The Guy from the Bus Followed Me to the Beach

I was heading to the coast to spend a few days with my family, and the only cheap way to get there was that regular bus that stopped in every town along the way. A journey that took four hours by car turned into ten long hours of sticky seats and air conditioning that never quite worked. It was scorching that day, so I had put on the coolest thing I could find: a pleated miniskirt and a thin-strapped top. A slightly daring outfit, yes, but it was the last thing I had left outside my suitcase. If anyone got nervous looking at me, that was their problem.

At a stop on the outskirts of Seville, a guy about my age got on, looking like a college student judging by his backpack and glasses. I gave him the window seat, and we started talking almost without realizing it. His name was Adrián. He was nice, a little shy, but he had firm arms and his chest showed beneath his T-shirt. I liked that more than I wanted to admit at the time.

—How far are you going? —he asked me.

—To the end of the line —I said.

—I can’t believe it. Me too.

It turned out we were going to the same town and that he knew a couple of people from my circle of friends. He looked straight into my eyes without trying to hide it, with an insistence that gave me goose bumps. And then, without beating around the bush, he asked whether I had a boyfriend.

—No —I replied.

—Then, could we see each other? —He lowered his voice—. Ever since I saw you looking for a seat, I’ve been floating. Your scent has me dazed.

As he said it, he rested his hand on my thigh. He didn’t move it; he just left it there, as if gauging my reaction. I smiled. What was I going to do, push him away? I didn’t want to, either. His fingertips began stroking my skin with such a subtle touch that I almost had to look to make sure it was really happening. I liked it. I felt myself growing wet, that familiar heat between my legs that I hadn’t felt so strongly in months.

—I love how you smell —he whispered close to my ear—. If there weren’t anyone around, I’d kiss you all over.

I didn’t know whether he meant my perfume or something more intimate, but I imagined his lips moving down my body, and my breath caught for a second.

***

Adrián was determined to make the most of the hours we had left. He slipped one arm around my back and, with the other, gathered up my legs and rested them between his. I let him do it like a doll, half surrendered to the game. He kissed my neck slowly and, between kisses, asked me about my studies, what I liked, my life. And I told him everything, completely spellbound by his attention.

We stopped at a service area to stretch our legs and get something to drink. While we waited for our coffees, he leaned close to my ear and suggested that I go to the bathroom with him, where he could tell me in detail everything he wanted to do to me. I felt a little cornered, so I said no and got back on the bus alone. He took a while to show up. When he sat down beside me again, he apologized.

—Sorry. I’m just so turned on it was hurting. I’m calmer now.

I imagined what he had gone to do in the bathroom and, instead of bothering me, the thought brought back the tingling between my legs. Wow, look at me. Thinking about him relieving himself because of me turned me on more than I was willing to admit to him.

***

When night fell, exhaustion overcame me. Adrián offered to be my pillow, and I, without thinking too much about it, rested my head in his lap. I closed my eyes. Sometimes I felt his hands moving slowly over my hip, or slipping between his body and mine, but the movements were so slow that I didn’t mind. At one point I felt something very hot pressing against my chest, right where it rested between his legs. I pretended to be asleep. I thought it wasn’t such a big deal to let him rub against me.

A sudden hard brake woke me up, and I nearly went flying out of the seat. He caught me, wrapping both arms around me, but, as if by accident, one of his hands ended up closed over one of my breasts. And he didn’t move it away. He caressed it while searching for my eyes in the darkness. It didn’t seem like a bad idea to kiss him and touch him too. I sat up, straddled his hips in the darkness of the sleeping bus, and we kissed slowly, holding back our moans so we wouldn’t wake anyone.

What I didn’t realize until later was that he must have had his penis out of his pants, because when I settled onto him, I felt his member slip between my thighs. It wasn’t dry, but wet and hot. I didn’t care. I loved the way he kissed me, the way he caressed my buttocks beneath my skirt. I thought about taking off my panties and letting myself go right there, but doing it with a stranger and without protection seemed crazy. Somehow I fell asleep again, wrapped in his arms.

***

When I woke up, I returned to my seat. My thighs felt sticky. I touched myself and found a small puddle, though I didn’t know whether it was saliva or something else. My sex life was pretty poor, more from embarrassment than a lack of desire, so it confused me. I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised that he had come with his member rubbing against my skin; after all, I had allowed it.

But there was something strange in my mouth, an almond flavor I didn’t recognize. I spat a little into my hand, and it smelled just like what I had on my thigh. I looked at his fly: not a trace of stains. I didn’t know what to think. If it was semen, the shameless bastard had gone way too far; and if it was saliva, then I was the slobbering one. In the end I swallowed my doubts and, discreetly, gathered the rest from my thigh with a finger and brought it to my lips. It didn’t taste bad. Sweet almonds. Adrián was watching me from the corner of his eye with an unmistakably interested expression.

Then I kissed him on the mouth. If it was his, he could have his share back. I didn’t meet any resistance. I closed my eyes and kissed him eagerly, licking and slowly sucking his tongue as if it were something else. If he had made even the slightest disgusted expression, I would have known the truth; but he returned my kiss with the same intensity, and that was enough for me.

***

At last we arrived at our destination. We walked to my house and, on the way, he suggested that we go down to the beach later for a swim. I thought it would lead to more, but no, he was perfectly gentlemanly. Besides, my parents were at home. We arranged to meet by the beach bar at sunset.

I put on a red bikini and arrived before him. I saw him approaching in the distance across the sand, so I spread out my towel and lay face down, leaving my ass clearly on display. When he took off his shirt, I confirmed what I had imagined on the bus: he was fit, with a defined stomach. It always happens to me when I see a guy like that; my head fills with ideas.

We went into the water. He told me I was beautiful, that I was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, that he had wanted me from the very first moment. I blushed and let him hold me. We kissed among the waves, and he asked me to eat his tongue as I had on the bus, confessing that he had nearly come that time just from that. I brought my tongue to his and slowly sucked it, like melting ice cream. My nipples were so hard that the bikini rubbing against them hurt. I couldn’t take it anymore. I took his hand and asked where he lived.

***

It wasn’t far away. He lived alone; his parents spent the summer elsewhere, and he had the house to himself. I went up to his bedroom and sat on his bed, looking at him with a smile that said everything. But instead of throwing himself at me, he invited me to take a shower to wash off the salt and sand. I went toward the bathroom, and he followed.

I stepped into the shower and he got in with me. He unfastened the top of my bikini, and my breasts were barely an inch from his body. He crouched down and lowered my panties with deliberate slowness. He told me he loved seeing me shaved, and it was true that I took great care of that area. He stood up, turned on the tap, and let the warm water fall over both of us. I pulled his swim trunks down below his ass. I didn’t want to look yet; I wanted to prolong the anticipation.

He took a sponge and began soaping me slowly, sliding it over my neck, my breasts, my belly. Then he put it in my hands so I could do the same to him. This time I looked. His member was an average size, but eager. As I rubbed it with the sponge, it hardened between my fingers. We embraced, both of us covered in soap, and I felt his erection pressed against my belly, throbbing. I turned on the water to rinse us off. We separated a little, though he was still resting against my stomach. He took my breasts, caressed and squeezed them, and ended up catching one nipple in his mouth. I felt myself melting inside.

***

We got out of the shower, and he led me by the hand to the large bed in the master bedroom. He positioned himself over me and entered slowly, all the way. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him toward me. I thought he would last only a short while, but he didn’t; after a good while of thrusting, he asked me to change positions and get on the bottom.

I climbed on top of him, my legs still trembling. He held his member upright and, with his other hand, guided me until he positioned it right at the entrance. I lowered myself little by little, feeling him fill me inch by inch. Once he was completely inside me, I leaned over him and brought my breasts close to his face. As I moved over his hips, he licked and squeezed them, gripping my buttocks with both hands and setting the pace.

I couldn’t take any more. My thighs were exhausted from riding him, and my body was undone by all the built-up arousal during the journey. Suddenly I felt intense heat deep inside me, and almost at the same time, a lash of pleasure ran from my head to my toes. He seemed suspended, eyes closed. I had to collapse on top of him because my arms could no longer hold me up. After a while I felt a thick fluid sliding down my thighs, a mixture of both of us. And it smelled like almonds, of course.

I kissed him and went to take another shower. Adrián stayed lying down, making no attempt to hide that he was watching my ass as I crossed the bathroom door.

That summer I never managed to get a tan. But I got so much exercise from the waist down that I came back with more defined legs and abs than ever. I’m not complaining.