Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Bharath arrived at Geetha's door, having told his family that Geetha had asked for his help with some work. The door was shut, and he pressed the doorbell. Geetha opened it, still in the same saree she'd worn earlier. He noticed her pupils dilate almost imperceptibly as their eyes met.

"Why did you come today?" Geetha asked.

"Miss, can I come in first?" Bharath replied, a soft plea in his tone. He carried no bag, no books, just the casual clothes he'd changed into.

"Didn't I tell you there's no tuition today? Besides, it's eight o'clock, and you already ate there..." she trailed off, stepping aside to let him enter.

He stepped inside, reaching for her right hand and pulling her close. A wave of anxiety washed over Geetha. Unlike before, he's asking her directly today.

"Miss..." Bharath murmured, his voice a whisper as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand. It was all it took for Geetha's resolve to falter.

"So gorgeous, Miss," he breathed, his gaze fixed on her.

Geetha, recovering slightly, tried to deflect. "Do your flirting with Chendu, not with me." She pulled her hand away and retreated into the kitchen. He closed the main door, following her in.

"Miss, honestly, ever since I saw you afternoon, my mind hasn't been working," Bharath confessed, his voice earnest. "You look very, very hot today."

In the kitchen, she was meticulously arranging washed dishes on the stand, her back to him. "I told you not to come, didn't I? Why did you come? You're not listening to me at all lately. What if someone saw us there? How scared I was!"

"Miss, I'm sorry," he offered, moving to stand beside her. His fingers playfully traced her braid, twirling a strand around his hand.

"You're the one who says you won't cause me any trouble, but you don't listen even when you say it yourself. There, the teacher is a tea..." Her words caught in her throat as he drew her braid over her left shoulder, then bent his head to kiss the hollow of her left neck. 

Geetha had anticipated this, yet she stood frozen, like a doll, her left arm instinctively bending to cradle his chin.

"Miss, I'm saying sorry, I admit it's my fault," Bharath said, his voice husky.

"But..." Geetha began, only for her mouth to be silenced by another kiss.

He blew warm air near her ear, and a delighted smile curved her lips as she instinctively turned her neck.

"Miss, this isn't college," he murmured, his lips pressing against the back of her neck.

"Hmm..." she groaned softly, a nearly inaudible sound.

"Miss, if I do that, I admit you got angry, but tell me you didn't like it." He traced his index finger down her buttery-soft back, just below her neck. Goosebumps erupted along her spine, and she twisted her waist slightly.

"Ah... puppy," she breathed, a mix of exasperation and pleasure in her tone.

"Tell me, Miss." He continued his descent, his finger slipping under her blouse and rubbing the small of her back, just below her waist.

"Mmmmmm..." she swayed, biting her lower lip to stifle a moan that escaped nonetheless.

"You liked it, didn't you?" His fingers, now under her blouse, gently slid to her right hip, his fingertips softly caressing the fold on her waist, causing a slight tremble to run through her. She clenched her right hand into a fist against the kitchen counter.

He took her left hand at the elbow, bringing her fingers to his mouth. "Umm... Miss, why haven't you changed your saree?"

"Got busy with work," she replied, her voice a little breathless.

He slipped her index finger into his mouth and sucked it. Geetha stood still, mesmerized by the eagerness with which he drew on her finger.

"Tell me the truth, Miss, I know."

She looked down, a shy smile gracing her lips. He continued to lick and suck each finger, and Geetha, surprisingly compliant, pushed and pulled her finger into his mouth, a silent invitation.

Releasing her hand, he pressed two fingers under her chin, gently turning her face towards him. Her gaze was still cast downwards. He kissed under her chin, then rubbed his thumb across her lower lip. The red lipstick transferred to his finger, and he pulled it back, sucking on the stained digit. Geetha slowly raised her eyelids, watching him.

"Tell me, Miss."

She nodded vertically, a silent affirmation. He gazed into her eyes, an intoxicating intensity in his gaze, as he brought his lips closer. But Geetha leaned her head back, and he immediately squeezed her waist even tighter.

"Sss..." she hissed softly.

"Miss, please..." he whispered, his lips finding her neck.

"Ah!... Leave my waist, boy."

"No, Miss, I can't." He rubbed his thumb on the fold of her waist, then squeezed her from back and front with his four fingers. 

A jolt ran through Geetha. "Aaah... don't do that."

A tremor of fear had run through Bharat if he had made even the slightest misstep, closeness they had nurtured over days could felt suddenly fragile. Yet, a reciprocal fear held in Geetha too—the apprehension of Bharat's judgment if she, the teacher, were to make the first move.

Their unspoken desires had since been confined to fleeting gestures and stolen glances. 

After the night Bharat had defied her wishes and gone out, he hadn’t dared to explicitly ask for a kiss again. On the few occasions their bodies drew near, Geetha would simply murmur, "Studies, studies," and the moment would dissipate. How much longer could he endure this longing? How much longer could Geetha resist?

Bharat's voice, hesitant yet resolute, broke the silence. "Miss, can I ask you something?"

Geetha's mind raced, a single thought dominating: He’s going to ask for a kiss. I can’t say no. I can’t stop myself.

"Hmm…" she managed, her breath catching.

He leaned in, his chest pressing against hers, their hearts thrumming in unison. Bharath savored the soft yielding of her cushiony boobs, a warmth spreading through his chest, causing a delicate tremble.

"Miss," Bharat whispered, his voice laced with a boyish innocence, "why don't you kiss me every day?"

Geetha cupped his head in both hands, her rose-tinted lips trembling slightly as she gazed into his eyes. "If I kiss you every day, you won't study, and I don't like that, my dear." The words were meant to be firm, but a tenderness betrayed them.

Bharat sighed, a wistful note in his voice. "Miss, I like being with you like this. Holding your soft waist, kissing your rose lips, sniffing your armpit sweat. I like you, Miss. But in a few more days, the exams will be over, and I won't be able to meet you." A cloud of dejection settled over his features, and he lowered his head.

“Is he acting, or is he genuinely sad?”

But the sight of his puppy-dog expression melted her resolve. 

“That puppy face makes me want to kiss him and keep him quiet.”


He lifted his face, his eyes wide and pleading.

"Why do you say that?" Geetha chided softly. "I told you, after the exams are over, you're coming to Canada with me. Now, have a kiss, okay?"

She leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his right cheek. Bharat, emboldened, pulled her waist, drawing her even tighter against him. Her boobs, soft and yielding, nestled against his chest. Geetha’s arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

"Miss," Bharat murmured, his voice thick with contentment, "hugging you feels so good, Miss."

"Ah… me too, Bharat, you feel so warm," she breathed, her own voice a soft sigh.

His left hand, previously resting between their shoulders, slid down to her waist, slipping under the right side of her saree pallu. He delved deeper, three fingers pressing into her lower back beneath the blouse strap. His right hand moved rhythmically on her left side.

"Miss, your boobs feel very spongy."

Geetha gasped, a mixture of shock and arousal in her voice. "Hey, how can you say that to me? Aren't you afraid?"

He ignored her, his lips tracing a bead of sweat trickling down the curve of her left neck, his tongue guiding it to her lips. Geetha's lips puckered, a low groan escaping her. Her left hand buried itself in Bharat's hair.

"Mmm…"

He took a step forward, turning her sideways and pressing her against the cool kitchen counter. His legs spread, caging her between his thighs. His left hand reached up, pulling the hair from behind her head. As she arched her neck back, he bit her chin, his lips encompassing it entirely. Geetha gasped again, a soft moan following. "Hah…"

He moved to her right shoulder, where the saree pallu offered no coverage, and delivered a deep kiss. Geetha stood pliant, like a doll, her hands resting on Bharat's shoulders. He moved lower, biting the soft folds on her right shoulder, hidden beneath the inch-and-a-half-wide shoulder strap of her sleeveless blouse. He inhaled her scent, a deep, satisfying breath.

Geetha touched her lips to his forehead. A playful exasperation in her voice, said, "This madness will never leave you. Why do you sniff like a dog? Does anyone even do this?"

"Miss, I'm crazy about your smell." He kissed her again, right on that spot, holding the fold with his lips and tugging gently. 

A jolt went through Geetha. "Sss… why do you do that?"

With his left hand, he tried to lift her right arm. Geetha was initially resistant, her body tensing, uncomfortable with the idea. "No, dear, it feels strange."

He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her upper chest, relentless. "Just once, Miss, if you don't like it, then no."

At his words, her right hand lifted, as if on its own accord. He held it below the elbow, raising it completely.

The sight of Geetha's underarm shadow, brown candy floss-like armpit, midst of her milky skin. with its tiny folds and a glistening sheen of sweat, no sign of hair, sent Bharat's already aroused member to a fever pitch. He brought his face close, his eyes gleaming with lust as he gazed sidelong at her. In that moment, seeing Bharat's expression, a new kind of thrill shot through Geetha.

"Miss, how beautiful it is…"

Geetha's face flushed crimson. "That's beautiful too? You're mad."

With his right hand, he held her under her left armpit, pushing Geetha back slightly. He shifted, positioning himself between her two knees. His aroused member dangled just two inches from her thighs.

As he took a deep breath, the myriad fragrances of her body converged, rushing into Bharat's nose, intoxicating his brain.

"Aaaha… Miss, everything about you is beautiful, sweet, delicious."

She smiled shyly, playfully pushing Bharat's face with her fingers. He turned his face back, touching his lips to her right armpit. 

Suddenly, Geetha felt a wave of ticklish sensations ripple through her. She twisted, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Mmmmm….."

"Miss, did you like it?"

She remained silent, unsure how to articulate the unfamiliar sensations. 

“I might be teaching him lessons, 

but he's showing me something else entirely.”

Bharat was ushering her into a new realm of pleasure, and with this new excitement, her nipples tingled. He buried his nose in her bare, sweaty crevice and pushed upward. Geetha swayed intensely, her breathing becoming shallow and uncontrolled. "Aaah… Don't do that."

"Miss, how can you be so tempting…" He pressed his lips into her armpit and bit gently.

Filled with a surge of lust, Geetha grabbed Bharat's head with trembling hands and pulled him down. His nose got delightfully stuck in her underarm as he resurfaced.

She held his cheeks in both hands, stopping his lips just inches from hers. His lips and nose, glistening with sweat and intoxication, poised in anticipation, he asked, "Miss, didn't you like it? Why did you stop?"


Geetha’s breath feathered against his lips, a strange new sensation that nonetheless awakened a deep yearning within her. “Don’t bite,” she murmured.


“I didn’t bite, Miss. Only my lips,” Bharath replied, his voice a low rumble.

“Do it slowly, okay?” Geetha requested, a tremor in her voice.

Before her eyes, he lowered his head and gently licked the beads of sweat from her lips, a gesture that sent a ripple of delight through her.

He descended further, his hand finding her elbow, lifting her arm. He kissed deeply into her armpit. Geetha swayed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she seemed to swallow his very presence. “Mmmmmm….. Ha…” Her fingers tightened in his hair, an involuntary grasp.

“Uh…miss, so warm and tempting,” he mumbled under her shoulder.

He extended his tongue, tasting her warm scent, a fleeting touch, and an instant wave of goosebumps erupted across Geetha’s skin, causing her to sway beneath him. Her saree pallu slipped from her shoulder, unnoticed. Without allowing her a moment to catch her breath, he stretched her armpit, his tongue tracing a path from bottom to top, vibrating her soft sweaty folds.

“Ha…. Ah…” she stammered, her eyes, filled with desire, fixed on him.

Geetha pulled back on Bharath’s hair. As she did, her pallu shifted, offering a fleeting glimpse of her cleavage, and a trickle of sweat traced a path down her neck. Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, a sight that only intensified his own burgeoning desire. He met her gaze, a silent question in his eyes, seeking her silent consent. Geetha took a shaky breath, her eyes meeting his, and offered a small, hesitant smile. Bharath returned it, a slow, knowing smile.

“Doesn’t it feel dirty to you?” she whispered.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her neck. Her breasts brushed against his chest once more. “Ah…”

“No, Miss, I want it,” he murmured against her skin.

“Ugh, naughty fellow,” Geetha breathed, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Miss, are you feeling pleasure or not?” Bharath asked, his voice low and teasing.

Silently, Geetha guided Bharath’s face from her left to her right. He licked her right earlobe, eliciting a soft “Sss…” from her.

Kissing her shoulder, he descended again, his tongue gently tracing her armpit folds once more. Geetha shivered, a cascade of ticklish sensations engulfing her. “H… Hah.”

“Mmm… If you don’t like it, tell me, I’ll stop…” he murmured, his tongue continuing its hypnotic rhythm, like peeling cream from a chocolate wrapper.

Geetha made no reply, lost in a swirling trance. Her hand found the stand behind her, grasping it to steady herself, to stop the trembling. Bharath, noticing her action, took it as an affirmative. He released her hand, his own finding her hips, holding them firmly as he leaned over, pressing his arousal against her thighs. A sudden heat flared between her legs. 

What he had already been doing made her labia tremble, and now the friction of his body against hers intensified her craving to an almost unbearable degree.

He moved from her right armpit, coming to the center, and kissed just below her neck. Her nipples hardened, tingling with anticipation. “Ah… Bharath.”

He looked up. “Tell me, Miss?”

Geetha’s lips parted. She leaned her neck forward, almost reaching for his lips, but Bharath moved lower, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Mmmmmm…” she hummed, her lips pursed in pleasure.

Continuing his journey of kisses, he moved to her left armpit. Understanding her pleasure, as Bharath drew nearer, she raised one hand and held her other. Driven to distraction by her scent, he began to completely surrender to her. Her entire body was consumed by sweet tingles, twisting beneath him. The itch in her vagina intensified, her labia trembled, and a small trickle escaped, slightly dampening her panties. Gradually, as the pleasure overwhelmed her, she closed her eyes in blissful contentment, panting and moaning.
“Aaah… Umm…” she cried out.

She shifted back, and he paused. He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her closer. “Miss, don’t move.”

In a daze of pleasure, she nodded vertically, a soft “Mmm…” escaping her lips as she looked into his eyes. 

Both of them were glistening with sweat. Bharath’s left palm cupped her face, his fingers gently stroking the curve of her neck. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, lost in ecstasy.

Leaning forward, he showered kisses below her neck, moving downwards. Immediately, her left hand lowered, grasping his head, stopping him. Geetha’s breasts, stiff with desire, swelled with her heavy breathing, her blouse seeming on the verge of bursting its hooks. Her nipples, hardened with longing, were clearly outlined beneath the fabric. He stared at them.

“He looks like he’s going to kiss there, I can’t. 

I don’t even understand my own situation 

with what he’s doing already.”

“Miss, how beautiful your boobs are, near the waterfalls, and recently on the hill in wet clothes… No one matches your beauty,” Bharath murmured, his voice husky.

At his words, Geetha’s craving intensified, and she found herself looking at him with lustful eyes, on the verge of complete surrender. A hidden wave of shame, however, flushed her cheeks and held her back. “Bharath, didn’t I tell you not to say things like that?”

“Miss, but when I see your breast, that’s what I feel,” he countered, his gaze unwavering.

She shifted her body slightly, and with the movement, a portion of her right bra, revealing a glimpse of her breast, became visible. Seeing it, Bharath’s left hand came forward, moving upwards.

“What is he doing? 

No, should I stop him now or not?”

He slowly approached, his gaze intense, and gently touched the visible edge of her bra. 

Gradually, his index finger made contact with her soft, swelling breast, sending a delicious tingle through her. He pushed it inward.

“Miss, see how beautiful your breasts are; your bra shows it,” he whispered.

“Where did he learn these words at this age?”

Geetha’s face bloomed with delight, and a shy smile touched her lips, a hint of coyness in her eyes. “You’ve learned your words well.”