Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Bharath lay on his bed, the familiar buzz of Instagram reels a faint backdrop to the whirlwind in his mind. The bathroom door had closed just fifteen minutes ago, but the echoes of what had transpired lingered, replaying in vivid, intoxicating detail. 

He regained the images, himself lifting his teacher, Geetha, holding her close, their bodies a contradiction of cold water and radiating heat. He tasted the memory of her lips, felt the fantasy of his hands on her skin. It all felt so real, a dream he was now reliving on his bed while she was still in the bath.

A new thought took hold, a mischievous one. She hadn't taken a towel with her, a small detail that presented a tantalizing opportunity. He would have to hand her one, of course. But what if he didn't? How long could she stay in there, waiting?

His mind spiraled, leaping from one anxiety to the next. He recalled a phone call where he'd asked her to show him something, and her shy promise to tell him later. 

He'd stopped, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but now he wished he hadn't. 

Time was running out. Geetha was leaving for her village in two days, a week-long absence that would coincide with his tournament. 

After that, he'd be consumed by college work, and then a trip to Canada. By the time he returned, college would have started, and Geetha would be at teacher work. A distance would grow between them, a chasm that felt insurmountable. He was sure of it; she would drift away.

He sat up abruptly, the dread a physical weight in his chest.

‘Yes, Geetha will never be mine. 

I'm just her 'puppy' for a little while longer.’

The distance would breed indifference, their desires fading into a platonic friendship. The thought was unbearable, a deep ache for something he couldn't name, a craving that gnawed at his insides.

Just then, the sound of the bathroom door opening broke through his thoughts. He turned his head instantly. 

Geetha peeked out, her body hidden, and called his name in a voice that was both playful and sweet. "Puppy..." she said, her cheeks flushed.

He took in the sight of her—her wet hair, her rosy lips, her glowing skin. "Yes, Miss?" he replied, the formality a thin veil over the desire he felt. 

He wanted those eyes, those lips, that shyness. Most of all, he wanted the wish he'd made that morning to come true, and he was confident she would agree. He just had to find a way to ask without making her uncomfortable.

"There's a white towel on the left shelf. Can you get it for me?"

Bharath got out of bed, and as he stood, a blush deepened on Geetha's face. She had caught sight of the bulge in his shorts, a tell-tale sign that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Okay," he said, and turned to the shelf. He parted the curtain, his fingers finding a soft, white cotton towel. He imagined the way it would look against her fair, sculpted body. When he looked back at her, her eyes were shyly lowered.

A mischievous smile spread across his face. He walked toward her, holding the towel out. 

As her trembling hand reached for it, he pulled his own hand back. 

Geetha’s confusion was a victory. This was a game he wanted to play. He held the towel behind his back and smiled.

"Hey, give it to me..." she said, her voice a mixture of playfulness and impatience.

"I'll give it to you if you give me a kiss."

"I'll hit you if you play games. Give it to me," she countered, a hint of anger in her tone.

He moved closer. "It's just one kiss, isn't it?"

Geetha hesitated. To give him a kiss, she would have to step out of the bathroom, revealing her nude beauty, adorned only with droplets of water.


‘No, is he doing this on purpose?’ a voice in her head wondered, but her trust in him was absolute. ‘He wouldn't do that.’

Bharath’s thoughts were a chaotic jumble of desire and planning. 

‘Miss, this is wrong, but I don't know how to ask you.’

This time, he had a plan. He lowered his gaze, bending his shoulder as if to look at her thighs. 

Geetha's heart pounded. Suspicion flared, but it was quickly overshadowed by his next move.

He stepped closer, buried his left hand in her damp hair, grabbed her neck, and pulled her face toward his. "I'll only give it to you if you give me a kiss, Miss."

The thrill of his breath on her skin was electrifying. She wondered where this newfound courage came from, knowing it was her own affection that had given him the confidence. 

His lips were so close. She leaned forward to kiss him, with a trembling foot.

Geetha was stunned. 

He was determined, and she knew she would have to step out, to cross the line he had drawn.

"Miss, do you remember what I asked this morning?" he spread his warm words into tense air between them.

He had finally asked. 

Geetha was shocked, hiding her face behind the door. 

He took a step forward, rubbed his cheek on her shoulder, and kissed her earlobe, breathing in her fresh scent. "Miss..." he said, his lips tracing the curve of her neck.

She trembled slightly. 

‘No, Bharath, what are you doing? 

This is wrong.’

He slowly moved his hand down, caressing the curve of her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and kneading it. Geetha let out a soft sound. "Sss..."

"Miss..."

She stammered, flustered. "Uh..."

He slid his fingers down her hips, drawing them toward her inner thigh. His fingertips brushed against the hair there. He tightened his grip on her neck, holding her earlobe with his lips. "Miss..." he said, his voice trailing off. His index finger instinctively extended, unknowingly touching lotus petal rims.

A jolt shot through her. She twisted away, pushing him back and slamming the door shut. 

She had always believed there was a line she wouldn't cross with Bharath, but now that he was asking for something he shouldn't, she didn't know how to refuse. It was natural for him to be attracted to her, and she knew her own familiarity had led to this. But could she really give in to this desire? What would she say if Gautham asked her what had happened? Had she already prepared to cross the line?

The thought that he had been so shy to ask, yet had gathered so much courage, meant he believed she would agree. Hadn't she given him that confidence?

A knock on the door broke her reverie. 

Her cool body was suddenly slick with anxiety. 

She hadn't locked the door. 

Bharath pushed it open slightly, holding the towel inside. 

She took it with her right hand, and he pulled his hand back. She quickly wrapped herself in it and opened the door.



He instantly pulled her into a hug, held her face, and showered her with kisses. "Forgive me. I know you don't like this, but..."

Their six-month acquaintance flashed before them, a rapid montage of shared moments: his initial glances, his hand on her waist, her playful teasing, his heartfelt praise, their hugs, the secret aroma of hide and seek, her warm embraces at the waterfalls, the kisses on her neck and lips, their fun at the lake, the stolen kisses in the kitchen. She thought about how she was doing all these things with Bharath that she should have done with her husband, driven by an affection that was difficult to deny. He remembered how he had fallen for his teacher, his attraction growing into a consuming desire.

Geetha’s eyes were lowered, her face sad and silent. He brushed her wet hair away from her face and kissed her lips. Lost in the moment, she lifted her hands, held his head, and surrendered to the kiss. The towel slipped and fell. He held her delicate shoulders, savoring her lips, then let go and bit her on the neck.

"Mmm... close your eyes," she whispered commanding.

He lifted his head. "I can't see anything, anyway...,” countered looking deeply I to her eyes.

"You're becoming a big boy now... You've gotten too brave."

"Miss, it's okay. I'll never make you uncomfortable. You can close the door."

"Close your eyes," she insisted.

"Why?"

A battle raged within her. 

‘No, this is wrong.’ the sensible part of her said. 

But another voice, a more primal one, whispered, ‘Nothing will happen if he close his eyes.’ 


With a shy smile, "I'll tell you if you close your eyes,” she promised into his ears.

Bharath immediately complied. 

Geetha, trusting him completely, stepped out of the bathroom and met his lips. He tasted her sweetness, his hands moving to her soft waist, pulling her closer. 

She was completely devoid of clothes now, having crossed the threshold. 

She matched his kiss with her own, moving into his embrace. He held her tightly, kissing her with a raw delight.

His semi-erect penis pressed against her, the warm heat beginning to melt the ice within her, preparing her for another kind of spring. He kept his eyes closed, released her lips, and said, "Miss...?"

"It's okay," she replied softly.

"I can't believe it."

"Me neither..."

"You're not uncomfortable, are you? I’m not hurting? I can't stand to see you in pain."

"I can't stand to see you sad, either, puppy..." she said, and took his lips again, pulling them both into a deep, consuming kiss.

A cold, watery sensation on her thigh was met with a warm, secret heat between them, a feeling that intensified when he moved closer. He craved that warmth, pressing himself further into the space between her legs. 

Gradually, the coarse fabric of his shorts began to rub against the soft petals of her inner thigh. His penis, shielded by the cotton, felt a blazing heat against her honey flesh.

"Huh..." Geetha breathed deeply, her mind drifting away.

"Miss, is it okay?" Bharat asked softly.

"Hmm...." she hummed in response.

He leaned in, his lips finding the tender curve of her neck.

"Mmm... dog..." she murmured.

"Miss..."

"Ha..."

His left hand moved, resting on her boob, a touch that made her gasp.

"Iss..."

"Are you really okay?"

"Don't bother me by asking," she said, a hint of playful exasperation in her voice.

He moved his hard-on away, leaning down to kiss her right boob.

"Abba... you always want the same?" she asked, a new kind of curiosity in her tone.

He kissed her heart. "Miss, I haven't counted ten kisses."

She playfully hit the back of his head. In return, he sweetly took her boob into his mouth.

"Aah...,” a hard gasp escaped her.

"Mmm..." he hummed, sucking and then releasing. "So, should I do it now?"

"Hmm... but keep your eyes closed," she said, her voice a little breathless.

Bharat laughed. "I'm opening them."

A wave of anxiety washed over her, and she hugged him tightly, the cotton on his cock jabbing against her petals, sparking a shiver through her.

"Aah,” she let loud again.

"Hahaha... What happened, Miss?" he whispered in her ear.

"Uh-uh... Close your eyes."

"I didn't open them, Miss. I just said I'm opening them."

"Really?"

He kissed her neck again, "Hmm..." he said, his left hand sliding down to grasp and squeeze her plump butts with a surge of desire.

"Mmmmmm.... Take your hand off," she protested weakly.

He ignored her, his hand moving from her buttock to her thigh. He held her lower thigh and lifted it, causing her to wrap her leg around him.

"Your ass is so bubbly..." he murmured, and then slid his hand down again, kneading her buttock fully.

"Aah, I said no, right?" she said, lowering her leg.

He nuzzled her neck with his nose. "Miss, don't you shave?"

Geetha was stunned, a flush of shyness and a hint of anger coloring her cheeks. She gave him another playful tap.

"Haha..."

His hands ran along her waist, savoring her softness. He began walking backward, pulling Geetha along with him.

"Hey, we'll fall."

"Where's the bed?"

"It's right behind you."

He quickly stepped back, falling onto the bed with Geetha on top of him. Fearing the fall, she hugged him tightly. 

Laughing, he rolled her to the side and climbed on top. He held her face, bringing it close to his cheek.

As Bharat's playful touch continued, holding her naked with a smile and his eyes closed, Geetha felt a new kind of joy and excitement blossom within her. She was delighted by his naughtiness. She lifted her head and kissed his forehead.

"That's enough. You go outside, and I'll get dressed."

He leaned in, kissing her passionately below her ear. "What about the ten kisses?"

"You can do it after I get dressed."

"If you get dressed, I'll have to take them off again."

"Oy... I'll give you a punishment."

"Let's say the punishment is ten more kisses."

She pinched his shoulder hard.

"Ouch..."

Everything with Bharat felt new to Geetha. He always found a way to do something different, climbing one step at a time, increasing the passion, naughtiness, and playful desires within her. In all the months since she'd married Gautam, he had never been this playful even once. With Gautam, it was always the same routine.

"Enough," she said.

"Miss, the ten kisses need to be done, right?"

"Hmm..."

He put his hand on her boob and squeezed it.

"Iss... no..."

"Miss, I will keep my eyes closed. I will give you ten kisses and then leave."

"Oh no, not like that."

"Don't you trust me?"

She held his head and pulled him to her neck, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, his hard-on touching her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him, hugging him closer. The hardness inside his shorts pressed and rubbed against her.

"If I didn't, would I be like this now?"

"So, shall I give you the kisses?"

"Hmm...."

"Where are your lips?"

"Right in front of you."

Bharat kissed her cheek.

"One."

"No, I said lips."

"Hey, that's cheating."

"Oops, I thought they were lips."

She held his face. "Okay, I'll do it myself."

"Hmm..." he said, smiling with his eyes closed.

Geetha turned his face and took his lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed her upper lip with a gulp.

"Umm..."

He squeezed her boob again. Moaning in his mouth, Geetha whispered, "Aah... take your hand off."

"Okay, where are your cheeks?"

"Next to my lips."

"Give them to me."

"You do it."

He bent down and kissed both her cheeks twice.

"Three."

"No, two."

"Hey, it's three, including the lips."

"Both cheeks count as one."

"Oh, there you go with your cheating again."

"I don't know math."

"I'm the math teacher, and I'm telling you it's three."

"Teacher, if you want a bribe, let me know. Just reduce one count in this exam."

"Oh, what will you give me as a bribe?"

"What do you want?"

"Give me another lip kiss."

"If I do, will you reduce the count?"

"Definitely my dear student ..."

He brought his hand up, held her jaw, and kissed her lips. Geetha pushed her tongue into his mouth, and he took it, sucking it with a passionate hunger. Their tongues rubbed against each other, a playful wrestling match.

"Umm... If I give you a bribe again, will you reduce another count?"

"So greedy..."

"Hahaha..."

He moved down, resting his head on her heart, and kissed her erect, reddish nipple. A tingling sensation of pleasure shot through her, and she lifted her hand to hold the back of his head. Shaking his head, he kissed her left boob.

"Mmm... puppy."

"What happened, Miss?"

"Gautam has never done this, ra."

"You’re no this teacher, Miss..." he said, his lips covering her nipple, biting it playfully.

"Aah... slowly."

"Oh, these are like kismeesh. Mmmm."

He bit and pulled.

Geetha’s nerves tingled sweetly.

"Abba... that's enough."

"Four."

"Hmm..."

He held her two elbows. "Miss, lift your hands."

Geetha know what Bharath’s madness is, she lifted both her hands, putting them behind her head and leaning on the pillow. The scent of soap from her armpits suddenly intoxicated him. As she guided him into her right armpit,  he held her waist, bent down, and kissed her right armpit. Geetha's whole body was filled with desire.

"Umm..."

He poked his tongue into her strawberry candy armpit and licked its tingling folds. 

Biting her lip with passion, Geetha moaned, "Mmmmm... only kisses."

"Oh, right, I forgot."

He lifted his head, came to the other side, and kissed her left armpit.

"Iss..."

"Umm... Oh Miss, your smell is amazing."

"That's why I call you a dog, you dirty dog."

"Teacher, what's the count?"

"Six."

"Miss, put your toe in my mouth."

"No, it's not good, ra."

"You just took a bath, so what's wrong with it? They are fine, put it in."

"Uh..."

Bharat got up and sat next to her. As his dick moved away, she felt as if something was being pulled from inside her. She lifted her right leg and poked her big toe against Bharat's lips. He took it into his mouth and sucked it with a loving tenderness. 

Geetha was surprised how loyal Bharath its being, not at all opening his eyes even though there’s an opportunity to him to admire her nudity.  She was ecstatic, looking at the sight. Without even considering them feet, the way he sucked it with so much love and desire, like a peppermint, sparked a primal, feminine desire in her that she had never felt before. 

Her feminine core craving him lips.

The cool air from the AC made her feel hot as it touched her vulva. She laughed shyly while teasing her thumb in his mouth, then shamelessly slid her right hand between her thighs.

“Mmmm...”

He released her finger and began kissing her foot. Geetha's thighs started to burn. Her juices were wetting the space between her thighs.

She lifted her other leg and rested it on Bharath's shoulder. He began to kiss that one too.

“That's enough,” she said.

“Okay.”

“Hmm…”

“Miss, I want your navel.”

“Come and get it,” she accepted shyly.

He bent over again, straddling her legs and rested his face between her boobs.

“Mmm... lower...,” she said in a lustful voice.

Bharath moved back slightly and bent down, directly towards her navel.

“Here, Miss?”

“Yes....”

Geetha’s brazen affair with a man who wasn't her husband, right there in her own bedroom, ignited a wildness she hadn't known she possessed. 

Naked and exchanging kisses, a thrill shot through her as Bharat lowered his head, burying his face in her navel and kissing her belly button. A tingling sensation made her writhe, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she swallowed a breath.

Bharat's hand slid behind her, stroking the curve of her waist, his fingers holding her soft flesh. "Miss, can I tell you something?" he asked.

"Hmm... tell me," she breathed.

He bit the plump flesh just below her navel.

"Isss... Hey, don't bite!" she protested.

"Umm... Most people probably prefer a flat, heroine-like waist," he said, "but you know how sexy I find it when it's a little plump like yours, swollen just below the navel?"

"Oh, you like it then?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

"Hmm... Miss, that's eight. Two more?" he teased.

"Oh..."

"Where should I put them?" he asked.

"It's up to you," she said, a playful smile on her face.

He gave a small, mischievous smile. Geetha saw it and was delighted. Just then, she noticed Bharat’s head moving back. A sudden fear made her grab his ears with both hands and stop him.

"Hey, come up..." she said, her voice laced with urgency.

He quickly came up and rested his face on her neck. "What happened, Miss?"

"Uh-uh..."

He slid back down again, rubbing his nose between her boobs, and continued his descent. 

Everything was dark for Bharat. He couldn't tell where his lips were touching Geetha’s body. 

Again, his head stopped.

"Hey, what happened, Miss..."

"Look, stop your games. I said no, right?" she insisted.

He went back up. Geetha’s warm breath was a fiery touch on his chin. "Miss, you said it was my choice, didn't you?"

"No..."

"Just once, Miss, my wish," he pleaded.

"That's wrong. What is this crazy thought of yours?"

"Umm... I love everything about you. Just once," he persisted.

"Please, no, it's not good," she said, her voice now firm.

"Just one kiss."

"Uh-uh."

"Is that all...? You said it was my choice, and now you're changing your mind."

"It's not that, ra," she said, her voice softening.

"Please don't say anything. Please..."

Geetha remained silent, a silent acceptance. 

Bharat began his journey back down. On the way, he kissed her heart. He greeted her navel with his tongue. After passing the elevated meadow of her womb, he buried his head in the valley of her thighs. 

To his darkness, Bharat’s ears touched her shapely thighs, and he, thinking it was the place he wanted, buried his face. 

His lips were pricked by the thorns guarding her lotus. 

He firmly kissed the area between her thighs. 

A cold storm swept through Geetha’s spine. 

She bit her lower lip hard and groaned, "haha….." 

She grabbed Bharat's head, squeezed it, pulled him up, and pushed him to the side.

Bharat lay beside her and chuckled. "Hahaha... Miss, one more is left."

Immediately, she turned to him, grabbed his face, and took his lips. His lips tasted a little salty, a little sweet—a strange combination—so she let go, realising what she just tasted.

"Miss, all your hair is wet down there," he whispered.

"Chee... you mad dog, go..." she said, turning her back to him and curling up her body so he couldn't see anything.

He opened his eyes and saw Gita's back. Looking at her white cobra curves, he laughed, moved closer, and kissed the back of her neck.
"Mmm..."

"Miss, is this the first time for a kiss there?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Chee, go..." she said, her voice muffled.

Rubbing his nose against her ear, he asked, "Miss, is there any milk?"

"Hmm... It's in the fridge. You go sit down; I'll put on some clothes and heat it up," she said, her voice still soft.

"Okay..."

He got up and went outside, closing the door behind him without looking back.
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To be continued…….