Misc. Erotica Meera - The Math Teacher

[Ananthukutty]

Meera husband krishnan must be weak in math(??) and Arjun can show his prowess in calculus and calculate her.

[shamson9571]

The day dragged, bells blurring into afternoon torpor. Meera, meanwhile, dove back into her rhythm—marking midterms, sipping tepid coffee from a steel tumbler. Priya burst into the staff room like a comma splice, short hair tousled, red salwar rumpled from a rowdy 9th-grade debate.

"Meera! There you are. Hiding from my soliloquies? Come on, spill—how's the calculus cult treating you? Any rebels yet?"

Meera laughed, pushing aside her stack.
"Priya, you're a whirlwind. No rebels, just one boy with clever doubts. Keeps me sharp."

They fell into easy rhythm: Priya regaling tales of a student mangling "Ode to a Nightingale" into "Ode to a Night Eagle,"
Meera countering with a class's collective groan over partial derivatives.

"You're from Kerala, right? Priya sounds like it—spicy talk." Priya grinned: "Thrissur girl, born and bred. You Mangalore? That accent's a dead giveaway—soft like coconut milk."

Normal chatter flowed—weekend plans (Priya: pub hop in Indiranagar; Meera: family lunch), gripes about the canteen's watery sambar—until the bell called Priya away. "Lunch tomorrow? My treat—filter coffee that doesn't taste like dishwater."
"Deal," Meera said, waving her off, a warmth blooming in her chest. Friendship, unexpected variable.

End of day crept in, sun dipping to russet. Arjun stayed late as ritual, lingering over "revision" while corridors emptied. He proceeded to the parking, heart a metronome, checking shadows for her scooty. Has she gone? No—there, glinting orange under the neem tree. He hung back by the gate, half-hidden in the bougainvillea hedge, watching her emerge from the building: saree swaying, bun loosening further, strands dancing like stray roots in a polynomial.

She walked toward the gate, keys jingling, lost in thought—perhaps that clever doubt, or Priya's jokes. Arjun tracked her: hips' subtle sine wave, the pleats' disciplined march. Just as she passed the threshold, one single strong wind occurred—a rogue gust from the west, monsoon tease in November dry. It whipped up, playful tyrant, displacing the saree pallu sideways in a dramatic flourish.
Arjun didn't miss this. The orange georgette parted like a solved parenthesis, revealing her navel in stark, unhurried glory.

He stood frozen, time dilating to five eternal seconds. It was pure heaven: the navel, round and deep, a perfect circular depression etched into the flat expanse of her midriff, diameter perhaps two inches, depth a tempting half, walls smooth as the inner surface of a torus, sloping inward with the precision of a conical frustum. No hair, no adornment—just warm, talc-glowed skin, the faint vertical linea alba trailing south like an axis of symmetry, the rim a subtle ridge begging for a fingertip's trace. In the wind's backlight, it shadowed dramatically—the center a dark zero, infinite in its finite pull, like the pole of a complex function, residue waiting to be extracted. He memorized it deep: the way it breathed with her startled intake, contracting like a limit to a point; the orange hem fluttering at the edge, teasing integration over the boundary. Five seconds—long enough for his mind to compute the area πr²/4, the volume of the dip a spherical cap h²(3r - h)/3—bliss, revelation, the asymptote finally grazed.

The wind died as abruptly as born. Meera gasped softly, hand flying to adjust—pallu resettled, pleats patted, navel vanished like a ghost variable. She glanced around, cheeks tinged rose, then mounted her scooty, engine purring to life. She zipped away, orange flame in twilight, leaving Arjun rooted, erection renewed, satisfaction flooding like an indefinite integral unbound.

He walked home in a daze, the five seconds a talisman. No curses now—just gratitude. The breast stretch, the almost-reveal, the wind's gift: layers of her, chained and ruled, pulling him deeper. Tonight, sleep would come easy, dream-fueled by that navel zero, the chain complete for one more turn.