Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The gentle hum of the refrigerator filled the Saturday morning air as Geetha moved through her kitchen. Fresh from a bath, she had already set to work, the rhythmic chop of vegetables accompanying the soft gurgle of idlis steaming in the cooker. The mixer whirred, transforming vibrant green chillies and coconut into a pungent chutney when a sudden rapping at the door startled her. Drying her hands on a dishtowel, she hurried to answer.


“Good morning, Miss,” a familiar voice greeted her.

“Oh… Bharath, is that you? Come inside,” Geetha said, her voice laced with surprise.

Bharath stepped in, his gaze falling upon her still-damp hair and casual attire. “What is it, Miss? You told me to come at nine for shopping, and you’re still not ready?” he teased, a hint of playful impatience in his tone.

Geetha sighed, a small laugh escaping her lips. “Well, I went to bed late last night, and woke up late this morning too.”

Bharath closed the distance between them, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh… looks like you talked to Gautham Sir for a long time last night, am I correct?”

A blush crept up Geetha’s neck. “Bharath, don’t say everything right to my face like that.” she playfully chided, swatting gently at his arm.

Bharath’s stomach rumbled, a silent protest. He had arrived at Geetha’s without breakfast, his mother having cooked nothing. The tantalizing aroma of chutney wafting from the kitchen made his mouth water, and he unconsciously turned his head towards the source of the delicious scent. Geetha, noticing his distraction, didn't press the issue.

“Did you had breakfast?” she asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

“Yes, I ate and came, Miss. Haven't you eaten yet?” he replied, a little too quickly.

“No, I haven't. I need to eat. You sit, I’ll eat.”

Bharath shifted uncomfortably, then offered, “Miss, here, my mom asked me to give this to you.” He handed her a cloth bag.

“What’s this?” Geetha asked, taking it.

“It has some vegetables. This morning, Dad got some fresh ones when the load was being unloaded at the market. Mom said they’ll be enough for three days.”

“Oh, really? Thanks, Bharath.”

“Hmm…” Bharath murmured, settling onto the sofa.

He watched Geetha disappear into the kitchen, his hunger growing with each passing second. His gaze, however, wasn't on her anymore; it was on the tantalizing prospect of food. Yet, a polite hesitation prevented him from asking.

Geetha soon emerged with two plates, placing two steaming idlis on one and offering it to Bharath.

“Oh no, Miss, I’ve already eaten,” he protested, his eyes betraying his true desires.

“No, no, just taste it for my sake,” Geetha insisted gently.

“Hmm,” he hummed, taking the plate.

He began to eat, savoring each bite. Before Geetha had even finished her first idli, Bharath had devoured both of his. He looked at her, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. “Miss, they’re really good. Can I have another one?”

Geetha chuckled. “What do you mean, one? Take as many as you want. They’re right there, on the stove in the dish.”

Given permission, Bharath wasted no time. He swiftly moved to the kitchen, returning with a plate piled high with four more idlis, generously topped with chutney. He ate them quickly, and Geetha watched him, a questioning look on her face.

Bharath caught her gaze, and his face flushed. He lowered his head. “Miss, um… my mom didn’t make breakfast today. So… well…” he stammered, trailing off.

“Why, Bharath? What do you think I’ll deny?” Geetha interrupted, her voice soft and understanding. “I live alone at home. You come sometimes and pass the time, and you even helped me with small chores the other day. Why be shy with me? Eat.”

“Hmm… Thanks,” he mumbled, grateful for her kindness.

Geetha finished her meal and washed her hands. She asked Bharath if he wanted more chutney, and he readily agreed. As Geetha leaned in to serve him, her left shoulder brushed against his right. Bharath, taking advantage of their proximity, discreetly inhaled the scent of her neck.

“Hmm, Miss, do you use hair spray?” he asked, his voice a low hum.

“No, why?” Geetha replied, a little puzzled. She finished serving the chutney and looked at him. He had closed his eyes, his face even closer to her neck, sniffing deeply her mild aroma.

“Really, Miss, your smell is very good,” Bharath murmured, a dreamy expression on his face.

Geetha dismissed it, assuming his actions were simply a result of their close proximity, devoid of any ulterior motive. “Hey, Bharath!” she exclaimed, her voice firm but not harsh.

He startled slightly, his eyes snapping open as he looked at her. She gave him a stern, almost intimidating look. He quickly averted his gaze back to his plate. “Sorry, Miss. That…” he began, his voice trailing off.

“Hmm… Eat. We need to go,” Geetha said, ending the moment.


A little later, Geetha emerged from her bedroom, dress changed. She wore a sandalwood-colored saree, its fabric subtly transparent, and her long braid was dbangd over her shoulder. A delicate bindi adorned her forehead, and the left side of her waist was visible down to her navel, though the front pleats concealed her belly button. Bharath, still seated, watched her approach, frozen like a statue.

“Shall we go?” Geetha asked, her voice breaking his trance.

“Ha,” Bharath managed, nodding, his eyes still fixed on her.

They stepped outside. Geetha locked the door and then produced her car keys.

“What, a car?” Bharath exclaimed, surprised.

“Yes,” Geetha replied.

“Miss, do you know how to drive?” he asked, still astonished.

Geetha laughed. “Why shouldn’t I?”

“I mean, you never came to college in a car all these days, that’s why I’m asking,” he explained.

“The college is right here, so I choose to walk,” Geetha clarified.

Bharath, quick to act, opened the car door. “Miss, I’ll sit in the front seat.”

Geetha chuckled. “Sit. Anyway, it’s just the two of us, isn't it?”

As Geetha settled into the driver’s seat, she started the car. As Geetha drove, her saree pallu shifted forward to the left, revealing her waist and the alluring curve of her side to Bharath. He was initially engrossed in the outside traffic, but a sudden curiosity to understand how a car was driven took hold. He began by observing Geetha’s hands on the steering wheel, his gaze then dropping to her feet on the pedals. His eyes continued to wander, finally settling on her exposed waist. Each time Geetha turned the steering wheel, her pallu would move, offering tantalizing glimpses of her midriff. Geetha, noticing his prolonged stare, decided to address it.

“What are you looking at, Bharath?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“This is the first time I’ve ever been in a car, Miss, so I’m looking at how you’re driving,” he replied, his eyes still fixed on her waist.

“Then why are you looking at my waist?” Geetha probed gently.

“It looks good, I feel like looking,” Bharath blurted out, the words escaping his lips without conscious thought. He hadn't meant to say it, but the honesty was disarming. Geetha simply laughed.

Bharath, jolted by her laughter, suddenly realized what he had said. He quickly averted his gaze.

“Haha… Really? Am I that good-looking?” Geetha teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Sorry, Miss,” he mumbled, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” she reassured him.

Just then, the car halted at a traffic signal. Bharath looked out the window. Geetha downshifted, then turned her face towards him, her eyes narrowed mischievously. “Tell me, Bharath, why did you look like that?”

“Miss, I told you the other day that you’re very beautiful,” he whispered without making I contact.

“Is that why you’re looking?” she pressed, leaning a little closer.

 “Hmm…” he murmured, a faint blush spreading across his face.

Geetha leaned even closer to him and asked again, her voice a low, teasing whisper, “Do you want to see again?”

Bharath quickly nodded his head up and down once, a silent "yes," before abruptly looking out the window, a panicked expression on his face. “No, Miss, no… absolutely not!” he stammered, shaking his head vehemently.

Geetha simply laughed somewhat loud.


They arrived at the mall for their shopping trip, heading straight for the women's section. Bharath found a stool and sat down while Geetha browsed the racks of churidars. She selected three sets and disappeared into the trial room. A few moments later, she emerged.

She stood before him, resplendent in a white churidar, the dupatta dbangd elegantly over her right shoulder. Bharath, hearing her call, turned and saw her, and was instantly captivated. 

The churidar accentuated Geetha’s curves, her chest prominently outlined, with a seductive V-cut in the middle that piqued a desire to look. Even with the dupatta, her figure was alluringly outlined, creating a wonderfully sexy silhouette. He stared, speechless.

“How does it look?” Geetha asked, her voice pulling him back to reality.

He couldn't find his words, so he simply nodded his head up and down.

“Tell me how it looks,” Geetha prompted again, a soft smile on her face.

“It’s… it’s good, Miss,” he finally managed, his voice a little hoarse, and quickly averted his gaze.

Geetha took the other two churidars and held them up. “Bharath, tell me which color looks good among these. I’ll take two.”

But Bharath wasn't looking at her. He shifted uncomfortably. “Miss, whatever you wear, you’ll look good. It’s your choice,” he mumbled.

“Look here once, tell me,” Geetha insisted, a hint of impatience in her tone. “If I were buying it myself, why would I bring you?”

At her words, he finally met her gaze, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe once more. “Take the red, yellow, and the white you’re wearing, Miss,” he suggested, his voice more confident this time.

“Oh, thanks, Bharath,” Geetha said with a small smile. “Here, hold this. I’ll change and come.” She handed him the churidars and went back into the trial room. A short while later, she emerged and called out, “Come here, we need to go that way.”

Bharath followed close behind Geetha as she made her way to the lingerie section. He paid no mind to the items displayed there, simply following her lead. Geetha spotted a black bra that she liked and decided to get the same style in white, red, grey, and black – four different colors. Bharath watched her. As soon as Geetha glanced at him, he quickly turned his face away, startled. She inwardly chuckled to herself.

After completing their shopping, they both got into the car and began their journey home.

“Miss, can you turn off the AC? I’m feeling cold,” Bharath said, shivering slightly.

“Are you feeling cold?” Geetha asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

“I’m not used to AC, Miss,” he explained.

“Okay,” she replied, turning it off.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, resting. As they neared the house, just at the entrance of the lane:

“Miss, stop here. I’ll go home,” Bharath requested.

“No, you’re having lunch at my place today. I cooked this morning,” Geetha countered gently.

“But, Miss…” he began to protest.

“ You’re not coming, uh?” she asked, a playful challenge in her voice.

“I’ll come,” he conceded, a faint smile on his lips.

Geetha pulled up to the house, and Bharath quickly got out to open the gate. Geetha drove the car inside and parked it. As she retrieved the shopping bags, Geetha unlocked the front door. Once inside, they both settled down.

Bharath: -

We were back from outside, sitting in the living room. Miss got up to get some water from the kitchen. I was still reeling from seeing her at the mall, the way she looked in that dress. It had shocked me; she was incredibly beautiful. She didn't look like married at all. How adorable she was. Even now, as she got up and walked away, I watched her. She had turned off the AC for me in the car, and with the heat outside, she had started to sweat. I saw her back. It was so fair and lovely. Looking at the drop of sweat running down her neck, I literally felt like licking that back, just like I'd read in that Jaya- A lonely wife’s adventure story. I desperately wanted to at least kiss her neck once. I had seen her pick out bras earlier. I think Miss wears a tight bra, I don't know why, but that's what it felt like. If I’d guess, it’d be 34 D. Miss also wears tight blouses. That's why her curves are so perfectly shaped. I had only ever seen Miss in blouses with elbow-length sleeves, but today I saw her in a churidar with half-sleeves, no, even shorter sleeves. Her fair arms were visible up to her shoulders. How beautiful she looked. I wanted to see her in a sleeveless blouse just once.

Just then, Miss came back. She handed me a bottle of water. After drinking it, I sat silently. 

For some reason, I felt a little sleepy. I hesitated, but then I asked:

“Miss, I feel a little sleepy. Can I sleep?”

She smiled gently and said, “Okay.”

“It will take a little more time for the rice to be ready,” she explained. “You go and sleep. I’ll wake you up.”

I went and lay down.



After Geetha finished cooking, she went to the bedroom to wake Bharath. She found him asleep on a bedsheet spread on the floor. She gently woke him and asked, “Bharath, wake up, the food is ready. Let’s eat.”

He opened his eyes and looked at Geetha.

“Why are you sleeping on the floor? There’s a bed, isn't there?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“How can I sleep on your bed, Miss?” he mumbled, still groggy.

“I don’t think like that, Bharath. Come, let’s eat.”

Bharath splashed some water on his face and went to the dining area.

Geetha tucked her saree pallu into her waist and brought the plates. As she walked, Bharath couldn't help but stare at her visible waist, unmindful of whether Geetha noticed. 

She inwardly chuckled, a blush rising to her cheeks. They sat down, and she served the meal. As they ate, Geetha asked, “By the way, did you tell at home that you’re staying here? It’s been a long time since you came.”

“It’s okay, Miss. My family leaves in the morning and doesn’t come home until around seven in the evening. I’ll be alone until they come home,” Bharath explained.

“Oh, really? Then you stay here until evening today. What will you do if you go home? You’ll also be a little company for me,” Geetha offered.

“As you wish, Miss,” he agreed readily.

After they finished eating, as Geetha got up, her pallu slipped from the pleats. She put the plates in the sink and then tucked her pallu back into her waist. Bharath watched her throughout, wondering, “Is she doing it intentionally, or is it just happened?” Geetha came and sat beside him.

Bharath yawned.

“What, are you sleepy again, Bharath?” Geetha asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Yes, Miss. If you could just sit on that sofa, I’ll sleep here for a while,” he said, gesturing to the floor.

“Here? Go to the bed. I’ll come,” she suggested.

“No, Miss, that…” he began to protest.

“Bharath, I told you, you’ll say the same thing again. Go, I don’t mind,” she insisted kindly.

He nodded, conceding, and went to the bed to rest.

A few minutes later, Geetha also entered the bedroom. She placed her belongings in the cupboard and then tied her braid into a bun in front of the mirror.

The faint sounds of Geetha’s arrival stirred Bharath, but he kept his eyes closed, feigning sleep. Geetha turned off the fan, then remembered Bharath’s aversion to AC. She turned the fan back on and lay down on her left side, her hands clasped behind her head, her face turned upwards, eyes closed. 

After a few minutes, Bharath cautiously opened his eyes. Geetha lay still, beautiful. From his vantage point, her chest appeared high, and her pallu had shifted slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. He carefully edged closer.

He waited a few moments, then moved even closer, his face now beneath Geetha’s outstretched hands. He looked up at her face; her eyes were closed in sleep. Her lips seemed to beckon, and his own felt dry. He moved his head forward slightly, inhaling her scent. It was the same intoxicating aroma of sweat, as alluring as that morning. Unable to resist, he moved even closer.

His face was now directly beneath Geetha’s damp blouse area under her left arm.

Bharath’s warm breath gently touched Geetha’s armpit. A sudden shiver ran through her, and she opened her eyes. She saw Bharath so close, nestled beside her, but he remained still, as if deeply asleep. She assumed he must have shifted in his sleep.

As Geetha watched, he took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully. The warm wave of air hit her damp armpit, even through her clothes, it felt as if it touched her skin directly.

She didn't know what it was, but Geetha felt a shiver ripple through her. 

Bharath’s lower body was hardening, so he pressed his chest into the bed, attempting to conceal his arousal from Geetha’s aroma. His erection was firm, pressing against the mattress, and his breathing quickened.

He remained still, then inhaled deeply again, as he had before. Geetha flinched again. She removed her hands from under her head but did not fold her left hand; Bharath’s face was in the way. Fearing that moving him might wake him, she straightened her arm and gently placed Bharath’s head on the pillow.

Bharath wasn't aware that Geetha was awake. He kept his eyes closed. He moved a little further up, still pretending to be asleep. His head touched Geetha’s elbow, and his nose brushed her wet blouse.

That touch sent a warm shiver through Geetha. She instinctively grabbed Bharath's head, her grip tightening. She clenched her right hand into a fist.

Geetha’s breathing also grew heavier. Bharath’s warm breath, now touching her sweaty armpit even more intensely through her clothes, felt as if it were directly on her skin. She ran her fingers through Bharath’s hair and tugged gently.

At that moment, Bharath’s nose burrowed even deeper into Geetha’s armpit. His lips slightly feathered against her armpit, as if he were kissing it. Unable to bear the sensation any longer, she bit her lower lip, sucking it in, and moved the hand that was on his head to Bharath’s shoulder.

Bharath’s member grew even harder, and he could no longer suppress it. Just then, Geetha let out a soft moan.

“Mmm…” she hummed.

Bharath rubbed his nose in her armpit once more. Geetha felt a tickle. She immediately sat up, placing a hand on her forehead, heart racing, and took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She glanced at Bharath; he seemed to be sleeping peacefully. She moved a little further away, leaning against the edge of the bed.

Bharath, with nothing else to do, also drifted off to sleep.

But Bharath understood that his touch had indeed affected Geetha. 

A desire is now awaken in his mind.
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To be continued……..