The Bus Guy

This story is a work of fantasy, and all participants are fictional and adults. In real life, please respect the people around you and ensure mutual consent at all times.

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THE BUS GUY (Story 2/2)

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This is Eva's view on events.

Note that initially I had a more explicit description of events in her youth, but I removed these in order to try and stay within the content policy around minors and experiences they might have.

This is Eva's female point of view, the mirror story of "THE BUS GIRL".

Although still explicit, this story is a bit more tame than "LEA'S PHOTOSHOOT", or "I NEVER KNEW"

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Buenos diaz, I am Eva, a 26 year old law student. I live in Mairena del Alcor, near Sevilla, Spain with my mother, father and my 2 year older brother. I am not seeing anyone. I have not ever seen anyone of been with anyone before today.

My sexuality is a bit off. Sure I do get warm feelings in my groin, and I do turn to helping myself more than enough, getting my fair share of sexual release. No worries there.

I just have issues with intimacy, plus, I am attracted to older men, in their late 40s, early 50s. It is for this reason that I never found it really comfortable seeing someone who is in my own age range.

My brother looks after me as if I were his own girlfriend. No, not in a sexual way, but in a caring way.

I do love all that attention from my brother, but unfortunately, the reason for his caring nature is not very cheerful.

I have no normal experience with sex or intimacy. This is all due to a friend of the family, Julio, who must have been around 47 or 48 back in the days.

My own age was 14 and he had noticed me, and taken a liking to me. Not in a good way.

The first time it happened, he was going to the rest room while I came down the stairs, wanting to pass him.

We were alone in the hallway. I remember him smiling to me, and I smiled back at him, but suddenly his look turned serious.

He stopped me from walking past him by placing a hand on my hips. I stopped and he immediately started rubbing my side up and down.

"Eva," he said, "can I tell you something private?"

I was curious, sure, but he did not wait for my answer. Instead he continued talking.

"You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen..." while moving his hand to my ass, squeezing it lightly.

Then he just walked towards the restroom, leaving me there, perplexed.

I did not know what sex was, nor inappropriate groping. It did feel nice what he did to me however. God I was so ignorant and naive.

Over the next months, he made sure that when he visited our house, he could get me alone, continuing his administrations with me.

In the meantime had turned 15, and I had not told anyone of my encounters with him. By now I knew this was a secret. He had not corrupted my mind and had not blackmailed me in any way. He had simply asked me to not tell anyone about us.

For over a year this continued and he never tried to be more intimate with me than feeling me up over my clothes briefly.

One day, when I was alone at home, he did his usual stuff with me, with one exception. He asked me to sit down at the kitchen table, turned the chair towards him, took out his thing (that's wat I called it in those days) and wanked himself off, messing up my neck and t-shirt over my boobs.

It was a shocking experience. I did not understand it at all. I felt dirty. As I had seen his bare member I was also embarrassed and felt feelings of shame.

He asked me again to not tell anyone as they would not understand. This time he told me I would get into trouble if anyone found out.

I did not talk to anyone about this, my mind now corrupted with emotional blackmail. After a few months I had googled a lot about what was happening to me and decided that he was molesting me, touching me in inappropriate ways and trying to get me to do stuff that 15 year old girls should not be doing.

I made sure I never was alone with him anymore. It worked mostly, except for one time, when I came from the bathroom, and he was already waiting there for me.

He pushed me back into the bathroom and took out his member right away. It was very erect. I did not want it and I started saying "No uncle Julio," very loudly, and squirming away from him, loudly closing the door with a bang.

When I came out of the bathroom, my brother walked into the hallway, alarmed by my loud talking and the sound of the door. He saw tears in my eyes and needless to say, that was the last time ever that Julio set foot in our house. Later I learned my parents had detained him, alerted the police and they picked him up.

My brother was a charm. I am sure he did not know how to deal with the situation, and I think I remember seeing tears in the corners of his eyes too as he held me close hugging me, but he was there for me. He cared for me, protected me, ever since that day.

Something had changed for me in that time. By the time I became 18, I had taken interested in men in their late forties only. Mature, still fit men, with lush hair that had started shades of grey especially. Thinking back now at 26, that was exactly the way my so called 'uncle' looked.

At nineteen I had tried being with a guy my age, but all he wanted is getting laid.

A few months ago, when I was still 25, I had carefully tried being with a 26 year old man, a remote friend of the family. We really had liked each other for a long time, and there was a good chemistry. At one day we hooked up, only for me to get disappointed again. He tried getting into my pants within the first our of being alone. It was too much for me, too fast.

I was still a virgin. My encounters had left me in a very insecure place mentally. I needed someone I could trust. Someone who could let me be in control.

Sure I got horny, but mostly by looking at middle-aged men, and I never trusted myself going any further than looking. Past trauma was there, only I was not aware of this initially.

I had started seeing a female therapist for some time. We talked a lot about my situation, how I got there, what it meant for me in the past few years, and still today. The whole ordeal had left me damaged somehow. I was convinced that I was sexually 'off' a bit. I was sure that the traumatic experience in my youth was not a natural attraction.

Lana (my therapist) had ensured me that, although there could be some truth in my suspicions, there also was no such thing as 'normal' sexuality. There was all kinds of preferences and likings, and I was not alone with mine. Many younger girls fancy older men, for various reasons. She tried reassuring me a few times, but still it felt odd to me.

She was also the one who encouraged me to seeing men again, and trying to take it slow. But since my first experience with someone my age, I had only tried being intimate one more time, recently when 25. Both were encounters that had me pressured into things I was not ready for.

I really needed to be in control, otherwise I knew I would chicken out. I would need to set the pace.

Since a few weeks however, I found myself quite horny on most days. It had been 2 weeks since my last period and immediately after my interest in men had spiked. This was so not normal for me. I had a horny period before, which made me meet up with our family friend, and now it was even worse.

For the past week I had been at a legal seminar in Valencia, recommended to me by my professor. He indicated it would be good for networking, something I would need to have if I wanted to progress my legal career after university.

There were handsome men there, but I was not pursuing my feelings with any of them. On two of the evenings, when I got back to my hotel room I had frustratedly rubbed myself to orgasm to relieve the pressure. Not that it had helped much. It worked for a few hours only.

Today was the last day, and tomorrow I needed to fly home. As my hotel for the week was quite far from the airport, I had decided to spend tonight in another hotel in Valencia, close to the city center and closer to the airport. A 25 minutes taxi ride would get me to the airport from there.

I had travelled by metro and decided to take the last stretch by bus to see some of the city's gorgeous architectural sights. Finally, after a 20 minute wait, the bus pulled up to my bus stop.

When I got on I wanted to sit in one of the front rows, but then I noticed a gorgeous gentleman towards the rear of the bus.

I pulled my stroller further into the bus, and walked to the same row and sat across of him at the opposite side.

I noticed him watching me with a smile while I walked towards him. He looked into my eyes, and then clearly scanned me, taking in the sight.

My seat it was a strategic place so I could act as if I was looking at the sights of the city, but it was really a good position to look at him occasionally, which I gladly did.

He had fairly long and dark wavy hair, with streaks of grey. He must had been around 48 or 49 years or so. His eyes were green, and he sported a well trimmed shallow beard.

He seemed fairly fit for his age. There was no belly, and his shoulders seemed a bit wider than the rest of his body. He was not hard to look at.

I looked at him a few times, and occasionally he was looking back at me. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. He had a gorgeous and comforting smile. I don't know what it was, but I did feel at ease when he looked back at me.

When I looked at him the next time, this changed however. He was moving his hand along his inner thigh, and I think I saw the outline of his cock.

Suddenly he looked at me while I was looking at his legs, and he pulled away his hand, probably trying to get the attention away from the area, clearly embarrased. This however showed the outline of his bulge along the inside of his leg even better.

I was flattered. I could not help it but smile broadly at him, while I looked into his eyes. God did I just give away that I liked him?

His predicament made me kind of hot. A warm feeling was spreading inside my body, and I felt my pussy tingle.

I put my hands in my lap and occasionally thrust my hips up, so my hands could put pressure on my mound.

He did not look at me directly after that, but I could see him looking at me in the window a few times.

God he was really handsome. So mature, looking so strong. I could still see the length of his bulge for a little while, making me smile again a few times. It also made my heart race, and my pussy moist. This never happened to me before.

I checked the display and saw that it was the next stop at which I needed to get off the bus, so I pushed the call button.

I got up, looking at him one more time, only to see him looking back at me. I suspected the both of us might be enjoying the view.

I wrestled my trolley to the door and got off, walking to my hotel.

The doors closed, but then opened again. He got off too. That was weird.

He started walking into the same direction as myself. Was he following me?

With my trolley I walked fairly slow, but he did not get closer to me. It left me with a slightly uncomfortable feeling, making me pick up my speed.

Thankfully the hotel was no more than 500 or 600 meters from the bus stop, and it was a busy street, so I could be inside before anything might happen.

When I saw the hotel entrance, I sighed and was relieved, since I would be entering a safe environment now.

There was no queue, so I walked over to the reception desk and asked to check in.

Suddenly the man from the bus walked past me towards the elevator with his keycard.

I was so relieved that he was not stalking me but instead he really intended to be in the hotel, that I could not help but smile at him.

He nodded at me and smiled back. When the elevator doors opened I could see the outline of his member along the inside of his leg in the mirror of the elevator car. He seemed not to be very small.

I was a bit disappointed when the doors closed. He was really nice to look at, and his 'situation' had made me aroused a bit.

As I had explained earlier, I do get excited sometimes, but I never trust other people enough to follow-up.

As my room was assigned, I wend upstairs to the fifth floor, found the door I needed and held the keycard close to the reader. With a beep and a green light, the door unlocked.

It was actually a nice room, not what I ordered online, but a slight upgrade with a small seating area, equipped with a low table, a sofa and two chairs.

I was quite tired from today's last workshops and networking sessions, so I decided to go to the hotel restaurant instead of going out.

They had a nice selection of wines, and I chose a dark Malbec, enjoying one glass of wine would not hurt I thought.

After I had ordered my meal, I became aware of the pressure in my bladder, so I visited the lady's room and relieved myself.

When I returned into the hotel restaurant I noticed that the man from the bus I had admired earlier, and whom had ogled me too, was sitting at one of the tables to the side of me. It was actually a good place for him to sit, because it allowed me to look at him occasionally without being noticed doing so myself.

I was sipping away at my wine when my salad came. God I loved a whole meal salad. It was nutritious, healthy, and kept me from getting too stuffed in the evening. Today's was a gorgeous salad, topped with sun-dried tomatoes, goat cheese and honey. It was served with dark bread, which was a good combination for me.

While I was eating it was harder to look at the man unnoticed, but when drinking some wine, it was easy for me to 'look around', and take the man in better, visually.

He was really attractive. His hair was dark, and long with waves that made his facial features stand out. His beard was so neatly trimmed, it looked like he had done it 10 minutes ago. The grey streaks of hair along the sides of his head made him so much more attractive. An his eyes.... deep green with a ring of light brown. He looked short of 50, just perfect for my taste.

Again I could feel myself getting turned on.

At the same time I felt nervous.

He was enjoying a nice large and cold Estrella, drops of water running down the outside of the tall glass.

With me looking so often, I drank more wine than anticipated and I had to order another glass.

Sometimes when I looked, he caught me looking and he smiled. I could not help it, but I just had to smile back. Not a closed-mouth smile. However much I tried to give him a decent smile in return, I just had to smile at him, wide-mouthed and with my lips far apart.

I caught him shifting position once in a while, making me curious. He was not.... was he? Unfortunately the tablecloth was hanging over the edge of the table, and I could not look what was under it.

The thought that he was getting hard, and it left him in an uncomfortable position made me smile again. I tried not to look but it was hard not to.

I had not put on a bra before coming downstairs, and my nipples were erect. I tried other thoughts in order to stop them from hardening, but to no avail, every next thought I had were of his potential predicament. I could feel my panties getting damp. God I wish I were alone and could caress my nipples.

By the time I had finished my salad, he had finished his meal too, a good looking steak. I ordered my cheque, and he did the same.

The waiter came with both our receipts and asked us to sign ours. He signed his right before me, and when getting up, I think I noticed his bulge again, but he turned away to the elevator too fast before I could get a proper look.

As I signed mine, I walked over to the lobby and joined him waiting for the elevator.

When the elevator car came, he motioned for me to go first, saying "After you..." with a big smile, but as he moved his hand towards the elevator motioning for me to go ahead first, I could clearly see a defined shape along the inside of his leg.

I pushed the button for the 5th floor, he did the same for the 11th.

While we rode up to 5th, I could not help but look in the mirror and admire the shape along the inside of his leg. It made my nipples go hard again within seconds, only I did not notice myself.

As I got off the elevator I turned my head and caught him looking at my chest. I quickly checked the mirror and there they were, my very erect nipples. I should have worn a bra really.

I could not suppress a smirk so the corners of my mouth pointed upward, now being caught myself. I quickly walked out of his line of sight to my room.

The clerk had explained that there is an adult-only sauna on level 1, so I took a large towel and my bathrobe, and made my way to the first floor.

I noticed some people in the hotel gym, but the sauna area was deserted. The changing room's lockers were all open and empty. I quickly undressed and locked up my stuff, wrapping myself in the towel and walked to the sauna area.

It was actually very luxurious, and included a steam room. As I pushed the button to start it I heard the machinery come to life quietly. The glass door allowed me to see the light inside dim to a very low level. It would take around 15-20 minutes for the steam room to be ready, according to the sign next to the door.

I went into the Finnish sauna, which was already heated properly when I walked in. As soon as I had gotten used to the temperature, I spooned some water on the hot stones, immediately intensifying the heat. I laid down again for about five more minutes, before it became too hot for me to sustain any longer.

The steam room was ready now.

It was semi-dark and there was so much fog that I could not see any walls anymore. I sat down at the wall opposite of the glass door. The fog made it impossible for me to see the door.

As it was an adult only sauna, I felt free to drape the towel on the stone bench and lay down on it naked.

I was savoring the steam which was aromatized with eucalyptus. It was nice, so I inhaled deeply.

It made me feel so relaxed that I almost fell asleep, when silently the door opened. For a short moment the fog was reduced well enough to see what I thought was a male figure entering the sauna, but right away the fog became so dense that the shape disappeared.

I could still hear him though. He moved to my left side and sat down, or he laid down. Not sure, I could not see him at all.

After a few minutes, I heard him get up, and the fabric of his towel rustled. I think he was draping his towel across the stone bench too and laid down.

I heard him sigh and a satisfying "Mmmmmm......" sigh came from him. Then he was silent.... until...

I was not sure but but I think I could hear him moan very silently. There were some almost soundless "Ooooohhhh" and "Uhhhh....." sounds. Not really pronounced, but I could hear his breathing.

Those sounds had me aroused again. Him playing with himself gave me tingles and I was getting worked up too. I had already considered helping myself a few times during the day, but did not do anything about it, leaving me more and more frustrated with sexual tension.

I checked whether he could see me. I could not see him still, so all good.

I gently squeezed my boobs and rubbed my nipples. Then I massaged my boobs some more, squeezing and pulling on my nipples occasionally.

God I felt good, touching myself in a forbidden way unbeknownst to my neighbor. I let one hand wander downwards to my mound and pushed and rubbed myself there, leading to electric sensations, especially when pulling my nipple with the other hand.

The man was getting more and more exited, and I could hear he was intentionally changing rhythm. Slow.... "Uhhhhh....", faster "Uh..", slow again "Ahhhhhwwwwggggg...", very fast "Oh! Oh! Oh!"