Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geetha felt the warmth of Bharath's breath against her neck, the scent of her own sweat mingling with the intoxicating musk of his skin. It was a potent combination that made her senses swim. " I don’t care, anyone does this miss. Your smell, your soft skin, your sweet lips, your beautiful smile, your alluring eyes-all of these drive me crazy," he murmured against her skin. "When I am like this with you, I don't know what I am doing in my madness, that's all."


A new kind of longing had taken root in Gita's heart, one that thrived in the secret world she had built with Bharat. With him, the familiar emptiness of her life was forgotten, replaced by a thrilling, chaotic pleasure. Her mind, a distant alarm, warned her against these games, but her body, emboldened by age and a sense of forbidden freedom, assured her that the boundaries were hers to stretch.

Bharat’s actions and words were a heady elixir. As he kissed and licked her back, she drifted into a daze, her body moving of its own accord, hips grinding against his erection. 

When he squeezed her love handle, a jolt of fire shot through her. The head of his hardness, a silent tremor against the fabric of her panties, sent an earthquake to the threshold of her wet core.

A moan escaped her lips, and she instinctively parted her thighs, rubbing lower folds of her vertical lips against the length of him. 

Leaning over her, he squeezed her waist and breathed heavily into her neck. "Miss, your skirt is getting wet."

"Mmm… Is it…" Geetha replied, her voice a soft, breathless sound.

"Should I take your skirt off?" he asked. The thought sent a thrill of panic and desire through her. 

The skirt, the panties, the final thin vulnerable barriers…

"How? I'm facing this way. It's difficult," she said, clinging to a semblance of control.

"Turn this way, I'll take it off," he coaxed, his voice low and persuasive.

"No, please."

"Miss, this isn't the first time. It's okay, turn around," he said, gently but firmly turning her to face him. He immediately untied her skirt, and it fell to her thighs. With surprising ease, he lifted her and sat her on the table. The skirt fell to the floor.

Her breasts, full and swollen, spilled from her bra. He bent down and buried his face in her cleavage. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as she grabbed his head, pressing him  her bubbly curves contacting his cheeks, exchanged heat on to his face. He opened his mouth and licked the valley between her boobs.

"Aaah..." she moaned, her voice a gasp of pleasure.

"Miss, the chocolate is gone," he said playfully.

"Mmm…"

He ran his hands over her warm, pale waist and squeezed her buttocks, which felt as soft as cotton pillows. A soft cry of pleasure escaped her. He moved his tongue from the base of her cleavage, licking a trail of sweat and saliva up her sternum to her neck.

"Mmm..." she moaned again, spreading her thighs and pulling him toward her, desperate to feel his hardness against her velvet core.

Stepping back, he explained he couldn't reach her that way and returned to kissing her boobs. She bit her lip and massaged his scalp with her fingers, her body on fire. She tried to bend to reach his erection, but his kisses made it impossible.

"Miss, your boobs don't need chocolate. They're sweet on their own," he said, showering her chest with cool, wet kisses.

Trembling with lust, she squeezed his head against her breast with her left hand, and with her right index finger, tried to slip it inside her panties from the waistband. Her elbow bumped into his midsection, and he stopped, looking at her with a knowing gaze. Geetha’s eyes widened, looking drained and dazed.

He kissed her left cheek, and they looked deeply into each other’s eyes, their breaths in unison, a silent conversation passing between them. 

The house was silent, and a sense of shameless freedom hung in the air.

"Miss," he said softly, a tender look in his eyes.

Hiding her face, she replied, "Mmm…"

"Miss, can I do it?" he asked.

Her heart bounced. She didn't answer. 

He asked again. 

Still, silence.

He slid his right hand down her side, moving toward her navel. As he was about to go further, she stopped his hand, trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear. He lifted her chin and kissed her deeply, then moved his lips down her neck and further to her belly. He kissed and licked her navel.
"Ss…"

He kissed the skin below her navel. She stared, detached from the reality of it all. He kissed the edges of her panties, then pressed his lips directly onto her clitoris over the drenched fabric. 

An electric storm of waves caused her entire body to shiver.

"Aaaah!" she groaned, a primal scream of lust tearing from her throat before she bit her lip to silence it. He gripped her waist.

"Mmm… Miss, this is honey," he murmured.

She clenched her fists on the edge of the table. "No, please stop."

He licked her panties vertically with his tongue, a sensation that made her vertical lips tingle. A new moan escaped her lips.

He held her thighs, and his fingers slowly moved between them. "No, no… Bharat… no."

Her mind thundered with panic. What if he pushed her panties aside? What would happen to her honeycomb?

"Bharat, let go."

He was lost to her pleas, her scent and the fragrance of her juices clouding his mind. He licked her panties again.

"Ah, fuck… get off me!" she cried, pushing his head away. She tried to get down and escape, but he grabbed her hand.

"Miss…"

"I need to take a shower. You put chocolate all over me."

"You put it on me, too. I'm coming with you."

She shook off his hand and ran, leaving two drops of her juices on the floor. Bharat, chasing after her, pulled off his pants and became naked.

"Miss, don't turn on the shower. Wait. I'll lick the rest of the chocolate off…"

"You dog… you promised thirteen kisses and you've been giving me ten thousand all night. Go away, you crazy boy…"

As she tried to close the door, he blocked it.

"Not you, please," she said hesitantly.

"No… I'm coming in."

"You have to listen to your teacher."

"Who's the teacher? We're friends, aren't we?"

Struggling with the door, she said, "I'll kill you…"

"I'll die from your kisses."

"Oh, please, no…"

"I'll only let you go after ten kisses."

"They're already over, what else? No cheating."

He won the struggle, stepping inside and closing the door.