The bus felt like a lover’s embrace; anonymous, warm and comforting. As we drove, I felt the hidden fire between us growing. I cast furtive glances towards him and watched the way his lips moved and the heat in his eyes. When our fingers brushed, it felt like dynamite exploding and sent sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins. I wanted him to take me away, to kiss me and kiss me until I was completely lost in ecstasy.