Riya's breath hitched, and she nodded, her cheeks flaming. She lifted her hips slightly, allowing him to tug her leggings down. The fabric slid over her hips, revealing the damp fabric of her panties.
Rajiv's eyes were glued to the sight of his daughter's half-bare ass, the thin line of fabric the only thing separating his hand from her naked flesh. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his back, his cock throbbing painfully against his boxers.
With trembling hands, he reached down and slid her leggings over her legs, his thumb brushing against the lace of her panties. Riya's breath caught in her throat as she felt the coolness of the air against her skin.
"Where do you feel hot now?" Rajiv asked again, his voice a gruff whisper that seemed to echo in the stillness of the sleeper. Riya's heart raced as she felt his hand on her bare skin. "Everywhere," she murmured, her voice thick with need.
Rajiv's thumb hooked into the elastic of her panties, the fabric sticking to her wetness. He paused, giving her a chance to protest, but she remained still, her breathing rapid and shallow.
"Be specific, Riya," he said, his voice a gruff whisper that seemed to resonate through her very soul. "Where do you feel hot?"
Riya's heart was pounding in her chest, but she knew what she wanted. "Here," she murmured, her hand sliding down to cover her panties.
Rajiv's breath hitched as he felt her hand cover his, guiding it to the side of her panties. He swallowed hard. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to ignore the ache in his cock under his boxer.
"Are you sure?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Rajiv took a deep breath, his hand trembling as he slid his thumb under the elastic of her panties. Riya gasped softly as she felt the cool air hit her exposed flesh. "Let me," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. She reached down and took over, sliding her panties down her legs.
The fabric was wet with her arousal, and she felt a blush spread across her cheeks as she handed them to him. Rajiv took the damp fabric, his cock straining against his boxers. He could see the wetness glistening on her inner thighs, and the scent of her desire was intoxicating.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"Mmhmm," she murmured, her body trembling slightly.
Rajiv's hand hovered over her naked flesh for a moment, the heat of her desire palpable in the air. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.
"Do you like to wear the leggings now?" he asked.
"No, not now," she murmured, her voice filled with a seductive undertone that was unfamiliar to him.
Rajiv felt his resolve wavering as he took in the sight of his daughter lying next to him. Her body was exposed except for the kameez that barely covered her little below her hip. The fabric clung to her breasts, outlining the hardened peaks of her nipples, and her legs were bare and inviting.
"Are you comfortable with kameez only?" he asked, his voice thick with desire and hesitation.
Riya nodded, "Yes, Daddy," she murmured, the word rolling off her tongue in a way that sent a shiver down his spine.
They both shifted awkwardly, trying to find a more comfortable position in the narrow sleeper. Riya rolled onto her side, her back to Rajiv, and felt his cock press against her ass. She couldn't help but gasp at the contact, her body responding in ways she had never felt before.
The bus hit another bump in the road. Riya's body jolted backwards, her ass pressing more firmly against Rajiv's cock. He couldn't take it anymore. With a growl of need, he reached around and cupped one of her breasts, feeling the nipple pebble under his palm.
Riya's eyes shot open, and she..........................to be continue
