Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The meal finished, Geeta surveyed the quiet house. Doors and windows secured, she retreated to the bedroom. The air conditioner hummed, bringing a cool solace to the room, yet the warmth Bharat had ignited just an hour earlier refused to dissipate from her thoughts.


Her mind replayed the day's events: stepping out of the staff room, the sudden appearance of Bharat, the brief, surprising brush of their lips, his chest against her breasts had sent a jolt of fire through her, that evening, his presence behind her, his murmured praise, the intoxicating scent of him as he inhaled her own. The unsettling truth that a an another man, a youngster on the cusp of adulthood, not her husband, could awaken such playful, undeniable desire, reignited a burning lust within her.

Her breath grew heavy, a weight settling on her bust. A tingling sensation began to spread, reaching her thighs. Bharat’s gaze, even in memory, seemed to pierce her mind. With a deliberate movement, she let her saree pallu slide down, then unhooked her blouse. She turned to the mirror, her eyes fixed on her reflection. With both hands, she cupped her full, bra-tightened boobs, squeezing them within the confines of the fabric. Her lip caught fiercely between her teeth, a desperate attempt to quell the escalating heat.

The reflection in the mirror seemed to offer a knowing, suggestive smile. As she watched her boobs tighten, her right hand slipped into her bra, fingers closing around her right boob, squeezing it with an almost desperate passion. A soft, involuntary "Sss..." escaped her lips. 

Never before had she indulged in such an act. The tingling sensation was almost unbearable, driving her to caress herself in a futile attempt to quell the rising tempt within.

While she wrestled with the sensations above, a throbbing between her thighs made her feet tremble uncontrollably. Her left hand, almost on its own accord, slipped into the pleats of her saree, below her waist. Playfully, her finger found its way to the hidden intimacy beneath the fabric. "Ahh..." she whispered, a trembling exhalation, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned back, consumed by pleasure.

A shadow of sadness touched her then, the stark awareness of Gautam's absence. The realization that it was her college student who had so profoundly stirred her, that she was indulging in this secret arousal, brought a flush of shyness, yet it only served to intensify the raw passion. With one finger teasing between her thighs and her palm squeezing her bust, she pulled her saree around her like a blanket, closed her eyes, and surrendered to the moment. 

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Even after five days in the village, her body, starved for male companionship, yearned fiercely for another encounter with Bharat. After all, there was no telling when she would see Gautam again.

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A week later, Geetha asked Bharat to stay and help clean the house. They began by tackling the walls of each room. Geetha, meanwhile, set about dusting the items on the shelves. As she reached for objects on the topmost shelf in the hall, her saree pallu was tucked into her waist pleats. Each time she lifted her arms, her waist, like a white serpent was revealed. Unbeknownst to her, Bharat was secretly observing her from the bedroom.

Geetha, however, had long since noticed his lingering glances. A coy smile played on her lips as she returned to her work. To reach yet another high shelf, she realized she needed a stool. She called out to Bharat.

"Bharat, hold this stool, please. I'll arrange these things on top."

"Yes, Miss," he replied, and positioned himself to Geetha's left, steadying the stool with both hands. Her proximity made him feel a little shy, and he consciously averted his gaze from her waist, looking down instead.

Geetha carefully took down dolls and books, wiping each with a dry cloth before putting them back in place. She handed one to Bharat.

"Bharat, hold this for a moment. I'll put it back after I wipe here."

He looked up. The absence of a fan had left Geetha sweating profusely. Her blouse was damp, with beads of perspiration gathering in her armpits and the creases near her boobs. Her pallu had slipped, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage. A bead of sweat, like a dewdrop, appeared on her nipple, and his eyes involuntarily fixed there.

Geetha, seemingly oblivious to Bharat's intense gaze, handed him the doll and continued wiping, both hands raised. On her pale, snow waist, sweat trickled down from her blouse like melting snow from icy mountains, flowing down her back like caramel syrup. 

He swallowed hard, mesmerized by the sight.

As Geetha adjusted items above, her movements caused her body to sway and her waist to stretch. The saree pleats loosened, and her petticoat waistband slipped down by two inches. 

That was the moment the treasure Bharat had been searching for, hidden beneath layers, finally revealed itself. Though small and not very deep, with vertically folded skin, slightly recessed, and surrounded by fat with the redness of veins visible on top, it was a feast for Bharat's eyes. As he stared intently, a stream of sweat trickled down and fell into that small depression, then overflowed, disappearing into the pleats below. 

Bharat found himself breathless, the sight igniting a fervent heat within him. He was barely aware that his own rod between his legs had begun to harden with ecstasy.

Still staring at her waist without blinking, Bharat remained lost in thought when Geetha lowered her hand and asked for the doll.

"Give it, Bharat," she prompted, but he remained silent.

She looked down. Bharat's eyes were wide, and realizing her navel was exposed, she immediately used her finger to pull the pallu across, obstructing Bharat's view. She playfully hit Bharat's face with the cloth in her hand. Startled, he handed her the doll. She smiled, put the items back, and climbed down. He retreated to the bedroom and began dusting the ceiling.

Geetha, realizing her saree had slipped earlier, went into the bedroom to adjust it. Standing before the mirror, she undid her pleats and began tucking them in tightly. Bharat, catching sight of her navel in the mirror through a sidelong glance, sparked a mischievous thought in Geetha's mind. 

She deliberately tucked her saree lower, just below her navel, and bit her lower lip shyly, meeting Bharat's eyes in the mirror. He quickly turned his face away. She laughed softly.
Wondering if Bharat would be captivated by her navel, she kept her saree positioned below it and walked towards him. Bharat was still looking up and dusting, almost finished with his work in that room.

"Miss, all the rooms seem to be done. Is there anything else?" he asked.

"Oh, Bharat, the stairs outside also need dusting. Could you please do that too? Don't mind, I can't do everything by myself."

"No, no... don't say that, Miss. You just tell me any work, I'll do it. It's difficult for you to do all the work alone."

"Thanks, dear." Bharat turned back and offered a faint smile. As he was leaving the room, Geetha remembered something. The fan was also dusty. Then another thought came to her.

"Wait, dear, there's another job." He stopped and looked back.

"Tell me, Miss."

"Well, this fan is also dusty, Bharat. It needs dusting."

"Okay, I'll get the stool."

Geetha deliberately wanted to tease Bharat. She wanted him to stare intently, curious to see how much and where he would look. Bharat brought the stool from the hall and placed it under the fan. As he was about to climb, she stopped him, holding his left hand.

"Wait, I'll dust. You hold the chair."

"No problem, Miss, I'll do it."

"No, Bharat, you don't know properly. It's difficult if you move the wires. Don't. You stay."

With that, Geetha climbed the stool and asked Bharat to hold it carefully. He held it just as he had in the hall. Geetha again deliberately showed her navel while dusting the fan. The same beauty, the same lust-inducing creamy waist with sweat dripping like caramel syrup, the fragrance of her body near her waist, and her overflowing breasts under her arms as she lifted them – seeing all this, his manhood in his pants stirred, causing his zipper to loose.

Geetha smiled shyly, wondering if Bharat was watching, and looked down. He was staring intensely at her "places" without blinking. From above, she could see Bharat's organ protruding, swollen below. Seeing that, new desires sprouted within Geetha.

She climbed down.

"Ugh, my hands are aching. Today's work was too much."

"That's why I said I'd do it, Miss. Wait, you hold the chair, and I'll dust."

Geetha wasn't sure why she was doing it. Her desires were simply compelling her to act that way. She stood beside him. Bharat lifted his legs and climbed onto the stool. Then something happened that made both of them uncomfortable. Since she was standing directly in front of Bharat, the moment he climbed the chair, his swollen protrusion from his pants, bulging, came directly in front of Geetha's face.

Seeing that, Geetha was stunned, and her breathing quickened. Bharat was focused on the fan above, but Geetha's gaze was fixed on Bharat below. A new tingling sensation started in her hands. Her fingers felt itchy. Just five inches from her nose, the top edge of the zipper was slightly unzipped, revealing his underwear inside.

At that moment, Bharat felt something a little off. His pants were pressing. He looked down. Geetha was right in front of him, and he was shocked. Not knowing what to do, he flinched. He quickly lowered his hands and covered his rod with both hands, using the cloth.

Seeing Bharat flinch and nervously cover himself with his hands, Geetha chuckled. She looked up. Bharat's face was flushed red with shame. He was turning his head from side to side, avoiding Geetha's direct gaze, feeling very awkward.

"It's okay, Bharat, I don't mind. Don't be uncomfortable."

Bharat was dumbfounded by Geetha's reaction. He had anticipated a scolding, wondering what to say, but Geetha had spoken so casually. She thought, He's so uncomfortable, hiding this here and hiding his face when he looks up, so innocently. 

“What's done is done. I've unnecessarily embarrassed the boy, that's enough now.”Thinking that, she turned back. But something was pulling her inside. She turned back and looked at Bharat with wide eyes. Bharat, still uncomfortable, climbed down. He kept his gaze down.

"Sorry, Miss, actually..."

"It's okay, Bharat, why are you saying that? It's not your fault, dear."

"Forgive me, Miss."

Moving closer, she placed her hand on Bharat's thigh. "Does it happen everyday like that?"

Not knowing how to respond, he looked down.

"Tell me, dear."

"Miss..."

"Does it happen only when you see me?"

He shook his head in fear.

"Tell me, I won't mind." 

He nodded vertically.

"Bharat, did you think anything wrong of me for touching you like that?"

"No, Miss, not at all."

"You won't tell anyone that I did that, right? It happened accidentally. I'm scared." Geetha's expression was a mix; on one hand, she wanted to tease, but on the other, she felt a pang of guilt. Bharat looked into Geetha's eyes, put the cup aside, and held her right hand.

"No, Miss, I won't tell anyone. Miss, you're missing your husband. It's my fault that you saw that, forgive me, Miss."

"No, there's nothing in that, Bharat. Boys your age are like this. Don't think like that."

"Hmm..."

Looking into his eyes with a mischievous, shy smile, she pulled his left hand to her waist. It felt warm on her navel. Bharat froze in surprise.

"Bharat, please don't misunderstand me. I want Gautham Sir, but he's not here. Could you hold my waist for a while?"

Bharat was completely confused. Like a doll, he nodded vertically to Geetha's request and left his hand there. Geetha was giggling shyly, covering her face.

"Miss, when you blush and smile like this, you look so cute. I could just keep looking at you."

"Uh..."

He moved his hand slightly on her navel. That alone sent shivers through Geetha.

"Uh."

"Oh, sorry, Miss."

She laughed. "It's okay, Bharat."

With a slightly sad face, Bharat said, "I'll miss you tomorrow."

"Why?"

"I'm not coming for the trip, Miss."

"What happened?"

"Miss, I asked my dad for money, but he said he doesn't have any."

"That's fine, Bharat. I'll give it to you. Come, you come."

"No, Miss, taking it from you..."

She put her left arm around Bharat's shoulders and pulled him closer. Bharat rested his head on Geetha's shoulder.

"We are friends, right? Then won't you take it if a friend gives it?"

"It's not like that, Miss."

"Shh... Listen to what I say. There's no one else at home with me, Bharat. You always help me with these tasks sometimes. Thanks."

"Hmm."

"You're coming tomorrow, you won't miss me. I'll write in the register that you gave the money, you just tell them at home and come."

"But, Miss...?"

"Hey, quiet. You said you'd do anything I asked, right? Close your eyes."

He closed his eyes. He stayed there, smelling Geetha's neck. His hand on her waist, his face in her shoulders. Geetha couldn't believe she was like this herself. Keeping Bharat this close felt very comforting to her. Leaning on Geetha felt incredibly comfortable for Bharat; he was closing his eyes dreamily, smelling her scent, and drifting off to sleep.

But thinking that he shouldn't do that, he tried to get up, but she placed her hand on his cheek and again rested his head on her shoulder.

"Just lie down, dear, it's okay."

"It feels good to be with you, Miss. You buy me so much food even without me asking, and now you've asked me to come on the trip too. Thanks, Miss."

"Thank you too, dear. You helped me with everything today."

She wrapped both arms around Bharat, half-hugging him. Her left breast softly touched Bharat's chest, and both felt warm. He closed his eyes and leaned in further.


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