The humid air hung heavy as a young woman boarded the crowded bus her pulse racing with nervous anticipation. A quick look confirmed her fears this was definitely packed ride. Suddenly a hand found its way on her waist sending a jolt through her. She attempted to move but the crush of people made it impossible. Then another skimmed her thigh she gasped in her throat. This was a familiar pattern in the busy streets of Egypt. Soon after she found herself pressed against a hard body the sensation both alarming and strangely arousing. The bus lurched and she stumbled collapsing against his embrace . His hard presence close to her was unmistakable. She closed her eyes thinking about the bus driver oblivious to the secret dance unfolding in his rearview mirror. Later that day a small smirk crept onto her face as she remembered the unexpected thrill of the forbidden touches. The experience stayed with her a secret pleasure she would never admit . The bus rides would never be the same.