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So, there I was, stepping onto a crowded tram, fresh from the beach, wearing nothing but my bikini and a sarong. The sun had heated up the atmosphere, and the tight space of the tram only intensified the heat. As luck would have it, there was a local Portuguese hottie standing right next to me.

With the tram jostling and swaying, it was inevitable that our bodies would occasionally collide. At first, it was just an innocent accident, but I couldn't help but notice how sexy he was. His casual beard added to his rugged charm, and the way he looked at me spoke volumes of our mutual attraction. It was as if the crowded tram had become our own little secret playground.

As the ride continued, those accidental bumps became less accidental, and a spark of excitement ignited between us. We both started to enjoy the physical contact, the anticipation building with each jolt of the tram. It was an unspoken agreement that we were eager for the next bump, craving that subtle humping sensation against each other.

Feeling daring, I turned my body more towards him, wanting to explore this newfound chemistry. His knee was conveniently bent, inviting me to slide my moist, eager core against his leg, knowing that the next bump would send waves of pleasure coursing through me. My breasts, just below his chin, created a tantalizing cleavage that he couldn't resist stealing glances at.

The tram ride became a delicious game of desire, hidden in plain sight. We reveled in the thrill of the forbidden, the heat of the moment making us forget about the world around us. Each bump brought us closer, our bodies moving in harmony, teasing and pleasing each other in the most subtle yet exhilarating way.

I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that washed over me.

He knew exactly what he was doing, skillfully using the movement of the tram to stimulate me in the most delicious way. His knee pressed against my heated core, creating a friction that built up the intensity with every bump. It was as if he could read my body's responses, adjusting the pressure and speed to bring me to the brink of ecstasy.

As the tram ride continued, the pleasure intensified, and I found myself succumbing to the overwhelming sensations. The combination of his knee rubbing against me and the excitement of the situation pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the heat building, the familiar coil of desire tightening within me.

And then, with one particularly powerful jolt of the tram, the pleasure became almost too much to bear. A wave of ecstasy crashed over me, and I couldn't help but let out a moan of pure bliss. I nearly had an orgasm wash over me, leaving me breathless and craving more.

But then as the tram came to a screeching halt at the next stop, he reluctantly pulled away, a mix of disappointment and longing in his eyes.

With a lingering touch and a whispered promise of more to come, he stepped off the tram, leaving me there, breathless and hungry for his touch. The sudden absence of his knee against me left me yearning for more, my body craving the intimate connection we had shared. 

As the tram doors closed behind him, I watched him disappear into the bustling crowd, a bittersweet ache settling within me. The fleeting encounter had left me desperate for his return, eager to continue where we had left off. I couldn't help but imagine the possibilities, the tantalizing adventures that awaited us.