Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The morning of Republic Day found Geetha stepping out, resplendent in a brinjal-colored silk saree, its golden floral designs shimmering with her every movement. 


Just as she opened the gate, Sri, having just finished his run, caught sight of her. His eyes took in her elegant appearance: a violet silk saree with a perfectly matched pink silk blouse, a watch adorning her left wrist, four delicate bangles gracing her right. The saree was meticulously dbangd, neatly pinned at her left shoulder, its pleats tucked in with precision. A delicate gold chain gleamed attractively against her bright, shining neck. What truly caught his eye was the subtle change in her silhouette; her waist, usually showing about half a span on her left side, was now tied higher with the saree pleats, revealing a tantalizing two inches.

They walked towards each other, a sweet, alluring scent of perfume wafting from Geetha. 

In the cool morning air, the fragrance felt like a blissful embrace to Sri.

"Good morning, Vadina," Sri greeted, his voice warm. "Happy Republic Day.”

Geetha chuckled softly. "Ha… Same to you, Sri."

"You look super, Vadina," he continued, a playful glint in his eye. "Be careful, your students might see you and propose with a flower."

A wave of shyness washed over Geetha at his compliment. "Hey…" she chided, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Okay, okay… Bye," Sri said, moving on.

Geetha hurried, reaching the college just as students began to trickle in. By the time the bell rang, the college grounds were abuzz with activity. Teachers meticulously arranged the necessary items on the stage, then gathered near the flag, ready for the ceremony.

As Geetha made her way towards them, a distinct murmur from the tenth-grade classroom caught her attention. She paused, peering inside to see Bharat and Harish wrestling with a large board covered with paper, attempting to place it on a table.

"Bharat, you're still here," she called out, a hint of impatience in her tone. "Come for prayer."

They turned, and a collective gasp seemed to escape them as they beheld Geetha. Both boys were struck by her beauty.

"Ha, we're going, Miss," Harish quickly replied. "Hey, you go put it down, I'll go."

Geetha set her handbag on a nearby shelf. Harish scurried away, leaving Bharat still propping the board. He neatly wrapped its cover, then turned towards Geetha, a slight smile playing on his lips as he leaned forward, standing close beside her.

"What, dear?" Geetha asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"What perfume did you wear today, Miss?" Bharat asked, his voice low, almost a whisper, as he inhaled deeply. "Hmm… it smells very good."

In an instant, her lips curved into a smile, and she laughed shyly. "I thought it was just at home, is it the same here too? Go now.”

"You look very good today, Miss. The saree is very nice." Bharat persisted, his eyes lingering on her.

"Thanks," she replied, a soft flush on her cheeks.

He took a step forward, leaning even closer, bringing his face near her right shoulder. 

Geetha felt a jolt of discomfort as he inhaled her scent, a subtle intimacy she hadn't expected.

"Bh... Bharat, enough, go," she said, her voice a little strained.

"Are you coming, Miss?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.

"I'll come, go.”

"Miss, I'll come home this evening, let's play hide-and-seek."

Geetha, caught off guard by his audaciousness, playfully slapped Bharat's left cheek near her shoulder with three fingers. "Naughty fellow, I'll give you a punishment. Didn't I tell you to go?"

Bharat laughed, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and finally went outside.

Soon, all the children stood in neat rows for prayer, and the ceremony commenced. The flag was hoisted, the resonant notes of "Jana Gana Mana" filled the air, and the principal offered flowers to the revered photos of Freedom fighters. Then came the usual annual sermon, which the children endured with reluctant claps, their minds fixated on the promise of sweets. An hour and a half slowly passed in this manner.

Next, some students showcased their talents, singing songs and performing dances. A drawing competition engaged children from third to sixth grade, while essay competitions challenged those from sixth to tenth. Vandana proudly claimed first prize in the essay competition, with Vishal, a ninth-grader, securing second. In between, a few teachers also shared their thoughts.

As everyone sat below, the teachers occupied the front rows—men in one, women in another. Geetha stood prominently in front of the tenth graders, and Bharat's gaze remained fixed on her.

From behind, her braid cascaded down her back, her high buttocks just below, and her waist, visible about a span above them. High heels accentuated her posture. Seeing her white feet, a private smile touched his lips as he recalled their earlier encounter. As his gaze drifted upwards, he noticed that one of the four hooks of her blouse, on her back, was undone. He pondered how to discreetly inform her. Chandana was next to him. He wanted to call her, yet felt a surge of shyness about talking to girls. Still, the thought that someone else might see Geetha's undone hook where he had seen it compelled him. He called Chandana in a low voice.

"Chandana…"

She turned, nodding inquisitively. He gestured towards Geetha, subtly pointing her out. 

Chandana looked, then, still confused, asked again what he meant.

"Look at Miss's saree."

It was then that Chandana noticed Geetha's undone hook.

"Go tell her," Bharat urged.

She slowly rose, approached Geetha, and whispered the information. Bharat watched intently. Both women then disappeared into a nearby classroom.

"Thanks, Chandana," Geetha said gratefully.

"Bharat told me, Miss," Chandana replied.

"Hmm…" Geetha mused, a silent thought passing through her mind: This fellow is always watching me, naughty fellow.

Chandana returned and sat down. Bharat offered a slight, knowing smile. Chandana, looking annoyed, gestured towards the stage, as if to say, Look that way.

Geetha, despite her initial annoyance, found herself liking that Bharat, even while watching her, hadn't left her back exposed. Instead, he had discreetly told Chandana, allowing her to fix it. She thought he was a good boy, even if he couldn't take his eyes off her. She also smiled to herself, acknowledging his shyness in not telling her directly and sending Chandana instead.

Meanwhile, Bharat's thoughts were far from innocent. He imagined the firmness of Geetha's chest with her hook undone, the tautness of her breasts pressed within that tight blouse, and how much more tempting her cleavage, which already looked beautiful in a salwar without the pallu, would be in this saree. A wave of heat surged through him, a burning sensation igniting below.

Finally, Anil took the stage and called out for Bharat. 

Geetha watched. 

Bharat went and spoke to Anil, then, with Harish, went into the tenth-grade classroom and retrieved the board they had propped on the table earlier. Anil spoke into the microphone.

"When he was in 8th grade, Bharat brought a beautiful nature scenery painting. This time too, he brought another painting. If it's good, our Principal Sir will give him another prize this time too. Bharat, show it." Anil announced.

They set the board on a small table, Harish on the right and Bharat on the left, as they unwrapped the paper cover. Once they moved aside, the painting was revealed to all. 

Bharat, shy, kept his head bowed.

Everyone was amazed. Geetha's gaze first went to Bharat, noting his blush and bowed head. She smiled, then looked at the painting. It was a stunning depiction of a beautiful woman, seated, engrossed in a book—a truly wonderful piece of art. Her pupils widened, she looked more closely, and then a flicker of suspicion crossed her face. She looked directly at Bharat; he immediately turned his face away.

Praise erupted from the crowd. 

The Principal, a connoisseur of art, admired paintings and painters even more.  He lauded Bharat profusely and embraced him. The program concluded, and everyone dispersed to their respective classes.

Each student received packets of boondi and a sweet. Harish, ever opportunistic, snagged an extra one near Geetha. Geetha, with a soft smile, gave him another to give to Bharat. After everything settled, Bharat, Harish, Chandana, and Vandana found themselves in the classroom, just as they had been yesterday.

It was almost half-past eleven. Bharat contemplated telling Geetha he was leaving. While the four of them lingered in the classroom, Vandana broke the silence.

"Hari, shall we go somewhere?"

"Meaning?" Harish asked.

"Let's have ice cream."

"Let's go," Harish agreed readily.

Vandana, Harish, and Chandana headed out together, asking Bharat to join them. Bharat, however, declined.

"Hey, come on?" Harish urged.

"I don't have money," Bharat replied, a hint of resignation in his voice.

Chandana laughed, came closer, and playfully pulled Bharat by the hand. "You go," Bharat insisted.

"Sister will give you, come on," Chandana countered, her grip firm.

The four walked to the bakery together. Bharat glanced back, catching sight of Geetha heading home. He wished he could go with her, but since his friends were there, he didn't mind. Bharat quickened his pace for a short distance, Chandana walking closely behind him, while Harish and Vandana strolled together.

"Your sister has been saying 'Bharat, Bharat' since the other day," Harish commented to Vandana.

"I don't know anything," Vandana replied evasively.

"She never used to talk to him, right?"

"Hmm… yes, Bharat is studying now, it's not like before."

"Ha," Harish agreed.

"He's a year older than us, right?" Vandana inquired.

"Yes."

Chandana turned to Bharat. "Are you coming for vacation next week?"

"I don't know, Chandana," Bharat confessed. "They said the fees are two thousand rupees, I don't know if my parents will give it or not."

"So you're not coming?"

"I don't know, Chandana."

"Don't keep saying Chandana, be free."

"Okay."

"You could come, right? Then there will be exams again, just studying."

Bharat wondered why Chandana was being so familiar with him. They continued walking. 

He looked back again to see Harish and Vandana deep in conversation.

"Say something?" Chandana prompted him.

"What should I say?"

"Anything."

"You say something."

Just then, Harish entered the bakery and called them inside.  Chandana’s conversation paused.

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In the evening, as Geetha chatted with Vimala, Bharat arrived wearing shorts. He greeted Geetha with a polite "good evening" and went inside the house. Geetha finished her conversation with Vimala and followed him indoors.

"Didn't I tell you not to come wearing shorts?" Geetha chided playfully.

"Sorry, Miss, Mom didn't wash my pants today," Bharat replied sheepishly.

Geetha still wore the same beautiful silk saree, as enchanting as she had been that morning. "Okay, wait," she said, and went into the kitchen. Unlike in the morning, her lower back was now visible, and Bharat found himself staring at it. He followed her.

"Miss, are you making tea?" Bharat asked.

"Ha, Bharat, I have a bit of a headache," Geetha replied, her voice soft.

"Oh no, why, Miss?"

"I don't know, I slept a bit earlier but it didn't subside."

He considered standing next to Geetha, but given her headache, he decided against it and returned to sit on the sofa.

Geetha brought the tea, and he took his cup. As she drank, his gaze was drawn to her lips. 

The tea foam clung to the edge of her lips, and as Geetha delicately took it in with her tongue, Bharat felt an even deeper intoxication.

"Miss, you said you'd give me a punishment," Bharat ventured, breaking the comfortable silence.

"For what?" Geetha asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"That… in class, you…"

"I was just joking," she chuckled, dismissing it.

He shifted a little closer, a smile playing on his lips. "You could give it, Miss, please."

Geetha began to wonder what he might ask. "I won't," she stated firmly.

"Please give it, Miss, please," he pleaded, his eyes earnest.

"Hey, don't do all those naughty things," she warned, her tone softening. "I said I have a headache, study silently."

He got up, went behind the sofa, and began to massage Geetha's forehead with his fingers.

"All this is not necessary, dear, you study," Geetha said, though a hint of pleasure was in her voice.

"You stay, I'm doing it," Bharat insisted.

As he ran his fingers through her hair on her head, Geetha felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. "Hmm… good, Bharat."

"But you said no?"

"Why give you work?"

"Miss, how many times have I told you, if there's any work, tell me, I'll do it."

While talking, he pressed his two fingers on her forehead, bringing them to the center, then making circular motions near her ears. Geetha began to feel immensely relieved. She slowly closed her eyes and leaned back, surrendering to the sensation.

He gently lifted her braid and placed it outside the sofa, ensuring Geetha's comfort. 

Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear, "Miss, should I undo your braid?"

Geetha, eyes still closed, simply replied, "Hmm."

He undid the rubber band from her braid, letting her hair fall loose, brought it forward, and slowly massaged her head with his fingers. "Miss, would you like some oil?"

"I shampooed today, no."

He moved his hands to her neck, gently massaging the rings on her back with his two thumbs, making Geetha's nerves stretch and feel light. He bent his head forward, leaning down, and placed his face behind Geetha's neck, continuing to stroke with his fingers, then brought his nose near her shoulders, inhaling the perfume scent.

His fingers traced her cheeks, then moved to her shoulders. He softly grasped and massaged the shoulder muscles next to her neck. Geetha felt a sensuous shiver run through her. "Ah… s…"

"What happened, Miss?" Bharat asked, his voice low.

"Nothing, you continue."

“He's doing it so well. My husband is there, 

he'd only give Amrutanjan balm if I said I had a headache, 

but he doesn't know that his wife has two wings that need massaging.

Tsk… what am I thinking? Geetha, enough.”

Her desires and her mind were locked in a silent battle, while the sensation Bharat was giving her ignited a burgeoning heat within her. From above, the pallu on her chest covered those beauties, but if it were an inch lower, her cleavage might be visible. Bharat was silently wishing it were a little lower.

He leaned down again and whispered seductively in her ear, "Miss, tie your braid, it's getting in the way of your shoulders."

As Bharat asked, she tied her braid into a bun. He continued to press her shoulders while talking near Geetha's ear. Pressing, he moved his hands downwards, running his thumbs upwards between her shoulder blades on her back. Geetha's body shivered with the unexpected touch.

"Iss… Bh… Bharat," she gasped.

He came up again, pressed her shoulders, massaged her neck with his thumbs, and asked in her ear, "Is it good, Miss?"

"Ha…"

"Is the headache reducing?"

"It's gone long ago."

"Oh, really, Miss?"

Saying that, he lightly touched his tongue to her back below her neck, licking it gently. As that cool tongue touched her soft, buttery back, her insides melted. She twisted, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Mmm… Bharat, what are you doing?"

He kissed the spot he had licked. "Miss, I licked when I massaged your legs, so now too…"

She put her hands back and held Bharat's head, gently stopping him. "Enough, Bharat, come and sit here."

Bharat, without a word, came and sat in front of her. Smiling, she pulled Bharat closer and held his hand. "Thanks, dear."

"Hmm…"

"Miss, you look like an angel today, you know?" Bharat said, his voice soft with admiration.

Geetha was overwhelmed by his words. She covered her face, a deep blush staining her cheeks. "I'm not that beautiful, why do you say that?"

"Why do you think that, Miss? I won't accept it if you say that. In fact, if anyone sees your beauty…" He stopped speaking, and Geetha looked at him questioningly.

"Tell me…"

"No, let it be. You might think otherwise and scold me."

"Ok… tell me."

"It's… Miss… you are very cute, your lips are like rose petals, just looking at them makes me want to kiss them. And your waist, how gracefully it sways when you walk. And your…"

"Oh my, you have so many words, dear," Geetha said, feigning surprise. "Why did you stop, tell me."

He turned his face to the left, avoiding her gaze. "No, Miss."

Geetha pinched his cheek playfully. "What does your girlfriend say?"

Bharat was surprised, his face going blank as if he hadn't understood. "What?"

"That Chandana, what does she say?"

"No, Miss, nothing like that. We just went to the bakery."

"Oh, naughty, aren't you going to tell me too?"

"There's nothing to tell, Miss."

"Why do you say that, dear? Don't you like Chandana?"

"I like her."

"Oh, so she's your girlfriend?"

"Ah!… No, Miss."

"Haha…" She laughed, and playfully hit him on the head. "Fool, if you say yes, I won't scold you, this isn't college."

A few moments of comfortable silence passed. Geetha moved even closer. Bharat, shy, looked down, still not meeting her gaze.

“I know, the woman in painting, it’s me, 

but I want to hear him say it. 

He's waiting for me to ask and not mentioning it at all, 

otherwise wouldn't he have asked me how the painting was by now?”

"Look here," Geetha gently commanded.

Bharat looked up. Geetha smiled slightly, looking directly into his eyes. "You drew that painting well."

Bharat flinched for a second. Geetha noticed it too. "In that painting…" Before Geetha could complete her question, he answered, stammering.

“Miss… that's you… that's you."

“At that moment, I didn't know how to react, 

but my body was pulling me to give something in return. That's why…”

Geetha, though shy, looked directly into Bharat's eyes, brought her head forward, and playfully kissed Bharat's forehead with her soft, rosy lips.

Bharat was frozen in surprise. She smiled, pinched his cheek, and said, "You drew me very beautifully, dear, thanks."

For Bharat, time seemed to stop; he looked, bewildered, like a statue, blinking. Geetha tapped his cheek lightly.

"Miss…"

"How did you feel like painting it like that?"

He wasn't speaking, looking down, shaking, avoiding her gaze. Geetha took his chin and gently turned his face towards her.

"Tell me…?"

"I don't know, Miss, it just came to me. I see you every day, right?"

Pinching his cheek again, "Naughty fellow, if you study well, I'll give you another kiss."

Bharat was happy but also confused by her words and actions. She took his face in her hands, pulled him close, and asked, "Will you really do anything I ask you to, dear?"

"Hmm…”

"Will you paint me another picture?"

"Now?"

"Not now, anytime?"

"Definitely, Miss."

"Okay, study."

"Hmm…”

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Three days had passed with not much excitement, study routine followed. However, Bharath’s presence has lingered Geetha with a subtle amusement deep in her thoughts.


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To be continued……