It's hot. He's handsome. I'm horny.
We're in the crowded bus from the plane to the airport. He stands opposite me and starts to stroke with his fingers along my right inner thigh. I raise my gaze and see a wave of lust flickering through his dark, brown eyes. Our eyes lock, and we forget about the world around us. His hand crawls higher and his index finger taps my outer labia. The area between my legs is flooded by a teasing sensation, and I bend my hip forward to be closer to his fingers. I feel my heart pounding as I realize we're in public in an arabic country, and yet we can't refrain from touching each other. He senses my hip movement and raises his eyebrows, asking me to be a good girl and remain patient. I keep holding his eyes as my lips form into a roguish smile, silently telling him that I know he likes his good girl to be cheeky every once in a while.
We get off the bus, pass migrations control and catch a cab. As soon as the car sets off he puts his arm around me, pulls me closer and slides his hand under my top. I feel him massaging my breast, and the tickling between my legs lights up again. We're passing by a beautiful mosque and women wearing hijab. He smiles as he starts to squeeze my nipple with two fingers. He knows exactly what he does to me. My body is flooded with lust, as the arousal expands into every cell of my body. I try to keep cool on the outside, but I can't help it and lift my chest, moving closer towards his hand. We keep looking outside opposite windows as he plays with my rock hard nipple. My heart rate increases, and I try to keep my breath as calm as possible, while my pussy is swelling with lust. We're still in this damn taxi with a driver only one view into the mirror away from catching us. He now squeezes my whole breast, which is definitely visible under my white top.
