Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

In the bathroom, Geeta stood undressed, her fingers instinctively moving. She let her left hand drift down and touch between her legs. She found it difficult to pull her hand away, and her cheeks flushed. The thought of her student asking her to wear something, and her taking him into her lap, and the pleasure it brought her—all of it was a new experience.

When she turned the shower knob, a sudden rush of hot water drenched her from head to toe, soothing her heated body.

After showering, she wrapped herself in a towel and stood in front of the mirror, drying and combing her hair. She opened the clothes cupboard and took out the dress Bharat had mentioned. She held it up to herself first, examining it in the mirror. It was above her knees, revealing her lower thighs. She felt a wave of shyness.

“No, Geeta, just because he asked, you don't need to wear this.”

“If I wear it, I want to hear what he says.”

She put on a gray bra and panty, and over them, she slipped on the cotton white-designed mehndi-colored frock, feeling a quiet delight. She slightly opened the door and peeked out, noticing the main door was open.

"Bharat, can you close the house door?" she called softly.

Bharat looked towards the bedroom, only Geeta's head visible from behind the door. "Why, Miss?"

"Close it, Bharat, someone might see."

Bharat put his hand over his mouth and chuckled to himself. He went and closed the door.

Geeta closed her own door. She took off her ankle bracelets, deciding they wouldn't go well with the dress. She changed her earrings and replaced her bangles with a bracelet. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped out.

The click of the door brought Bharath's head up instantly. Geetha stood there, bashful, her hands instinctively flying to cover her face. Bharath, however, was mesmerized. Fresh from a shower, her body glowed with a jasmine-like freshness, her milky white thighs peeking from the hem of her short dress. With her face hidden, she looked as innocent and shy as a girl.

A smile threatened to escape Bharath. He rose and walked towards her, leaning in to whisper huskily near her ear, "Miss...."

Geetha remained still. Gently, he lowered her left hand from her face. She peered at him, one eye peeking out, a delightful glint within.

"Why so shy, Miss? There's no one here," Bharath teased.

She had wrestled with her modesty even when Gautham, her husband, had asked her to wear the dress. But this, standing before Bharath in such attire, felt different, surprisingly audacious. A faint shiver ran through her knees, a ripple of anxiety, as she bit her lower lip. She dropped her hands and stood fully. Bharath’s gaze swept over her, a slow appreciation. He took a deep, deliberate breath, exhaling as his eyes lingered on her thighs.

"Miss, uff.... you look so hot."

That was it. Geetha's heart plummeted. She spun around, darting into the room, and the door clicked shut behind her.

Bharath, impatient, knocked. "Oh, Miss, what happened? Why did you leave like that? Come."

"Bharath, I feel shy when you say things like that," came her muffled reply.

"Okay, I won't say it. Come, Miss."

A silent debate waged within Geetha's mind: Oh… the way he's looking at my legs, he's kissing them with his gaze. Those piercing looks penetrate the edges of my frock and tickle me. Honestly, if he touches me now, would I stop? No, I can't. What if I…..

"Miss, come, let's eat sweets," Bharath coaxed again.

With a final click, the door opened, and Geetha emerged, a faint smile playing on her lips. Bharath's eyes immediately dropped to her thighs. Geetha, in turn, subtly pressed the edges of her dress towards the floor with her hands. Bharath’s smile deepened, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Don't look like that...." she murmured.

"Miss, you are cute and hot."

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she glanced down at her own legs. Her eyes then, almost against her will, snagged on Bharath's crotch. His shorts bulged noticeably. Her heart fluttered, and the realization that it was because of her sent a sudden rush of heat between her thighs.

Bharath seemed oblivious, his eyes still devouring her. He took her hand and led her towards the TV, settling her on the sofa. He sat to her right and pulled a tiffin box from his bag, revealing the Gulab Jamuns his mother had prepared.

"Wait, I'll get the bowls," Geetha offered.

"I'll get them, Miss. You sit." He went to the kitchen, returned with a bowl, placed four jamuns in it, and handed it to her. She ate one.

"They are very good, Bharath," she said, her voice soft.

As she chewed, the sweet syrup clung to her lips, and her cheeks puffed out, making her look utterly adorable to Bharath. He gazed at her, a silent longing in his eyes. Geetha felt a blush creep up her neck.

"No one would believe you're married, Miss."

"Bharath, didn't I tell you not to talk like that?"

"Miss, your cheeks are also like Gulab Jamuns."

Geetha was even more flattered. She pouted, her pupils flitting nervously, unable to meet his gaze.

"Bharath, enough with your flirting."

"No, Miss, I'm telling the truth."

"Hmm." She set down her empty bowl, then picked up a jamun from the box with two fingers and offered it to Bharath's mouth. "Once again, Happy Birthday," she said with a smile. 

As her fingers left the jamun and brushed his lips, he closed them gently, trapping her index finger between them. 

Geetha froze, her pupils dilating. Her lips parted slightly in a sweet, surprised pout. 

Bharath eagerly sucked the jamun juice from her finger. 

Geetha stared intently at his lips as he took her entire finger into his mouth and licked it.
"Umm.... it's so sweet, Miss."

At his words, Geetha's lips trembled, and between her legs... a commotion began in her mouth and lips. She found herself licking Bharath's thumb too, still frozen like a statue. 

Quickly, she pulled away and silently turned her face towards the TV.

Naughty Geetha: "Kiss, Geetha, kiss him!"
Good conscience: "It won't stop with a kiss, no, don't."

For a while, silence reigned.

"Bharath, do you want to study, or watch TV for a while?" Geetha finally asked.

Bharath was lost in his own thoughts, his gaze fixed on Geetha's thighs, a fact she had already noticed.

"Tell me?" she prompted.

"Ah!... As you wish, Miss." He hadn't even registered her question. He simply uttered the polite phrase.

Geetha turned on the TV, and they watched in silence.

Bharath wrestled with his inner desire, unsure how to voice it. Pretending to be engrossed in the program, he casually placed his hand on Geetha's right knee. His cold touch sent a shiver through her already warm body. Gently, he moved his palm up about a span. 

Geetha's legs felt warm beneath his hand. She didn't know how to react, yet a part of her wanted to stop him.

"Bharath, you shouldn't put your hand on a woman's thigh, it's wrong." Deep down, however, she secretly wished his hand would stay there. 

Despite her words, Bharath was too consumed by his stirring desires to truly listen. His youth was urging him on. Assuming her mild protest meant she wouldn't object further, he grew impatient.

"Miss, aren't your legs hurting?"

Geetha remembered his earlier actions and looked away. "I know what you'll do, no." She placed her hand over his and moved it up. She looked at him and gave a small smile.

Bharath made the same puppy-dog face again. "Miss, just once, you yourself said it would be very relaxing for you."

"You're becoming too naughty."

"Miss, please, if you want, give me a test tomorrow. I'll study an extra hour and write it."

Geetha laughed. "Hey, do you want punishment?"

"Miss......" He pouted miserably, looking at her. Geetha playfully pinched his cheeks.

"Puppy, you're not listening at all today."

"I'll turn off the TV."

"Why? I'm watching, aren't I?"

"Miss, close your eyes and lean back."

"Hmm, okay." Geetha closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa.

Bharath sat down, lifted Geetha's left leg, and placed her foot on his shoulder. Before he could look up, Geetha's anxiety flared. Dressed in a frock, she worried her thighs and panties might show. She grabbed a sofa cushion and placed it across her thighs. Bharath hadn't initially intended to look there, but seeing her action, he understood and smiled to himself.

He stared intently at her legs, and just like that other day, he began to press her left foot and caress her toes. As he placed his two thumbs on her sole and rubbed in circles, Geetha began to feel a profound relief. Slowly, he brought his hands up and kneaded the calf below her knee. Geetha shivered.

"Oh.... gently."

He gently massaged his fingers downwards. Her nerves felt light. With his nail, he delicately traced the bone in front. Geetha's whole body tingled.
"Ah.... H...."

He took her right leg and repeated the action, pressing the sole of her foot, and then kissed her big toe. Geetha felt comfortable, saying nothing. He massaged the sides of her leg up to her knee and stopped, then did the same with her left leg, before returning to kiss her left big toe. He held her delicate toe between his teeth and bit it playfully. Geetha bit her lips and twisted slightly.

"Hey..... don't do that."

He pressed her foot with his fingers and began to kiss her other toes. Geetha watched with a small smile, then closed her eyes as if not paying attention. He began to suck each toe. He moved to her right leg and did the same. She opened one eye again, quickly closing it before Bharath could see. But Bharath noticed Geetha had looked, a small smile on her lips. He kissed the top of her foot and moved upwards, kissed below her knee, and then his lips touched the creamy edge of her thigh just above her knee.

Suddenly, Geetha began to feel ecstatic. He went back and placed his tongue near her wrist, licking upwards, and she shivered coldly, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Iss...."

He came and gently bit the soft skin on the inner side of her thigh, below the knee, with his lips. Unable to bear it, she tried to stop him by putting her hand on Bharath's head, but there was no grip. Bharath put his tongue in the crease below her knee and licked upwards, then moved to her left leg. Geetha placed a pillow as a barrier, but the milky white expanse of her thighs, as far as the dress allowed, continued to be a feast for Bharath's eyes. He placed a thick kiss on her left thigh. Geetha tingled.

"Ah...." She bit her lower lip and nodded vertically. Bharath slid both his palms up her knees and settled them beneath her thighs. The warmth ignited a craving in Geetha, and she lifted her thighs slightly. He buried both hands under her thighs. Geetha's thighs rested comfortably in Bharath's hands. As he savored their softness and tenderness, Bharath's body warmed. His beloved Geetha Miss's tender thighs were now in his hands. Excitement surged from within, creeping into his crotch and making it hot. Moment by moment, Bharath's hands generated intense heat beneath Geetha's thighs.

A tingling started between her thighs. She slightly spread both her legs. Now Bharath's face was between Geetha's two knees. Her legs formed a V-shape, and her two feet intertwined in front of Bharath's crotch as he knelt. With eight fingers under Geetha's thighs, he lifted his two thumbs and pressed them onto the front of her thigh. Geetha's breath caught for a moment.

"Mmm....."

He kissed the soft calves on the inner side of her knees, back and forth. Geetha swayed.
"Mmm...."

His knees on the floor weren't stable. He tried to steady himself by moving a little closer to the sofa. His crotch touched Geetha's right big toe. That's it... ugh... it's shaking. Geetha trembled at that touch. She pulled her toes back and then pressed her big toe against his crotch. This time, Bharath shivered. He passionately puckered his lips and placed a deep kiss on the inner side of Geetha's right thigh.

"Sss."

He kept his lips pressed to her thigh and from there, moved down below her knee and back up again. Geetha was wriggling. He slid his four fingers a little further up. They were buried a span away from Geetha's buttocks. Geetha hadn't expected Bharath's hands to reach that far. The tremor in his fingers was spreading through Geetha's body. He kissed her left thigh and rubbed his nose. He went up to the edge of her dress and made saliva stick there. Geetha opened her eyelids halfway and looked. Bharath's crotch was swaying, touching her fingers, and making her legs tremble. Her big toe and middle finger pressed against the tip of his penis. Bharath felt another tremor. She pressed and stroked it there, and shyly to herself, she pressed and released it forward, and it swayed back, touching her fingers.

Bharath kissed her milky, creamy legs, moving back, licking here and there, going to her feet, kissing each toe, and sending shivers through Geetha. As he bit each toe, Geetha squirmed. Her body was trembling. He came up again. This time too, she allowed him to place his hands under her thighs.

Both of them were sweating. This time, it wasn't kisses on her warm thighs; he actually stuck out his tongue and lightly licked her left thigh. As the cold tongue touched her heated body, a small storm gathered between her legs.

"Aaah...." She moaned, pulled her head away from the sofa, leaned forward, opened her eyes, and held Bharath's head. Bharath looked straight up. His gaze was intoxicating. 

Since there was no response from Geetha, he licked her right thigh. Her nerves tingled.
"Iss... Bharath...." She clenched her fist in his hair.

"Umm.... you're so smooth, Miss, umm." He kept kissing her calves above the knees without stopping. Geetha was taking deep breaths, trying to control herself. She released Bharath's head. Breathing a little more steadily, "Stop, enough."

He got up and came and sat next to her. Being next to Bharath made her feel warm. She put her arm around his shoulders, hugging him a little. They looked at each other.
"You liked it, didn't you, Miss?"

"Ha..." she said, letting out a warm breath, unable to speak.

"I did it without telling you. You're not angry, are you?" Bharath's gaze was very innocent, like a child's, as was the way he asked the question.

"Uh.. uh…." she shook her head horizontally.

After a few minutes of silence, Bharath closed his eyes and rested his head on Geetha's shoulder.

"Bharath, there's still cake. Aren't you going to eat it?" Geetha asked.

Hearing that, he looked at the cake. There was another piece with red jam on it. He leaned forward, reached out his right index finger, took some jam, looked into Geetha's eyes, and pressed three fingers on her left cheek.

"What? What are you doing?"

"Miss, look how red this jelly is. Maybe if I put it on your lips, it'll look like lipstick."

"Ha, so?"

"I'll put it on."

Seeing Bharath's playfulness, a little sparkle appeared in Geetha's eyes, and her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Hehe, no."

"Wear it, Miss. You're wearing such a nice dress, but no lipstick. Why didn't you put it on before?"

"Adh...." Before she could say anything, his finger touched her lower lip.

"Shh... Miss, stay still, don't move." She remained still, mesmerized, looking at Bharath. 

With his left hand, he held Geetha's right shoulder. As he applied it to her lower lip, naughty thoughts came to Geetha, and she smiled, trying to tease him, and moved back.

"Oh, Miss, wait....." He came closer, and just as he was worried he might fall onto Geetha's lap, an idea came to him. In his excitement, he forgot something. He came over Geetha, pressed his knees into the sofa on either side, and sat on her thighs.

Geetha was shocked and wide-eyed, completely surprised as she looked at Bharath. His blood-heated penis was pressed right against Geetha's navel. His testicles rested comfortably above her thighs. At his presence, she froze, bewildered. 

Bharath's face was close to hers. Bharath was looking intently into her eyes, intoxicated. As their warm breaths touched each other's lips, Geetha's lips trembled. 

“How adorable he is!”

His penis pulsated, bulging below Geetha's navel and radiating heat. That heat permeated her navel through her clothes, igniting a fire within her. It was seething between her thighs.

Bharath's legs weren't properly planted, so he adjusted himself by wiggling his waist. It pricked her navel like a thorn, driving Geetha crazy. Unable to bear it, she gripped his shoulders tightly.

"Ha.... H."

Bharath couldn't maintain his balance; he was innocently anxious that he might fall on Geetha. Even with Geetha's hands on his shoulders, he couldn't lift them. Unable to think how, he directly held Geetha's soft hips below her waist with his left hand. Geetha's body trembled.

"Ah...."

"Miss, what happened? Should I get up?"

She shook her head sideways. 

“Ah... I can't. I'll bite his cheeks. How cute he is.”

Slowly and gently, he grazed Geetha's upper lip, applying the jam. As he rubbed her lower lip with his thumb, her lip prints twisted, and Geetha's nerves danced.

"Miss, your lips look like red rose petals now."

Hearing that, Geetha was out of her mind. Her pupils darted as she looked at Bharath's lips.

"Miss, can I give you a kiss?"

She bit her lips, trembling, and nodded vertically, inviting his lips. He looked at Geetha fully once. Geetha's dress had two buttons at the neckline. They showed her neck but hid the collarbone below her neck. He bent down and kissed Geetha under her chin. She closed her eyes and yearned.

"Ah....”

"Your neck isn't visible in this dress. Can you unbutton it, please?"

Geetha was falling for Bharath's innocence. She wanted to give him her lips, but he was asking for her neck. She immediately unbuttoned one. Bharath tightened his hands around her neck and pulled him closer. He separated the neckline with his nose, kissed her throat with his lips, and showered kisses on the curve of her neck, unable to stop himself, and unbuttoned another himself.

“Stop, Geetha, what are you doing?”

Geetha's grip on Bharath's neck tightened even more. Bharath didn't understand why Geetha was tightening her grip. As he unbuttoned Geetha's dress and kissed her neck, his penis danced on her navel.

"Ah...."

"Miss, umm...."

"Oo.... H....."

Geetha's hands were pulling Bharath up, but she didn't have enough strength. He was passionately kissing her neck. He didn't know how much his penis, swaying on her navel, was driving Geetha crazy. He kept kissing her passionately, unable to stop.

"Hey, puppy, slow down."

"Ha, Miss... umm...." He didn't realize why she told him to go slow. As he drunkenly kissed her shoulders, neck muscles, and curves with his lips, Geetha became intoxicated. As he kissed, he grabbed Geetha's hips below her waist with both hands for grip and squeezed them with longing.

"Ah..... Puppy, slow."

"Umm..." He lowered his hands a little more and touched her buttocks higher up. His four fingers were back, and his thumbs were gripping her waist in front. Geetha's body heated up, a numbness grew in her thighs, and her vertical lips dripped with nectar. She couldn't stop herself.

"Bharath.... stop." Bharath didn't hear that call. He placed his tongue in the left curve of her neck and was biting it with his lips. She screamed loudly.

"Aah.... Bharath...........stop!"

He startled, lifted his head, and put his face in front of Geetha's, looking at her nervously, her lips trembling. Geetha gripped Bharath's cheeks tightly. Her pupils deeply gazed at Bharath's lips; there was some nervousness on Bharath's face.

"Sorry, Miss."

"Don't talk." Geetha's face was flushed with blood, her cheeks gleaming like ripe roses.

Opening his mouth, Bharath: "Ca....." J

ust then, cutting Bharath off, she lifted her neck and quickly kissed his lips. Bharath was stunned. Geetha's lips felt like rose petals dipped in hot honey. She put pressure on his head and pulled him closer. She took his entire lower lip into her mouth and held it. The muscles in both their mouths tightened.

"Umm....." Pursing her lips, Geetha grabbed his upper lip. He completely lost his balance and fell onto Geetha's lap. She passionately kissed Bharath's lips. Bharath didn't know how to kiss, so he surrendered his lips to Geetha. She began sucking his upper lip, which barely had a mustache. He tightened his grip on Geetha's hips, burrowing his hands behind her, as if hugging her. 

Geetha continued to smack her lips. He massaged both sides of her waist. She released him. Looking into his eyes with longing.

"Ha..... Bharath," she said, taking a deep breath.

"Miss.......?"

She started again. 

How could his mind be in a state to stop Geetha in this passionate heat? She was devouring Bharath's tender lips. Experiencing the pleasure his teacher was giving him, wriggling, and thrusting into her navel, it was erupting from within. He stopped Geetha for a moment to tell her that.

"Miss." Geetha was panting, looking only at his lips. The jam had stuck to Bharath's lips, making his mouth red and glistening with the saliva from the kiss. She couldn't stop seeing that. Again, she took his lower lip. She lifted her tongue into Bharath's mouth. Bharath also offered his tongue to her. She was licking Bharath's mouth. Swaying, unable to bear it, his dick vibrated like a vibrator in her navel. 

Between her navel and his penis, Geetha's thin dress, his thin cotton night pants, and underwear made no difference whether they were there or not. 

Fluids were increasing in Geetha's thighs. Both thighs clenched, licking Bharath's cheeks, and smacking her lips.

Bharath immediately brought his hands up, held Geetha's head, stopped the kiss, and looked at her panting, pleading, "Miss, Miss." 

Geetha was not in a world where that would work. She tightened her hand behind his head and put her mouth into his. He rubbed his thighs against Geetha's hips, and gradually his penis rubbed against her navel.

Everything happening was intoxicating Bharath. Swaying in Geetha's lap, he surrendered his lips and rubbed them. Inside, it broke loose. He thrust his pulsating dick into her navel and ejaculated hot semen. He bit Geetha's upper lip with passion, unable to control himself. 

The semen soaked through their clothes without stopping, spraying into her navel. He immediately lowered his hands, held her waist, and hugged her tightly. He swayed, his penis squirming in her navel as he ejaculated.

Releasing her lips, Geetha gasped, "Aaah.... naughty fellow."


Bharath felt the soft expanse of her waist beneath his hand, his throbbing member gently rubbing against it. He savored the pleasure, stroking entire length, a warmth spreading as he felt her dampen beneath his touch. Geetha, too, felt a hot, swirling sensation in her navel, trickling downwards, leaving the lower part of her waist sticky. 

A jolt of realization shot through Bharath; he instantly recoiled, fear gripping him. He was at a loss for words, a knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach as he wondered if Geetha would lash out.

Geetha, however, had no intention of embarrassing him by addressing what had just happened. She rose gracefully and headed for the bathroom, her plan to remove her dress and assess the situation, but shyness held her back from looking directly. After a quick clean-up, she slipped into another churidar and returned to Bharath.

He sat on edge, nervously fidgeting with his fingers, a tell-tale stain dark against the middle of his pants. She settled beside him and gently took his hand. As he braced himself for her reaction, she cupped his chin, turning his face towards her.

“How was the kiss?” Geetha asked, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Bharath’s eyes widened in surprise, then dropped in a blush of shyness. “It felt new, Miss.”

“Did you like it?” she pressed, and he trembled with a fresh wave of shyness.

“Hmm,” he hummed in response.

She pulled him closer, tucking his face into the curve of her neck. He rested his head on her shoulder, finding comfort in her embrace.

“You haven’t told anyone you come for tuition, have you? Why?” Geetha’s voice was gentle, inquiring.

“Miss, that…” Bharath began, his voice trailing off.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her lap. “It’s okay… Don’t tell anyone, alright?”

“Hmm.”

“You have to study, okay?”

“Definitely, Miss,” he promised.

The round neck of her dress offered a glimpse of her upper cleavage, and his gaze lingered there. “Miss, your lips are like rose petals,” he murmured.

“Hey…” she chided playfully, and they both laughed.

“You’re too beautiful, Miss,” he whispered, his voice thick with admiration.

“You’re quite naughty, you even made me kiss you,” she teased.

“I didn’t ask for anything, you kissed…”

She gave him a playful pinch on the shoulder. “Don’t overdo it.”

He kissed her neck, his lips tracing a path that sent a tickle through Geetha. “Ah…” she exhaled softly.

“Umm, Miss, you’re very soft,” he murmured, then opened his mouth, rubbing his upper lip against her lower one. A shiver ran through Geetha.

“Ah, go home now. Your parents must be waiting,” she urged, her voice a little breathless.

“Hmm… Miss, I could smell you all day,” he said, a hint of a playful smirk on his face.

“I’ll hit you, you puppy, go home,” she retorted, feigning exasperation.

“I’ll go if you give me one more kiss,” he challenged, his smirk widening. Geetha blushed and pinched him again. He presented his right cheek. “Give it here.”

She pinched his cheek lightly, then brought her fingers to her own lips.

“Cheating,” he grumbled, looking mock-angry. He stood up, grabbed his bag, and with a final glance, left.
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To be continued…….