Geeta's breasts feel numb and firm. She licked her lips, her eyes heavy with passion. "Bharat, shall we go to the bedroom?"
While still licking her armpit, he squeezed one of her boob with his hand. "Ah, don't squeeze," she gasped.
"It's good right here, Miss," he insisted, moving to her right to taste her lips, joining his with hers in a deep, lingering kiss.
Geeta held his head, her lips tasting the scent of her own armpit on lip.
"Miss, you have to keep your hands up," he murmured.
"Oh..." she moaned softly.
"Will you tell I did this, Miss?"
"Uh..."
He licked her right armpit, his voice a low hum. "Mmm... Miss, I'll be like a dog for you, Miss..."
Geeta pressed his head into her armpit. "How many times will you say that?"
"I'll come whenever I get a chance. When Gautam isn't here."
"Ah... your teacher will always be here for you, puppy."
He leaned his full weight on her, moving between her legs.
"Ah, hey, move back a little..."
"I don't want to, Geeta," he said, biting her armpit with a raw, primal desire. He came up to kiss her lips, looking into her eyes and sensually mingling his breath with hers. "Miss... I'll take off your saree.”
"Move away... I have work," she protested half-heartedly.
"You can do your work tomorrow morning, can't you, Miss?"
"Hmm... must you stop in the middle? Go."
"I want to stay right here. Sniffing your smell." He put his hand behind her back to stop her from hitting the plate stand. In his grip, the fold of her jasmine waist was crushed, making her shiver with both pain and pleasure.
She gradually hugged Bharat even tighter. He groaned softly, "Hah... Miss," crushed gently between her thighs. Hiding face in Bharat's neck, she kissed him, surrendering to her passion and folding herself even more tightly into his embrace.
"Ah... that's wrong, the way you're being."
"How am I being, Miss...?" he asked, a hint of feigned innocence in his voice.
Unable to contain her need, Geeta pulled his left hand from near his shoulder to the space between them. He covered and squeezed her firm nipple, which was already swelling in her black bra. "Mmmm..." she bit her lip.
"Miss, on the day I painted, you said no, but why did you come to me with this, Miss?" he asked, a hint of playful accusation in his voice.
"Bh... h..." she stammered.
He squeezed the soft, round bulge. "Sssss... don't squeeze."
"You put my hand there yourself, Miss."
"Hold it... don't squeeze."
"How can I, Miss, when it's so delicate and soft..." he buried his face in her neck, licking her sweat.
"You puppy, you're getting me in the mood."
"Get in the mood, Miss... anyway, why did you wear a saree? A nightie would have been better."
"I didn't wear a nightie because I knew you'd do this."
"It would be the same no matter what you're wearing."
Lifting her head, looking into his eyes, Geeta whispered, "Hmm, how can we stay like this?"
"How can I stop myself, Miss, with a milk-fudge-beautiful angel like you in front of me?"
Geeta was surrendering. Her passion was beyond her control. Her thoughts were going astray, and her trembling lips made her stammer. "Isn't this enough for you?"
"Miss, I want it one more time," he said, bending down again to lick her left armpit.
The slurping sound of his tongue made her lust tremble like a vibration. "Is... you dog... wait a minute,... you go, I'll come."
"Why do you tell me to stop, Miss... who knows how many days it'll be before you let me lick you again..."
"I'll let you, just wait. You'll lie next to me, won't you?"
"You just said you were getting in the mood..."
For every inch Bharat's tongue climbed, he rubbed himself an inch higher inside her skirt. Geeta's mind warned her that the numbness was getting out of hand.
"Ah... Bharat, stop...”
He put the hand that was on her chest back and pressed her waist, aligning his hips between her legs. With his right hand, he locked both of her hands together above her head. "Please, Miss, just five minutes... oh, I'm going crazy licking you while you're sitting here like this, Miss."
Geeta was under his spell. Closing her eyes, she was shaken by his playful jokes, and she started making sweet sounds. He came to her right, twirling and tickling her armpit with his tongue, and she swayed her cheek, laughing sweetly and shyly.
"Mmm..." he murmured, saliva linking his mouth to her armpit. "Miss, you'll think I'm crazy, but every bit of you is a nectarous flower, Miss."
"Mmm... are you starting your crazy words again?"
He bit and pulled glistening fold of her armpit.
"Aah... let go," she screamed.
"Oh, what else should I do, Miss? I want to chew on this."
"Will you stop..."
"Why, Miss...? Is it because your panties will get wet again...? I'll lick you there too, you know."
"Ew... you shouldn't be this crazy. Move."
"But Miss, I want it. Miss, if you want it, tell me, and we'll do it again."
She suddenly held Bharat's head, made eye contact, and stopped him. "Hey, you dog..."
"Miss..." he said, looking at her sensually.
Geeta offered her lips with desire. Bharat licked and left them.
"Move,..."
"But it's so good when you do that, Miss..."
"If you do that, I'll finish. You go to the bedroom, and I'll come."
"Miss, why stop in the middle? When we're together, it's always like this. Take off your saree, Miss. Why do you think I'm here?"
Squeezing Bharat's head and looking at him intensely, Geeta said, "I want to, ra... I feel like I want you to lick me."
"Then why are you stopping me from licking? Take off your bra too, I'll kiss them."
"I want it there too?"
"Where, Miss?"
"Down there..."
"Down where?"
"I can't say such words."
"Then shall I take off your panties?"
"Please, wait a bit."
"Miss..."
"Go..."
"Ha... but can I tell you one thing?"
"Hmm..."
"You're the first girl who ever kissed me, Miss. I want all my first experiences to be with you. The moments I spend with you should be in my memories forever."
"Of course, Bharat..."
"You'll come, right...? Don't say no again."
"Hmm... how can I say no to my puppy?"
He moved back, leaving Geeta, and wiped his mouth.
As he walked away silently, his words echoed in her mind, and Geeta's heart suddenly fluttered with doubt. She froze, about to call out to him.
She began to ponder the multiple meanings of Bharat's words, examining them like a mystery. Biting her nail, she looked at her phone, which was next to the stove, and saw "Darling" in the recent calls. She picked up the phone, squeezing it in her right hand, covering her head with the end of her saree with her left, and walked from the kitchen to the hall.
She suddenly turned her head to look at the bedroom, and Bharat was there, curled up on the edge of the bed. She looked at her phone once more. As she pressed the lock button, the screen went blank. She sat on the sofa.
Silence filled the house. Bharat lay curled up, motionless, waiting for Geeta. Geeta's heart was racing, tick... tick... tick... tick... the seconds on the clock were slowing down.
Memories followed each moment.
Question sparked a flame,
a friendship, a quiet companion.
His playful words, a shy smile,
as evening brought him to her door.
A look that gave her goosebumps,
a game of hide-and-seek in their dalliance's shade.
His inhale of her perfume,
a sweet ecstasy.
He adored her beauty,
painting her astonished portrait.
A mischievous birthday wish,
an unforgettable lip kiss.
Her heart fought her words,
a secret kiss in the garden's moist wilderness.
Outings, movies,
conversations, sulking—
nights her heart was lost.
Every kiss, a treasure.
Drawings, sketches,
colors, swellings—
lines of affection.
Her shyness shed for his intimacy.
They played crazy games,
shared their hearts' burdens,
the wetness of their lips.
A special name, a drowning in his love.
Could she deny love's claim,
or stop its flow when he confessed?
Could she judge her lust,
label it right or wrong?
Will pigeon of youth, spread her wings?
Will she cross the line for the freedom she longs for?
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