One of my hottest memories involves a crowded bus ride during rush hour. We were travelling and she was standing in front of me, her body swaying with the motion of the bus, our bodies pressed tightly together by the sheer number of people around us. I could feel the warmth of her body through her kurta, and her breath quickened as the tension built between us.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel my breath against her neck. With my other hand, I began to explore, starting at her hip and slowly moving up her back, feeling the soft fabric of her kurta against my skin. She shivered at my touch, the anticipation evident in her eyes.

As the bus jolted over a bump, I let my hand slip under her kurta, my fingers lightly brushing the waistband of her jeans. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, the thrill of being touched in such a public place making her wetter. I could feel her heartbeat quicken as my fingers traced the edge of her jeans, teasing her just enough to drive her wild.

Leaning in, I whispered in her ear, You like this, don’t you? Feeling my fingers teasing you while everyone around us is oblivious? She nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I continued my exploration.

With a slight move of my hand, I unbuttoned her jeans and slipped my hand inside, feeling the heat radiating from her. She was already soaking wet, her body responding eagerly to my touch. She pressed back against me, seeking more of the pleasure that my fingers were delivering. The risk of being caught only heightened the intensity of the moment.

Her quiet gasps and soft whimpers were barely audible over the noise of the bus, but to me, they were everything. I could feel her body tensing with each touch, her arousal building as I moved my finger in and out, my thumb rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Just when I could feel her on the edge of climax, I stopped, withdrawing my fingers and whispering, 'Not yet.' She whimpered in frustration, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire. I loved seeing her like this, so desperate for release.

I resumed my teasing, this time with more intensity, bringing her to the brink again before pulling back. Each time, her frustration grew, her need becoming more urgent. Please, she whispered, her voice barely audible. Please let me come.

Not yet,I repeated, enjoying the power I had over her pleasure. I edged her several more times, each time bringing her closer to the edge and then pulling her back, her body shaking with the effort of holding back her orgasm.

The bus ride seemed to stretch on forever, each stop and start amplifying the sensation. Her eyes were half-closed, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. The crowd around us was blissfully unaware of the intimate dance happening right under their noses.

As we neared our stop, I could feel her body start to tremble, her impending climax barely contained. Not yet. Hold on just a little longer, I whispered. She whimpered in frustration but obeyed, her body quivering with the effort of holding back.

When we finally reached our stop, I guided her off the bus, her legs shaky with need. We barely made it to a secluded spot before she came undone, her body convulsing with the release she had been desperately craving. The look of pure bliss on her face was unforgettable, a testament to the intensity of our forbidden encounter.

Once alone, I pushed her against the wall, my hands rough as I yanked down her jeans, exposing her soaked panties. 'You belong to me,' I growled, feeling her shiver with a mix of fear and arousal. You're mine to use however I want.

She whimpered, 'Yes, Master,' her submission absolute. I ripped her panties aside, my fingers plunging into her without warning. She cried out, the mixture of pleasure and pain driving her wild.

'You don't get to come until I say so,' I commanded, edging her again and again, bringing her to the brink only to pull back. Tears streamed down her face, her body quaking with unfulfilled desire. 'Please, Master, I need it,' she begged, her voice desperate.

I finally relented, allowing her to orgasm, her body convulsing with the intensity of her release. 'Thank you, Master,' she gasped, her eyes filled with gratitude and submission. The power I held over her was intoxicating, our connection deepening with each shared moment of trust and dominance.