He leaned over to the side of the sleeper and pulled out a bottle of water from the bag. “Here, drink this,” he said, twisting the cap off and handing it to her.

Riya took the bottle gratefully, the coolness of the plastic against her palm providing a brief respite from the heat. As she drank, the water trickled down her chin and onto the neckline of her kameez. Her boobs were heaving slightly from the heat, beads of sweat racing down her neck and into her cleavage.

The sleeper was stifling, and she felt self-conscious under her father’s gaze. Riya couldn’t help but notice her father’s eyes lingering on her chest. She blushed deeply, her cheeks reddening like the sun outside.

She quickly pulled out her dupatta from her bag and draped it over her chest, tying it tightly to create a barrier between them.

“Which side do you want to sleep?” he asked. His voice was gruff as he tried to angle his leg in front of the unwelcome erection. Riya looked up from her phone, her eyes widening slightly. “Uh, I’ll take the left side,” she said quickly, hoping to avoid any awkwardness.

As she settled into the narrow space, she couldn’t help but feel the heat from her father’s body next to hers. “We can sleep back to back,” Rajiv mumbled, his voice thick with discomfort. Riya  nodded, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t believe she had to share a sleeper with her father like this.

She rolled over onto her side, her back to him. The fabric of her churidar whispered against his pants as she settled. She felt the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against her ass. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she froze, unsure of what to do.

He swallowed hard, trying to push down the urge to pull her closer, to kiss her cheek like he had done so many times when she was a child. But she wasn’t a child anymore. She was a beautiful, grown woman. The way she was lying, her curves pressing into him, was driving him mad with desire.

The bus shuddered and lurched around corners, making her ass grind over his pants. “Riya,” he finally ventured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very fabric of the sleeper, “are you comfortable?”

Riya could feel his warm breath on her neck. She tensed at the realization of his erection pressing against her. Instead, she let out a soft “Mmmm,” feigning sleep as she felt the head of his cock nudge at her entrance through the fabric of their clothes.

“Are you wearing pants?” Riya spoke, not opening her eyes, but the mischief in her voice was unmistakable. Rajiv’s hand stilled on the curtain. “What?” he said, his voice tight. “You don’t have to wear pants,” she repeated her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

Rajiv’s eyes widened, his hand frozen in place. “What are you saying?” he managed to ask. Riya’s smile grew, and “I’m just saying,” she said, her voice a purr, “you don’t have to wear pants if it’s too hot.” Rajiv felt the blood rushing to his face as his cock strained against the fabric of his trousers.

“Riya,” he began, his voice………..to be continue