Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

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The phone call was a familiar dance. Gauri, her mother, had a way of weaving her concerns into a single, seamless thread.

"When is my nephew coming?" Gauri asked, her voice a low rumble.

Geetha, on the other end, sighed. "He said he'll come for the wedding, we'll see."

There was a pause, a brief moment of silence before the next, equally predictable question. "It's nine o'clock, have you eaten?"

"Yes, I just finished eating before you called."

Gauri’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "You can quit that college job, can't you? Is it really necessary for you to be a teacher?"

"What else would I do if I quit, Mom? It's not good to just sit at home, that's why I'm working." Geetha's patience was beginning to fray at the edges.

"Hmm... I don't know," Gauri mused, a new topic already forming. "Yesterday, Kasturi akka's daughter, Himaja, had a baby. They're coming home tomorrow, I have to go see them."

"Oh really, I'll see after I come home," Geetha said, trying to sound interested.

But Gauri wasn't done. "I'm saying, How long you look at others babies. When will I have my grandchild."

Geetha’s frustration boiled over. "Mom, what's wrong with you? I've already told you."

"That's why I'm telling you to quit the college job, stay here, I'll take care of everything."

"Mom, I won't stay without Gautam. Did you hear me? I call you ten times, and you say this same thing once."

"You don't understand."

"Yes, I don't understand, okay? I'm hanging up."

"Why are you so angry? Okay, fine... stay, I'm talking that."

Geetha’s anger simmered. "Give the phone to Ammu."

Then, a new voice, young and sweet, filled her ear. "Hello Akka..."

"Oh, Ammu..." Geetha's voice softened instantly.

"Akka, I'm coming to your house tomorrow."

"I'm coming home the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, really...?"

"Yes... Deepa's wedding is there."

"My exams are over, tenth grade is finished. I was thinking of coming to Hyderabad, and we'd hang out."

"We'll come together later. Should I tell you something?"

"What is it?"

"I bought you a nice langa voni dress."

"Uff... You bought it without asking me. Who knows what it's like."

Geetha laughed. "What do you mean? Don't I buy good things?"

"Yes... that's it."

"What an attitude."

"Haha... I tell you to take me with you, but you go and buy something yourself. They're all loose on me. What, do you think your size and my size are the same?"

"It's nothing, just get it stitched a little, it'll fit."

"Yes, all the clothes you buy, my time is spent getting them stitched only."

"Stupid girl, the langa voni is nice. Just get the blouse stitched well, however you like."

As she spoke, her gaze drifted to the bedroom window. A familiar, secret smile greeted her from the darkness outside. It was Bharat.

"Okay, but you come first, Akka," Ammu said.

Seeing Bharat's smile, Geetha was startled. She flinched, her body tensing.

Nervously, she spoke into the phone. "Okay Ammu, I'll call you tomorrow, go to sleep."

"Good night Akka."

She hung up, her heart pounding. She went to the window, her voice a soft whisper. "Hey, how did you get in? The gate wasn't open, why didn't you call me?"

"Miss, I called you. It said you were on another call, so I jumped the wall," he said.

Geetha’s hand flew to her head. "Oh my god, what if someone saw you?"

"No one is there, Miss. Open the door, I'll come inside."

"Hmm... come to the kitchen backdoor quietly, I'll open it."

She closed the window, tiptoed to the kitchen, and opened the back door. Bharat slipped inside, a shadow in the night.

"No one saw you, right?"

"No one saw me, Miss. Don't I know that?"

"Okay, let's go inside."

As she turned to step into the hall, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. A sudden heat spread through her body. She placed her hands over his, a slight smile on her lips. He kissed the back of her right shoulder, a soft, warm press of lips.

"Mmm..."

The kiss made her feel ecstatic. "Mmm... Stop," she whispered, a plea that was not a plea at all.

He rubbed his nose below her ear, then kissed her earring, holding it with his lips.

"Mmm... Puppy, stop. Did you eat?"

"Yes, I ate outside," he said, still sucking on her earring.

Her whole body tingled. She tightened her grip on his hands. His right fingers pressed on her navel.

"Aah..."

"Miss, I've been so patient since morning, wanting to be with you like this..."

"Me too," she said, looking back to kiss his chin.

"Miss, let's not think about right or wrong."

She looked into his eyes, her own filled with a dazed desire. "Hmm..."

He brought his left hand up, resting it on her right cheek. "I'll stay here all night, just like this."

"Stay..."

"What about my thirteen kisses?"

"You can give as many as you want, I won't stop you."

He bent her neck forward and passionately kissed her throat. Her eyes closed in a daze, and she leaned her back against his chest.

"Haah..."

He rained kisses on her neck. "Mmm... I'm so attracted, Miss."

"Mmm..." she moaned softly, biting her lip and pulling his head closer.

He gently bit the side of her throat with his lips.

"Sss..."

"Did I do it without asking?"

"It's okay... bite a little more gently."

He stepped back, bent down, and bit the muscle of her neck, next to her blouse strap. She trembled and moaned "Aah..." passionately, swaying.

She immediately turned and held his face, stopping him. They both looked into each other's eyes, a silent conversation of desire passing between them.

"Wait a minute."

"Miss, do you know what happened to me when I talked to you like that today?"

"Hmm... and how did you talk like that? You have no shame at all."

He moved forward, touching his forehead to hers, his lips just before hers. "You have it, isn't that enough?..." he laughed mischievously.

"You were so innocent, how did you become like this?"

"Because of you. I became like this because I'm with you."

"Naughty boy... you've done something to me."

He kissed her on the forehead. She closed her eyes. He stroked her cheeks and laughed. "I didn't do anything, you disturbed me with your beauty."

"Oh, stop your talk now..." she said, smiling fondly.

"If it's not true, then why did you kiss me first?"

"That... that..." Hiding her face, she tried to get away, but he ran after her, grabbing her hand.

"Tell me, Miss, why did you kiss me?"

"Let go, someone will see."

"All the windows are closed, who else will see? Tell me..." he said, pulling her hand. She fell into his arms, a warm, squirming cocoon.

"What happened, you're not talking?"

Her face was red. He bent his head and kissed her hot left cheek. "How can you not talk, Miss?"

"I don't know."

"Should I tell you?"

He gently rubbed her waist, pinching the skin. She flinched.

"Aaah..." she looked up into his eyes.

"Because you like us being like this."

"Mmmm..." she said, biting her lip.

"Don't bite it like that, Miss, something will happen."

"Then what should I do?"

He bent his face toward hers. "Look, I have my lips, bite them."

She closed her eyes in shyness. He kissed her ear. "Or do you want me to bite you?"

"Uh-huh..." she tried to get away, but he held her tighter, increasing the pressure on her waist.

"Mmmm..."

"Then why did I come here?"

"You should know that."

"You told me to come. Why did you tell me to come?"

"You said you would come."

"Is that all?"

"Hmm..."

He took a chocolate out of his pant pocket and showed it to her. In her ear, he whispered, "Unwrap it, Miss."

She took the chocolate and began to unwrap it. He kissed her under her right ear, rubbing his nose and smelling her. "Hmm... Miss..."

She tore the wrapper, leaving cream on her fingers. He kissed her behind her armpit crease. She shook her shoulder, telling him to move. He rested his chin on her shoulder. She tore off a piece and offered it to him. He took it with his mouth, licking the cream off her fingers. As she pulled her fingers away, he bit and held her index finger.
"Iss... Hey, let go."

He eagerly licked and sucked the cream off her finger. Then he took her hand, made her tear off another piece, and brought it to her mouth. She took the piece with her sweet, rosy lips. He smeared the cream on her lower lip, smiling.

"Mmm... dog, why are you smearing it instead of eating it?"

He squeezed her cheeks, pulled her towards him, and said, "Let's eat it together, Miss."

"No, nothing..." she said, and hit his hand.

He tore off another piece, a mischievous smile on his face. She knew what he was about to do. Was he going to give her a chocolate kiss again? Or something new? She had completely surrendered. She was a captive in his arms.

He suddenly turned her towards him. He stroked under her chin with his hand. She flinched, feeling intoxicated. He stroked his finger down, put the piece on her throat, and smeared the cream like sandalwood.

She took a step back, her lotus eyes meeting his mischievous gaze with desire. As he bent to kiss her there, she stopped him, holding his neck.

"Miss..." he said, breathing warmly.

"No, ra..."

"I've smeared it, Miss, it'll be a waste if I don't eat it."

"No, puppy, not like that."

"It'll be good..." he said, and bent forward, kissing the cream.

Geetha froze with desire. He gently pinched her waist and bit her throat, eating the cream. A shiver ran through her, and her nipples became erect. She hugged him tightly. He licked her throat with his tongue. She held back her tingling sensation, gripping his hair.

With her chocolate-filled left hand on his right shoulder, she turned her neck, letting him take the chocolate from her hand with his mouth. He bit off a piece and looked up at her face.

She shook her head, asking what was happening. He thrust his head forward to kiss her lips, but she held his hair, stopping him. His right hand squeezed her waist. She surrendered, giving him her lips. He put the piece into her mouth and kissed her lower lip.
They both began to suck each other's lips, her hands squeezing his hair. Chocolate-filled drool dripped from the corners of her lips. He licked the drool and joined their lips again. She bit his upper lip and began to suck. He thrust his tongue out, tasting her. In another moment, he leaned on her, licking her inner cheeks with his tongue. She stopped his tongue with her lips and sucked it.

As she took a step back, he put his hand under her right buttock, pinched it, and held her steady. She moaned into his mouth with his breath. Her pallu slid down, stopping at her elbow. He let go of her lips and looked into her eyes, dazed. She looked at him eagerly, taking a breath.

"Did you like it?"

"Hmm..."

"Why did you stop me earlier?"

"You do this as soon as you arrive?"

"I can't stop myself when I see you."

She stroked under his ear, pulled him in, and they locked lips at the same time. She bit his upper lip. He looked at her with desire, bent his neck, and kissed her shoulder where her pallu had slipped. A small thrill made her tremble. He slid the blouse strap on her shoulder down and kissed the off-white bra strap.

"Mmm... Do you know how you can be so white and soft? People say 'angel,' you are an angel too, Miss."

"Mmm..." she said, wrapping her arms around his back.

"This beauty deserves a shower of kisses, Miss..." he said, and slid the blouse down further, kissing the crease of her armpit.

She felt overwhelmed, surrendering, biting her lip passionately and moaning "Mmmmm." 

He put his index finger under the bra strap, and as he was about to pull it down, she pinched his neck.

"Uh-huh, no."

"Please."

"No."

"Please, please."

"Uh-huh..."

He slid his hand down and placed it on her left boob. A shiver ran through her. She blinked her eyes slowly. He gently contracted his fingers.

"Aah...."

In her ear, he whispered, "Give it to me, Miss, please..." and gently pinched it again.

"Aaah..." she moaned, flinching, her boob resting on his hand. He left her boob and grabbed the bra strap. She wanted this pleasure. Her erect nipples were craving his lip kisses. 

Too shy, she hid her face in his neck. Her heart beat faster. What had happened in the slight darkness that day, he was now going to see completely in the light.

She rubbed her face, the chocolate on his neck getting on her cheek. She licked the chocolate that was on her lips. He pulled the bra strap down under her shoulder and kissed the crease of her armpit.

Trembling, she whispered, "Puppy..."

"Yes, Miss..." he said, and poked his tongue into the creases of her armpit, tickling her.

"Hah... No."

He wrapped both his arms around her waist, tightening his grip and pressing on the fat next to her spine.

"Aaah..."

He buried his nose in the crease of her armpit. "Mmm... Miss, I have to sniff you, don't I?"

"Ooh..."

He let go of her neck. The saree pallu, along with her hand, fell down. He got up to look at her valley of beauty. Her two juicy mangoes wrapped in the tight blouse, clashing together in the embrace, formed a deep valley. He looked there, his eyes wide with desire. She raised her hand and closed his eyes.

“Don’t see you pervert.”

"Let me see, Miss?"

Shyly and uncomfortably, she said, "Don't look like you're going to bite them..."

"Okay, feed me some chocolate, and I won't look."

She took her hand away, and he closed his eyes, smiling. She took a piece and offered it to him. He bit and held it, and with both hands, he squeezed her waist and pulled her into his arms. She floated and fell into his warm chest.

"Ooh... don't squeeze me like that, ra."

Since the chocolate piece was in his mouth, he couldn't speak, so he nodded his head, bent forward, and went under her neck. She held his hair, stopping him.

"No..."

He shook his head sideways.

"No, puppy, listen to me."

"Uh-huh..." he said, bending down and dropping the piece into her cleavage. It dripped down, wetting everything with chocolate cream and his saliva. He opened his mouth and swam with his tongue in the sweaty stream between her two cheesy mounds. She closed her eyes and ecstatically pressed his face into her beauty.
"Isss..."

He brought one hand up and rested it on her right boob, and with two fingers, he broke the first hook. 

She closed her eyes, surrendering. He undid the second hook as well, took the piece, and colored her cleavage with chocolate with his tongue. 

This was a new experience, a new feeling. Her bust felt heavy, and she couldn't breathe. A daze came over her, and she felt like she was floating, losing the weight in her legs.

He was kissing and licking her cleavage, smearing the chocolate on the sandalwood-colored blouse.

"Mmmm... dog, that's enough."

At that word, he got up. His chin and lips were covered in chocolate. She pulled his head and kissed his lips.

"Mmm... Miss, didn't you like it?"

"You're ruining my blouse... Mmm."

Talking during the kiss, he said, "Mmm... then take it off."

"Iss... No."

"Then I'll smear chocolate all over you."

She paused and playfully hit him on the cheek. He suddenly picked her up from under her buttocks.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'll tell you..." he said, and walked over and made her sit on the dining table. He came between her thighs, his crotch pressing against her thigh. "Just one more piece..." he said, and was about to pull her blouse down further.

She laughed, put the chocolate in a bowl, and pushed it back.

Confused, he asked, "Miss, why did you do that?"

She held his face with both hands and kissed him on the forehead. "What's wrong with you today? Won't you wait until I say something? You're just coming on top of me like this without even asking."

He lowered his head shyly.

With a slight smile, she said, "Puppy, I'll be with you all night, won't I?"

"Miss, I couldn't stop myself."

"I know. Don't be so impatient."

"Ooh..."

She knew what he was craving. Her body was also craving the same thing, her boobs were firm, her nipples tingling, her whole body hot with desire. Even though she didn't want to stop him, she didn't know why she did, only a feeling of anxiety that something was about to happen. He had hoped to fulfill a new fantasy with great anticipation.

He opened his mouth to ask. "Miss, I asked you yesterday, didn't I? I want to see your boobs. That's why I pulled your blouse. I should have asked you. I was impatient."

He hugged her and kissed her on the neck.

"Ah..."

"Nothing can be better than your boobs, Miss..." he said, and placed his palm on her boob under her exposed shoulder and stroked it. His fingerprints, even through the bra, crushed her nipples. "They're so beautiful, soft, and high... they take third place in enhancing your beauty."

She pushed his hand away and laughed. "Third place? Then what are the first two?"

He looked into her eyes with fondness, bent forward, and stopped his lips just before hers.

A deep breath steadied Bharat's voice. "First place goes to your eyes, Miss. In class, whenever you were teaching, I’d turn to look at you and get lost, feeling as though I was under a spell." He gently slid his hand up from her boob, cupping her cheek.

Geetha's heart swelled, and her cheeks flushed like freshly bloomed roses. "So you don't listen to the lessons?" she teased.

He kissed her nose. "That's why I've come for tuition evening, right? Because I wasn't listening in class."

She giggled, a rosy blush coloring her cheeks.

"In class, I only used to look at your eyes, but here, when you were giving me tea…" He slid his hand down again, his finger finding the hollow of her cleavage.

Geetha let out a soft "Mmm…"

"You showed me this and distracted me," Bharat murmured.

"Hey, I didn't show it on purpose," she protested.

"I know, Miss. I can see how shy you are just by looking at your face, but I saw it, right?"

"Hmm…" she conceded.

"That day, I went crazy. How did you get so beautiful, Miss?"

She smiled coyly, hiding her face. "You're just saying that, boy."

"Later, while playing hide-and-seek, I smelled your scent. I held your waist. Do you know how lucky I felt? Even now, Kaushik and Harish in our class stare at your waist when you walk. The boys in our college are crazy about your waist."

As he spoke, Geetha's heart fluttered, and a damp heat formed between her thighs. "Oh, enough of your talk," she whispered.

He kissed her forehead. "I could talk about you like this all day, Miss. No matter how much I say, it's not enough."

The breeze from the fan made a strand of hair flutter by her ear, a bead of sweat dripped, and her face flushed with shyness. Overcome, she stared into Bharat's eyes, completely spellbound.

"Then what's the second thing?" she asked breathlessly.

He gave her a quick, sweet kiss on her rose lips, gently pushing her upper lip up while she sucked on his bottom lip before he let go. "It's this, Miss. I'll never forget the first kiss you gave me."

"You little puppy… How did you get so romantic?" she asked playfully.

"I told you, Miss, when I'm with you, I become like this," he replied.

She offered her lips again, and they kissed deeply, each of them sucking on the other's lips. He leaned in further, thrusting his hips forward between her thighs, pressing her breasts against his chest. His left arm wrapped around her back, and his right hand cradled the back of her head as he eagerly, passionately, sweetly, and hungrily kissed her.

Geetha was completely entranced. She leaned back, her hands resting on the table for support. Bharat continued to suck on her lips, his hips moving, rubbing his manhood against the seam of her thighs.

They broke apart, panting. Geetha looked at him with a lustful fire in her eyes. "How can you bite me like this? My lips will bruise."

"What am I supposed to do, Miss? I love sweets. I've been asking for sweets, and you keep stopping me."

She playfully tapped his head. "That's enough. You're already biting my lips so much. If I give you those, you won't stop."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"You naughty fellow," she said, her voice a whisper.

He buried his face in her neck, kissing her earlobe. Geetha shivered, letting out a sweet "Isss" and a soft moan.

"Hmm… Tell me," he urged.

"Uh-huh…" she murmured.

He pressed his lips against her neck, kissing her passionately.

"Ah… Stop… Mmm…" she gasped.

"Why should I stop? Mmm… You don't want kisses?"

"Ah… Stop it… We have to count, right? Thirteen," she said, her thoughts scattered.

"Okay, you count. Mmm… One." He bit and kissed her neck.

She put her left hand on his head and caressed it. "Isss… What about the ones you gave just now?"

"You didn't tell me to count then, right? Mmm… Two."

"Sss… You puppy," she sighed.

"What, Miss?"

Lost in her scent, his manhood throbbed in his pants. To control himself, he lifted his head and pressed his hips further into her lap. He kissed her cheek, and as he did, he gradually rubbed his manhood up and down against her saree.

"Ash… No…" she protested weakly.

"Three… Mmm… What happened? Why no?"

"Stop… Stop… Please…"

He pulled back and moved to her knees. "What happened?"

"Oh, you puppy. You know everything and still ask."

He pursed his lips, ran his tongue over his cheek, and gave a small, mischievous smile. "What did I do, Miss?"

She looked down at his manhood. It was so excited it looked as if it were about to burst out of his night pants, with the tip peeking out for Geetha to see. 

As soon as she saw it, her body began to tremble. She turned her head away. "Look at you, you're always like this…" she stammered, embarrassed.

Seeing her heaving breasts, he leaned in and kissed the chocolate-stained cleavage. Geetha shivered slightly.

"If I look here, this is what happens, Miss. What can I do?" 

Another kiss.

"Ugh…"

"Miss, give me some chocolate," he requested.

"Why again…?" she asked with a look of surprise.

He slid both hands under her saree pleats and around her waist, squeezing her hips. A wave of desire ran through her body.

"Ish…" she bit her lip.

With his left hand, he grabbed the pleats of her saree in front of her navel and lifted them up. Geetha just stared, unsure whether to stop him or not. He pulled the pleats and let the saree fall over her thighs. One end of it slipped to the floor, and the weight of it pulled the rest halfway down. He removed his left hand from her waist and slid it into her underskirt. 

She shivered at his warm touch. He stroked her creamy thigh and grabbed the inner part of it.

"Hey…" she called out, trembling with discomfort.

He slid his hand further, to the edge of her panties, and rubbed and squeezed her butt with his four fingers. Geetha's lower back jolted. "Isss… You dog…" she cried out passionately.

"Shh… Miss, don't make a sound." After saying that, he buried his face in her tummy and kissed her, right at the level of her chest, just an inch above her belly button. She shivered and grabbed his head with trembling hands.

"Uh-huh… Don't, stop for a bit."

"Uh-huh… Five."

"Six, you're on six."

"Five…" he said, kissing the belly button's edge.

"Amm…"

Her whole body heated up from his warm kisses as if an earthquake had hit, and she panted heavily. He pushed his face into the navel's hollow and kissed her belly button. She dug her fingers into his hair. "Oh, mm," she moaned loudly, intoxicated.

"Six…"

"Mmm…" she swallowed her lips.

He looked up into her eyes. She smiled coyly, stroking his head. "Miss, give me some more chocolate."

"No, don't be naughty."

"Uh-huh, I want it."

She looked back and pulled the bowl closer. Bharat broke off a piece, smeared the cream on his finger, and brought his hand to her waist. Her eyes closed in anticipation. 

The next moment, Bharat's chocolate-smeared finger poked into her sugar well. She bit her lip and floated away.

He swirled his finger around her navel, smearing the cream all over her waist. He stuck out his tongue and went straight into her sugar well like a plow. Tingling sensations rippled in her tummy.

"Hah…" she exhaled heavily.

He licked the little knot of her navel. "Mmmmm…"

He licked the cream again, swirling his tongue inside her navel. A wave of sweetness washed over Geetha's body, reaching her thighs, stirring the honeypot there. 

The warmth made the petals between her thighs wet, and the pleasure hit her forehead.

"Aaaah…" she screamed loudly, the sound echoing in the room.

Bharat was startled. "Why did she scream so loudly?" he thought. He got up and put a hand over Geetha's lips to silence her.

"Miss, shh… Don't scream," he said fearfully.

Geetha's eyes were filled with tears of pleasure. "Oh… Okay…" she said, swallowing her breath.

"Why did you scream like that?"

"Uh-huh… It just came out."

"Hmm… So, do you want a kiss?"

"Huh…"

He immediately knelt, put his face on her waist, and kissed her navel.
"Mmm…"

She put her left hand on the back of his head and pressed down. He stuck out his tongue and poked it into her small navel. "Ahh…"

Unable to bear it, she leaned back on her hands on the table, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. The last hook of her blouse unfastened on its own, and only her bra held up her mangoes, which were now half-visible. They were like small balloons filled with lust, threatening to pop out of her bra.

Seeing this, Bharat kept his tongue pressed and licking her navel. He rode on her body, licked the bra strap, licked her cleavage, licked her throat, came up, and looked into her eyes. Unable to control her passion, Geetha grabbed his head with her left hand and kissed his lips.

Bharat stopped at the small kiss. 

"Where did you see this?"

"I read it in a story, Miss. Is it good?"

"Mmm… You're a crazy dog."


"Yes, and you're like sweet milk fudge."

They locked lips again, making "slurp slurp" sounds, licking each other's mouths. She pulled his head back, biting and releasing his lip. The chocolate saliva created a bridge between their lips.

"The chocolate becomes even sweeter in your mouth, Miss," he murmured.

"For me, it feels… strange."

"Miss, I'm a puppy, right?"

"Hmm…"

He took the chocolate from the bowl and squeezed the whole piece in his fist.

"Hey, if you want to eat it, eat it. If you do that, it'll get ruined," she said.

He smeared a handful of chocolate on his right palm. He put his hand behind her, under her armpit, and slid it inside her blouse, pressing the chocolate onto her white, buttery back. His mark was now on her back with the chocolate.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

He started rubbing his hand, smearing the chocolate on her back. It felt strange to Geetha, and she paused.

"Hey, puppy, what is this? Take your hand out."

He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her raw sweaty aroma. "Uh-huh… Miss, do you know some people have fantasies?"

Bharat's touch made Geetha shiver. He was rubbing her back and kissing her neck, and her body hair was standing on end.

"What kind of fantasies? What does that mean?"

"I'll show you, wait." With his left hand, he grabbed the blouse on her right shoulder and pulled it down. "Miss, take off your blouse. The chocolate will get on it."

"No."

"It'll get ruined, Miss. Take it off."

She hugged Bharat tightly. He smiled to himself and pulled Geetha into his lap, hugging her tightly, smearing chocolate all over her back, waist, and hips. In her ear, he whispered, "Miss, have you ever done this?"

"Uh-huh."

"I read a story the other day where the hero smears chocolate on the heroine's boobs and waist and licks it."

"Mmm…"

"The heroine enjoys it a lot."

"But…"

He brought his hand forward, slid his fingers under her bra cup, and put his hand inside, smearing the chocolate cream on her cheese cake. Geetha shivered.
"Aahh…"

He squeezed her boob softly like a ripe mango.

"Mmmmm…" she bit her lip and moaned with passion.

"Miss, I want to do that," he said.

Geetha's body was ready to surrender to whatever Bharat did. He didn't even need to ask. Geetha loved that Bharat asked for her permission. She got a kind of thrill from not giving in immediately.

"No, you've done enough already, haven't you?" she said.

He slid his left hand down from her shoulder, poked it under her right bra cup, and put his hand inside, covering her other boob as well. 

His warm hard grips rubbing against her erect tingling nipples.

‘Oh, this feels so good. Squeeze them. Please, I can't stop myself.’

Her breasts, full of breath, tingling, and desire, were kissing the lines on Bharat's hands.
"Miss, should I take this off?"

"Take your hands off…"

‘Don't take them off. Squeeze them. Don't listen to me.’

Bharat followed her words, removed his hands from her boobs, and grabbed her waist. His hands, wet with chocolate sweat, created steam on her waist. Suddenly, a hunger surged in her chest. Unable to control herself, she opened her mouth. "Puppy, if you want to do it, do it, but all this is so new to me. Please squeeze me gently dear.”

They both knew they never imagined this. The bond, affection, love, and desires between them were crossing boundaries day by day.

"Miss, I won't do anything you don't like. Anything I do is with your permission, Miss…" he said, standing up straight.

Geetha's face was flushed with blood, and she looked at him with a dreamy, shy, and desirous gaze.

"Then, is it okay if I take off my shirt?"

She lowered her face.

Bharat immediately took off his t-shirt and threw it aside. He hugged Geetha, pressing his warm, burning body against hers. Geetha wrapped both her arms around his back and hugged him tightly. She kissed his neck, and Bharat returned the kiss.

"Miss…"

"Yes…"

"Turn and stand this way."

"No, stay like this for a bit."

"Uh-huh, the chocolate will dry."

"Please, no."

"Just once. You know I'll stop if you ask me to."

"You say that, but you never stop."

"I'll stop if you ask me to."

"When you're doing it, I don't feel like telling you to stop."

"Then what's the problem? You want it, right?"

"You puppy…"

"Mmm…"

"Bharat…"

He pulled back and lifted her chin. "Miss?"

"Kiss me…" Geetha demanded eagerly.

Bharat took a step back, released her hug, and held her shoulders. In a pleading voice, Geetha said, "Come here…" trying to pull his hands. But he turned Geetha's face opposite from him.

She rested both her hands on the table. He slowly kissed the back of her neck. She swayed in a daze, and her blouse fell into her fists. He grabbed it, unfastened it, and threw it aside.
"Miss, I can't see your birthmark."

"Oh…"

He kissed her below her ear. "Do you know what I have to do to see it?"

In that warmth, Geetha couldn't think of anything. She took a deep breath and rubbed her two moist thighs together. "Oh…"

He kissed her spine. She took a silent breath. He pressed his cold tongue on her right shoulder blade, an inch below her armpit, and licked the sweaty, chocolatey cream. 

Geetha felt like she was floating in the air. With a small "slurp," he licked it, and with a contented "umm," he savored the chocolate.

That's when he noticed it, a small mole on her white back, like a tiny beauty mark. He kissed it. "Miss, maybe this mark came naturally to protect your back from the evil eye."

"Oh…"

He licked below the mark.

"Isss…"

"Miss, should I slow down?" he asked with a small smile.

Geetha had no answer. She couldn't think straight. She remained silent. He pressed his tongue to the bottom of her spine, in the middle of her lowerback, and licked the chocolate cream, smearing it on his lips, and came up to her neck.

Small, passionate storms engulfed Geetha, making her feel dizzy. Her thighs were burning, and the vertical lips between them were tingling, her whole body clamoring for more. 

"Miss, so sweet."

Bharat leaned in slightly and poked his manhood between her buttocks, unhesitatingly. 

The touch made her shiver inside, and in response, her secretions increased, making her panties wet. The wetness dripped from her vertical lips, seeped through the lower layers of her panties, and wet her underskirt. Bharat could feel the wetness on his naked manhood.

She put her hand back and grabbed the back of Bharat's head. "Puppy, that's enough."

"Why, Miss?"

"Uh-huh…"

He grabbed her by the waist again, leaned in, put his tongue next to his fingers on her left side, licked the cream from her left shoulder blade, came up, and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Puppy, please stop…" she said, turning her head back.

He pressed his chocolate-stained lips against her sweet, saliva-soaked, rose lips, as if applying lipstick. Geetha melted, pressing her butt against his manhood, craving for that hardness. Her soft butt's pressure gave him pleasure. "Haah," he shuddered into her lips.

Swallowing the moisture from his lips, Geetha asked, "How do you think of doing things like this? Does anyone else do this?"