A crazy Rapido ride

I’m a 25f, in a genuinely healthy and happy relationship. I went clubbing, got pretty high, and ended up in a situation that’s been bothering me mentally. I couldn’t find a cab, so I booked a Rapido bike.
During the ride, the driver kept braking really hard and frequently. Because of that, I was repeatedly thrown forward against him, to the point where my breasts were pressed against his back multiple times. I didn’t intend for this to happen, and I didn’t do anything to encourage it. I was intoxicated, uncomfortable, and honestly just wanted to get home safely.
But here’s the part I feel guilty about: for reasons I don’t fully understand, a part of me felt a brief thrill.