"Riya," he began, his voice thick with unspoken need, "are you sure?" Her smile grew more playful, her gaze full of something he had never seen before. "Why, Daddy," she murmured, "are you uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine," he said, his voice a croak. "But we should get some sleep."
Riya's eyes sparkled with a knowing look, but she didn't push further. Instead, she rolled onto her side, giving him a little more space. Rajiv took a deep breath and closed his eyes, willing his erection to subside. But it was no use. The damage had been done.
With trembling hands, he reached down, his fingers fumbling with the zip of his pants. The fabric gave a faint protest as he worked his way down, the sound of the material tearing sending a thrill through his body. She could feel his hand moving closer.
When his hand finally touched her ass while unzipping his pants, she bit her lip to keep from gasping. The sound of the zipper seemed to echo through the small space, and Riya felt a thrill of anticipation race through her body.
"Daddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the bus's engine, "are you okay?" Rajiv's hand froze on the zipper. "Yes," he lied, his voice strained. "Just trying to get comfortable."
Riya could feel the heat radiating from his hand, and she knew he wasn't telling the truth. Her heart raced as she waited for his next move, her body tingling with excitement. Rajiv took a deep breath. He kept his hand on her ass.
"Are you feeling hot, Riya?" he asked, his voice a rumble that seemed to echo in the confined space of the sleeper.
"A little," she murmured, her voice a soft invitation.
Rajiv's hand remained still on her ass, "Where?" he asked again, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through her very bones.
Riya felt a shiver run down her spine. "Everywhere," she murmured, her eyes still closed, playing the innocent card.
"Maybe we should remove some of your clothes," Rajiv suggested, his voice a mix of uncertainty and desire. "Will that help?"
"Maybe," she said softly, her voice betraying none of the tumult inside her.
Rajiv took another deep breath, his hand still resting on her ass. He slid it around to her hip, feeling the smooth fabric of her churidar. "Which cloth should be removed to reduce the heat?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to fill the small space.
"Maybe the innerwear's," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rajiv's hand paused, his mind racing with............to be continue
