Ten days had passed. Sir had been coming regularly to tutor Sneha.
Every day, between lessons, their eyes would meet and a few quiet words would pass, but slowly, both Sneha and Anurag Sir were growing more and more desperate.
Today, Sneha's uncle and aunt had left the house early in the morning and wouldn't return until evening. She was completely alone.
An strange mix of anxiety and excitement fluttered inside Sneha's chest. Sir was coming. No one else was home. The moment the doorbell rang, she ran to open it. Sir stepped inside with calm, measured steps.
Sneha stood holding the door. The light pink **one-piece frock** she wore today felt tighter than usual—especially across her chest.
The thin fabric was stretched taut over her full, rounded breasts, as if struggling to contain them.
The deep neckline left the upper curves almost spilling out.
With every breath, her breasts rose and fell gently, and the movement was clearly visible beneath the dress.
Sir's heartbeat nearly stopped.
Seeing that Sneha had opened the door herself, he was even more stunned.
"Is no one home?" Sir asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Sneha lowered her head and replied, "Yes, Sir… Uncle and Aunty have both gone out."
The answer sent a shiver through Sir's body. For a split second, his expression changed. A sweet but uneasy restlessness flickered in his eyes. Without another word, he simply said "Alright" and stepped inside.
The sound of the door closing made the silence in the house feel even heavier.
They sat down at the study table.
Sneha couldn't concentrate at all today. Even though her eyes were on the pages, her mind was somewhere else. Her gaze kept drifting away from the book, and she fidgeted restlessly with her pen.
Sir, too, seemed far from his usual self. His voice was slightly heavier, a little distracted.
He would pause mid-explanation, feeling a strange discomfort and an irresistible pull.
Suddenly, Sir's eyes drifted to Sneha's full, high breasts.
Beneath the tight fabric of the frock, the two heavy mounds seemed to strain to break free. They rose and fell with every breath. Sir swallowed hard. His throat went dry. He tried to look back at the book, but couldn't. His gaze returned.
Sneha had noticed. Her cheeks flushed red. But she didn't look up at him. She only twirled the pen in her hand.
"Sneha… do you understand this part?" Sir's voice trembled slightly.
"No, Sir…" Sneha whispered. "My mind isn't here today."
Sir fell silent.
A few seconds later, he reached out and placed his hand over hers on the notebook. His warm fingers brushed against hers.
"What's wrong?"
Sneha finally looked up. Her eyes were filled with excitement, shyness, and fear all at once.
"Sir… there's no one else in the house."
The moment the words left her lips, a fresh wave of electricity ran through Sir's body. Something inside him hardened against his will.
He cleared his throat and said awkwardly,
"Sneha, don't think about such things."
Yet even as he spoke, his own mind was filled with exactly what he was forbidding her to think about.
Sneha looked straight at him. "But Sir…"
Anurag Sir replied, "Sneha, this isn't right."
Sneha's voice turned pleading. "Sir, Uncle and Aunty said they won't be back before midnight."
Her words only heightened Sir's arousal.
He stared fixedly at the book, refusing to meet her eyes.
No. He couldn't do this. It would be a huge mistake. A very dangerous one.
Anurag Sir finally looked at her. "Listen, Sneha."
But the moment his gaze fell on her breasts again, his head spun. They were right in front of his face.
He was already hard.
Stammering, he told her,
"F… focus on your studies."
Sneha tried to concentrate for a while, but it was impossible. Meanwhile, a restless storm raged inside Sir's mind.
Then Sneha said softly, "Sir… will you come a little closer?"
Sir was stunned. This was the hardest thing for him to resist.
Sneha continued, "Sir, I'm feeling very strange."
Worried, Sir stood up from his chair.
He walked slowly to her side and placed both hands on her shoulders from behind.
"What's the matter, Sneha? Are you okay?"
"Sir…" Sneha whispered. "… something is happening inside my chest."
Sir was speechless.
Sneha added, "My heartbeat has become so fast."
Sir's hands slowly slid down to her neck, then lower. Over the frock, his fingers lightly brushed the upper curve of her left breast. Sneha shivered. Her breathing grew heavy.
"Sir…"
"Listen, Sneha…" Sir's lips were almost at her ear. "I'm trying to control myself. But today… you're alone… I can't hold back anymore."
His hand now pressed fully over her breast. Through the thin fabric, he squeezed gently.
Sneha's breasts were soft, heavy, and warm. Sir's fingers sank into them. He began to massage them slowly. Sneha closed her eyes. Her lips parted, letting out small, quick breaths.
"Uff… Sir… gently…"
With his other hand, Sir brushed her hair aside and pressed his lips to her neck. He kissed her lightly, then began licking her skin with the tip of his tongue. Sneha's body trembled. Her hand instinctively reached behind and gripped his thigh.
Slowly, Sir lifted her from the chair. One arm around her waist, the other supporting her beneath her hips, he easily picked her up.
Sneha wrapped her arms around his neck in surprise and hooked her legs around his waist. Her long hair fell to one side, brushing against his face.
Sir looked up at her. The moment their eyes met, Sneha smiled shyly, filled with excitement. The next second, Sir captured her lips in a deep kiss—first soft, then with his tongue.
His hand slipped under her frock and cupped her bare, warm breasts directly. He pinched her nipples between his fingers. Sneha moaned, "Aahhh…" Her legs shook.
"Sir… I feel so… strange…"
Sir carried her to the bed, laid her down, and climbed on top of her. With one swift pull, he unzipped the frock. Her red lace bra came into view. Her heavy breasts were almost bursting out of it. Sir sucked on them over the bra. Sneha was going wild.
Then he unhooked the bra too.
Now her breasts were completely bare. Her chocolate-brown nipples stood hard and erect. Sir took one into his mouth and sucked hard, while his other hand massaged the second breast. Sneha writhed on the bed. Her fingers tangled in his hair.
"Sir… aah… aah… aahhh…"
Sir's hand moved lower. He lifted the frock completely and pulled her panties down. Sneha was now fully naked.
Her pussy was dripping wet.
Sir asked,
"Sneha, are you this wet for me?"
Sneha was too shy to answer.
Sir gently rubbed her with two fingers, then slipped one inside.
Sneha cried out. "Aaaah Sir… it hurts… slowly…"
Sir suddenly came to his senses.
He began to pull away slowly. At that moment, Sneha grabbed his wrist with her soft hand.
Stammering, Sir said,
"S… Sneha, th… this is going too far."
In a strangely calm yet seductive voice, Sneha whispered,
"Sir… please…"
Worry filled Anurag Sir's tone.
"Everything will be ruined."
Sneha made her voice even softer, deeper, almost a whisper:
"Sir… please…"
To be continued....