26-08-2025, 09:20 AM
Sunlight, golden and warm, kissed the peaks of the mountains as Gautham woke. A cool breeze, smelling of river mud, drifted through the open window and across his face, coaxing him from sleep. Wrapped in a wool blanket, the scent of Evelyn filled his senses, a heady aroma that awakened him more fully. He was alone.
Slowly, he rose from the mattress, found his pants, and dressed. The door to the balcony stood open, revealing a breathtaking view. The mountains shimmered in the morning light, a serene river flowed below, and birds soared in the distance, their calls carried on the whispering wind. At the end of a small, wooden bridge, Evelyn sat waiting, a solitary figure against the vast landscape.
He approached her, his steps deliberate. She was wearing only a pair of white panties, her back to him. He sat beside her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and rested his head on her shoulder.
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"Thanks..." he said, his voice soft, as he squeezed her waist and kissed her shoulder.
She turned her head to him. "Good morning," she replied, and kissed his chin.
"I didn't expect you to do this."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes," he said, a quiet admission.
"Gautham... don't ever underestimate yourself. You are a good person." She looked into his eyes, a profound sincerity in her gaze.
Seeking warmth against the cool air, she shifted and settled into his lap.
"We have to go, boss," he said.
She lifted her head, giving him a small, tender kiss on the lips. Wanting more, he nipped her lip playfully before deepening the kiss. Her right hand found its way to his pants, unzipping and unbuttoning them, then slipping inside.
"No, we have to go..." he insisted, though his body was already responding to her touch.
"Can't I get one more morning fuck?" she teased.
"I don't know..."
With a languid motion, she licked her palm and applied the moisture to his penis, massaging him. He hardened almost instantly in her delicate hand.
"You said you couldn't, but we did it three times," she reminded him with a knowing smile.
He bit her lower lip, his desire overwhelming. "You were the one acting like a bitch in heat," he said, the words a rough caress.
"I like being scolded. Do you scold Geetha?"
"No..."
"Maybe you treat your wife with affection."
"Hmm..." He reached for her breasts, squeezing her right one.
"Mmm..." she moaned softly.
"Who was the other person besides me?" he asked, a question that had been lingering.
"That was a long time ago, when we were newly married. My ex."
"If the MD finds out, I'll lose my job." The thought was a cold splash of reality.
She took his hand, put his middle finger in her mouth, and sucked it. "You are thinking too much. When I come to you by choice, why do you think about all that?"
"But we have to go in another hour."
She kissed his forehead. "We are taking the day off today."
"Hey, you can't do that."
"I already did, master... just hang out with your bitch," she said, before joining their lips again.
Their kiss was deep and passionate as his hand found its way to her panties, pulling them aside and slipping a finger inside. She gasped, a ragged moan escaping her throat. He strummed his finger on her clitoris, and she trembled with pleasure, biting her lip.
"Has Geetha ever given you a BJ?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.
"Yes, she does."
"Oh really... I thought she wouldn't."
"Hmm..."
"Now I'll give you one..."
She shifted, turning toward him with a lustful laugh, and took him into her mouth.
"Ahh, you bitch, you're not giving me a single moment's rest," he mumbled, his hands finding the back of his head.
As she slowly sucked him, a wave of pleasure washed over him, and he began to thrust his hips.
She stopped. "No... you're always so impatient. I'm doing this, aren't I... control yourself," she said loudly, her palm pressing against his stomach to still his movements, before continuing.
He fell silent, his hands gripping her hair. He pulled her back, watching her lips work on him. The pleasure was immense, more intense than anything with Geetha. It was like the forbidden fruit, the neighbor's cluster beans tasting better than the chicken at home.
But he couldn't control himself. He pulled her up, pushed her aside, and, mounting her, spread her thighs and began to thrust.
"You don't like being outdone, do you?" she laughed.
"You just laugh," he growled, giving a hard thrust.
"Ahh... oh, ego master."
"I've never fucked my wife like this," he confessed.
"You don't feel lust for your wife, Gautham... you feel it for someone like me."
"What's wrong with my wife?"
"There's nothing wrong with your wife, you just lack patience..."
He slapped her face, the sound sharp in the morning air.
"Ush... why are you screaming like that?" he said
"Ahh, ahh... fuck... you're supposed to scream here... make your Geetha scream tomorrow too."
The thought of Geetha sent a jolt of electricity through him. In a fit of passion, he squeezed her boobs and shook her.
"Ahh... yes, harder..." she screamed, her body arching.
"Ahh, bitch, I can't hold it."
"Fuck, I'm coming... ahh, fuck, please hold on, hold on, don't come out."
He held his breath, slowing his movements, trying not to climax. She bit her lip and offered her left boob to his right hand. With her other hand, she held his neck, trembling as she came. A smile of pride stretched across his face; he had made her orgasm for the second time. He had never seen such a response from Geetha. Evelyn's acknowledgment was giving him a new sense of confidence.
He squeezed her breast and began to thrust slowly, grinding inside her. "Ahhh..." he gasped, and collapsed onto her body.
She kissed his neck. "It's been three years since my husband fucked me. I don't know if he's with someone else or if it's because of his age. He hasn't touched me. Thank you..."
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he lay on his side. "I should thank you too."
They kissed.
"Whenever you feel like it, just tell me and I'll arrange it," she said.
"Really...?"
"Yes... use me as long as you are here."
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Hydearbad, May 10th, 6:42 AM,
When Geetha woke up, she noticed the pallu of her saree had slipped from her chest. Her breath hitched slightly as she saw Bharath, sleeping soundly with his face resting right there, a small drop of drool on her skin. A tender smile touched her lips. She gently caressed his hair, then lifted his head and placed it on the pillow beside her. She leaned over and kissed his forehead softly. Noticing the spittle on her chest, she wiped it away with the edge of her saree.
She adjusted her saree and tied her hair into a neat bun. Before leaving, she made sure to inform Susheela.
‘What I'm doing is wrong. But I'm doing it willingly, for him. Somehow, the love he shows feels different. It brings a new kind of sweetness into me. The trust he gives, his actions, his words—it feels like all the playful, mischievous desires I've been missing are found only with him. No matter how much I think, don't I have the freedom to fulfill my small wishes sometimes? The thought that Gautham might never give me the happiness I get with Bharath makes me feel like I should seize these moments of fun while I can. Even if it's wrong, I want this sweet trouble. He's going to be far away from all this in a few days anyway. I don't understand it, and I don't want to stop. I'm not myself when I'm with Bharath; I feel like a new person.’
11:00 AM,
Vimala locked her house and pulled the gate shut just as Jatin's father, Uday, started his scooter. From the next-door house, Geetha stepped outside into the bright sunlight. She had just finished her shower and was absentmindedly combing her damp hair.
“Bye, aunty…” Jatin called out.
“Oh, Jatin, where are you going?” Geetha asked.
“We’re going to my grandma’s house,” he said with a wide smile.
“Oh, enjoying the holidays?”
“Hehe…”
Vimala got on the scooter behind her husband. “We’ll see you later, Geetha,” she said.
“Yeah, sis…” Geetha replied, waving.
Jatin waved back. “Bye, aunty…”
And with that, they were gone.
The people from the upstairs portion, Sriram’s family, had already vacated, leaving Geetha alone in her home. She didn’t talk much to her other neighbors; Vimala was her only close friend next door, and now she was gone for ten days. While Sindhu lived within walking distance, Geetha didn't feel like going there.
She finished combing her hair, went inside to put the comb away, tied a rubber band around her braid, and came back out to wash her hands. Taking the tindora from the fridge, she started cutting the small gourds into slices.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
“Who is it?” Geetha called out.
“It’s puppy,” Bharath shouted from the other side.
“Come on in.”
As Geetha put the cut pieces into a plate and reached for another tindora, Bharath’s hands reached for her shoulders from behind. His small goatee tickled her below her right ear, and she squirmed, “Hey…” before quickly composing herself.
“Miss, can I tell you something?” he whispered.
“Hmm…” she replied, not stopping her work.
“My coach gave me 5,000 rupees today for the tournament.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Slowly, he slipped a hand under her sareenpallu and grabbed the left fold of her waist.
“Move, you won’t let me cook, you crazy kid,” she said playfully.
“Miss, I got you a gift.”
“Oh, really?”
“Come, I’ll show you.”
“Wait, you sit down; I’ll come.”
He bit and gently pulled on her earring. A small shiver of excitement ran through her.
“Sss…” she breathed, biting her lip softly.
“Miss, did it really happen last night?” he asked, his voice low.
A blush spread across Geetha's cheeks. “Chi, no, don't remind me.”
“Miss, when I woke up this morning and you weren’t there, I thought it was all a dream.”
“Hmm…”
He leaned his chin further onto her shoulder, holding her waist with just four fingers. The knife in her hand stopped.
“Hey, what’s this, let go,” she said, her voice a little breathless.
But Bharath couldn't let go. He was lost in the softness of her waist, the scent of her skin, and the curve of her neck that his face was pressed against. He rubbed his mustache against her body, and in a daze, Geetha dropped the knife and placed her hand over his on her waist.
“Puppy, stop. You shouldn’t bother me like this every time,” she said softly.
He kissed her neck. “Miss, women in saris with their waists showing are truly beautiful…” he whispered huskily, squeezing her waist.
“Iss…” she moaned, a soft sound.
“Your waist is really nice.”
“How many waists have you seen?” she teased.
“Only yours…”
“Don’t tell me lies, you thief.”
He kissed her just below her lip. “What does it matter how many I’ve seen? It’s enough that I’m holding yours like this…” With that, he pulled her into his lap.
His embrace was an instant surrender. No matter how many times he pulled her close, it felt new to both of them.
“Stop it, go. I said I’ll come,” she protested weakly.
“Miss, come, I have to show you. My dad told me to go to the market.”
“What gift did you get?”
“I’ll show you, come.”
He took her hand, led her to the hall, and made her sit on the sofa. There was a small packet on the teapoy. He picked it up, opened it, and revealed a pair of silver anklets.
Geetha’s eyes widened in surprise.
He sat on the floor, holding her right foot. His touch made her feel a little mischievous. Even though he had brought a gift, she didn't like that he had spent money like that.
“Why did you buy these now? You could’ve used the money for something useful at home,” she chided.
That thought had never even crossed his mind. The moment he had the money, he thought only of buying these for Geetha. Looking at her intently, he asked, “Miss, can’t I give you a gift?”
“It’s not like that…”
“Hmm…” he hummed, taking off the anklets she was wearing and putting on the new ones he had brought. He did the same with her left foot. Geetha looked at her feet, a new kind of joy in her heart.
“Do you like them?” he asked.
“Hmm, they’re nice.”
He held both her feet and kissed them.
“That’s enough, get up,” she said, playfully kicking his chest.
“Haha…” he laughed, getting up and holding her shoulders. “You have to give me a kiss for the gift.”
“I’ll give you a kick,” she retorted.
He kissed her on the neck.
“Don’t overdo it,” she warned.
“Please, please…” he begged, moving his hand from her shoulder to her chest. A tingle ran through her. “I love you, Miss…” he whispered, his lips grazing her neck.
She couldn’t stop him. She held his head, her own senses heightened. He squeezed her swelling bust from underneath her blouse.
“Ah…” she moaned, twisting his neck.
“Just one kiss, Miss,” he pleaded.
She immediately grabbed his face, stopping him. Her breathing grew heavy.
“Miss…” he said softly, looking at her directly and squeezing her boob.
Biting her lip, she said, “Don't do that.”
“I’m not doing anything, my hands aren’t listening to me,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Puppy…”
“Yes, Miss…”
They rubbed their noses together. Bharath planted his knees on either side of her on the sofa.
“You’re a kid; you should act like a kid,” she said, her voice a soft murmur.
“Well, a kid will be good if you give him a kiss.”
“What if I don’t?”
He rubbed his thumb on her saree pallu and squeezed. “Mmmm…” she moaned softly. With his other hand, he grabbed her braid and put his lips on hers. They kissed deeply.
“You shouldn’t do this, you know,” she whispered, her mouth still filled with the sweet taste of his.
“Why?”
Could she stop him now that he had ignited the fire in her?
She grabbed his head tightly and kissed him again. He gradually became intoxicated, his hands squeezing her boobs.
“Iss…” she moaned into his mouth. He tasted her trembling lower lip and released it.
“Is it wrong to do this every day, Miss?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Uh-uh, no.”
“Oh, really?” he said, bending down and kissing her throat.
“Mmm…”
She clasped her hands around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Miss, let’s do what we did last night again…” he said, biting her lip.
“Aahh, you said you were going,” she said breathlessly.
“Umm… but I want to stay with you.”
“Go away… let’s go shopping tomorrow. Let’s meet tomorrow.”
“Aaah… your lips are very dangerous, Miss.”
“Stop it.”
“Miss, just once…”
She pushed him away, and he fell to the side with a smile.
“Go…” she grumbled, hiding her face in her hands. “Do you know what you’re asking of a teacher?”
“Please…”
She crinkled her nose. “I said let’s meet tomorrow, you have to listen. Ask me whatever you want tomorrow…” she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection.
“Really?”
“Yes…” she said sweetly.
“Bye…” he said, kissing her cheek and leaving.
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To be continued………….
Slowly, he rose from the mattress, found his pants, and dressed. The door to the balcony stood open, revealing a breathtaking view. The mountains shimmered in the morning light, a serene river flowed below, and birds soared in the distance, their calls carried on the whispering wind. At the end of a small, wooden bridge, Evelyn sat waiting, a solitary figure against the vast landscape.
He approached her, his steps deliberate. She was wearing only a pair of white panties, her back to him. He sat beside her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and rested his head on her shoulder.
"Thanks..." he said, his voice soft, as he squeezed her waist and kissed her shoulder.
She turned her head to him. "Good morning," she replied, and kissed his chin.
"I didn't expect you to do this."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes," he said, a quiet admission.
"Gautham... don't ever underestimate yourself. You are a good person." She looked into his eyes, a profound sincerity in her gaze.
Seeking warmth against the cool air, she shifted and settled into his lap.
"We have to go, boss," he said.
She lifted her head, giving him a small, tender kiss on the lips. Wanting more, he nipped her lip playfully before deepening the kiss. Her right hand found its way to his pants, unzipping and unbuttoning them, then slipping inside.
"No, we have to go..." he insisted, though his body was already responding to her touch.
"Can't I get one more morning fuck?" she teased.
"I don't know..."
With a languid motion, she licked her palm and applied the moisture to his penis, massaging him. He hardened almost instantly in her delicate hand.
"You said you couldn't, but we did it three times," she reminded him with a knowing smile.
He bit her lower lip, his desire overwhelming. "You were the one acting like a bitch in heat," he said, the words a rough caress.
"I like being scolded. Do you scold Geetha?"
"No..."
"Maybe you treat your wife with affection."
"Hmm..." He reached for her breasts, squeezing her right one.
"Mmm..." she moaned softly.
"Who was the other person besides me?" he asked, a question that had been lingering.
"That was a long time ago, when we were newly married. My ex."
"If the MD finds out, I'll lose my job." The thought was a cold splash of reality.
She took his hand, put his middle finger in her mouth, and sucked it. "You are thinking too much. When I come to you by choice, why do you think about all that?"
"But we have to go in another hour."
She kissed his forehead. "We are taking the day off today."
"Hey, you can't do that."
"I already did, master... just hang out with your bitch," she said, before joining their lips again.
Their kiss was deep and passionate as his hand found its way to her panties, pulling them aside and slipping a finger inside. She gasped, a ragged moan escaping her throat. He strummed his finger on her clitoris, and she trembled with pleasure, biting her lip.
"Has Geetha ever given you a BJ?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.
"Yes, she does."
"Oh really... I thought she wouldn't."
"Hmm..."
"Now I'll give you one..."
She shifted, turning toward him with a lustful laugh, and took him into her mouth.
"Ahh, you bitch, you're not giving me a single moment's rest," he mumbled, his hands finding the back of his head.
As she slowly sucked him, a wave of pleasure washed over him, and he began to thrust his hips.
She stopped. "No... you're always so impatient. I'm doing this, aren't I... control yourself," she said loudly, her palm pressing against his stomach to still his movements, before continuing.
He fell silent, his hands gripping her hair. He pulled her back, watching her lips work on him. The pleasure was immense, more intense than anything with Geetha. It was like the forbidden fruit, the neighbor's cluster beans tasting better than the chicken at home.
But he couldn't control himself. He pulled her up, pushed her aside, and, mounting her, spread her thighs and began to thrust.
"You don't like being outdone, do you?" she laughed.
"You just laugh," he growled, giving a hard thrust.
"Ahh... oh, ego master."
"I've never fucked my wife like this," he confessed.
"You don't feel lust for your wife, Gautham... you feel it for someone like me."
"What's wrong with my wife?"
"There's nothing wrong with your wife, you just lack patience..."
He slapped her face, the sound sharp in the morning air.
"Ush... why are you screaming like that?" he said
"Ahh, ahh... fuck... you're supposed to scream here... make your Geetha scream tomorrow too."
The thought of Geetha sent a jolt of electricity through him. In a fit of passion, he squeezed her boobs and shook her.
"Ahh... yes, harder..." she screamed, her body arching.
"Ahh, bitch, I can't hold it."
"Fuck, I'm coming... ahh, fuck, please hold on, hold on, don't come out."
He held his breath, slowing his movements, trying not to climax. She bit her lip and offered her left boob to his right hand. With her other hand, she held his neck, trembling as she came. A smile of pride stretched across his face; he had made her orgasm for the second time. He had never seen such a response from Geetha. Evelyn's acknowledgment was giving him a new sense of confidence.
He squeezed her breast and began to thrust slowly, grinding inside her. "Ahhh..." he gasped, and collapsed onto her body.
She kissed his neck. "It's been three years since my husband fucked me. I don't know if he's with someone else or if it's because of his age. He hasn't touched me. Thank you..."
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he lay on his side. "I should thank you too."
They kissed.
"Whenever you feel like it, just tell me and I'll arrange it," she said.
"Really...?"
"Yes... use me as long as you are here."
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Hydearbad, May 10th, 6:42 AM,
When Geetha woke up, she noticed the pallu of her saree had slipped from her chest. Her breath hitched slightly as she saw Bharath, sleeping soundly with his face resting right there, a small drop of drool on her skin. A tender smile touched her lips. She gently caressed his hair, then lifted his head and placed it on the pillow beside her. She leaned over and kissed his forehead softly. Noticing the spittle on her chest, she wiped it away with the edge of her saree.
She adjusted her saree and tied her hair into a neat bun. Before leaving, she made sure to inform Susheela.
‘What I'm doing is wrong. But I'm doing it willingly, for him. Somehow, the love he shows feels different. It brings a new kind of sweetness into me. The trust he gives, his actions, his words—it feels like all the playful, mischievous desires I've been missing are found only with him. No matter how much I think, don't I have the freedom to fulfill my small wishes sometimes? The thought that Gautham might never give me the happiness I get with Bharath makes me feel like I should seize these moments of fun while I can. Even if it's wrong, I want this sweet trouble. He's going to be far away from all this in a few days anyway. I don't understand it, and I don't want to stop. I'm not myself when I'm with Bharath; I feel like a new person.’
11:00 AM,
Vimala locked her house and pulled the gate shut just as Jatin's father, Uday, started his scooter. From the next-door house, Geetha stepped outside into the bright sunlight. She had just finished her shower and was absentmindedly combing her damp hair.
“Bye, aunty…” Jatin called out.
“Oh, Jatin, where are you going?” Geetha asked.
“We’re going to my grandma’s house,” he said with a wide smile.
“Oh, enjoying the holidays?”
“Hehe…”
Vimala got on the scooter behind her husband. “We’ll see you later, Geetha,” she said.
“Yeah, sis…” Geetha replied, waving.
Jatin waved back. “Bye, aunty…”
And with that, they were gone.
The people from the upstairs portion, Sriram’s family, had already vacated, leaving Geetha alone in her home. She didn’t talk much to her other neighbors; Vimala was her only close friend next door, and now she was gone for ten days. While Sindhu lived within walking distance, Geetha didn't feel like going there.
She finished combing her hair, went inside to put the comb away, tied a rubber band around her braid, and came back out to wash her hands. Taking the tindora from the fridge, she started cutting the small gourds into slices.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
“Who is it?” Geetha called out.
“It’s puppy,” Bharath shouted from the other side.
“Come on in.”
As Geetha put the cut pieces into a plate and reached for another tindora, Bharath’s hands reached for her shoulders from behind. His small goatee tickled her below her right ear, and she squirmed, “Hey…” before quickly composing herself.
“Miss, can I tell you something?” he whispered.
“Hmm…” she replied, not stopping her work.
“My coach gave me 5,000 rupees today for the tournament.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Slowly, he slipped a hand under her sareenpallu and grabbed the left fold of her waist.
“Move, you won’t let me cook, you crazy kid,” she said playfully.
“Miss, I got you a gift.”
“Oh, really?”
“Come, I’ll show you.”
“Wait, you sit down; I’ll come.”
He bit and gently pulled on her earring. A small shiver of excitement ran through her.
“Sss…” she breathed, biting her lip softly.
“Miss, did it really happen last night?” he asked, his voice low.
A blush spread across Geetha's cheeks. “Chi, no, don't remind me.”
“Miss, when I woke up this morning and you weren’t there, I thought it was all a dream.”
“Hmm…”
He leaned his chin further onto her shoulder, holding her waist with just four fingers. The knife in her hand stopped.
“Hey, what’s this, let go,” she said, her voice a little breathless.
But Bharath couldn't let go. He was lost in the softness of her waist, the scent of her skin, and the curve of her neck that his face was pressed against. He rubbed his mustache against her body, and in a daze, Geetha dropped the knife and placed her hand over his on her waist.
“Puppy, stop. You shouldn’t bother me like this every time,” she said softly.
He kissed her neck. “Miss, women in saris with their waists showing are truly beautiful…” he whispered huskily, squeezing her waist.
“Iss…” she moaned, a soft sound.
“Your waist is really nice.”
“How many waists have you seen?” she teased.
“Only yours…”
“Don’t tell me lies, you thief.”
He kissed her just below her lip. “What does it matter how many I’ve seen? It’s enough that I’m holding yours like this…” With that, he pulled her into his lap.
His embrace was an instant surrender. No matter how many times he pulled her close, it felt new to both of them.
“Stop it, go. I said I’ll come,” she protested weakly.
“Miss, come, I have to show you. My dad told me to go to the market.”
“What gift did you get?”
“I’ll show you, come.”
He took her hand, led her to the hall, and made her sit on the sofa. There was a small packet on the teapoy. He picked it up, opened it, and revealed a pair of silver anklets.
Geetha’s eyes widened in surprise.
He sat on the floor, holding her right foot. His touch made her feel a little mischievous. Even though he had brought a gift, she didn't like that he had spent money like that.
“Why did you buy these now? You could’ve used the money for something useful at home,” she chided.
That thought had never even crossed his mind. The moment he had the money, he thought only of buying these for Geetha. Looking at her intently, he asked, “Miss, can’t I give you a gift?”
“It’s not like that…”
“Hmm…” he hummed, taking off the anklets she was wearing and putting on the new ones he had brought. He did the same with her left foot. Geetha looked at her feet, a new kind of joy in her heart.
“Do you like them?” he asked.
“Hmm, they’re nice.”
He held both her feet and kissed them.
“That’s enough, get up,” she said, playfully kicking his chest.
“Haha…” he laughed, getting up and holding her shoulders. “You have to give me a kiss for the gift.”
“I’ll give you a kick,” she retorted.
He kissed her on the neck.
“Don’t overdo it,” she warned.
“Please, please…” he begged, moving his hand from her shoulder to her chest. A tingle ran through her. “I love you, Miss…” he whispered, his lips grazing her neck.
She couldn’t stop him. She held his head, her own senses heightened. He squeezed her swelling bust from underneath her blouse.
“Ah…” she moaned, twisting his neck.
“Just one kiss, Miss,” he pleaded.
She immediately grabbed his face, stopping him. Her breathing grew heavy.
“Miss…” he said softly, looking at her directly and squeezing her boob.
Biting her lip, she said, “Don't do that.”
“I’m not doing anything, my hands aren’t listening to me,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Puppy…”
“Yes, Miss…”
They rubbed their noses together. Bharath planted his knees on either side of her on the sofa.
“You’re a kid; you should act like a kid,” she said, her voice a soft murmur.
“Well, a kid will be good if you give him a kiss.”
“What if I don’t?”
He rubbed his thumb on her saree pallu and squeezed. “Mmmm…” she moaned softly. With his other hand, he grabbed her braid and put his lips on hers. They kissed deeply.
“You shouldn’t do this, you know,” she whispered, her mouth still filled with the sweet taste of his.
“Why?”
Could she stop him now that he had ignited the fire in her?
She grabbed his head tightly and kissed him again. He gradually became intoxicated, his hands squeezing her boobs.
“Iss…” she moaned into his mouth. He tasted her trembling lower lip and released it.
“Is it wrong to do this every day, Miss?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Uh-uh, no.”
“Oh, really?” he said, bending down and kissing her throat.
“Mmm…”
She clasped her hands around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Miss, let’s do what we did last night again…” he said, biting her lip.
“Aahh, you said you were going,” she said breathlessly.
“Umm… but I want to stay with you.”
“Go away… let’s go shopping tomorrow. Let’s meet tomorrow.”
“Aaah… your lips are very dangerous, Miss.”
“Stop it.”
“Miss, just once…”
She pushed him away, and he fell to the side with a smile.
“Go…” she grumbled, hiding her face in her hands. “Do you know what you’re asking of a teacher?”
“Please…”
She crinkled her nose. “I said let’s meet tomorrow, you have to listen. Ask me whatever you want tomorrow…” she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection.
“Really?”
“Yes…” she said sweetly.
“Bye…” he said, kissing her cheek and leaving.
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