Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geetha slowly let go of the idea of sending Bharath home, opting to see if he would bring it up first. 

He glanced her way. Geetha sat with her legs folded, her black bra peeking out, a blush on her face as she shyly bowed her head, her gaze fixed on Bharat's pants.

"Miss, how is it?" Bharat asked.

"Come closer…" Geetha murmured distractedly.

He shifted a bit closer.

"Did you like the painting, Miss?" Bharat inquired.

Geetha flinched. "Ah!... The painting?" she stammered.

"Yes, Miss, the painting, how is it, did you like it?" Bharat pressed.

A sudden flush spread across Geetha’s face. 

‘Oh no… I must send him home first, otherwise…’

"No, I didn't see it," she replied.

"Why, Miss?" Bharat asked.

She covered her face with her hands, a picture of shyness. "If you draw like that, how can I see it?"

He chuckled, taking her hands and gently trying to pull them away, but she resisted. "Miss, come and see."

"Oh no, I can't," she insisted.

"What’s the problem, Miss, in looking at your own painting? Come." He rose, took Geetha's hand, and led her. 

Geetha walked alongside him, one hand still shyly covering her face.

He positioned Geetha in front of the easel, standing behind her, and gently removed her hand from her face. Geetha's eyes were tightly shut in shyness.

"Hey, look, Miss."

Shaking off her shyness, she slowly lifted her eyelids. Her pupils widened as she saw herself depicted on the canvas. 

A secret joy bloomed within her at how beautifully Bharat had captured her. 

The memory of how she had arched her back, offering her curves to him, enveloped her in overwhelming shyness, and beneath it, a deep-seated desire began to course through her veins.

Bharat leaned sensuously against Geetha, his nose brushing her neck as he inhaled. His warm breath touched her sweaty skin, and her lips began to tremble.

"Miss…" he whispered sensuously.

"Hmm…" she nodded, a tremor running through her.

He touched her right waist, stretching his right hand forward, and poked his index finger precisely at the painted line where Geetha's buttocks met, just below her waist. 

‘Why is he like this today?’

Moving his finger down, tracing the curve of her left buttock, Bharat murmured, "Look, Miss, how sexy your ass."

Geetha shivered again, her shoulders nestling into Bharat's arms. Turning her face to the left, she chided playfully, "Hey, naughty fellow, don't show it like that."

"Hmm, okay, Miss." He lowered his hand and touched her exactly under her lower calves. 

She trembled with desire. 

He gently drew three fingers over her milky skin, moving them upwards. Geetha felt goosebumps erupt, and she swayed.

"Mmmmm…"

As he drew on her inner right thigh, his finger brushed the edge of her panty at the junction of her legs. 

‘No, no, don't, please.’

Touching and drawing on her delicate skin at the edge of her panty, he once again drew his index finger like a bird's feather upwards in the middle of her panty.

Electricity coursed through Geetha's entire body. She froze, unsure how to react, as if immobilized by a sudden chill. 

‘Is he doing this knowingly or unknowingly?’

Her heart pounded faster. She subtly shifted, adjusting herself within Bharat's embrace.

In her ear, Bharat whispered, "Miss, did you like it?"

"Yes… you drew it very well."

"That's not it, Miss?"

"Then?"

He brought his left hand forward and covered her navel with his palm. "Ahh…" Geetha gasped.

"Miss, did you like being like this?" Bharat asked.

"Hmm…"

He stepped forward with his right leg, his hard, erect masculinity pressing against Geetha's soft right buttock. Geetha's fingers trembled and squirmed. He hugged her tightly, leaning over her, resting his head on her shoulder. Geetha was a willing captive in his embrace. 

‘I want to stay like this all night.’

‘No, no, ugh.’

"Ahh… Miss, should I move back?" Bharat whispered.

"No…" she said, biting her tongue.

He slid his right hand up between her breasts, brought it up, and held Geetha's chin with two fingers. He gently turned her neck back. Their eyes met, sharing each other’s breath.

"Miss, you are very beautiful," Bharat murmured.

"You've said that many times."

"Every time I see your lips, I feel like kissing them."

"Even now?…" she asked, her gaze lingering on Bharat's lips.

Bharat looked at her lips, drawing her even closer. 

‘I can't stop now.’

Geetha, unable to control herself, raised up impulsively to kiss him. 

Bharat quickly pulled his neck back. 

Geetha, in turn, pulled his head back by holding his hair with her left hand.

"Miss, not like this."

"However you want," Geetha said, her voice husky.

"Really?…" he said, kissing Geetha's cheek.

Geetha happily hummed "Hmm" in agreement.

Bharat bent his neck and kissed her lips. Geetha eagerly offered hers in return. 

He held her right shoulder with his right hand, stroking Geetha's chin with his thumb, and began to kiss her upper lip. Bharat's left hand slipped inside her shirt and warmly covered her cool navel.

Geetha, unable to control her mounting desire, poked her tongue into his mouth and gently sucked his lower lip.

"Mmm… Miss, I'll give you as many kisses as you want, just say you want them."

Geetha's mind was clouded with intoxication. Her body burned with desire. Her entire being tingled, craving the pleasure Bharat was offering. "I want it."

He continued kissing her face. "Miss… Mmm… Anywhere?…" He gently bit her neck.

"Iss… Anywhere, meaning?"

"Look there…" he said, gesturing towards the painting. Geetha followed his gaze. 

He moved his hand from her waist, intending to show her something, but Geetha held Bharat's hand with her right hand and placed it back on her navel. He drew on her belly button with his index finger. Geetha swayed happily.

"Aaah…"

"Miss, shouldn't I show you?" Bharat asked.

"Uh-huh…"

He kissed her neck and quickly knelt down. 

‘What is he doing?’

He lifted Geetha's shirt, revealing her buttocks.

"Bharat…" Geetha questioned, her voice soft.

Bharat, however, ignored her, moving the edge of Geetha's right buttock panty into the crease of her buttocks, and bit her soft, milky, rasmalai butt from below with his lips. 

Geetha's body felt light. He licked the spot with his tongue.

"Ahh, dog, no!" she gasped.

He got up, and Geetha turned to face him. She took Bharat's face in her hands. "Don't do that."

"Miss, tell me you don't like it, I won't do it again."

Geetha remained silent.

"What happened, Miss, tell me."

Geetha had no answer. She hugged him, hiding her face under Bharat's neck, overwhelmed by shyness. " It's not that I don't like it ra, but if you do things like this, I want more.”

He stroked her cheek and lifted her face. Their eyes met, and Bharat kissed her lips again. 

In the fervor of their kisses, Geetha hugged him tightly, pressing her soft breasts against Bharat's chest. They were both deeply immersed in the embrace. Unable to bear the intensity, Geetha suddenly lifted her legs off the ground, wrapping them around Bharat's waist. Astonished, he instinctively lowered his hands, placing them under Geetha's buttocks to support her weight, as she began to suck his lips passionately.

He stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed. As she gradually settled onto his thighs, Bharat's burning erection rubbed precisely against her intimate folds.

"Ash…" she moaned into his mouth, continuing to kiss him.

He held Geetha on his lap, cupped her cheeks with his palms, and they both kissed each other with unbridled desire. He poked his tongue upwards, tickling her upper gums, and sucked her upper lip.

Geetha paused the kiss. She ran her fingers through Bharat's hair on his forehead, pushing it back. "Just for a moment, okay? Your mom might call if it gets late."

"Yes, Miss." He held Geetha's waist and kissed her neck. As his warm lips touched her neck, she swayed with passion. She held the hair at the back of his head, bent his head, and put her mouth back in his. Bharat kissed her, pressing both sides of her waist with his fingers.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned. "Gautam never kissed me like this, ra."

Good Geetha: Why is that important to him now?

He tickled her waist with his fingers, making her laugh. Geetha couldn't stop, swaying with laughter. "Hah… Stop." In the process, Geetha's fourth button came undone by itself. As he laughed, he kissed her neck, moving downwards, and kissed the cleavage that her bra didn't hide.

"Mmm… Puppy."

He continued to kiss her, burying his nose between her boobs. She pressed Bharat's head between her beautiful mounds, experiencing a surge of pleasure. Bharat opened his mouth and kissed the cool sweat in the valley of her milky hills.

"Ss…"

She pulled her head back and stopped. "You can take off your shirt, Miss…" he said, winking mischievously.

"Hey…" she said, gently pinching his shoulder with a playful laugh.

"If you want, I'll take off my T-shirt too."

She affectionately kissed Bharat's forehead. "Enough, puppy."

"Uh-huh… I want it."

"What do you want?"

"Miss, not the shirt."

"Why?"

"Miss, what I like is not visible now."

Geetha held her shirt and lifted it up, trying to show Bharat her navel, but since she was sitting on his thighs, he couldn't see it. "Can't see it," he said.

"Move back and sit."

"Uh-huh, I want to stay like this."

"Then you won't see it." She pouted playfully and let her shirt fall down.

Bharat, captivated by Geetha's cute expression, stared without blinking. Geetha tilted her head, looking at him as if to say, "What?"

"Miss, why did you become a teacher? You should have done some modeling."

Geetha was surprised, her heart swelling with pride, oxytocin flooding her system. Her cheeks shining red like hibiscus flowers as she looked at Bharat ecstatically.

"Miss, cover your face with your hands, your cheeks are red."

Astonished and delighted, she immediately covered her face with her hands.

"Haha…" Bharat chuckled.

"Enough, you're still laughing. I'm not that much of a model."

Bharat pulled her hands down, removing the obstruction, brought his face close to Geetha's, and looked at her lips. "Miss, I want to see your beauty."

"What?"

He poked her heart with his right index finger.

"Hey, naughty fellow, no…" Geetha giggled.

"That's why I'm asking you to take off your shirt, Miss." Geetha moved shyly on his knees, swaying back and forth. "Uh-huh…"

"Please, Miss…"

"If you see, you won't stop."

"What will I do?"

"You'll kiss me?"

"Yes, you like that."
"Hmm…" (nodding vertically, biting her lip, then shaking her head horizontally shyly) "Uh-huh."

"Hahaha…" Bharat covered his eyes with his right hand.

"Bad boy, you've been looking there all this time."

With a playful smile on his face, Bharat replied, "You're the one who unbuttoned one."

"Do you like it that much?"

"Very much."

Bharat felt Geetha's body slightly bending back. He stopped laughing and became silent. 

Geetha got up and sat beside him. Bharat looked at Geetha, startled, wondering if he had rushed anything. She sat nervously, rubbing her hands together.

"What happened, Miss?"

"I'm shy, ra."

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

"Hmm."

"Miss, if you're hesitant, tell me, I'll take off the shirt myself."

Geetha remained silent without answering. 

Assuming it was an agreement, he touched the button below her cleavage. Geetha gave a small jolt of excitement. He unbuttoned one, and she said nothing. The middle strap of her black bra became visible. Seeing that, hope surged in Bharat. He unbuttoned the button below her navel. The white skin of her waist below her breasts became visible. He unbuttoned another button. Her navel appeared.

Geetha trembled, clutching the bedsheet in her hand, watching Bharat's hand. He unbuttoned the last button too. Her shirt opened on both sides. Geetha looked down and let her shirt slide off her shoulders.

In the thin black lace bra, her cleavage hidden behind her mangalsutra, her cheesy boobs were bound, swelling as if wanting to come out. Her milky white waist, cloudy soft navel, and the sweet well in its center, and below that her panty, appeared in a V-shape because Geetha's thighs were folded. 



She looked between Bharat's thighs, where he was swollen and throbbing. She bit her lip and looked away.

Bharat was lost in ecstasy, feasting his eyes on the beauty in front of him. "You are an angel, Miss."

Geetha's body was burning with passion. Her beautiful breasts swelled with the speed of her breathing. Bharat's gaze was fixed there, and her nipples hardened, causing a tingling sensation.

Bharat moved a little closer. Her heart pounded faster. He moved another inch closer. 

Immediately, she held Bharat's right hand with both her hands. Bharat silently released the strength in his hand. Geetha looked up as she lifted his hand. She looked at him strangely. 

Bharat didn't understand that look. 

Slowly, she brought his hand up and warmly covered her left boob with Bharat's right palm.

Strength flowed into Bharat's hand, and he moved his fingers, slightly clenching all five for a tenth of a second to measure the softness of her bubbly mound. 

That was all. Geetha felt her heart crushed. She closed her eyes tightly, swallowing her lips, and moaned loudly, "Mmmmm." Bharat pulled his hand back.

Geetha moved away and sat with a slightly sad expression. 

Noticing that, Bharat put both his legs on the bed, leaned over Geetha, lifted her face, and looked into her eyes.

"Miss, why are you like that?"

"Nothing…" she said, holding his shoulders and taking him into her embrace. 

Bharat rested his face on her boobs and wrapped his arms around her back. He pushed her mangalsutra with his nose and kissed her heart. He moved his lips upwards. Geetha was floating in pleasure. He kissed her collarbone.

"Ss…"

Touching her neck, his lips sought their pair and met hers. He eagerly took her lower lip and bit it. She also passionately intertwined his upper lip and pulled it.

"Miss, you can always be like this with me," Bharat whispered.

"Hmm… I want to be."

"I will kiss you more."

"Kiss me ra…"

"Miss, you're happy when I kiss you, right?…" He bit her neck.

"Ahh… Yes ra."

He kissed her below her neck. "Miss, let's be like this whenever we meet."

"Yes."

He held her waist with his left hand and kneaded it lovingly. He rubbed his nose on her breasts.

"Ahh…" Geetha sighed.

"Your smell, your boobs, you are an angel, Miss."

"Mmm…"

Kissing her inch by inch downwards, he touched the strap of Geetha's right boob with his finger and kissed her breast at its height. 

Geetha flinched, startled. 

‘No, he won't do that. 

What if he does?’

Again, he moved the obstructing mangalsutra behind her shoulders, and Bharat's fingers pulled the right side of her bra strap downwards. Her beautiful red, erect cherry-like nipple on the cheesy cake came out. 

Bharat could hear Geetha's heart beating fast. 

That increased his excitement, and he licked the mole like sweet pearl.

“Uh”

Kissing her breast, he opened his mouth in a split second and licked her areola.

The nerves there tingled, and Geetha trembled. "Mmmmm… Bh…" Moaning softly, she held Bharat's head and pressed it against her boob. 

That was a clear signal to Bharat. He squeezed her breast from below with his left hand, and poked his tongue on her nipple, kissing it.

A storm erupted in Geetha, and waves reached between her thighs, creating a flow there. 

"Ahh… Dog…" 

He covered her nipple with his mouth and licked it.

"Iss…" Geetha gasped. 

‘Is it ever this good?’

She swayed and pushed her nipple into Bharat's mouth. Bharat began to suck it with his lips.

 Geetha swallowed her lips, holding back her passion, and experienced immense pleasure. 

Bharat's unrestrained lust made his organ hard. It poked her left thigh. He moved his tongue around her nipple, playing with it, and sucked her erect cherry.

"Ash… Bharat, where did you see this, dear?"

"Hmm, Miss."

"Ahh… M."

He swallowed her entirety of boob with his mouth and licked it.

"Aaah… Mmm…"

Geetha couldn't bear it and lowered her hand, grabbing his erect rod and squeezing it. 

That made him tremble, and he bit her boob passionately, touching it with his teeth. 

Geetha felt a small pain all at once. She held Bharat's hair with her left fingers and pulled his head back.

"Mmmm… Miss, your nipple is sweet." He pushed his face forward again and began to kiss her nipple.

"Uff… Puppy, enough…" she said, stroking his rod with her index finger as if to measure it.

Kissing, Bharat asked, "Miss, do you want to hold it?"

"I don't know, Bharat."

He kissed her cleavage. "Your wish, Miss."