The humid air hung heavy as a young woman stepped onto the crowded bus her pulse racing with nervous anticipation. A quick look confirmed her fears this was going to be packed ride. Without warning a hand found its way around her midsection sending a jolt through her. She tried to turn but the crush of people held her fast. Then another brushed against her leg her breath catching in her throat. This was a recurring scene in the crowded thoroughfares of Egypt. Moments later she was pressed against a strong chest the mix of fear and arousal intensifying. The bus lurched and she lost her footing collapsing against his embrace . His firm body close to her was unmistakable. She closed her eyes thinking about the driver oblivious to the hidden encounters unfolding in his rearview mirror. That afternoon a small smirk crept onto her face as she remembered the unexpected thrill of the stolen moments. It lingered a secret pleasure she'd never confess . The bus rides would never be the same.