The thick air was hot as a girl stepped onto the crowded bus
her heartbeat quickening with a mix of excitement and apprehension. A quick look confirmed her fears this was going to be a tight squeeze. Suddenly a hand found its way on her waist
sending a shockwave through her. She attempted to move but the crush of people made it impossible. Another hand brushed against her thigh
she gasped in her throat. This was a familiar pattern in the crowded thoroughfares of Cairo. Soon after she was pushed into a strong chest
the sensation both alarming and strangely arousing. The bus lurched and she stumbled falling into him completely
. His firm body against her was unmistakable. She shut her eyes tight thinking about the bus driver oblivious to the hidden encounters unfolding behind him. That afternoon a shy smile played on her lips as she recalled the unexpected thrill
of the stolen moments. It lingered a guilty delight she would never admit
. The commute would always be different.
