Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geeta's voice, sharp with a hint of exasperation, cut through the evening air. "Why did you tell Mister Shiva to drop me at the airport?"


Gautam, ever so slightly flustered, replied, "Oh, did Shiva call? Why, you don't know properly, do you?"

"No need," Geeta stated, her tone firm. "Shiram is there; he'll drop me in our car."

A lightbulb seemed to go off for Gautam. "Oh, right, I forgot. So what did you tell Shiva?"

"I didn't say anything," Geeta said, the ball now squarely in his court. "You tell him no, Shri will come."

"Okay, I'll tell him," Gautam conceded, then shifted gears. "Did you eat?"

"I ate," she confirmed. "I asked Bharat to eat here today too."

"Aha…" Gautam trailed off, a hint of a smile in his voice. "Don't bring anything from there, no luggage, okay?"

"Hmm," Geeta hummed in agreement, the conversation drawing to a close.

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The morning light was just beginning to filter through as Geetha busied herself hanging clothes outside. Her thoughts, however, were on something she needed to ask Shri, who was just then descending the stairs, his gaze fixed on her.

"Good morning, Vadhina Garu," Sri greeted, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he approached. "Why do you look so lost in thought?"

Geetha met his eyes. "I need to ask you something."

He came closer, his smile widening. "Ask away."

"Could you drop me at the airport tomorrow morning?" she inquired, a hopeful pnote in her voice.

Sri's smile faltered. "Sorry, Vadhina, I'm going to Warangal city tonight, so I can't."

A wave of dismay washed over Geetha. She had told Shiva not to bother coming last night, and now Sri couldn't help either. She was at a loss.

That evening, as Shiva returned home from the lab, Sindhu, clad in a short gown that accentuated her captivating beauty, opened the door. She closed the door behind him and moved swiftly, embracing him tightly. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She bit his cheek with a passionate fervor, and he, in turn, continued to crush her in his embrace, then bit her neck.

"Hmm... I'm hungry," Shiva murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I'll go take a bath."

Sindhu didn't release him. Instead, she climbed onto him, and he instinctively placed his hands on her buttocks, lifting her. She held his face in her hands and began kissing him with unbridled passion.

"Hey, stop it," Shiva managed to say, though his voice was thick.

She paused, pressing her lips against his. "Hmm... why?"

"I want to drink water."

Sindhu’s mouth found his again, her tongue pushing inside as she moved it around. Shiva responded in kind, licking her lips.

"If you're hungry my hubby," she whispered against his mouth, "eat your wife."

As he moved his right hand up from her buttocks, her gown rode higher, and his fingers grazed her lower back, then squeezed her right buttock from below. Sindhu, in turn, bit his upper lip, pulling it between her own, soft as hibiscus petals.

"Mmm..." Shiva groaned, just as his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Sindhu, still clinging to him, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, yet she didn't dismount, continuing to shower kisses on his neck. Shiva, with some effort, answered the call.

"Hello Shiva," Gautham's voice came through.

"Yeah." Sindhu began unbuttoning his shirt, her lips tracing a path down his chest.

"Shriram can't make it," Gautham continued, "so you go."

"Okay."

"Thanks, man.”

"No problem."

Gautham hung up. 

Shiva tossed his phone onto the sofa, then, with a swift movement, lifted Sindhu by her waist and sat back, pulling her down onto his lap. She settled there, immediately resuming her ardent kisses, sucking on his lips. His right hand slipped inside her gown, finding her left boob, which he began to knead softly.

"Ah..." Sindhu breathed, her body arching slightly.

He pulled her even tighter into his lap with his left hand, then bit her shoulder near her neck. Sindhu's passion flared, and she pushed him back slightly, then got up.

"Do you have Geetha's number?" Shiva asked, his voice still a little hoarse.

"Yeah..."

"Call her and give it to me."

Sindhu took the phone, dialed, and handed it to him.

"Hello Geetha Garu, this is Shiva speaking."

"Tell me,” Geetha answered.

"Brother told me. So, is it okay for you?"

Sindhu took the phone back. "Geetha."

"Yes, Akka."

With one hand, Sindhu lifted her gown, dbanging it over Shiva's head, resting his head in her lap. Shiva buried his face in the valley between her soft mounds, his tongue flicking out.

"Ss..." Sindhu whispered into the phone, a soft moan escaping her lips. "I'll come, we'll go to the airport together. Okay?"

"But Akka," Geetha's voice sounded hesitant, "for me to wake up so early..."

Shiva bit Sindhu's left breast, and she slapped him lightly on the head.

"Don't think like that," Sindhu said, a playful sternness in her tone. "Be ready at 4:30."

"Okay, Akka."

Sindhu put the phone aside and then, with a flourish, took off her gown. Shiva immediately leaned in, his mouth finding her reddened erect right nipple. He sucked it, then bit it once, lightly.

"Ah... Don't bite, you waste fellow," she playfully admonished.

He held her waist, lifted her, and then poked his tongue into her belly button.

"Hmm... more," she encouraged, her voice a low purr.

As he continued to lick, his hand found its way to her panty, then her pussy, his fingers beginning to rub. Sindhu closed her eyes, a passionate moan escaping her lips.

"Yes... Hmm." She leaned her waist into his face, kissing him, and then rubbed her pussy with her thumb. He sat up again, kissing her lips. With his left hand, he unbuttoned Shiva's pants, unzipped them, and slid his hand inside, squeezing his dick.

Shiva held both her breasts in his hands, alternately squeezing and sucking them, his tongue still busy.

"Hmm... slur..." he murmured, his mouth still on her nipple. "Why should you wake up early? I told you I'd go."

"Why?" Sindhu retorted, pulling back slightly. "To stare at her?”

"Hey... what are you talking about?"

"Don't I know you? You'd take any chance to grope her."

He bit the soft flesh next to her nipple with his front teeth.

"Ah... waste fellow..."

"You're thinking too much," Shiva said, pulling away slightly. "There's nothing like that for me."

"Oh..." Sindhu scoffed playfully. "The other day when we met at the market, when I was talking to her, who did you look at from behind?"

"You."

"Don't act up, I know you looked at her."

"What, is it wrong to look now? Your friend is beautiful."

"Shut up, you idiot," Sindhu chastised, though a smile played on her lips. "You have no shame talking about another woman in front of your wife."

He put her left breast in his mouth and sucked it, then slid his right hand down, pulling down her pants. He freed his dick and rubbed it against her pussy.

"Ah... Hmm," she moaned.

"Hmm..."

He put his left hand behind her and pulled her closer, deepening the connection. Her breast was now fully in his mouth, which he filled, biting it gently. Sindhu, in turn, was kissing Shiva's forehead.

He moved his hips, pushing his dick into her pussy, rubbing it there.

"Ah... Yes... Put it in."

"Yeah..."

He pushed in smoothly. Sindhu passionately placed her hands on Shiva's shoulders and began to grind lustfully on his dick. He squeezed both her buttocks, his mouth still on her breast, and moved Sindhu back and forth.

"Ah... Shiva," Sindhu gasped, "we should go to Dubai too. I've never been."

"Hmm... Yeah... Okay."

"Hah... Faster, hmm..."

"Yeah..."

And so, their passionate interlude quickly gave way to slumber. Meanwhile, Geetha had also packed her essentials and was in bed by eight o'clock, preparing for her early start.


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The car, a pristine black, smelled distinctly of a man's cologne as Sindhu pulled up to Geetha's house at precisely 4:30 AM. Geetha, having just locked her front door, glanced up to see Swaroopa already awake and busy upstairs. "I'm leaving, Auntie! Take care of the house!" she called out, then slipped into the passenger seat.

"Good morning, Geetha," Sindhu greeted.

"Oh, Akka, sorry for bothering you," Geetha replied, a hint of awkwardness in her voice.

Sindhu chuckled. "Oh, come on, if you talk like that, I'll lose interest."

"Sorry, okay, let's go," Geetha conceded, and with a shared understanding, they set off.

"The car is nice," Geetha observed, taking in the spotless interior.

"Thanks," Sindhu replied, "It's my husband's."

"I wanted to take my car," Geetha mused, "but he fussed, saying I don't know the way properly."

"Well, you're not used to the airport," Sindhu reasoned, "so your husband must be worried."

Geetha hummed in agreement.

"How long has he been gone?" Sindhu asked, her tone casual.

"Two months," Geetha answered simply.

"Not that," Sindhu clarified, "I meant how long has he been working there?"

"Oh," Geetha said, a faint smile touching her lips, "It'll be eight months next month."

"Oh," Sindhu paused, then, with a hint of curiosity, "But Geetha, if you don't mind me asking, how are you managing?"

"About what?" Geetha feigned ignorance.

"You know..." Sindhu prodded gently.

Geetha's eyes twinkled. "I figured you'd ask that. I was surprised you didn't ask last time, and now you have."

"Come on, tell me," Sindhu urged.

"What's there? Nothing. Managing with Plastic," Geetha deadpanned.

Sindhu burst into laughter.

"Don't laugh," Geetha protested playfully.

"Okay, okay," Sindhu managed between giggles, "but today all this pent-up heat will be released."

Geetha gazed out the window, a thoughtful "Hmm" escaping her lips.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Sindhu asked, sensing a shift in mood. "I was just joking, don't be so sensitive."

Another quiet "Hmm" was all Geetha offered, her gaze still fixed on the passing scenery. 

She found herself unable to articulate the swirl of emotions within her.

"Hey," Sindhu continued, her voice dropping conspiratorially, "In bed, do you dominate or does your husband?"

A blush crept up Geetha's neck, and she turned away. "Me."

"Oh, shy one!" Sindhu exclaimed. "What does your husband do?"

"How can I say that?" Geetha demurred.

"Come on, tell me," Sindhu insisted.

"You're married, don't you know?" Geetha countered playfully.

"Oh, don't avoid the question, tell me," Sindhu pressed.

"Oh, I can't, akka," Geetha pleaded.

Sindhu reached out, gently patting Geetha's right boob. "Okay, what does he do with these?"

"Argh!" Geetha gasped, a mix of exasperation and amusement in her voice. "You're really bothering me, you haven't changed at all, you're crazy."

"Oh, you're younger than me, but you're ripe like a mango," Sindhu teased. "My husband would be biting them right now. If I had what you have, he'd devour them, you know?"

"Do you have anything less than me to say that?" Geetha shot back, a playful glint in her eye.

"Tell me, what does your husband do?" Sindhu persisted.

"He doesn't do all those things," Geetha said, a subtle shift in her tone.

"Then what does he do?" Sindhu probed.

"Hey, stop it, Sis, that's enough," Geetha said, her voice firmer.

"Looking at these, I'm getting jealous," Sindhu continued, seemingly oblivious. "I understand, your husband must be squeezing you."

A pang of sadness resonated within Geetha, a quiet reminder that Gautam didn't engage in such playful, intimate gestures.


At 8 o'clock, Geetha and Sindhu completed their check-in. Before heading to boarding, they embraced affectionately, Sindhu offering her final words of caution.

"This is my first time on a plane, Sis," Geetha confessed, a touch of nervousness in her voice.

"It's nothing," Sindhu reassured her. "Once you go and come back, you'll get used to it."

"Yeah..." Geetha murmured.

"Have a good five days," Sindhu said with a wink, "and make sure you get intensely satisfied."

"Chee, stop," Geetha laughed, pushing her playfully.

"Okay, go. Be careful," Sindhu urged.

"Thanks, Akka..." Geetha began.

"If you say thanks one more time..." Sindhu warned, a smile playing on her lips.

"Bye..." Geetha quickly said.

"See ya..." Sindhu replied, watching her go.

Upon landing in Dubai, a tearful and joyful reunion awaited Geetha. Gautam was there, and they embraced tightly, a testament to the two months of separation. Geetha, in the red churidar Bharat had mentioned, looked radiant to Gautam.

"Geetha, you look so lovely," Gautam breathed, his eyes full of admiration.

"Hmm..." she replied, her voice soft.

"How was your first time on a plane?" he asked.

"It was good," she confirmed.

"You didn't have any trouble in between, right?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go," Gautam said, taking her hand.

At Gautam's flat, they stepped inside, and the door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in their private world. Geetha placed her handbag on a nearby table as Gautam led her straight to the bedroom.

"Come on, I'll show you all the rooms," Gautam began, but his words were cut short.

With a sudden surge of passion, Geetha threw her arms around his shoulders, leaned into him, and passionately kissed his lips. "Umm..." she murmured against his mouth.

Surprised but delighted, Gautam wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and returning the kiss with equal fervor. "Mmm..." he hummed. He was taken aback; Geetha had never initiated a kiss so boldly before. He attributed it to the long separation, assuming she simply couldn't wait any longer.

"Umm... Darling, fuck me," Geetha whispered, her voice thick with desire. She lifted Gautam's shirt, her hands tracing the lines of his waist, then began to pepper kisses all over his face.

"Ha... Hey, shy girl, is that really you?" Gautam teased, his voice husky.

"Uh..." she replied, already unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled him into a tight hug, resting her head on his chest, and kissed his neck. "I missed you so much," she confessed.
He gently placed a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. "Me too," he said, his eyes filled with warmth, before claiming her lips once more. He took her lower lip between his, holding it softly.

"Um..." Geetha moaned, melting into the kiss.

Mid-kiss, Gautam smoothly pulled off Geetha's dupatta, tossing it aside. Still locked in their embrace, he turned her, leaning her gently against the wall behind them. His gaze dropped, lingering intensely on the luscious curves of her breasts. He moved his kisses from her lips to her neck, then descended lower, pressing soft kisses into her cleavage.

"Iss..." Geetha moaned sensuously, her body trembling.

"Ah... Umm..." Gautam murmured, his voice filled with pleasure.

Geetha's fingers tangled in Gautam's hair, guiding his face deeper between her breasts. He buried his face in her cleavage, softly kissing the peaks of his wife's undeniable beauty.

Geetha trembled, a soft moan escaping her lips, her desire escalating.

He lifted Geetha's top to her waist, then, pulling her by the waist, laid her gently onto the bed. The mattress was soft, yielding beneath her, and she felt an exhilarating sense of freedom. Gautam leaned over her, raining kisses upon her lips, cheeks, neck, and breasts.

Two minutes later, Geetha was without her pants, and Gautam was fully undressed. Geetha, with a shy glance, reached out and turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. In the soft gloom, Gautam pulled off her top too. He leaned over her, kissed her lips deeply, then gently parted her legs and moved between them. Geetha, however, stopped him by holding his waist. He looked at her, a question in his eyes.

"Safety..." she whispered shyly.

With a small smile, Gautam rose, retrieved a packet from the desk, tore it open, and returned to the bed. He quickly put it on, then, with eager anticipation, pushed into her.

"Mmm..." Geetha breathed, her hands gripping Gautam's shoulders.

"Ha... Geetha," Gautam murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"Mmm," she responded, pulling him into a tight embrace. He began.


He collapsed onto the bed, within 2 minutes, intense excitement left him panting. Geetha, her eyes briefly closed, reached for the blanket and pulled it over herself, adjusting her top that had been displaced. She turned to look at him.

Gautham met her gaze, leaned in, and kissed her forehead. She returned the kiss. Just then, his phone rang, a summons to work. He rose and began to dress.

"Where are you going?" Geetha asked, her voice laced with surprise.

"To the office," Gautham replied.

Geetha's face fell. She tied the drawstring of her churidar, then rose and knelt on the bed. "What? Didn't you take leave?"

"Yeah..." he murmured.

"What is this, darling?" she pressed, a touch of hurt in her tone. "I've barely been here an hour, and you're already leaving?"

Gautham sat back on the bed, pulling her close. "I'll take leave tomorrow."

"I thought you'd stay a bit longer now," she confessed.

"I'll be with you tonight," he promised.

She pouted, turning her face away in a silent protest. "Hmm..."

"Go to sleep for a bit; I'll be back," Gautham cajoled. "Everything's in the fridge, so cook something. I'll eat there."

Geetha held his hand. "What time will you be back?"

"Seven," he said.

"Okay."

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. "Don't sulk, my dear; I'll be with you all day tomorrow.”

"Hmm, okay," she conceded, the pout softening.

After Gautham left, Geetha surveyed the flat, tidied a few things, and then bathed. She cooked, called her parents, and spoke with them, filling the hours until Gautham returned around 8 PM. By the time he'd freshened up and eaten, the night had passed. Gautham looked tired. They went to sleep.


The next day, he took Geetha to Abu Dhabi, convincing her to wear a modern dress. They explored the city, spending the entire day in joyful discovery. Geetha bought several things she liked, including some Western clothes. As the day concluded, they returned to their building and entered the elevator. Geetha, self-conscious in her short, cream-colored dress, stood close to Gautham, her hand in his.

Back in the flat, Geetha leaned back on the sofa. Gautham approached, embracing her passionately. She pushed him away, hitting his chest lightly, and turned her back. He hugged her from behind.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Don't you know?" she retorted. "You insisted I take this dress when I said no. I tried it on, and you dragged me out like this. Look how it is, my thighs showing. I was so embarrassed to be out like that in public."

"If you were going to be annoyed, I would have said no if you'd told me beforehand," Gautham countered, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Well, you liked it, didn't you?" she challenged.

"So what's with the anger then?"

"It's fine in front of you, but how can I be like this outside, tell me?"

"Okay, it's over, just let it go..." he murmured, bending to kiss her cheeks.

Geetha eagerly met his lips. As they kissed, Gautham took hold of the hem of her dress beneath her thighs, lifted it, and leaned her back onto the sofa.

As he kissed her neck, Geetha grabbed his shirt by the shoulders and yanked, sending two buttons flying. Gautham laughed, untied the string at the front of her dress, pulled the neckline aside, unhooked her bra, and kissed her milky-white breasts. Geetha shivered, a soft "Ahh..." catching in her throat.

"I wanted to see such a beautiful woman in a dress like this, darling," Gautham whispered, caressing her breasts, his fingers stroking her hair.

"Ahh... your wish, darling," Geetha sighed, "I told you it's only in front of you."

Gautham unzipped his pants and let them drop. He pulled off Geetha's panties. Geetha reached down, slipped her hand into Gautham's underwear, and took hold of his manhood. It was a new gesture for her, and Gautham looked at her with surprise, a mix of novelty and desire in his eyes. He kissed her forehead.

"What's this new?" he asked.

"Hmm... Do you like it?"

"Would anything you do not please me, my darling?" he said, as he pulled off his underwear and lifted Geetha's dress to her shoulders, positioning himself between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him, and gazed at him with desire. Their lips met in a deep, hungry kiss.

Gautham, his eagerness palpable, took a condom from his pocket and put it on. As he tried to enter her, Geetha held his manhood with her delicate fingers, teasing it, then welcomed the gardener into her garden. Gautham penetrated, and it began.

"Hmm..." Geetha moaned.

"Ha..." Gautham exhaled.

"Slowly..."

"Ha..."

With both her legs on the sofa, he leaned over her, thrusting, and she wrapped her legs around him, moaning.

"Uff... I couldn't pay proper attention to you when we were home, could I?" Gautham murmured between thrusts.

"Hmm... Don't think like that, don't I understand?"

"H... I know, Geetha, my wife needs it every day, your cunt needs to be fucked daily"

"Hmm... That's why you even video call to see."

"Ha... Oh, I'm so lucky to have found you. You're incredibly lustful today."

"Hmm... That's why this happened as soon as I came."

Gautham, excited by Geetha's touch, moved rapidly and, just like the previous day, finished in less than two minutes. Geetha blissfully kissed him, then hugged him with a touch of sadness, and closed her eyes.

Geetha with respect in their bond, satisfies with the love her husband. However the lust of her pussy, never found fullness with him.

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The next two days unfolded with an ordinary rhythm, until Geetha finally returned home. 


A cab dropped her off, and as the gate creaked open, Swaroopa's face appeared from an upstairs window, offering a warm greeting. Evening had settled, and Sri was nowhere to be seen. When Geetha inquired, Swaroopa mentioned he was on a trip to Karnataka. 

Exhausted from her conversation with Gautam, Geetha decided against cooking, opting instead to order food, which she ate wearily.

The following morning, as she made her slow way to college, Bharath appeared beside her, having run to catch up.

"Good morning, Miss," he chirped, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her.

"Good morning," Geetha replied.

"Did you just get back yesterday?" he asked, eagerness in his voice.

"Yes…"

"Did you have a lot of fun?”

Geetha glanced at the college, a hint of annoyance in her expression. "Uh!" she mumbled.

"Did Gautam Sir kiss you when he saw you?" Bharath pressed.

"Hey, what is this?" Geetha interjected, a blush rising. "Let's talk in the evening, it's getting late, come on."

Later, as Geetha taught, Bharath leaned on his bench, propped his head on one hand, and stared intently at her lips and neck. Her yellow saree, a touch transparent, revealed the faint outline of her white bra through the equally sheer yellow blouse as she wrote on the board. Harish and Bharath exchanged glances, imagining how exquisite she would appear without the blouse if it looked so captivating through the fabric.

"Dude, look at that neck, how beautiful it is," Harish whispered.

"Hmm…" Bharath hummed in agreement.

"If I kissed her on that back…"

"Hmmm," Bharath echoed, a low murmur.

"How is her husband staying in Dubai, leaving her here, man?" Harish wondered aloud.

"Right, that's what I think," Bharath agreed.

"Look at those lips, umm… if I kissed them…"

"I'd devour them," Bharath confessed.

"What's so good about today?" Harish sighed.

"Right?"

Geetha moved a little closer, standing in front of the table, and their gaze dropped to her feet.

"Imagine how white would be her legs, and her thighs, oh, we probably can't handle them," Harish mused.

"Hmmm…" Bharath's internal smile widened. Harish had no idea Bharath was taking tuition from Geetha. He thought about Harish's reaction if he were to reveal that he had touched her feet, had almost kissed them.

Geetha taught only two problems before stopping, lost in thought. "Vandana, keep an eye on the class," Geetha instructed, leaving Vandana in charge before exiting. She didn't return, leaving both boys wondering why she had suddenly departed. Geetha felt overwhelmingly tired, a dull ache throbbing in her head – a lingering effect of the flight journey. She spent the entire afternoon in the staff room. In the evening, she returned home.

With nothing pressing to do, she indulged in a warm bath, changed into a different saree—she wasn't one for nighties—and settled in the hall. She considered calling Bharath to tell him not to come for tuition, but just as she reached for her phone, he arrived. He rushed inside, sat next to her, and anxiously clutched her hand, looking flustered.

"Miss, what happened? Why did you leave like that? Is everything alright? Ramya Miss said you had a headache?" he rattled off, his voice laced with concern.

Geetha's affection for him swelled at his sad inquiry. She patted his head gently, a soft smile gracing her lips, and stroked his hair. "Nothing happened, I'm just a little tired, Bharath."

"Oh no, did you drink tea? Should I make some, Miss?" he offered earnestly.

"No, I already had some."

"Miss, you don't have a fever, do you?”

"Oh no, why would you think that? Nothing happened, it's just the weather."

"Hmm…"

"Actually, I was about to call you to tell you not to come today."

"Why, Miss? I'll do any work you tell me to today," he insisted.

"No need. Go home and study."

"Miss, I don't feel like studying at home."

"Okay, study here. I'll lie down for a while. If anyone comes, tell them, okay?"

"Of course, Miss."

Geetha went to the bedroom and lay down. Bharath pulled out his book, but his mind was entirely on Geetha. After some time, he peeked towards her room.

Geetha, dbangd in a thin green saree, slept soundly, her face turned towards him. One hand rested on the pillow, the other pressed unmoving into the mattress. The pallu of her saree dbangd across her milky waist, revealing it up to her navel, though the navel itself was obscured by the neatly tied pleats. Her forelocks had fallen forward, lightly brushing her nose and lips.



Bharath bent down, his gaze traveling from her head to her toes. The saree had ridden up slightly near her feet, exposing the delicate curve of her white legs. They appeared freshly bathed and glistening, her feet devoid of dust or wrinkles, like sculpted marble.

He couldn't resist. He went and sat at Geetha's feet, gently massaging her left leg. Geetha stirred, waking to find Bharath kneading her calf.

"Hey, Bharath, no, go study," she murmured, surprised.

"No, Miss… you have leg pain, you're not telling me," he insisted, his face falling sadly.

"It's okay, no need, go."

Bharath’s face dropped further. "Miss, it's nothing, let me massage. It will feel good for you. Sir asked me to help you if you had any trouble."

Geetha sat up. "But I don't like getting my legs massaged by someone else."

"Lie down, Miss, it's nothing, you'll feel lighter…" he said, and without further prompting, he began pressing below Geetha's right knee.

As he massaged, a pleasant sensation spread through Geetha. She lay back down on the bed without a word. Bharath softly pressed and stroked the flesh under her knee through the saree with his fingers. Geetha felt a good sensation. He moved to her left leg. As he massaged, he once squeezed the thigh fat above her knee. Geetha shivered.

"Shh… Bharath, massage only below the knee, don't go above, okay?" she whispered.

"Okay, Miss."

He continued to massage below her knee as instructed. After a few minutes, Geetha felt a profound sense of relief, drifting into a comfortable sleep. Bharath continued his gentle massage, then moved down to her feet, taking her right foot into his hand and beginning to massage her toes, just as he had that day. This felt even more pleasurable to Geetha. She lay on her back, entrusting both her feet to Bharath. As he gently massaged them, her nerves relaxed. Bharath looked at Geetha's face, a faint smile playing on her lips. Geetha looked back at him.

"Your feet are so soft, Miss."

"That's what you always say."

"Yes… it's true, Miss."

"Stop, you'll say you want to kiss them again."

Bharath gently scbangd between Geetha's toes with his fingers and pulled them, sending a tingle through her entire body. "Even if I say it, would you let me kiss them?" He rubbed the soles of her big toes with his two thumbs. Geetha felt even more relieved.

"Do you really kiss feet like that?"

Bharath, without stopping, lifted Geetha's right foot and answered by pressing his lips to her big toe. A strange intoxication spread from that toe, up to Geetha's head. Before her very eyes, a boy had kissed her big toe. The thought that Gautam had never done anything like that ignited a new, unfamiliar desire within her.

"No, Bharath, there will be dust," she murmured weakly.

"You just bathed so neatly. There's no dust, Miss," he replied, and kissed her again as he spoke.

"Sss… No, Bharath, that's enough."

He brought her sole to his face, kissed her heel, and his nose rubbed against the arch of her sole, tickling her. Geetha squirmed, unable to speak. "Huh…"

He kissed her big toe again, covering half of it with his lips, taking it into his mouth. 

Geetha felt his saliva and opened her eyes, surprised. She tried to pull back, but Bharath held on firmly, licking her big toe in the folds with his tongue. A surge of heat coursed through Geetha. She stopped pulling her leg and left it there. Noticing that Geetha's leg had become still, he began to suck on her big toe.

"Mmm… Miss, your feet are so delicate."

"But that's not good, Bharath," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He pressed her ankle with two fingers and kissed the fleshy part under her big toe. 

Geetha felt aroused. She closed her eyes, swallowed her saliva, and relaxed. 

He put her right ring toe in his mouth and licked it. 

On one hand, Geetha felt ticklish, but on the other, she was giving in to her desire. She began to abandon the thought of stopping Bharath.

Since her leg was raised, her saree had slipped back a little, revealing the part of her leg a few inches below her knee. 

He reached down and stroked her delicate skin there with his fingers. 

Geetha swayed even more. 

He changed toes, licking and kissing each one, and then did the same to her left leg. He also kissed and squeezed the top of her foot.

"Miss, did you like it?"

"Yes…"

"If you agree, for a little longer…"

"Hmm…"

And then he started sucking and licking her left big toe with his lips again. 

Geetha liked it, closed her eyes, and moaned to herself in desire. 

Bharath's excitement grew as he saw the lustful expressions on Geetha's face. He was devouring Geetha's beloved feet to his heart's content. 

Geetha opened her eyes again. As Bharath took her toes out of his mouth, his lower lip and Geetha's toes were connected by saliva. Geetha was surprised to see it, but she started to strangely like it.

He kissed her foot and tried to go higher, kissing her leg. 

Geetha moved her leg. He stopped. 

Bharath's pants looked swollen. Seeing that, Geetha's body began to tingle. 

Thinking, "Why am I accepting like this?" in confusion, she suddenly stopped Bharath.


"Bharath, that's enough. It's okay."

"Okay, Miss, I'll massage your legs."

"No, nothing. Can you bring some water?"

He looked at Geetha longingly and went to the kitchen as she asked. Geetha understood from his gaze that Bharath had done it intentionally. And Bharath also got his answer that she had allowed it for so long because she liked it. He brought the water.

"Miss, can I sit next to you?"

"Why do you ask like that? Sit."

He sat with one leg on the floor and the other resting on the bed. He looked into Geetha's eyes longingly. "Harish said you looked very good in that yellow saree today, Miss."

"Oh, Harish said that? Didn't you think so?"

"I did."

"You both were staring at me in class, I know. Did you even listen to what I taught today?"

"Sorry, Miss."

"I'm your teacher? Would you look at me like that? Just now, I asked something, and you kissed my feet."

"But Miss, you are so beautiful, I don't know, I just want to look at you like that."

She held his hand and pulled him closer. As Geetha looked into Bharath's eyes with her longing gaze and spoke so close, he felt intoxicated. "Am I really that beautiful?"

"Why do you ask again, Miss? I've been telling you for a long time."

As he spoke, she held Bharath's face. He froze, looking into her eyes. Geetha brought her face even closer. "Thanks, dear."

"For what, Miss?"

"If you hadn't come today, it would have felt very empty, dear. You stayed here for me and helped me with small things."

"Oh, Miss, you teach me tuition. Anil Sir even said recently that I'm studying well now. It's all because of you, Miss."

"Hmm…" But Geetha's eyes seemed a little sad.

"What happened, Miss? What are you thinking about?"

"Bharath, you must study well, okay? Don't look at me in class, listen to the lesson."

"No, Miss, I'll listen."

"Go, bring your books here and study. I'll watch."

Geetha also took her phone and passed the time while Bharath sat beside her and studied. 

The night passed in conversation with Gautam.


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