Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

6. Sweetest Gift Ever

That evening, as Bharat left college, he spotted Geeta driving away in her car—an unusual sight, as she never drove to college. It struck him as odd. After a brief chat with Vikas, he headed home.

           At home, the sweet aroma of gulab jamun sweets filled the air. His mother had prepared them for his birthday. With no one else around, he indulged, enjoying four or five with his tea. He changed into a comfortable T-shirt and cotton track pants, then picked up his bag.

"Are you going to tuition today too?" Sushila, his mother, asked.

"Yes, Mom, why?"

"I just thought you wouldn't," she replied, a hint of something unsaid in her voice.

Bharat, sensing her hesitation, offered, "You don't want me to? Should I tell the teacher?"

"No, it's fine, go on," she said, waving him off.

From there, he made his way to Geeta's house. As he stepped inside, he was met with an unexpected sight: Vimala, Jathin, and Sriram were already there. 

A wave of shyness washed over him. 

A cake box sat on the tea stand, a clear sign that this wasn't an ordinary tuition session.

Vimala approached him, a warm smile on her face. "Happy Birthday, Bharat," she greeted.

"Thanks, Auntie," he replied, still a little taken aback.

Sriram chimed in, "Many many happy returns, Bharat."

"Thanks, bro..." Bharat grinned as Sri handed him a small, beaded hand band. He immediately, and happily, slipped it onto his wrist.

Next, Jathin came forward, an exam pad in hand. "Happy Birthday, Anna," he said.

"Thank you, ra, umm," Bharat responded, playfully kissing Jathin's head.

"Anna, you have exams, right? Dad told me to give you this pad," Jathin explained.

Geeta then appeared, taking Bharat's hand and offering her birthday wishes. Seeing all of them there, a genuine sparkle lit up Bharat's eyes.

"Why are you wearing night clothes like this today too, looking so thin? You should wear good clothes," Vimala remarked, breaking the warm moment.

Bharat, caught off guard, remained silent and shy. Sensing his discomfort, Geeta quickly intervened, gently calming Vimala.

The four of them gathered around, cutting the cake with immense joy. Bharat and Jathin, caught up in the festive spirit, even played songs and danced. Meanwhile, Sriram quietly departed. Geeta cut a slice of cake and went upstairs to give some to Swaroopa. Soon after, Vimala and Jathin also headed home.

Bharat happily slumped onto the sofa, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "I didn't expect this, Miss," he confessed.

"Is the cake good?" Geeta asked, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, it's good, soft like you," he replied, a playful glint in his eye.

"Hey…" Geeta murmured, a small, shy smile gracing her face as she gently pinched his shoulder. "Okay, it's over, so take out your books. I'll make you practice. You wrote a test today; I'll tell you your marks after I correct it tomorrow."

Bharat retrieved his book and began to study. Geeta smiled and walked into the kitchen to clean the plates. A short while later, Bharat followed.

Geeta stood at the sink, scrubbing, her black saree tucked into her waist, revealing a captivating silhouette. Her arm moved in and out, a fleeting glimpse, then hidden again. When she tilted her neck slightly, her wet hair clung to the back of her neck. Bharat stood at the doorway, looking up, and then moved closer.

"Tell me, Bharat, do you have any doubt?" Geeta asked, without turning.

"No, Miss."

"Then why did you come? Go study.”

He moved to her left, resting one hand on the counter. "Miss, I shouldn't have come like that in the staff room?"

"Hmm," she hummed.

"I made a mistake, Miss."

She finished her task, washed her hands, and dried them with her saree's pallu. She wiped her forehead with the pallu and finally met his gaze. "Don't come like that again, okay?"

"Miss, now we are friends, right?" he asked, a slight smile playing on his lips. She winked playfully.

"Ha Bharat," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

He leaned forward, intending to put his nose near her ear, but she covered her face, stopping him. Stroking his cheek with her fingers, she said, "It's not good if you keep doing this, ra."

Bharat, unsure of Geeta's intention, let his gaze fall downwards. "Sorry, Miss…" he murmured, looking down sadly and turning to leave.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He turned back to look at her. She placed both hands under his face and, with a small smile, pulled him closer.

"No," he said softly.

"It's okay, ra," she assured him.

He leaned his neck forward, rubbing his nose against Geeta's neck, just below her ear. A small warmth spread through her body. She lifted her neck and closed her eyes. Bharat put his hand around her neck and held her.

"I feel like kissing you," he whispered.

"Go ahead," she breathed.

He gently kissed her neck below her left cheek. A small, yearning breath escaped her lips. "Hah…"

He kissed her shoulder bone again. She twisted slightly, and he held her left shoulder firmly with his right hand.

Without stopping, he moved towards her armpit, breathing heavily. Each exhale brushed warmly against her body, making her tingle. When he pressed her armpit with his lips, a pleasant sensation coursed through her, making her tremble slightly.

He buried his nose under her armpit. At that touch, Geeta's arms felt light, and she lifted her hands to hold Bharat's head for support. As he pushed his nose further into her armpit, savoring the bodily aroma, Geeta's restlessness grew.

As he tasted her body's fragrance with his nose, it ascended to his forehead. She held him firmly, her fingers entwined in Bharat's hair. He puckered his lips and gave a small kiss.
"Iss…" she sighed.

That intoxicating scent mingled with his breath, and he savored it, becoming aroused. 

Geeta's fragrance was inexhaustible, no matter how long he inhaled, and Bharat's desire was insatiable. 

For over fifteen minutes, she didn't pull away, and Bharat didn't move. Bharat could feel Geeta's body moving with waves of pleasure. He lowered both hands slightly and held her under her armpits, just above her waist. Bharat's little finger on her left side touched the warm upper edge of her waist, and she could do nothing but flinch.

Touching the soft body of his beautiful Miss, that touch ignited his desires.

He kept his face under her armpit, inhaling the scent, getting intoxicated. Geeta was anxiously trying to control herself, wondering how much longer he would hold her like this. 

In another five minutes, he kissed her two or three times. Geeta also leaned back. Biting her lips, she tightly clenched her fist on Bharat's shoulder. Bharat, floating in a daze, came to her right side and bit the folds between her breast and armpit with his lips. Geeta released Bharat's shoulder with a jolt and raised her hand. He kissed her there.

"Ah… b…" she gasped.

Bharat brought his right hand down and placed it on Geeta's hips below her waist. He put strength on the kitchen counter with his left hand. When he buried his nose in her right armpit, Geeta felt light-headed. She felt as if the ground under her feet had disappeared, and she lifted her soles, flinching. 

Then Bharat's cock touched under her left thigh, and her student's intense yearning for her fragrance, just that thought, made her tingle.

Losing control of her body, she lifted her raised hand even higher and grasped the plate stand on the wall. With her left hand, she gripped Bharat's neck, under his head. Bharat, intoxicated, inhaled her body scent, going crazy. His warm breath from his nose made her armpit hot, bringing out the inner steam.

Unable to suppress his desire, he fully buried his face in her raised armpit and, with dry lips, pressed a hot kiss into the damp sweat.

"Aaah…" she moaned lustfully.

She gripped Bharat's neck and pressed him closer. Taking advantage of this, Bharat bit Geeta's blouse with his lips, making his own lips wet.

Trembling with tickles, Geeta whispered, "Mmmmmm, that's enough, ra."

Bharat's nose and lips were covered in her sweat. Geeta have had enough. She thought if it went on longer, it would be difficult, so she pulled Bharat back. She looked into his eyes nervously. Bharat looked at her lustfully and licked the sweat accumulated on his lips. 

Seeing that sight, Geeta felt a tremor between her legs. Bharat had done this to her for so many minutes, making her breathing rapid. She was slightly panting.

"B… Bharat, you shouldn't trouble me, right?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.

"Yes, Miss."

"That's enough, go now."

"But Miss, your smell…"

She held Bharat's chin with both hands, gently kissed his forehead, soothing him. Bharat smiled faintly in shock at that kiss. Geeta did too.

"You're a good puppy, right? You should listen to me," she said softly.

"Umm… Okay, Miss," he agreed.

Geeta was contemplating wearing the dress Bharat had asked about yesterday when a doubt arose. What if Bharat said he'd touch her feet and then kissed her like before? He had already ignited a fire, and if it went a little further, she might melt. Just then, Bharat, as he was leaving the kitchen, turned back and asked a question. This greatly surprised Geeta.

"Miss, don't you have a sleeveless blouse? I mean, don't you wear such things? Many people are wearing them these days, aren't you used to them? You're very beautiful, so wouldn't you look even better wearing sleeveless?"

When this string of questions reached Geeta's ears all at once, hearing them piqued her curiosity.

“What is he saying? He's shy but still telling me he wants to see me wear something like that. If it happens again like it just did, oh my. If I show him the mehndi-colored one I wore when we went to Ooty, he might look at my arms as if he wants to bite them. How can I wear something like that in front of him?”

While she was thinking this, a hidden warm desire within her also brought another thought.

Geeta, here he's not like your student. Go, change into that saree right now, and if you come in it, you can tempt him for a little longer. You can enjoy it a lot.

"I told you yesterday, ra, I'm shy to wear such things," Geeta said, a slight hesitation in her voice.

"Okay, Miss. But you said yesterday you'd wear that dress."

"No, I'm shy."

"Miss, Miss, don't refuse, you said yesterday, right?" he pleaded.

"Okay, okay," she conceded with a sigh.

"Miss, Mom made sweets, I forgot, they're in the bag, she told me to give them to you."

"Wait, Bharat, I'll eat them after I shower, okay?"

"Then that dress?"

"I'll wear it, for you," she promised.

Bharat grinned like a child who had just given chocolate.

Geeta went to shower and closed the bedroom door. Bharat waited for her, sitting and counting the letters in his book without actually reading.