Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geetha stirred awake as the first light of dawn filtered through the room, her blue blanket pooled around her navel, a white bra peeking out. Bharat lay beside her, his face nestled against her chest, her arm extending to her left. A jolt of surprise went through her, seeing him in her lap, but then a playful smile curved her lips as the memories of last night gently resurfaced.

As she subtly shifted, her gaze fell upon the gentle valley between her wheatish-white, soft mounds. A thin trail of Bharat's saliva, a wet, flowing river, trickled from his right cheek to the corner of his lips. In the cool room, an unexpected wave of warmth spread through her.

Ignoring it for a moment, she got up and glanced to the other side. She reached for the white robe Gautam had left in the cupboard, wrapping herself in its soft embrace.

Her eyes returned to Bharat, captivated by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he slept deeply. She watched him for a beat, then tied her robe securely and sat down, her right hand instinctively touching the center of his chest. It was firm, yet incredibly soft. Her thin, cool fingers drifted downwards, tracing a path to Bharat's stomach. Her gaze followed, then dipped lower.

In the shadows cast by the blanket, a small, reddish, mushroom was faintly visible. As her little finger brushed against it while caressing his stomach, a shiver ran through her as she recognized what it was. At that precise moment, Bharat stirred slightly. Panicked, she snatched her hand back.

‘That's sh... tch,’ she muttered, her cheeks flushing as she bit her trembling lip. Her mind, she realized, wouldn't stay disciplined if she remained there. She rose and quietly exited the bedroom.


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Two hours later, having loaded the clothes into the washing machine, a growl from her stomach reminded her of breakfast. She entered the kitchen and washed her hands, wondering what to cook so early. Opening the fridge, she spotted a packet of bread. As she pulled it out and closed the door, Bharat, shirtless and with his strong arm visible, materialized before her eyes.

"Good morning, Miss..."

Geetha's eyes met his face, then, almost unconsciously, drifted downwards. Seeing his chest, a faint tingle ran through her lower lip. Her lips stretched into a smile that reached her eyes, and Bharat noticed.

"What are you looking at, Miss...?" he teased.

‘Ah... he just asked that,’ she thought, startled, and quickly lifted her head. "What?" she asked aloud.

"What are you doing, Miss...?" he asked naughtily, his gaze lingering on her lips.

A little confused, she replied, "I'm making breakfast. There's bread."

"What will you eat with it?" he inquired.

"There's peanut butter," Geetha said. "Bharat, can you go to the shop and get a milk packet?"

Taking a step forward, standing a foot away from her, Bharat narrowed his eyes and smiled. "I have to go home, Miss, did you forget...?"

"Just bring the milk packet and leave," Geetha insisted.

Turning towards the stove, she chuckled at his mischief and placed the bread packet on a plate.

"Hey, Miss, you're not going out in this dress, are you? Haha..." he joked, his gaze sweeping over her, from her visible white chubby calves up to the round shape of her buttocks, hidden by the robe. 

As soon as she looked at him, he quickly met her gaze.

"My handbag is near the TV, bring it, I'll give you money," Geetha instructed.

He retrieved the handbag and returned, standing behind her as she unwrapped the bread packet. Releasing a warm breath near her ear and neck, Bharat said, "Here you go, Miss...," placing the bag in front of her. That warm breath on her neck ignited a yearning for a warm embrace within her.

With her left hand, she slid the bag forward onto the slab, and as she drew her hand back, his fingertips deliberately brushed against her waist, lightly grazing her dress. 

All of this awakened a mischievous, curious, new excitement within her.

"This dress looks very good on you, Miss," Bharat complimented. Geetha felt a surge of delight.

Touching her waist, he moved his hand downwards, brushing it against her dress, and then pulled up the thin white fabric of her robe. It bunched up, revealing the bottom of her buttocks.

‘What is he doing...’

"Miss, hold that bread packet for a moment," Bharat requested.

"Why?" she asked.

"Hold it first, I'll tell you," he insisted.

Geetha held the bread packet in her right hand. He leaned his face towards her neck and looked.

"Squeeze it," he murmured.

She squeezed the packet once.

"It's fresh and soft, isn't it?" he asked.

"Hmm..." she replied.

Looking at her white curve, he let his hand drop lower and firmly squeezed her semi-naked buttock. 

Desire spread through Geetha. "Iss..... Hey...." she gasped, dropping the bread. 

As his cool hand gently twisted under her soft buttock, a tickle erupted between her thighs. She laughed at what Bharat was doing.


Caressing softly with his fingers, Bharat whispered, "Miss..."

She bit her lip and pressed both hands onto the slab. "Hmm...." she hummed.

"You look very romantic in this dress," Bharat said. He held her right buttock with his other hand as well. His cool hands made her warming body flinch.

"Hey..." she protested weakly.

He pressed both hands softly upwards under her buttocks. Taking a deep breath, she tried to stop Bharat, but her body was saying no. "Mmm..." she murmured.

"Miss, bend forward a little," Bharat coaxed. As soon as he spoke, she bent her spine like a bow. Her curves pushed out even more for Bharat. He caressed with his fingers, held her buttocks, and kneaded them softly.

"Aaahh...." she moaned.

He held the edges of her panty and moved them aside, completely caressing her left buttock with his fingers up to her private part, making Geetha's body float. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

"Mmm...." she sighed.

He grabbed a full from below and kneaded it like a piece of bread.

"Iss ha..." she gasped.

"Uh-oh... what is this so early in the morning?"

She quickly stood up, turned around, and pushed Bharat's chest with her hand. He took a step back.

"Hey... puppy, what is this?" she asked.

"Miss, I'm just feeling how smooth it is," he replied.

When he said that, she felt shy, lowered her face, and laughed. 

"That's enough feeling," she said.

The firmness of Bharat's body was palpable in her palm, and she found she didn't want to remove her hand from his chest. His chest was firm yet incredibly soft. She pressed it with her fingers and caressed it slightly. Her hand, seemingly no longer under her control, gently touched the warmth of his chest. Bharat noticed.

‘Geetha, take your hand off, ignore it,’ her mind urged. But no matter how much she tried to stop herself, Bharat's captivating body wouldn't let her. She continued to caress his chest with her fingers, biting her lip, and watching. 

Bharat, observing this, leaned forward. "Did you like it, Miss...?"

Her cheeks flushed with shyness, trying to stay in control but unable to, she nodded vertically.

"Why, Miss?" he pressed.

She looked up into his eyes once. A small spark danced in Bharat's eyes. Seeing that, she couldn't stand it and looked down, shaking her head, confused, as if to say she wouldn't tell.

"Tell me, Miss," he insisted.

"It's very good, soft," she finally managed. "You play badminton, so you're fit."

"Miss, what did you say yesterday?" Bharat asked, his voice low. "You kissed my chest. Kiss it again now."

‘Geetha, that's enough, go do your work,’ a voice in her head warned.

‘It's nothing, kiss him Geetha, he's burning up,’ another naughty soul urged.

‘Ah, it's just what I did yesterday.’

Geetha, unable to hold back, reached out, her hand sliding to grip Bharat's chest near his ribs. Leaning forward, her rose-red lips, trembling slightly, pressed a small kiss directly in the middle of his chest.



Bharat startled, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Separating her lips, she then bit gently at his left nipple before moving to kiss the right. 

"Sss..." Bharat hissed softly. Her saliva glistened on his skin.

"Sorry..." Geetha murmured.

"Did I say anything, Miss...?" Bharat replied, a smile playing on his lips.

Geetha returned his smile, then bit down, harder this time, into the muscle beneath his nipple.

"Aah!" Bharat groaned, his hands immediately sliding under her buttocks to lift her.

"Ah...." Geetha gasped as he pressed her upwards.

 She leaned in and placed a small kiss on the curve of his neck.

Gasping lustfully, he let out a soft "ah..."

Kissing his chest again, she tightened her hands around his waist and continued to shower him with kisses. "Ah... Miss," Bharat murmured.

As she kissed Bharat, her body pressed against his warmth, her mischievous spirit intensified. Bharat's strong arms sent shivers through her, and the sensation traveled between her thighs, making her panties damp with desire from just this contact.

He held her waist with his left hand, his right hand moving possessively to bury itself in the hair at the back of her head, pulling her closer still. Geetha opened her mouth and bit fiercely under his chest before gently licking the spot.

Bharat's nerves stood on end, and he trembled visibly. "Miss...." he whispered.

Then, Geetha's gaze fell upon his erect member, pressing against his pants. Her heart pounded as she stared at the bulge. Her fingers slowly moved down his chest. Bharat's chest rose and fell with his deep breaths. Geetha's lips were trembling. Her fingers gently stroked down to Bharat's navel.

‘Geetha, what are you doing? Let him go,’ a voice in her mind commanded, but her fingers completely ignored it. As her fingertips touched next to his navel, Bharat felt a tickle and swayed slightly. He looked at Geetha's lips; they looked like rose petals trembling in a gentle breeze.

He gently stroked her neck with his right hand, then placed his index finger under her chin and lifted her head. Geetha hesitated, looking directly into Bharat's eyes, then shyly parted her lips.

"Miss...." Bharat said.

With a teasing look, she nodded her head, "Hmm..."

"You're very hot, your neck is burning, you don't have a fever, do you?" Bharat asked.

At his words, she smiled cutely. "Haha.... No." She leaned forward and rubbed her nose into his neck. Geetha swallowed, a soft "Ha..." escaping her lips in a sigh.

"Maybe there's no air here, that's why," Bharat mused.

"Hmmm...." Geetha hummed in response.

"Miss, you haven't bathed," Bharat observed.

"Oh!" Geetha exclaimed.

"Even so, you smell like a fresh rose, Miss," Bharat complimented. As Bharat praised her, she glowed with pleasure. As he moved his hand on her waist, she trembled slightly and bit her lip. 

Bharat noticed this. Holding her face and looking directly into her eyes sensually, Bharat said, "If you bite your lips like that, you look even hotter, Miss."

"Oo...." Geetha whispered.

Geetha's finger, without her conscious control, began to circle in Bharat's navel.

"Miss, what are you thinking?" Bharat asked.

"What?"

"Why are you moving your hand like that?"

"Nothing."

He gripped her waist and pushed her back. Geetha took two steps back and leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Miss, I want to see your waist," Bharat stated.

"Hey.... Why?" Geetha protested.

"I don't know, I just want to see it once."

Holding Bharat's chin with her left hand and stroking it, Geetha replied, "No, go home after going to the shop."

"Miss, today is Sunday, isn't it?" He moved closer and leaned over her. Geetha looked into Bharat's eyes, sensually submitting.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Do we have tuition then?"

She showed her beautiful, sparkling silver teeth and smiled. "No, why?"

"Uh-huh.... Nothing." 

She looked down at his member. It was pressing out of his pants, bulging in his underwear. Her lips were trembling. She looked back at Bharat.

"Miss, shall we play another game...?" Bharat said with a mischievous smile.

"Hey.... Naughty fellow," Geetha playfully chided him.

"Haha.... Are you afraid you'll lose, Miss?" He leaned his neck even closer. 

Geetha cooperated by spreading her thighs, allowing him to stand between them.

"It's not like that," she insisted.

"Then we can play something, right?"

"What shall we play?" she wondered, a thought flitting through her mind, "What am I doing? If I lose now, I don't even know what he'll ask for."

He slid his left hand down her right thigh and stopped behind her knee. " I read a story called Dhika - an innocent angel, in that story I saw this small game. That is, now one will walk fingers on leg, and whoever stops by saying ‘chicken' first loses. The winner gets whatever they ask for."

Geetha knew she would lose anyway, but her mischievous nature made her agree. "Okay."

"Okay, start."

"Hmm."

Bharat walked his index and middle fingers from her knee up to her thigh. Geetha tingled as his fingers touched her. She let go of Bharat's chin and held his shoulder. Bharat moved past her thigh and continued to climb. He passed her buttocks and was approaching the elastic of her panties. Her excitement grew. "What will he do? Get there? No, he won't do that much," she thought frantically.

Bharat came onto her buttock, and with his fingers, he walked across the soft, tender flesh, and suddenly moved forward, three inches away from the junction of her thighs. 

"No.... No..." 

He moved his fingers another inch towards her. 

‘No... If I don't stop him now, it's a no-no there. 

If I stop him, what will he ask for if he wins?’

She wanted to stop Bharat somehow. She didn't know what to do. Her body was trembling. Looking at Bharat's hand, she saw Bharat's member between her thighs. 

‘No, if I do that.... Oh my.’

Bharat came inside her right thigh and was about to lift the edge of her panties and touch them, when her heart pounded, and she blurted out, "Chicken."

Bharat quickly pulled his hand back and laughed. "Hehe.... Miss, I won."

She grabbed Bharat's face and pulled him up. Bharat came over her, pressing his member between her thighs. It got stuck directly between them, touching an inch above the space between her vertical lips. If Bharat moved down a little, their lips would touch. She brought Bharat's face closer, stopped their lips just before touching, and breathed out a warm "Ha" to him. She stretched her neck forward, about to kiss him, but Bharat moved back.

"It's just a kiss, right?" Geetha asked.

He laughed. "No, Miss." 

Geetha knew he wouldn't ask for a kiss. She had thought of kissing him now to escape.

"Then what?" she asked.

He was lifting and raising Geetha's dress.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Geetha exclaimed.

"Miss, I want your navel."

She held Bharat's shoulders with both hands. His shoulders were hard and warm, feeling very tempting. "Doesn't a puppy like lips?"

"Miss, I told you yesterday, didn't I?" He lifted her dress up to her waist. Leaning down, he kissed her neck at the hollow of her throat.

"Yah..." Geetha gasped. 

He slid down a little further and kissed her an inch above the middle of her beautiful bubbles. Leaning further down, he lifted her dress with both hands and looked. Geetha's white thighs, and between them, brown panties, with a slight wetness in the V-cut of the panties. 

Looking right there, Bharat said, "Miss, your panties are wet." At those words, Geetha's desire flared. She deliberately didn't respond, feeling embarrassed.

Just then, he saw her sugary well in a field of white clouds, and his gaze eagerly went to her navel. There was sweat, and as a drop of sweat was about to fall from above into her navel, he stuck out his tongue and caught it. As Bharat's cold tongue touched the walls of her navel, a small lightning bolt shot into her thighs. Trembling to control herself, she held Bharat's head with her right hand.

"Hushhhhh....." she said, closing her eyes and letting out a small moan.

He gave a deep kiss on her navel. Geetha spread her thighs wider and shivered. Smacking her lips, Geetha moaned, "Mmm...."

"Miss..." Bharat murmured.

She put both hands on Bharat's head and pulled him to her waist. Bharat put his face completely under her dress and poked his tongue into her navel. It felt like an ice cube touching her with his saliva. Her navel trembled, and an electric shock pierced her panties, making them even wetter.

"Uff.... Puppy, enough."

Bharat didn't heed Geetha's words. He started to play his tongue in the valley of her navel. He put his tongue in her saliva-filled navel and licked it in circles.

"Ah.... Ss..." Geetha moaned softly.

"Umm, Miss, I like your navel very much, Miss..." He covered her navel with his mouth and sucked it with his tongue. Geetha liked that Bharat showed so much affection for her navel. She put her hands behind her, balanced herself, and leaned back.

"Umm, how is it possible, Miss, that you are so soft and sweet?" Bharat asked.

"Mmm..... Don't say that." 

He thrust his tongue in and licked upwards, and her navel nerves twitched and tingled.

"Mmm.... Puppy," Geetha whispered.

"Don't say that, Miss." He slid his left hand down and put it under her buttocks, then squeezed a handful tightly.

"Ah.... Hey...." she moaned loudly.

He moved back and immediately came up, holding Geetha's head with both hands, moving forward and touching her thighs with his member, looking into her eyes. 

‘Does he even know it's poking me?’

Geetha took a few deeper breaths, sweat on her forehead, breathing with difficulty.

"Miss, are you okay?" Bharat asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Ha..." she gasped. Both of them were breathless and sweating. He stroked Geetha's left cheek with his right thumb.

"Miss, how did it feel?" he asked.

She looked into his eyes shyly and smiled. "It was good."

He lifted Geetha's hips and sat her on the kitchen counter, then leaned over her, savoring the softness of her breasts against his chest, and ceaselessly rained kisses on her neck. Bharat's jeans button poked her waist.

"Aaah.... Puppy, wait a minute," Geetha yelled. As she yelled that, he pulled back.

"What happened, Miss?"

"Your pant button poked me."

"Oh... Miss, shall I take off my pants....?" he said with a smile. He didn't hesitate for a second.

"Ha, take them off..."

Bharat hadn't expected that. He immediately unzipped them. As his erect member, in its full size and shape, became visible from his underwear to Geetha, she gasped loudly, looking only at it. As he took off his pants and put them aside, he hugged Geetha tightly. His member pressed over her panties, and Bharat's movement caused friction against her vertical lips.

"Mmm...." Geetha moaned, puckering her lips.

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "Miss, your boobs feel so soft against my chest." He moved up a little more. His member moved slightly upwards, poking into Geetha's navel, and its base touched an inch above her womanhood. Her clitoris tingled, and Geetha's blood boiled. She also wrapped her arms around Bharat and hugged him.

"Miss, it feels so good."

"Hmmm....yes."

He kissed the back of her neck and licked her sweat.

"Oo..." Geetha sighed. He lifted her neck slightly and sucked her earlobe.

"U..." she moaned. He brought his hands up and from behind, held the edges of her dress, separating them a little wider on her shoulders, put his face in her neck, and licked with his tongue, giving Geetha small shivers.

"Oo.... Can't you stay still for a while?" she pleaded.

"Miss, I like licking your sweat," Bharat said, his voice husky.

"Puppy, what kind of madness is this for you?"

"That's why you call me puppy, right?" He licked under her neck, up to her chin.