Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geetha stood before him as a milky cloud sculpture descended to earth. Her red lips and cheeks, flushed from the biting cold, framed a neck that trembled with a hint of shyness. Her breasts, full and firm with small, hardened nipples, heaving curves, coiling her mangalsutra, hinted at the chill that permeated the air. Her waist, slender as two crescent moons, flowed into wide hips. Beneath her suit, her thighs were as smooth and delectable as the finest sweetmeats. 


Bharat’s entire being ignited at the sight, a primal heat surging through him as he fixed his gaze upon her, saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth.

Noticing his intense stare, Geetha, in a flush of modesty, brought her hands to her face. 

Bharat chuckled, a low rumble.

“Enough, Miss,” he urged, his voice a playful coax, “I’ve asked you to come. How many more times will you make me beg?”

“Ha… coming,” she murmured, and as she took a step, her bubbles swayed gently. Bharat’s eyes followed their motion, a corresponding ripple of desire threatening to strain the confines of his boxers.

When Geetha finally approached the water’s edge and dipped a toe in, a shiver wracked her frame. “Aaah…no.. Bharath,” she gasped, the cold seizing her.

Her cry tightened Bharat’s throat, leaving it dry. “Miss, if you just dip once, the cold will vanish,” he promised.

“Oh no, I can’t,” she protested, her voice laced with reluctance.

With no other option, Bharat stepped forward and took her left hand in his. As their hands met, Geetha’s gaze drifted lower, falling upon him, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. 

“Oh my god, what is this? It feels even bigger today!” 

The water-soaked boxer shorts clung to his form, revealing his full, impressive outline. 

“Oh, now if I dip, mine, oh my!”

Bharat, still holding her hand, gently pulled her into the water. Geetha instinctively moved three steps deeper, the water rising to her knees, sending another tremor through her body. “Isss…” she pouted, biting her lips in an effort to suppress a shiver.

“Miss, you know how to swim, so why the hesitation?” he asked, though he was loath to release her hand, he did so anyway. 

Slowly, hesitantly, Geetha moved further into the water, and unable to contain her mounting excitement, she suddenly plunged in and resurfaced in one fluid motion.

Within two seconds, her entire body was enveloped by the water. Bharat watched, mesmerized, as she emerged. Her hair, wet and clinging, streamed down as she rose, water cascading over her boobs like a miniature waterfall. Her dress, now soaked, clung to her form like a second skin, revealing the alluring curves beneath. Her breasts, full and round, appeared to him like delectable cheese balls, ample enough to fill his hands. Completely drenched, even the delicate outline of her navel was now visible. He longed to see her without the dress, but the water, reaching her waist, concealed the rest.

Geetha drew a sudden, deep breath, a soft “Haaav… Bharat Haa…” escaping her lips before she laughed again. Her body swayed with each breath, her breasts swelling with the intake of air.

“Okay, Miss?” Bharat inquired, his voice laced with tenderness.

“Ha…” she replied, and dipped again. Bharat followed suit, submerging himself in the cool embrace of the water.

They swam back and forth for a long while, the playful splashes of water marking their joyous interlude. Bharat occasionally sent a spray of water at Geetha’s face, and she reciprocated with equal delight. After a spirited game, they returned to their starting point, standing side by side.

“Miss, see how good it felt?” Bharat said, a hint of playful reproach in his tone. “You were the one who delayed. We came here just to swim, and look how clean these waters are.” As he spoke, the tip of Bharat’s hardon began to face above the water’s surface, like a curious snake’s head, visible only to Geetha.

Already shivering from the cold, a new, more intense tremor coursed through Geetha’s body at the sight. Her nipples, already tingling from the chill, now pulsed with a sweet, burgeoning desire, fueled by Bharat’s innocent display. The fact that he spoke like a naive child, seemingly unaware of the effect he had on her, only endeared him more. A soft smile touched her lips as she looked up at him with eyes that now held a hint of seductive invitation.

“Bharat,” she began, her voice a low murmur, “you said there are no snakes here, right?”

“Ha,” he confirmed.

She took two steps forward, a silent debate raging within her. 

“Ah, Geetha, no, be calm, don’t corrupt him.”

“Bharat,” she purred, a mischievous giggle escaping her lips, “a snake is looking at me with its hood spread…”

Bharat’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his face paling with acute shyness as he abruptly turned away. Geetha’s laughter bubbled over, louder this time.

“Sorry, Miss,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

She moved closer, placing both hands gently on his shoulders. As Geetha’s touch landed, he visibly jumped. “Uff, how hot he is. Should I hug him to get rid of the cold?”

“It’s okay, turn this way,” Geetha said, her voice soft and reassuring.

“Sorry, Miss, you told me but…” he began, still averting his gaze.

She gently turned him back to face her. He stood, head bowed, overcome with shyness. She laughed softly.

“It’s okay, alright,” she repeated.

“You’re so sexy, Miss,” Bharat blurted out, the words escaping him before he could stop them.

“Hey…” Geetha protested, a blush rising on her cheeks.

“Miss, I can’t describe in words how you look in this dress,” he continued, his gaze still fixed on her.

Geetha’s face deepened to a richer red. She bit her lip, taking a deep, shaky breath. “Enough talking, you keep going on and on.”

Just then, an idea sparked in Bharat’s mind. He stepped back, splashed water playfully on Geetha’s face, and then, with a mischievous grin, dipped underwater. Geetha laughed, the sound light and carefree.

“Stop it, it’s getting in my eyes,” she exclaimed, wiping her face. Bharat was no longer in front of her. She peered into the water, searching for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

“Hey, puppy, where are you?” she called out, a playful challenge in her voice.

Suddenly, he surfaced from behind her, his arms encircling her waist, just beneath her boobs. Geetha’s body felt light, almost weightless. A soft moan escaped her lips as she instinctively rubbed her thighs together, a wave of desire rippling through her. “Mmm…”

Laughing softly, he nestled his face next to Geetha’s neck. “Miss, why are you so soft?” he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

“Let go, let’s change clothes and eat,” Geetha urged, her voice a little breathless. “It’s probably been over an hour since we came.”

“Miss, I’m really feeling cold too,” Bharat admitted, though his embrace belied his words.

“Hmm… me too,” Geetha murmured. 

“What am I doing? 

His hands are so warm. 

If he had held me a little higher, 

what would have happened to me?”

His organ, now fully engorged, settled into the gap above her buttocks. Geetha could not bear the exquisite touch, a soft “Ha…” escaping her lips as she trembled.

Her cleavage was now visible from above, and as Bharat looked at it, his organ swelled even more. Vibrations pulsed from him, swelling and reaching into her from the intimate contact. 

“What is this, he’s doing this. But as I imagined it.”

“Miss, I felt like hugging you, that’s why,” Bharat began, his voice a little shaky. “Sorry, Miss, without telling you…”

“Hmm…” Geetha responded, her voice barely a whisper.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” he asked, a hopeful note in his tone.

“Ha…” Geetha breathed, her body, which had been shivering from the cold moments ago, now trembling with a delicious tingle.

As Bharat began to extend his hands to release her, Geetha’s hands instinctively reached out, grasping him, stopping him. His grip tightened again, his voice trembling slightly.
“Bh… Bharat…” she murmured, her voice husky.

He buried his face in her neck, rubbing his nose into the delicate bend, his hot breath sending fresh tingles below her ear. “Tell me, Miss…”

“Do you want to stay like this for a little longer?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Hmm… but without your permission…” he began, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

“It’s okay, stay,” Geetha whispered, her hands tightening their hold.

“Thanks, Miss…” Bharat breathed, and then, gently, he touched her neck with his lips. 

Geetha bit her lips, a soft “Mmmmmm…” escaping her.

“Miss, that day when you were giving tea, I didn’t see properly,” Bharat murmured, his lips still grazing her neck. “Now I can see.”

“Naughty fellow, how dare you!” Geetha playfully scolded, though a smile played on her lips.

“Why should I be afraid of my Geetha Miss?” he countered, his voice a low, teasing growl. He then placed a deep, lingering kiss on the left side of her neck.

Geetha raised her left hand, a soft “Ah…” escaping her as she moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his wet hair, tightening her grip.

His warm, naked chest pressed against her semi-naked back, igniting a furnace-like heat. Geetha curled her thighs, tightening them, her eyes squeezed shut as a wave of sensation made her writhe. He lowered his left hand, his five fingers pressing tightly into the curve of her waist, just below her breasts. An ecstatic moan, a sweet, "Ooh..." escaped her lips as the gentle pressure tightened her waist.

He pulled her closer, his hard length rubbing intimately between her buttocks. Geetha's breath hitched, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. "Aah....."

"Miss, you're not feeling cold now, are you?" Bharat's voice was a low rumble, punctuated by a single upward thrust of his body.

"Ha.... Bh.... Bharat," Geetha stammered, writhing in his embrace.

"You're very warm, Miss."

"Hmm.... You too."

Water from Bharat's hair dripped onto her ears as he kissed the delicate skin below. He brought his body back to its original position, and a lustful tremor, appearing and disappearing in various places, overcame Geetha's entire being.

"You're very beautiful, Miss. And your boobs, oh, I don't know what to say." His voice was a seductive whisper. 

"Geetha, why are you so silent? 

Aren't you going to scold your student?"

"Bharat, don't say that."

"Really, Miss, even some actresses don't have a body like yours. When you teach in class, looking at your back, it takes my breath away."

As Bharat whispered these words into her ear, Geetha felt herself melting. Her lips trembled, her thighs tingled, and she could barely stand. "Hah, puppy, that's enough."

"Miss, the puppy is cold."

"Hmm...."

He lowered his hand, his middle finger gently poking her navel. Suddenly, a current shot through her navel nerves, spreading like wildfire into her thighs. "Aah.... Hmm......" Geetha closed her eyes, tilting her head back onto his shoulder, writhing in his arms.

"I've seen your navel twice, how beautiful it is. It's not too deep, not too big, just small and so endearing." He stroked his finger upwards, and Geetha's knees lost strength, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

"Hah.... Bharat, don't do that."

"Why, Miss, don't you like it?"

"No."

"Then," he punctuated his words with a kiss on her neck, "Miss, you came here to enjoy yourself." He began to circular-stroke his finger on her navel, even through her wet clothes. Geetha's navel nerves zinged, sending intoxicating signals directly to her brain.

"Miss...."

"Mmm..." 

As he gently twirled his index finger around the edge of her navel, her knees trembling, she slightly lifted her legs, exhaled deeply, and writhed in his arms. He gave her another kiss on the shoulder, and she swayed against him.

"Miss, I read in a story that licking the navel feels very good." His voice dropped, "So, you want a lick now?"

Geetha remained blank.

"Miss, look here?"

She looked back into his eyes, and in their gazes, a mutual desire was overtly visible. 

Drops of water rolled down Geetha's forehead, over her nose, past the corners of her lips, and down to her chin.

He poked her navel again. 
"Aah......." she cried, gripping Bharat's hair tightly.

"Tell me, Miss, have you ever got your navel licked?" 

Unable to speak, she simply shook her head sideways.

He pressed his full hand into her navel and pulled her back, his body deeply wedged between her buttocks. The base of his hardon was almost touching her anal cleft. Both their hearts pounded in a frantic rhythm. The shivering from the cold lessened, replaced by an intense heat that consumed them. Even though they were in the middle of a forest, they felt as if they were within four walls, lost in the sensation. The sun was getting hotter, the coolness in the air rapidly decreasing.

"Bh.... Bharat," Geetha finally managed.

"Ha.... Miss."

"Step back and stand."

"But Miss."

"Puppy, you must listen to me."

He stepped back, his body releasing from between her buttocks. Its tip, however, still rubbed against her right buttock. Geetha's body calmed slightly. She could understand his situation, realizing there was nothing she could do.

"I thought you'd buy something without sleeves, Miss."

"Why?"

"Miss, I told you right?."

"Ugh...."

He clasped her waist with both hands, and a thrill shot through Geetha. She was eager, anticipating his next move.

“Did you know, Miss, there’s a birthmark on your back?” Bharath’s voice was a low murmur.

A shock ran through Geetha, a tingling sensation that made her shiver. “What are you looking at, you? Does anyone look at a teacher’s birthmarks?” she chided, though a playful smile tugged at her lips.

“Miss, I like it,” he simply stated.

She playfully smacked him on the head. “Naughty fellow, you shouldn’t say that.”

He leaned in, kissing the delicate curve of her neck. A soft hum escaped Geetha’s lips.

“Miss, can I just kiss it there, Miss?” he asked, his voice laced with a gentle plea.

“Ah, what is this? 

I want him to kiss me all over now.”

Geetha remained silent, her unspoken consent hanging in the air. Taking her silence as a cue, he moved back, bending down. His warm lips found the birthmark on her back, his tongue tracing it. A jolt went through Geetha’s body as his lips pressed against her, and she swayed, fluid and yielding, like a snake. He held her waist, steadying her.

“Iss…” she gasped softly.

He came closer, hugging her again, his lips brushing the skin below her ear. “Thanks, Miss.”

“Hmm…” Geetha murmured, her breath catching in her throat.

His right hand moved up to her neck, his index finger pressing gently below her throat, then slowly sliding downwards. Geetha found it hard to breathe, her breasts swelling with each shallow gasp. His finger continued its descent to her cleavage, then he kissed her neck, moving further, stopping just between her breasts.

“What else will he do? 

Oh no, I’m scared. 

Geetha, you’re stuck now.”

He paused in the valley between her soft mounds.

“Miss,” Bharath whispered.

At his call, Geetha gasped for air, her voice a soft whisper. “Huh…”

“Yesterday you lost, and I won,” he reminded her, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“Oh,” she replied, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

“So, should I tell you what I want?”

“Ha…”

“But you shouldn’t break your promise.”

“Aha… he’s going to ask for a lip kiss, and I can’t refuse. Geetha turned her neck, offering her lips as if in anticipation of his kiss, her gaze meeting his with a dreamy intensity.”

“Puppy, you can kiss me when no one’s around, I won’t say anything…” she said huskily, bringing her lips even closer.

Bharath, however, averted his gaze, unable to meet her eyes. Immediately, a wave of panic washed over Geetha. She sensed he was about to ask for something unexpected, and her heart began to race.

“Miss, I want your…”

“Bh…” Geetha began, but before she could finish her sentence, Bharath interjected.

“I want to touch your boobs.”

Geetha was stunned. Bharath immediately squeezed her waist with his left hand. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, a soft moan escaping her lips, “Mmm… hh.”

“Miss, I like your boobs,” Bharath confessed, his voice thick with desire.

“Bharath, it’s…”

His index finger in her cleavage brushed her mangalasutra aside, then touched her left nipple through her dress. A storm of sensation spread through her body. She leaned back again, twisting onto his lap. He lightly pressed his finger on it, and another storm ignited within her. Geetha gripped his head with her hands, a deep moan escaping her.
“Aaahh…”

He gently stroked her nipple, as light as a bird’s feather. She exhaled heavily, moaning passionately. “Ahh… Mmm.”

He kissed her right earlobe. “Miss, do you know how beautiful your voice is? Can you say it a little louder, please?” He poked her left nipple.

“Aaahh… Bharath…” she screamed loudly, a raw cry of pleasure.

That inflamed Bharath’s desire. He pressed his arousal into her buttocks again, beginning to rub up and down. Geetha felt as if she were floating, suspended between air and water. 

He removed his finger, and suddenly, her body felt heavy. He immediately grabbed her nipple through her dress with two fingers. A thrill shot through her thighs. She lifted her right leg, rubbing thigh against thigh, and moaned.

“Iss… Bh…” she writhed, unable to bear the intense pleasure.

He bit her neck with his lips, held it with his index and middle fingers, and stroked it with his thumb. Unable to control herself, she immediately turned back, brought Bharath’s face in front of hers, and pressed her lips against his.

Geetha was panting, her warm breath caressing his chin. He touched her chin with his right hand and clasped her waist with his left. “Miss,” he whispered.

Her breasts heaved as she panted. He looked at them once, then met her eyes.

“Huh… You just learn to kiss,” she teased, her voice husky.

“Hmm…”

“Go on.”

Looking at her flushed face, their two moist bodies embraced. Geetha’s dress clung completely to Bharath’s arms, and her soft, creamy mounds pressed and crushed against his firm chest. He took her lips. As Geetha gasped and took his lips, she sucked on his upper lip, drawing in air. Saliva dripped onto her lower lip, and he sucked it up. They put their mouths together again and began to kiss.

Bharath lowered both hands down her back, pressing her hips high on both buttocks. He released the kiss, moaning, “Mmm… Hah… hh.” He joined their lips again. Geetha grabbed Bharath’s head and began to suck. The muscles of their mouths stretched as they fiercely smooch each other’s lips. With the wetness, it was hard to tell the difference between saliva and water. When their lips parted, a “slurp slurp” sound filled the air.

He clasped Geetha’s hips fully in both palms, unable to control his desire for their softness, and squeezed. She released his lips, buried her face in Bharath’s neck, and screamed, “Aaahh…”

“Ahh, Miss, how are you so soft?” he whispered, his voice full of wonder. He squeezed her fully with four fingers on her back and his thumb in the front.

“Aaahh… Don’t do that, you,” she moaned, though her body betrayed her words.

He brought one hand up to Geetha’s face and drew her lips into another kiss. “Mmmmm… Mmmmm.”

Moaning in the kiss, she climbed onto Bharath. Suddenly, his arousal was crushed beneath Geetha’s navel. Her thighs pressed between his, and her petals felt a delicious tingle. She herself pressed the connection of her legs against his erection.
“Ammmmmm…”

“Hahh… We’ll fall, Miss,” he murmured, a hint of concern in his voice.

Without stopping, she resumed her assault on Bharath’s lips as usual. Passionately, she began to give Bharath a deep kiss without letting him speak. Bharath held her cheek and gently stopped her. 

They looked into each other’s eyes, Geetha’s wet curls falling on his face, soaking him. Both were breathing through their mouths, their chests pressed against each other, feeling the rapid rhythm of each other’s heartbeats.

“Miss… get down,” he said, his voice a little strained.

She put her feet down. Her thighs began to press against Bharath’s thighs. Bharath’s organ bent and rubbed against her right thigh, poking her. He ran his fingers through all of Geetha’s curls, pulled them back, held her neck, opened his lips on her chin, and bit her.

“Hmm…” she whimpered softly.

His tongue kissed her lips and below her chin, going down past her neck and kissing between her shoulder blades. Her fingers behind his head cooperated, urging him on. He moved to the right, kissing her shoulder and continuing his descent. He kissed her boob through her dress.

“What, he’s going down? Oh no.”

Geetha grabbed Bharath’s hair, pulled him up, and offered her lips. He held Geetha’s neck with his right hand to stop her.

“Miss,” he whispered.

He kissed Geetha’s left cheek, then turned her face and kissed her right cheek. As she stopped him and looked directly into his eyes, he poked his tongue between her red lips. 

Opening her mouth, she took it in, pressed tongue against Geetha’s upper lip, and she took Bharath’s lower lip and fiercely sucked it.

“Umm, Miss, please don’t stop now, I feel like kissing your lips a lot more,” he murmured against her mouth.

“Huh… Bharath, you’re eating my lips,” she gasped playfully.

He held Geetha’s face with both hands and looked at her piteously. “Miss, do you feel like it’s enough?”

“No.”

He pressed his lips for a moment and then released them. But Geetha, in her desire, pulled her head back, offering her lower lip. He wrapped his left hand around her back and passionately began to kiss her lips. 

Without a break, for a few minutes, they sucked each other’s lips, occasionally taking breaths, letting their breath and tongues touch, and exchanging saliva.

“I never even did this with Gautham. 

Bharath gotten me so used to him. ”

Stopping for a moment, and taking a breath, Bharath was kissing Geetha’s neck when she took his hand and led him out of the water.

Bharath followed, docile as a puppy. 

When Geetha gestured towards a comfortable rock, he settled onto it. His gaze inadvertently dropped, catching the undeniable outline of Geetha's vagina beneath her thin fabric. The soft folds of flesh between her thighs, bisected by a slender line, sent a jolt through him, his penis stirring to life. Geetha, observing his reaction, felt a tremor of arousal herself.

She sat on him, straddling Bharath’s thighs, her warmth pressing against his burgeoning erection. A sensation of weightlessness enveloped Bharath as a delicate tremor ran through him, his penis straining forward. With that gentle pressure, Geetha’s tingling vagina released a warm, involuntary stream. The unexpected sensation sent a storm through her, her body quivering in response.

Biting her lip, Geetha struggled to meet his eyes before burying her face in the crook of his neck. She shifted her thighs, their intimate parts brushing.

"Aahh..." Geetha murmured.

"Miss..." Bharath breathed.

Geetha framed his face with her hands, pushing back his hair with her right, and kissed his cheek. "I brought you here because I thought we might fall into the water there."

"Hmm," Bharath responded.

"Hold my waist," she instructed.

As Bharath’s hands glided along the curve of her waist, Geetha closed her eyes, her neck arching in comfortable surrender. The sight ignited a boundless lust within him, an electric current shooting through his penis. It pulsed, pressing insistently between her thighs. He couldn't help but wonder, What would my situation be without a dress?

"Ahh... Bharath," Geetha whispered, "hold me a little lower."

As his fingers caressed her waist, sliding lower, Geetha swayed, pliant as a snake. 

He gently squeezed her hips, a tremor running through him that he couldn't suppress. He kneaded her again, and Geetha's nerves tingled.

"Ahh...nn..." she moaned, a sweet sound of desire escaping her lips.

"Don't press hard!" she whispered, though her body betrayed a different longing.

He mumbled, "Sorry, Miss."

With a sudden, passionate longing, she lifted his face, bringing their lips together. The kiss deepened as she slowly swayed her waist, a bud blossoming within her, seeking relief. 

Bharat felt himself float, lost in the clouds as Geetha took complete control.

Her moans mingled with the fervent kisses, and soon, Bharat found himself moaning too.

"Hajj..." she breathed.

"Miss, your lips, umm..." he managed to say, his voice thick with emotion.

"Sway my waist!" she commanded softly.

He gripped her, moving her back and forth, following her silent lead.

"Ahh... just like that," she sighed, a sound of pure contentment.

"Ooh-huh," was all Bharat could manage in return, completely enthralled.


Water, clinging to their clothes, acted as a conduit, intensifying the friction between them. Geetha’s warmth, her very essence, began to seep through the fabric, creating a warm, damp space between their thighs. Bharat, driven to the brink, felt his erection pressed hard against, as Geetha, seated in his lap, began to move.

She twisted, a sinuous dance in his embrace, her lips locked with his. With each sway, her body ignited, and a potent wave of lust surged, filling the space between their thighs. He became intoxicated, reduced to a desperate child, tormented by an insatiable craving.
His erection felt as if it were cleaving her very core, the heat radiating from him now warming her thighs. Suddenly, her weight shifted, settling against his waist.

Bharat, responding to her unspoken command, lifted his lips from hers and began to trail kisses down her neck. Her fingers tangled in his hair, a desperate, crushing grip.

Inch by inch, Bharat’s lips descended. Past the soft curve of her throat, over the delicate prominence of her collarbones, past the inviting hollow of her cleavage. He reached the valley between her two soft mounds, and then, with a sudden, deliberate motion, pressed his lips to the swell of her left breast. Geetha felt a jolt, a dizzying flutter. He kissed her again.

“What is he doing? I didn’t expect this.”

After two lingering kisses on the soft curve of her breast, he moved an inch above her nipple, his lips finding purchase even through her dress. Geetha winced.

“Ah…” she gasped.

As he kissed near her nipple, her mangalsutra became an insistent barrier. Gradually, Bharat, fueled by an intensifying desire, tightened his grip on Geetha’s waist. A liquid warmth bloomed between her thighs. Lost in the intoxicating tide of Bharat’s kisses, lustful moans escaped her, involuntary whispers.

With a gentle nudge of his nose, he pushed the mangalsutra aside, settling it in the center. Then, with painstaking patience, he began to kiss all around her nipple.

“Uh… Bharat, what are you doing?” she murmured, a breathy plea.

He licked her breast through the wet fabric of her dress. Her soft flesh jiggled beneath his ministrations.

“Ah… ah… mm,” she moaned, a soft, involuntary sound of pleasure.

He pursed his lips, then, with raw hunger, took her wet cotton covered nipple fully into his mouth.

Geetha’s heart thrummed, a frantic drum against her ribs.

“No, this is going somewhere can I control. 

I have to stop this. 

Or I won’t be able to control myself.”

When his lips closed around her nipple, now distinct beneath her dress, and he drew her in with a passionate kiss, Geetha surged in his lap.

“Aaa… No…” she cried out, a mix of surrender and desperation.


His tongue found her, and a jolt went through Geetha, her nerves tingling as a sudden rush of warmth overflowed, gushing like a fountain. Bharat's erection pressed hotly between her legs, and as he worked his magic on her boob, she felt a dizzying weightlessness, her eyes rolling back in pure sensation. He held her waist, a steady rhythm pushing her back and forth, his tongue swirling around her nipple.

"Ahh… Bharat, stop," Geetha whispered, a plea lost in the rising tide of his desire.

Bharat was oblivious, the fluids in his erection on the verge of bursting. He continued licking her soft, dumpling-like breast, even through her dress, saliva clinging to the fabric around her. His hands, no longer still, yearned for more. 

With such beauty in his lap, what man could resist? He gently stroked his right hand upwards.

"Iss… Hah!" Geetha gasped. 

"Oh no, I can't do this. I thought it was just a kiss, 

but it feels like something more is about to happen."

"You puppy, that's enough, stop!" she exclaimed, a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Miss, umm…" Bharat mumbled, but he didn't stop. When he gently touched her breast from underneath with his hand, Geetha’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, a wave of sensation so intense he felt he could crush her in that moment. He kept swirling his tongue, and Geetha kept tingling. Just as it seemed things would escalate further, Geetha grabbed Bharat's hair, pulling his head back, bending his neck, and meeting his lips. They passionately licked each other's mouths, a fiery exchange.

Breaking the kiss, she stood up, pulling away without a moment's hesitation, frightened and ran into the cool embrace of the water.

"Miss, what happened?" Bharat called out, flustered and still wanting more.

"That's enough," she replied simply.

He followed her into the water, stepping in and taking her hand. Geetha stood still as he came closer, held her face, and asked, "Miss, did I not do it right?"

She smiled faintly. "No, it's nothing like that."

Looking down sadly, Bharat murmured, "Did I bother you?"

Geetha pulled Bharat closer and kissed his forehead. "Look," she said, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "It's okay, I want to swim for a while. You go change, and I'll come, then we can eat." In a few moments, Geetha had managed to quiet Bharat's unspoken questions and tempting desires.

"Okay, Miss… But…" he began.

"Hmm, tell me…" she prompted.

"Just one more kiss, I won't ask again."

"I'll give it to you when we go home, okay?”

"Hmm…" he conceded, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Geetha deliberately swam in wide circles, putting distance between herself and Bharath. 

When she finally decided she'd had enough solitude and turned back, Bharath nowhere to be found.

She craned her neck, searching, but he was nowhere in sight.

A sudden, chilling realization washed over her: she felt utterly alone in the vastness of the forest, and a cold dread began to settle in. "Bharath… are you there?" she yelled, her voice echoing.

From behind a rock ahead, a voice responded, "Yes, Miss, I'm here. Don't be scared."

A wave of relief washed over her, and she exhaled slowly. Three seconds later, Bharath came.

"Where did you go?" Geetha asked.

"Toilet, Miss," Bharath replied.

"You should have told me before going!" she exclaimed, slowly wading out of the water.

Bharath walked to his bag, pulled out a towel, and began drying his head and body. 

Geetha stepped out, her clothes clinging to her wet form, and stood in the sun, shaking her hair. Bharath paused, his gaze fixed on her. As drops of water trickled down her fair, soft thighs, he swallowed hard.

"Give me my towel too," Geetha prompted.

He remained frozen, staring.

"Hey, what happened?" Geetha pressed.

Snapping out of his trance, he quickly and nervously retrieved Geetha's towel and handed it to her. She took it, wrapping it around herself.

"I told you to change your clothes and get lunch out, didn't I?" Geetha reminded him.

"That, Miss…" Bharath stammered.

Geetha walked closer, grabbed his shoulder, and turned him around. "Turn around, I'll dry you. Why didn't you dry your own back first?" She took the towel from his hand and began drying Bharath's back. "Okay… turn and sit down. If you turn back, I'll kill you."

He chuckled softly.

Bharat's query, "Why, Miss?" was met with a playful admonition from Geetha. 

"Hey, you're getting too cheeky. Close your eyes and don't turn this way until I tell you to."

As Bharat unexpectedly turned, Geetha's hands, which had been resting on his back, now landed squarely on his chest. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to her cool touch. He met her gaze with a knowing smile. "Miss, should I wipe you?" he teased.

"Oye... I'll hit you," she retorted, though a soft giggle escaped him.

Her fingers idly traced patterns on his chest, and Bharat involuntarily tensed. Geetha found her gaze fixated there. A thought, both daring and thrilling, flickered through her mind: Ah... if I hug him now, who knows what will happen again.

Below, Bharat's shorts began to stir, a movement Geetha did not miss. Ss... he's getting excited just by my touch, she observed, a ripple of awareness passing through her.

"Miss..." Bharat began, his voice a low murmur.

Jolted back to reality, Geetha quickly moved past him, retrieved her bag, and returned. 

"Turn around," she instructed, and he complied instantly, presenting his back to her.

In her hand, Geetha clutched her innerwear, a wave of shyness washing over her. The impending task of shedding her swimsuit so openly, however fleetingly, and then donning her clothes, felt suddenly daunting. Bharat remained still, eyes closed, a silent, patient presence.


A nervous tremor ran through Gita as she met Bharat's gaze, a hesitant "Hey..." escaping her lips. Bharat's soft chuckle filled the air as he responded, "Yes, Miss?"

Gita's fingers fidgeted with her dress strap, her voice barely a whisper, "No one will come, right?"

"Miss..." Bharat began, his voice reassuring.

"Hmm?" she prompted, her eyes still searching.

"I told you," he reiterated, "no one will come, no one will see. Change your clothes quickly."

As if on cue, Bharat’s words seemed to release a hidden tension within her. Her left shoulder strap slid down, followed by the right. A momentary flash of modesty prompted her to dbang the towel around herself. With a quick glance around, her right hand moved under the towel, deftly guiding the dress down to her waist. It swayed, then slipped, pooling around her knees before settling at her feet. In a swift motion, she tightened the towel, securing it snugly around her soft breasts.

"Miss, did you take off your dress?" Bharat's voice was a quiet inquiry.

Gita, now holding her panties in her hand, picked up the discarded dress and set it aside. "Yes, I did," she confirmed.

A peculiar question then fell from Bharat's lips. "Miss, have you ever been without clothes in an open place like this, I mean, without even that towel?"

Gita's brow furrowed, her right eye narrowing as she regarded him with a strange expression. "Why did you ask that?" she challenged.

"Miss," Bharat urged softly, "try that just once. Just see yourself in those waters without any clothes on."

Geetha couldn't make sense of his words. A wave of shame washed over her. How could she look at herself naked in the water, when she could have simply done so in the privacy of her home?

"Miss, my eyes are closed. Just look once, see your beauty," Bharat insisted.

"Hey kid, stay a kid. Do you even know what you're saying?" Geetha retorted, a mix of exasperation and amusement in her voice.

"Okay, as you wish. Change quickly, I'm hungry," he conceded.

“He’s saying... but could he actually see? Ugh, I feel shy”, she thought, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions.”

She began to loosen her towel, preparing to put on her bra.

"Bharat..." Geetha began.

"Oh, Miss, are you done?" he asked.

"No, you stay like that..." she threatened playfully.

With a sudden decision, she let the towel drop. Her naked reflection shimmered in the water. An intense wave of goosebumps erupted across Geetha's body, and a cool breeze brushed against her nipples, sending a shocking tingle through her. In a fleeting two seconds, her gaze swept over herself from head to toe before she quickly rewrapped the towel.

“I have no shame, what did I do? 

Why did I even do that?”

Moments later, her heart still fluttering, she nervously slipped on her bra and panties beneath the towel. She then approached Bharat, her eyes fixed on his face. He still had his eyes tightly, innocently closed. A small smile, almost imperceptible, played on his lips.

"Miss... how much longer?" Bharat murmured.

Smiling shyly, Geetha gently pinched his cheek. "Wait, don't you know women take time?"

She retrieved her clothes and quickly changed into a white top and leggings. She left her hair loose, securing it with a clip

"Ha, I'm done," she announced.

Bharat stood up and, without looking at Geetha, quickly dressed in chino pants and a white t-shirt. When he finally looked at her, the beauty that had intensely aroused him just moments ago now simply looked cute.

"Miss, you and I both wore white. Same pinch," Bharat declared, holding out his hand.

Geetha extended her hand and firmly pinched Bharat's shoulder underneath.

"Ow... Miss, what did I say now?" he winced, rubbing the spot with a pout.

"You're the one who said 'pinch,' that's why..." she chuckled.

"Oh, I didn't know..." he admitted.

"Hmm, you said you were hungry, shall we eat?" Geetha asked.

"Let's eat," Bharat replied eagerly.