Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Bharat had just closed the front door and was on his way to the shop after retrieving Geetha's clothes cover. 

Inside, Geetha had already closed the door to Bharat's room, changed out of her clothes, and slipped into the saree she had worn the day before. Unfamiliar with the layout of the house, she cautiously opened the back door, glanced around, and stepped outside.

Behind the house, a low compound wall stood. Half of it was covered by blue corrugated sheets, shielding the area from the rain. Tucked away on the left, beneath the sheets, was the bathroom. The sheets provided a curtain of privacy, obscuring the view of the other houses nearby. Assuming the roof was made of cement, she cautiously entered. The space was surprisingly clean, and the toilet was of the Indian style. Taking a moment to gather herself, she closed the door behind her.

Just then, Bharat arrived, a packet of milk in his hand. He unlocked the main door and came inside. 

Thinking Geetha might be in the back bathroom, he headed for the kitchen. He poured the milk into a vessel and placed it on the stove. Before leaving, he walked to the switchboard next to the bathroom and flipped a switch.

"Bharat, is that you?" Geetha's voice called from inside.

"Yes, Miss," he replied. "I switched on the geyser."

"I'm not taking a bath."

"No, Miss, I'm going to take a bath and leave."

"Okay, okay..."

After Bharat returned to the kitchen, Geetha emerged, adjusting the dbang of her saree. Her gaze fell on a plastic basket on the wall, holding toothbrushes and toothpaste. She took the toothpaste and was about to apply it to a brush when she stopped, examining them.

"Hey, what color is your brush?" she asked, her voice a little louder.

"Green, Miss..." Bharat called back, his attention on the pot, making sure the milk wasn't about to boil over.

A small smile played on Geetha's lips. She put toothpaste on the green brush and, with a shy expression, looked at her reflection in the small mirror before putting the brush in her mouth.

The milk began to boil over, and Bharat quickly turned down the heat. A "Tin Tik" sound from the front room announced a notification on his phone. He turned off the stove and went to check. It was a message from Rohit on Instagram: "Come a little early today." He quickly typed "Okay" and sent the reply.

He put the phone down, went back to the kitchen, and grabbed a towel from his room. As he walked toward the bathroom, he saw Geetha splashing water on her face.

"Miss, I'll take a bath. We can have tea after I'm done."

"Should I make it?"

"You don't know where everything is. Let's see after I come back. Just wait for a bit."

"Okay."

Bharat stepped into the bathroom.

Geetha wiped her face with the end of her saree and came back inside. She looked in the mirror, twisting her hair into a bun with a hairband. She noticed the floor felt dusty under her feet. She thought that since Susheela wasn't home, perhaps no one had cleaned the house. Finding a broom behind the TV room door, she picked it up.

Bharat finished his bath and came out, dripping and wrapped only in a towel. He stopped, confused, as he saw Geetha holding the broom with her saree tucked into her waist. As she bent down to sweep, he strode forward, grabbing her hand to stop her.

"Miss, what are you doing? Give this to me. Why did you take the broom?"

"I was going to sweep the house. Your mother isn't here, right?"

"So, I'm not here? Why are you doing work in our house? Give it to me."

Geetha turned away. "It's okay, I'm here. I don't know if you'll do it properly..." She tried to bend down again.

"No, Miss..." he insisted, trying to take the broom.

"It's nothing..." she said, moving away.

He reached for the broom, leaning on her from behind. She quickly stepped forward. "Hey, I'll do it, you go put on some clothes," she said, continuing to sweep. He grabbed her by both elbows, stopping her completely.

"Hey... it's okay," she said, trying to shake him off.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her like a belt. "No, Miss. This is my house."

"Aunty isn't here, so what should I do just sitting around? This work will be done."

He tightened his arms, and the pressure of his touch made her stop. "Let go."

With a small smile, Bharat replied, "You let go of the broom first."

She turned her neck to look at him. "You help me at my house, right? So what's wrong with me doing a small chore here?"

His eyes narrowed with affection as he rubbed his nose against her ear. "I don't like it. You're my guest. Just sit quietly; I'll do everything for you."

"Don't treat friends like guests," she replied in a husky voice.

He immediately held her shoulders, turned her to face him, took the broom from her hand, and tossed it aside. Bending his head, he looked her in the eyes. "If you want to help so much, do small tasks. Not big ones like this."

As their eyes met, the scent of soap from his bath mixed with her breath, intoxicating her. 

She stood there, taking a deep, slightly trembling breath.

His lips curved into a playful smile as he rubbed his nose against hers. His warm breath touched her upper lip, and she smiled mischievously.

"What kind of small tasks?" she asked.

His fingers moved down her shoulders and took both her wrists, bringing them up to his face. She wrapped her palms around his neck, pulling him closer. He lightly stroked her waist, his fingers softly pressing just at the edge of her saree. A small spark of desire ignited within her.

"One thing..."

"What's one thing?" she asked, trembling.

He tilted his face to the right and kissed her upper lip with his wet lips. Her lips parted in surrender. She wrapped her arms around his wet shoulders, hugging him close. He stroked the hair at the back of her head with his right hand as she gave her lips up to him. He wrapped his left arm around her back, pulling her even closer. Their chests were pressed together, and the drops of water from his body started to dampen her saree.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue playing with hers. She hesitated for a moment, then twined her fingers in his hair and hugged him tightly with her right hand.

He released her, their lips brushing, and a trickle of saliva dripped down his chin. Blushing, she buried her face in his neck.

Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Bharat said, "This is enough, Miss. You don't have to do anything."

"Hmm... you're doing this too..." she said affectionately, scratching his shoulder with her nail.

"Then you do something too..." he whispered, kissing her ear.

Taking a step back, she held his head and looked into his eyes. "You're going to be late."

"Miss, I had a very sweet treat this morning..." he said, rubbing his nose against hers.

"Do you want another sweet?"

"Will you give it?"

"You have to wait until I give it. You're already taking it beforehand."

"What can I do, Miss? I can't wait when the sweet is so tempting." His left hand moved slightly up her waist, and his thumb gently brushed against her boob under her blouse. The touch sent a shiver through her.

"Ss..." she bit her teeth.

"I especially love laddoos..." he said, their bodies' moisture mingling.

Though a part of her wanted to make Bharat's mouth even sweeter right then, and show him her favorite flavors, she didn't want to lose the fun of teasing him. She pushed him away.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Her boobs hit his chest and were pressed against him. "Give it to me, Miss."

"Uh-uh..."

"Okay, then at least give me some 'Pala Kova'?"

She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. Unable to bear the heat in his gaze, she lowered her face.

"Will you give it?" he whispered in her ear.

"What is 'Pala Kova'?" she asked, a shy smile on her lips.

In a dazed voice, he replied, "What, you don't know?"

"What do you mean, I don't know?" she said, feigning innocence, biting her lip.

With his right hand, he kneaded the fold of her milky waist. Geetha let out a sweet cry of "Aah..."


"Will you give it?" he asked, putting his hand in the dbang of her saree at her waist and stroking it.

"A little is enough, right?" she said, twirling her fingers around his neck, trying to suppress her tingling sensation.

"What, won't you give it all? I need to eat it bit by bit, right?"

She hid her face in his chest. "That's enough of your talk. You're making me uncomfortable," she said with trembling lips.

He gave a small kiss on the back of her neck. "Am I really making you uncomfortable?"

"Well... not really, but don't you think talking to me like this is a bit too much?"

"When I'm next to you, these are the only words that come out," he said, kissing her sweaty shoulder.

She curled her fingers, gently pinching his head and shoulder. He inhaled her fragrance, she inhaled his, and both their bodies began to heat up.

He pressed her even tighter. She lifted her heels, bringing their chests together. He bit her neck in the hollow of her collarbone, and a sweet electric current shot through her.
"Hey... stop."

"You stop," he said, biting the skin of her neck again.

Her knees trembling, she said, "Is..."

He pulled her braid back with his left hand. She tilted her neck back, biting her lip and looking into his eyes, provoking him. He bent down in a daze and kissed her throat. She took a deep, passionate breath and softly groaned, "Ha..."

He stroked her waist, his hand moving down. He placed his left hand under her left hip, pressed it, and wrapped her thigh around his waist. His hardening member pressed right below her navel.

"Puppy, stop..."

The days when her words could stop him were long gone. 

He held her under the hip, wrapped her thigh around his, and standing on one leg, rubbed his throbbing member against her waist.

Kissing her in the hollow of her throat and breathing heavily, he mumbled, "Miss... I don't feel like going to the academy today. I want to spend the whole day with you..." His tongue traced the sweat on her neck, and her entire body tingled.

"Aah..."

He bent her back even more, leaning on her. Trying to kiss her heart, he nudged the pallu on her chest aside with his nose. She suddenly pulled his head back. Though she wanted it, she knew it wasn't the right time. She wanted it, but she acted as if it was difficult, shaking her head from side to side.

"So, no?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Not now."

Just then, her foot slipped slightly, and she panicked. He tightened his grip on her waist. In their already breathless embrace, the pressure increased, and the layers of his wet towel and her clothes battled against her womanhood. He couldn't hold back, and his member throbbed once. The motion crumpled the layers of her saree, making her body tremble.
"Aah..."

"You'll fall, Miss."

"Hold me tight."

"I want the 'Pala Kova.' I'll go after I eat it."

"Take it."

"How can I? If I let go, you'll fall."

Smiling shyly, she lifted her other leg and wrapped it around Bharat. He lifted her up. "The puppy has a lot of strength."

"It's not strength, it's love..." he said, pushing back the strands of hair falling on her face.

"Liar...!"

"They say that no matter how heavy something you love is, it doesn't feel difficult to lift, right, Miss?"

"Hmm... yes."

He put his hands under her hips. "Hey... don't put your hands there."

"Then you'll fall..." he said, and started walking toward his room. As he walked, his hard-on rubbed against her thighs. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder.

He was about to set her down next to the bed. As her feet touched the floor, his towel also slipped off. It fell on his stiff, meaty spear. 

Geetha looked down and saw him standing completely naked, with only his rod covered by the towel. A mixture of surprise and shyness, she covered her face with her hands and turned away.

"Put your towel on."

Laughing, Bharat said, "What is it, Miss? Are you playing games with me today? You take it off, and then you tell me to put it on?"

"Hey, when did I take it off?"

"You pulled it with your feet when you were getting down, Miss."

"I didn't pull it; it just fell off on its own."

"No, you pulled it off yourself..." he said teasingly, and from behind, he wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his member press against her hips. Her body shivered, and her mouth opened with a soft "Ha..."

"Miss, turn around."

"First, put on a towel or get dressed," she said, shaking her shoulder.

"I like it like this."

"Tsk... you naughty fellow."

For a few moments, there was no sound from him. She turned her neck to see why. Just then, her body shivered, and with a moan of "Mmmm..." she bit her lower lip. 

The white fatty fold below her spine turned red after his lips released it. Before the air in the room could touch the spot, he covered it tightly with his lips again and bit it. 

Geetha clenched her fists, her knees shook, and her whole body trembled. She screamed, "Aaah..."

The next moment, he let go. She turned around abruptly. He was standing there, holding a towel with one hand to hide his shame. She hit him on the chest without opening her eyes.
"Why did you bite me like that, you stupid?"

"You told me to eat the sweet, Miss."

"Does that mean you bite it?"

Hiding his manhood with the towel in one hand, he held her left cheek with his right. As he stepped forward, she took a breath and looked down. His hard-on was peeking out from inside the towel, trying to look at her. 

He pressed it down with the towel, and with his lips, he touched her lower lip. She was overwhelmed and closed her eyes, dreamily returning the kiss.

He released her lip. "Miss, lie down on the bed."

‘No, what if he removes his hand and I see it!’

Her body was trembling with her inner feelings. She sat on the bed, her legs folded, feeling helpless. He also sat next to her, held her by the shoulders, and gently laid her head down on the pillow. As he took control of her like that and affectionately laid her down, she was delighted by the shyness that overwhelmed her.

Then, he held both of her cheeks in his hands. 

Her heart suddenly throbbed. He let go of the towel. 

That meant if she opened her eyes, that's what she would see. It wasn't that she hadn't seen it before, but a new excitement, hesitation, eagerness, and nervousness were rising within her. 

He breathed warm air on her forehead and kissed it. With both hands, she nervously massaged fingers under his shoulders.

"Miss, look at me."

She pursed her lips, full of desire. She shook her head, sighed no.

He puffed out his cheek with his tongue, looked at her, and kissed her forehead again. "Miss, don't look down; look at me."

Hearing that, her lips curled up with shyness. 

"Look, Miss."

She slowly lifted her eyelids and looked into his eyes. With a mischievous smile, he said, "Now, look there."

"Tsk, go away..." and she pinched his shoulder.

"Hahaha..."

Pulling his knees back, he went down and kissed her throat. In response, she moaned with passion, "Mmm." 

He went down a little more. She wrapped both her hands around his neck, trembling. As he moved his fingers down her cheeks and stroked her neck, he reached down below the marigold flowers and grabbed the cage of rose water. 

An inch below the edge of her blouse, at the beginning of her Pala Kova cloud, he gave a wet kiss. 

The warm kiss sent a chill through her. He gave another kiss there, moved his hands down a little more, and grabbed the pleats of her saree.

He lifted his head and looked at her face. Their gazes met with affection, and his naughtiness met her mischief. As he looked at her and pulled the pleats down, the Kishmish belly button that had been hidden in her pleats was revealed. 

She couldn't contain her excitement, and as she suppressed the heat in her thighs, she rubbed her feet against each other.

As he bent his head, she flinched and closed her eyes. 

The next moment, his burning lips bit into the Kishmish in that Pala Kova sweet waist, and a small storm gradually spread throughout her body. Biting her lips, she groaned with desire, "Mmmmm..."

Suddenly, his presence moved away from her. She opened her eyes to see him, naked, with his back to her. His backside was visible. Immediately, she turned away, shy. He put on his lowers, pants, and T-shirt and turned around. He laughed when he saw her with her face turned away.

Yes, every time Bharat didn't have to ask her; Geetha herself had to pull him into her embrace. She had to seduce him herself. She had to talk to him. She had to show off her beauty. She had to start the kisses. For all of this to happen, a small desire had to be ignited in her and left there. That's what had happened now.

Seeing him half-naked, her desire had grown. When he left her like that, she felt dissatisfied. Rubbing her thighs together, she hoped he would come back to her. She was shy, but she bit her nail, not looking back.

He looked at his face in the mirror, fixed his hair with his fingers, and stepped out of the room. "Miss, let's have some tea. After we drink it, you can drop me off and go home."

Hearing that, she turned around abruptly and looked at him in surprise. Right before her eyes, he went into the kitchen. She silently got up and also went and sat in a chair next to the TV.


As soon as Geetha saw Bharat in the kitchen, her feet moved on their own accord. She got up, grabbed his arm just as he was about to leave, and turned him to face her.

"You said 'kisses,' didn't you?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur.

"We'll meet tonight, right?" he replied, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Hmm... give me some now," she insisted, placing her hands on his shoulders and moving closer.

"You were the one who said it was getting late," he countered, turning his face away toward the stove. "Let it be."

"Hey, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" she pressed, her heart fluttering.

"What am I doing on purpose?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"You want something else, and I said no, so you're upset," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Look at me."

"No, Miss, it's not like that," he responded, but his eyes betrayed a hint of mischief.

She didn't know what to say. Unable to ask directly, she simply stood beside him, her desire for him growing with every passing moment. When he was near, she felt a certain warmth, a sense of fulfillment that she couldn't deny. 

Every mischievous thing he did fueled a sweet longing within her. More desires were sprouting, and the thought of what she had once considered a mistake was slowly changing into a question: "What's wrong with doing it again?"

The kitchen counter here was not as sturdy as the one at her house, so she didn't lean on it but rested her hand on it instead. She looked at him with desire-filled eyes as he made tea and poured it into two glasses.

"I'm used to drinking from a cup," she said, her voice barely audible.

"Oh, right... Sorry, Miss, wait." He took the glass from her and poured the tea into a cup.
She placed the glass on the stove, bent down, put her head on his shoulder, and said, "Sorry, you shouldn't talk like that."

"Then how should I talk?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Don't you know?" she asked with a pout.

He puckered his lips and said, "I don't know."

She smiled and pinched his shoulder, making his hand tremble, and he got scared.

"Hey, it'll spill," he said, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and amusement.

"Let it spill," she said with a laugh. "It'll just fall on you, right?"

"Oh, really..." he said with a laugh, put the cup down, and tickled her waist.

She laughed and swayed, "Ah... ah... stop!"

"But when I said it would spill, you said let it spill," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Won't hot tea burn you?"

"Sorry..." she said, took the cup, and without looking at him, went to the TV and sat in a chair.

He also came and sat on another chair next to her. He was drinking his tea, and she was just looking at him. Sipping the tea, they both laughed with their eyes, and a little while passed like that.

After finishing his tea, he went to her to take the cup she had drunk from, leaned forward, and looked into her eyes. Just as she thought he would take the cup, he suddenly put his face close to hers. She shook her head slightly, "What is it?"

"Was the tea good?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Hmm... you put a little less sugar," she replied, her heart pounding in her chest.

Just as she finished speaking, he joined his lips with hers. Their hot lips intertwined, and she grabbed his head with longing and pulled him closer. He put both hands on the handles of the chair and leaned over her. She held his head tightly and began to suck on his lips.

"Hmm... tonight, I'll make it with absolutely no sugar," he whispered, pulling back slightly.

Without speaking, she tied their lips together again. He opened his mouth and began to suck on her lips like a pair of lovebirds.

"Slurp slurp," a small sound echoed around their lips.

"I'm okay with it," she said, her voice a little breathless.

"But you said it was too much?" he teased.

"It doesn't seem that excessive now, dear," she said, her eyes twinkling.

He grabbed her upper lip and pulled it. "Hmm... slowly," she said, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"First, I have to bite these off, Miss," he said, his voice a low growl.

"Then what are you doing now?" she asked, lifting her neck to kiss him, but he stopped her.

"Didn't I tell you not to stop me?" she asked, a hint of frustration in her voice.

"It's getting late, Miss. Let's go."

Geetha understood that he was doing this on purpose. He wanted things to happen like the other day. That's why he had asked her to come to his place. Since that couldn't happen now, he was telling her in this way that he wanted her to give in tonight.

"Okay..." she said, a sigh escaping her lips.

Hours passed.

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Bharat was playing PUBG. As soon as he landed in Georgopol, someone killed him with an Uzi.

"Damn it..." he shouted in frustration, lifted his neck, and looked at the wall clock. The big hand was past the eight, and the little hand was past the three.

He exited the game and messaged Geetha, "Miss, are you coming?"

He looked around for a while, and when there was no reply, he opened PUBG and started another match.

"Hey, Kaushik, let's go on the attack," he said into his headset.

"Wait, dude, let them get their buggy out first," Vikas replied.

"Nah, it's fine..."

They played like that, and the three of them went into a room. A single person attacked and killed all three of them.

"Oh, you little brat, you idiot, I told you not to, but you said 'rush.' He killed us," Vikas shouted in frustration.

"You idiot, you went directly inside and died first," Bharat retorted, annoyed. "What kind of game do you guys play?"

"Alright, let's play another match," Kaushik said, trying to diffuse the tension.

Bharat started another match and checked the time on his phone; it was past nine. There was no reply from Geetha. He kept playing. He checked the time again; it was past nine forty. The game was over. He called Geetha, but she didn't pick up. He got annoyed. He put the phone down, walked outside, and paced in front of the house.

Ten.

Ten thirty.

Eleven.

Eleven twenty.

A phone notification came. He thought it was Geetha and checked, but it was Chandana. 

"What are you doing?" Annoyed, he didn't reply to her.

Eleven forty.

Twelve.

Phone notification. He thought it must be Chandana again and didn't look. He closed the house doors, went straight into his room, turned on the fan, fell onto the bed, and closed his eyes.

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To be continued……..