Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The day after her trip, Geetha reveled in the luxury of a day off. She immersed herself in household chores, a whirlwind of activity that left her pleasantly tired. A creature of habit, especially on holidays, she looked forward to her afternoon nap. After a satisfying meal, she settled onto her bed, leaning back against the pillows. With time on her hands, a familiar thought crept in: What’s wrong with indulging in that porn addiction again? Her laptop was soon retrieved.


As an erotic video unfolded, a particular scene caught her attention—a foot massage. It instantly brought Bharat to mind. The man in the video lifted the woman’s sole and sucked her toes, an action that mirrored Bharat's intimate gesture from that recent trip. Later, as the video depicted the man furiously doggy-style fucking the woman on a table, a pang of sadness pierced Geetha. Why wasn't she experiencing such raw passion?

Just then, her phone rang.

“Did you eat, darling?” Gautam’s voice was warm

“Hmm, I ate,” Geetha replied, her voice a little distracted.

“No college, right? What are you doing then?”

“Uh… uhm…” Geetha stammered, caught off guard.

Gautam, on the other end, picked up on faint moaning sounds. “Hey, what kind of mood are you in?” he chuckled.

“Oh, how did you know?” Geetha asked, a playful note in her voice.

“Silly girl, I told you not to watch those videos, why do you? Who even got you hooked on them?”

“Leave that, do you know what I feel like, dear?” she cooed.

“Oh, tell me.”

“Uh…” Geetha hesitated, a blush creeping up her neck.

“You don’t feel shy watching, but you do shy away from telling,” Gautam teased.

“How would it be if we watched together?” she ventured.

“If we watched together…”

“Darling, make a video call, I’ll show you.”

“What will you show me?”

“I’ll take off my entire dress.”

“Hey, I’m at the office. Other people are here, no.”

“Darling… can I ask you something?”

“Ask.”

“What do you like about me?”

“No, you’re already shy, you’ll get even shyer if I tell you.”

“Tell me.”

“Don’t you know what I like?”

“Hmm, I know.”

“Oh, really? Tell me what?”

“Oh, you want me to say it, but I’m shy.”

Gautam laughed. “Hahaha… By the way, did Bharat come on that trip?”

“Yes, he did, dear.”

“Did you tell him about all your work, to that poor kid?”

“No, he helped even when I told him not to.”

“And… how was it?”

Geetha's mind drifted back to Bharat, replaying every interaction. Her pussy, already hot from the videos, surged with lustful desires at the memory. She subtly rubbed a finger over her clitoris. “Umm… it was nice, the waterfall, but we walked a lot, that was the problem.”

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. “Dear, I’ll call you later, Vimla Akka might have come.”

“Okay, darling. Mwah, take care.”

“Mwah, love you.”

She rose, adjusted her saree, closed the laptop, and tucked it discreetly under the TV in the hall. As expected, Vimala stood at the door. Geetha spent some time chatting with her. 

While they spoke, a message from Bharat popped up on her phone: "Miss, can I come home for a bit? I’m bored here." She ignored it, continuing her conversation. 

The previous day's walking had left her a bit tired, and after Vimla left, she drifted off to sleep.

The evening brought her awake. Stepping outside, she found Jatin and Bharat engrossed in a game of shuttlecock in the neighbor’s yard. They had strung a net in the small space in front of their house. Geetha closed her door and headed towards Vimala’s. Bharat, mid-game, spotted her.

“Good evening, Miss.”

“Oh, evening.”

Bharat was intentionally letting Jatin win, a fact that made Jatin beam with pure joy. 

Geetha and Vimla watched, amused by the scene. Laughter bubbled up from them, infecting everyone with its lightheartedness. Then, Sri descended from upstairs, taking the racket from Jatin’s hand.

“Wait, I’ll play for a bit.”

Jatin pouted, clearly sulking. “Oh, brother, you’re taking mine.”

“Will you let me play for five minutes?” Sri pressed.

“Take Bharat bro’s,” Jatin grumbled.

“Why are you interfering, Sri, between them?” Geetha chided gently.

“Hey, they set up the net so well, and have shuttles, but he’s just wasting time playing with a little kid. Come on, Bharat, let’s play a match, eleven points, win against me.”

“Oh, we’re not big enough to win against you, bro,” Bharat replied, feigning humility. “We’re just playing because it’s a holiday today.”

“Hey… stop it. It’s been a long time since I played. Let’s play a quick round.”

The two began to play, their movements swift and precise, a stark contrast to the children’s more leisurely game. Geetha and Jatin found themselves with a singular task: watch the shuttlecock dart between Bharat’s and Sri’s sides, their heads swiveling back and forth in unison. For the first time, the shuttlecock fell near Bharat.

“Hey, Sri brother, first point!” Jatin cheered.

Geetha pulled Jatin close to her. “Let’s count their points,” she whispered.

This time, Sri served, but Bharat couldn’t receive it. All three burst into laughter. Bharat, looking a touch sulky, tossed the shuttlecock back to Sri.

“Sri bro, two points!” Jatin announced.

Sri served again. Bharat returned it, and after a rapid exchange of four or five more shots, Sri finally missed.

“Bharat bro, one point!” Jatin exclaimed.

The game continued, points accumulating, reaching five for Bharat and eight for Sri. As they played non-stop, Bharat's enthusiasm grew, and he truly began to showcase his skill. The shuttlecock struck the racket with a satisfying “thang” sound. The speed of their shots was relentless, and suddenly, with a forceful swing, the racket in Bharat’s hand snapped and fell to the ground.

Seeing his broken racket, Jatin burst into tears. “Mom, he broke my bat! He wouldn’t let me play when I wanted to.”

Bharat immediately went to Jatin, comforting him, while Geetha, standing nearby, chuckled. “I’ll buy you another one tomorrow, don’t cry,” Bharat promised.

“You, Sri, unfairly stopped them from playing,” Geetha admonished good-naturedly.

“Yes, why did you come, bro?” Bharat added, a hint of playful accusation in his voice.

“Oh, what did I do? He played like a big player and broke it. It’s not my fault,” Sri defended himself.

Hearing her son’s cries, Vimala emerged from her house. “Why are you crying?”

Geetha explained what had happened.

“Hey Bharat, you buy it,” Vimla stated.

“Yes, I’ll buy it, aunty. It’s my mistake,” Bharat readily agreed.

After the commotion settled, Sri went off somewhere, and Bharat followed Geetha into her house. He switched on the fan near the door and sat down. Geetha went inside and returned with a bottle of water.

“Uff… Thanks, Miss,” Bharat said, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

“You have a test tomorrow, and pre-finals in three days. Aren’t you afraid of studying that you came here to play?” Geetha teased.

He drank the water and placed the bottle on the teapoy next to him. “I brought my bag, Miss. I’ll study here.”

“Okay, okay,” Geetha conceded.

Right in front of her, Bharat stood up, his body glistening with sweat from the game, and casually pulled off his T-shirt. He retrieved a handkerchief from his bag and began to wipe himself down. 

Geetha, caught off guard, averted her gaze. 

Though Bharat was quite slender, his chest was broad. His athletic pursuits kept him fit. He was tall that his lips would reach Geetha’s eyes. A teenage boy's body, without much hair, yet with muscles slightly bulging on his chest and shoulders, and a few veins visible in the curves of his neck, he possessed an undeniable allure.

His stomach was flat with little protrusion of six pack. His chest swelled with each deep breath. Wiping the sweat from his neck, he moved the handkerchief downwards, rubbing it over his chest. He then looked up, his gaze meeting hers. He caught her staring. A shy smile touched his lips, and he placed a hand over his chest.

“Don’t look at me, Miss.”

Shyness glowed on Bharat’s cheeks, and Geetha found it utterly amusing.
“Your body is good, boy,” she said, a laugh escaping her lips.

Bharat beamed, lowering his face, consumed by shyness.

“What’s wrong, boy? Are you shy like a girl?” Geetha teased further.

“Stop it, Miss.”

“Haha…” Geetha’s fingers tingled with an insistent urge to touch Bharat. Suppressing the desire, she reached for the water bottle beside her. She stole another glance at Bharat’s chest, pretending not to be looking. Then, from seemingly nowhere, Bharat’s voice broke the silence.

“Miss, do you want to touch me?”

Geetha flinched, the bottle slipping from her grasp and falling to the floor. Bharat bent down, picked it up, and handed it back to her, his gaze locked with hers, a hint of shyness still in his eyes. Geetha’s breath hitched.

“Uh!… Not really…” she managed to stammer.

“Really, Miss?” He took a step closer, now just one step away from her. Geetha shifted the bottle from her right hand to her left. Noticing her subtle discomfort, Bharat's curiosity deepened. He wondered if she would touch him, and how she would react if he pushed the question again, fearing he might be overstepping.

"Ah!... Geetha, no, let him study."

"Who knows if such an opportunity will come again."

Caught in a silent battle between her mind and her body, Geetha slowly reached out and touched the middle of Bharat’s chest with her fingertips. He flinched at the unexpected touch of her cool hands. Bharat’s body odor enveloped her, a strangely intoxicating scent. She pressed her palm into the middle of his chest, stroking downwards, her hand reaching his stomach, feeling its firmness. It felt warm beneath her touch, and she bit her lower lip. 

Bharat noticed the gesture. His breathing quickened, and his chest became heavy, its firmness palpable beneath her fingers.

"How firm he is!"

He turned his face away, as if avoiding her gaze, anticipating her observation. When Geetha looked up, their eyes met. Geetha let out a small breath from her mouth. “Hh…”

“Miss…..” Bharat questioned, his eyes searching hers.

“How old are you, boy?”

“Miss…?”

“Hmm…. I’m asking your age?”

“Seventeen officially, Miss, don’t you know?”

As she gently rubbed her soft palm on his chest, just below his neck, Bharat’s heart pounded. He breathed out heavily, "Hah," and the warm breath hit Geetha’s face, intoxicating her. The warmth of his body sent delicious waves through her. As she made circular motions with her index finger on his chest, he tickled and squirmed.
“Stop it, Miss.”

Geetha’s gaze was full of lust as she stroked his left nipple with her finger.

“Hah… Miss.”

"Hah! I want to bite those shoulders."

"Hey Geetha, what are you doing? Stop yourself, stop."

She snapped back to reality and quickly removed her hand. Looking down, Bharat’s pants were bulging forward. Seeing that, she gave a shy smile and blinked her eyelashes. Bharat also noticed it and smiled slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Hey Bharat.”

“Yes, Miss.”

When she flinched, the bulge also seemed to move upwards. Geetha felt a surge of ecstasy looking at that sight. She smiled and, leaving the hall, went to her bedroom. Bharat, meanwhile, put on his T-shirt and sat down again, pulling out his books.


Geeta, with a refreshed sense of order, had just finished tidying the bedroom, the crisp new bedsheet a testament to her efforts. Broom in hand, she moved from room to room, sweeping away the day's dust. The whirring fan was switched off as she approached the sofa, where Bharat sat, feet propped up, engrossed in a book. As she swept around him, bending low to reach the outer edges, her back was momentarily turned. Bharat, eyes lifting from his pages, found his gaze drawn to her. Tall and curvaceous, her saree gathered at her waist, she presented a captivating figure. A flicker of desire crossed his face. For a fleeting two seconds, Geeta shifted to her left, her waist becoming visible. A thought, a whisper of suspicion, crossed her mind: Was he looking? She subtly turned her head, but Bharat had already averted his gaze.

Work concluded, she settled beside Bharat. He closed his book, his attention now solely on her.

"Miss, I don't feel like studying now," he declared.

Geeta playfully pinched his cheek. "If you don't study, I'm not the one who'll give you marks in exams, hero. How will you get score?"

"Miss, let's watch TV for a bit, Miss."

"No, you study."

He adopted a childlike pout, leaning forward, his gaze earnest as he pleaded, "Please... please Miss..."

Geeta's lips curved into a smile. "Okay..."

"Shall we at least look at the photos you took there the other day?"

"Hmm."

A sudden urge to relieve herself sent Geeta to the washroom. Bharat, eyeing Geeta's phone, then noticed a laptop near the TV. He picked it up, placed it on the tea stand, and settled back on the sofa, opening the lid. A password prompt appeared.

Emerging from the washroom, Geeta spotted forgotten bowls on the dining table and moved to take them to the kitchen. Bharat's voice stopped her.

"Miss, what's the laptop password?"

"Geeta2639."

In the flurry of her chores, Geeta had forgotten what she'd left open on her laptop. Bharat, having entered the password, watched as a Chrome page slowly loaded. Curiosity held him captive for a few moments, then the website fully appeared, displaying a porn video Geeta had paused mid-play.

A jolt of shock coursed through him. Simultaneously, a wave of panic washed over Geeta as she remembered. She came out of the kitchen, her eyes fixed on Bharat. 

Shock mirrored in his own, he immediately slammed the laptop shut, a tremor running through him, and darted a glance at Geeta, wondering if she had seen.

Their gazes met. 

Geeta, overwhelmed with shyness, buried her face in her hands. Bharat, turning his head away, covered his mouth, a suppressed laugh escaping him. Feeling utterly mortified, Geeta turned back, washed her hands, and returned to sit beside Bharat. Avoiding his gaze, she switched on the TV, focusing intently on the screen.

Bharat, still looking away, chuckled to himself, his shoulders shaking with amusement. 

Geeta couldn't ignore it.

"Enough, stop Bharat."

"S... Sorry, Miss."

She snatched the remote from his hand, an annoyed frown on her face, and changed the channel.

"Miss, do you watch things like that too?", he laughed a little loud.

She delivered a playful, feigned blow to his shoulder, a blush rising on her cheeks. "Stop Bharat, and anyway, for you to know such things at this young age, you're really spoiled."

"Oh, if teachers can be spoiled, why can't students be?"

"Stop Bharat, that's enough."

"S... Sorry, Miss..." he choked out, stifling another giggle.

She reached back and gently tapped his head. "Then what? You're doing too much!"

Bharat simply couldn't contain his laughter. "Geeta Miss is really missing sir," he managed between chuckles.

Her nose crinkled in irritation, and she pushed him away. "Go home today, you're doing too much."

He quieted down, then reached for her hand. "Sorry Miss, did I hurt you?"

Geeta adopted a sulky expression, turning her head away.

"Forgive me, Miss, I teased you. You always say to be good, and after seeing that, I just laughed. That's why... forgive me, Miss."

"Hmm... But who told you to take my laptop without my permission?"

"Forgive me, Miss... It's my mistake, I won't do it again."

"I'm your teacher, you're not even afraid of me."

Bharat, looked directly at her. "Miss, please don't be like that, you're so cute."

At his words, Geeta's cheeks flushed a vibrant red, like hibiscus flowers. A faint smile touched her lips, and she hid her face with the end of her saree.

"You've started again."

"Miss, look here."

She raised her gaze to meet his.

"Sorry Miss... I didn't mean to interfere in your personal matters. But we're friends, right? That's why I laughed. I'm truly sorry."

Bharat's sincere apology softened her. She said nothing, only pulled him closer. "You know how embarrassed I felt, right? These aren't things you talk about with just anyone, right?"

"Miss, I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Hmm... But you're not at all scared of me, are you?" She pinched his shoulder hard.

"Ouch... Miss, why are you pinching again?"

"Ha... Are you watching things like this? You've become very spoiled."

"Oh, please stop, Miss, it hurts."

"Rascal, if I see you watching things like this again, I'll kill you!"

"I won't, Miss... But promise me one thing."

"What?"

"You shouldn't watch them either."

She playfully feigned anger and hit him. "Naughty fellow, telling me? Wait till I tell your family."

"Ah!... No, Miss, no."

"Hmm, study, take out your books. You're not even eighteen yet, and you're already watching so much. Anyway, first, we should blame the person who invented this smartphone; children are getting ruined."

Bharat chuckled. Geeta shot him an angry look, then he turned his attention to the TV. They both shared a laugh over two or three comedy scenes. After half an hour, Geeta turned off the TV.

"That's enough, study now."

He retrieved his books and began to study. Geeta sat beside him, meticulously stitching hooks onto a new saree blouse she had bought during her visit to her mother's house. Lost in thought, Bharat glanced up at Geeta. She swayed her head vertically, silently asking "What?", and he shook his head horizontally before returning to his book.

Geeta picked up her phone and called Gautam, but there was no answer. She tried two or three more times, and her message went unanswered as well. Annoyance simmered within her, so engrossed in her irritation that she didn't notice Bharat.

His focus on studying wavering, he playfully shifted closer, casually dbanging his arm behind her shoulders. He buried his face in the soft curve of her neck and gently kissed it. In a flash of anger, Geeta raised her hand and slapped Bharat hard across the cheek. 

Unprepared for the sudden strike, Bharat recoiled in alarm, moving to the far end of the sofa, a pitiful expression on his reddened cheek. He believed he had overstepped, prompting her angry reaction.

Geeta, too, remained still, unmoving. He rose, grabbed his bag, and started towards the door.

"Bharat, wait!"

He turned back, tears welling in his eyes. "Sorry, Miss..."

She immediately got up, caught his hand, stopped him, and pulled him back. He turned to face her, his gaze downcast, standing silently in a sulk.

"If you leave, I'll be bored, why are you leaving without telling me?"

He remained silent. She gently placed her index finger under his chin and lifted his head. His eyes, however, still avoided hers.

"Look."

"Sorry, Miss."

She smiled softly, affectionately brushing the hair from his forehead. "Look here."

He finally met her gaze. She offered a gentle, comforting smile. "What, is the puppy sulking because it got slap?"

"There's no puppy here, I'm a human."

"Haha... Will you sit next to me? Come, sit." She led him back to the sofa, seating him beside her, her arm around his shoulders, pulling him close.

"I'll never do that again without asking, Miss."

She placed her right hand on his face, drawing him close to her neck. He playfully blew a soft "Woof" into her ear, sending a pleasant shiver down Geeta's spine.

"No, you'll get angry."

She gently squeezed his chin and cheeks, leaning his face forward, looking into his eyes, and smiling. "It's nothing, okay? I'll say sorry for slapping you."

Suddenly, Bharat's index finger rested on Geeta's lips. Her eyes widened like a doll's, and she froze for a moment.

"Why you, no." He realized the unexpected gesture and quickly withdrew his finger. Geeta felt a wave of amusement. In an attempt to change the subject, Bharat suggested looking at the photos from Dubai.

Geeta took her phone and opened the gallery. As Bharat scrolled through, he saw Geeta in various dresses, noting how beautiful she looked in them. 



He looked at her and asked, "Miss, do you wear these dresses too?"

Geeta felt a surge of pleasure. She bit her lip and blushed. "No, he told me to wear them there..."

"Did you bring them, Miss?" Bharath blurted, his eyes wide with anticipation.

Geetha offered a faint smile and a slight nod. She gently took his left hand, cradling it within her own.

"Miss, could you come here for a moment? You're very cute," Bharath pleaded, and Geetha, taken aback and shy, felt a blush creep across her cheeks.



Her green dress, gathered at her knees, revealed a glimpse of her thighs. Bharath’s gaze lingered on her milky-white legs, his mouth watering. He pointed. "Miss, could you wear this? It looks really good."

"Bharath, please understand," Geetha replied, her voice soft, "I feel uncomfortable wearing such things in front of everyone."

"Miss, I'm the only one here. Please, just wear it once and show me, please Miss," he insisted.

Geetha playfully pinched his cheek and shook her head. "Not today, maybe some other time, okay?"

Bharath’s shoulders slumped, his lower lip tucked under his upper, like a disappointed puppy denied a treat.

"Hey, that's enough. study," Geetha urged.

"Please, Miss… You look so good, just once," he persisted, his voice a low whine.

"Won't you listen?" Geetha asked, a hint of exasperation in her tone.

"Hmm…"

She pulled him onto her lap, and he rested his head on her left shoulder. Slowly, deliberately, he kissed her shoulder.

"Hey…" Geetha murmured.

He offered a faint smile. As he shifted slightly, Bharath’s nose found its way between Geetha's cleavage and armpit. A delicate tremor ran through her. He inhaled deeply, savoring the subtle aroma.

"Oh, puppy, come up," Geetha chuckled.

"Your smell is so good," he mumbled contentedly.

"Oh, these are getting too much. You need another smack," she teased, though her voice held no real anger.

He moved up, resting his head on her shoulder once more. "Miss, tomorrow is my birthday."

"Oh, really? So you'll be seventeen tomorrow," Geetha replied.

"That… my mom registered my age one year less, Miss. According to that, I'm seventeen, but I'll be eighteen tomorrow," Bharath confessed.

"Oh, so the puppy will also get voting rights, I see…" she laughed, a bright, clear sound.

"Don't call me a puppy, Miss," Bharath protested, though a faint smile played on his lips.

Geetha playfully gripped his hand, twisting his fingers.

"Ah…!"

Just then, Bharath remembered the money his father had given him for the tour. He rummaged in his bag, pulled out the cash, and handed it to Geetha.

"What's this? Why?" she asked, bewildered.

"Tour money, Miss."

"No, you keep it. It's your birthday tomorrow, right? Buy a dress," she insisted, pushing the money back into his hand.

"No, Miss, I won't celebrate tomorrow."

Geetha tried again. "Even so, I don't need anything. Buy something for yourself."

"No, no, Miss, don't give me your money. I'll ask Dad, it's fine."

"Okay, let's do one thing," Geetha conceded.

"Hmm?"

"You broke Jatin's racket, right? Let's go to the shop and buy one."

"Miss, I'll buy him one tomorrow," Bharath tried to protest.

"Listen to me and let's go, that's it," she said with finality.

They drove to the shop. While picking out a badminton racket for Jatin, Geetha’s mind drifted to Sriram's words when Bharath and he were discussed that day. Her gaze fell upon a sleek badminton racket. She picked up a lightweight Yonex. Bharath’s eyes widened in shock, then softened into a smile.

"Miss, not such an expensive one, Miss. He'll break it. That's five thousand, branded, you know," he cautioned.

"This is for you, Bharath," Geetha announced.

Bharath felt as if the air had been knocked out of him. His words caught in his throat, a surge of disbelief mixed with an undeniable thrill.

"Do you like it?" Geetha asked softly.

"Mmm… why for me, Miss?" Bharath mumbled, though his gaze was fixed on the racket. 

He wouldn't admit it aloud, but he was utterly captivated. To play in that academy, such rackets were essential. With barely enough money for college fees, owning one and paying academy fees had been an unattainable dream.

With an affectionate smile, Geetha drew closer and handed him the racket. A small, joyful smile, bright and unbidden, blossomed on Bharath’s lips.

Geetha then took out her credit card and walked towards the counter. She noticed some sports shoes and glanced at Bharath. He shook his head, a blush of confusion on his face, refusing them. She paid the bill.

After they returned home and gave Jatin his new shuttle, Geetha stepped inside, and Bharath immediately wrapped her in a tight embrace. A sudden, comforting warmth enveloped Geetha, and his chest felt wonderfully solid against hers. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him, returning the hug.

"Thank you, Miss… Thank you so much," he murmured, his voice muffled against her neck. 

As he spoke, he rubbed his nose into the curve of her neck, sending a wave of heat through Geetha. The handle of the racket, still clutched in his hand, lightly poked her waist, a playful tickle.

"Ah… Bharath," she gasped softly.

He released her and stepped back, but Geetha stopped him. She ran her fingers through his hair, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"Consider this your birthday gift, Bharath," she said.

Bharath beamed, looking down, his smile radiant.

"Come…" Geetha whispered, pulling him back into the crook of her neck. He began to kiss her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Reaching back, he closed the house door. As he moved the hand holding the racket, it brushed against Geetha's back, a strange sensation of warmth in her chest and coolness along her spine, utterly lost in the moment.

"Ss…" Geetha sighed.

"Thanks, Miss. After tenth grade, I wanted to join that academy, but I didn't have a racket like this," Bharath confessed.

"Don't talk. I know, I’ve heard what Shriram and you discussed," she whispered, pulling him closer again. He began to nip at her neck with his lips.

"Ah… Slowly," Geetha urged.

"Mmm."

She gently held his hair, guiding him to the right. He kissed her neck, moving upwards, then kissed under her chin, went to the right, and then gently sucked on her earlobe. His left hand sensuously kneaded Geetha’s right shoulder.

"Mmmm…uh" she hummed softly.

Bharath's erection pressed against Geetha’s left thigh. He kissed her ear and came down, tracing a path along her neck, then moving to her chest, just above the saree border. As he kissed her chest, Geetha instinctively held his head tightly against her.

The pleasure Bharath evoked felt warm and intoxicating. He continued to kiss, moving to her left armpit and kissing her shoulder, visible next to her blouse strap, making Geetha's blood thrum with exhilaration.

Geetha placed her hand on Bharath’s chest, gently pushing him back. "Enough, enough. Go home. You've been here for a long time today."

He held her hand on his chest, caressing her fingers, and a shiver of pleasure ran through her.

"Miss, will you wear that dress for me tomorrow?" Bharath asked, his eyes shining with hope.

Geetha smiled, a radiant glow illuminating her face.

He leaned forward, kissing her neck once more.

"Ah…" Geetha gasped.

"Please Miss… Umm."

Geetha lightly licked under his chin. "Enough, Bharath, stop."

"Miss, a little more."

She stopped him by placing her hands firmly on his chest. "Okay, okay, for you tomorrow."

Bharath shook with delight, a sparkle dancing in his eyes. Geetha's cheeks reddened, a delightful blush.

"Naughty fellow, go," she said, a playful reprimand in her voice.

He happily grabbed his bag and, with a spring in his step, ran home.
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To be continued……..