The Boy on the Bus Followed Me to the Beach

I was headed to the coast to spend a few days with my family, and the only cheap way to get there was that scheduled bus that stopped in every town along the way. A trip that by car took four hours became ten long hours of sticky seats and air-conditioning that never quite worked. It was brutally hot that day, so I had put on the coolest things 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 flustered looking at me, that was their problem.

At a stop on the outskirts of Seville, a guy my age got on, looking like a college student because of 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 strong arms and his chest showed through his T-shirt. I liked that more than I wanted to admit at the time.

—How far are you going? —he asked me.

—All the way to the end of the line —I said.

—I can’t believe it. Me too.

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

—No —I replied.

—Then, could we see each other? —He lowered his voice—. Since I saw you looking for a seat, I’ve felt like I’m floating. Your smell has me dazed.

As he said it, he rested his hand on my thigh. He didn’t move it, just left it there, as if he were measuring my reaction. I smiled. What was I going to do, push him away? I didn’t want to, either. His fingertips started 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 getting wet, that familiar heat between my legs that I hadn’t felt so strongly in months.

—I love the way you smell —he whispered against my ear—. If there weren’t anyone around, I’d cover you in kisses.

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

***

Adrián was determined to make the most of the hours we had left. He put one arm around my back and, with the other, gathered my legs and rested them between his. I let him handle me 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, dazzled by his attention.

We stopped at a service area to stretch our legs and have something to drink. While we waited for the coffees, he leaned into my ear and предложed going to the bathroom with him, to tell me in detail everything he wanted to do to me. I felt a little cornered, so I said no and went back up onto the bus on my own. It took him a while to show up. When he sat down beside me again, he apologized.

—Sorry. It’s just that I’m so turned on it hurt. I’m calmer now.

I imagined what he had gone into the bathroom to do and, instead of annoying me, the thought brought the tingle back 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 got the better of me. Adrián offered to be my pillow and I, without thinking too much about it, laid my head in his lap. I closed my eyes. Sometimes I felt his hands moving slowly over my hip, or sliding 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 brake woke me up and I nearly went flying off the seat. He held me, wrapping both arms around me, but, as if by chance, one of his hands ended up closed over one of my breasts. And he didn’t take it away. He stroked it while he searched for my eyes in the dim light. It seemed like a good idea to kiss him and put my hand on him too. I sat up, straddled his hips in the darkness of the sleeping bus, and we kissed slowly, holding back our gasps so as not to wake anyone.

What I didn’t realize until later was that he must have had his cock out of his pants, because when I settled over him I felt his shaft slide between my thighs. It wasn’t dry, but wet, hot. I didn’t mind. I loved the way he kissed me, the way he caressed my ass under my skirt. I thought about taking off my panties and letting go right there, but doing it with a stranger and without protection seemed insane. Somehow I ended up asleep again, wrapped around him.

***

When I woke up, I went back to my seat. I felt my thighs sticky. I touched myself and found a small puddle, I didn’t know if it was spit or something else. My sex life was pretty poor, more because of embarrassment than lack of desire, so that threw me off. I figured I shouldn’t be surprised that he’d come with his cock rubbing against my skin; after all, I had let him.

But I had something strange in my mouth, an almond taste I didn’t recognize. I spat a little into my hand and it smelled the same as what I had on my thigh. I looked at his fly: no sign 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 spit, then I was the slob. In the end I swallowed my doubt and, discreetly, gathered the rest from my thigh with one finger and brought it to my lips. It didn’t taste bad. Sweet almonds. Adrián was watching me out of the corner of his eye with a look of genuine interest.

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

***

We finally arrived at our destination. We walked to my house and, along the way, he suggested we later go down to the beach for a swim. I thought it might lead to more, but no, he was nothing if not gentlemanly. Besides, my parents were at home. We agreed to meet by the beach bar at dusk.

I put on a red bikini and got there before he did. I saw him coming from far away across the sand, so I spread out the towel and lay down face-first, leaving my ass clearly on display. When he took off his shirt, I confirmed what I had imagined on the bus: he was in shape, with a defined stomach. It always happens to me when I see a guy like that, my head fills up with ideas.

We went into the water. He told me I was gorgeous, that I was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, that he had wanted me from the very first moment. I blushed and let myself be held. We kissed between the waves and he asked me to lick his tongue like on the bus, confessing that that time he had almost come just from that. I brought my tongue to his and sucked it slowly, like a melting ice cream. His nipples were so hard the rubbing of my bikini hurt. I couldn’t take it anymore. I took his hand and asked him where he lived.

***

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

I got into the shower stall and he slipped in with me. He unclasped the top of my bikini and my breasts were left a millimeter from his body. He bent down and slowly, deliberately, pulled my bikini bottoms down. He told me he loved seeing me shaved, and it’s true that I take very good care of that area. He straightened, turned on the tap, and let warm water fall over both of us. I pulled his swim trunks down to below his ass. I didn’t want to look yet; I wanted to stretch out the anticipation.

He took a sponge and started soaping me slowly, sliding it over my neck, my breasts, my stomach. Then he put it in my hands so I could do the same to him. This time I did look. His cock was average-sized, but eager. As I rubbed it with the sponge, it stiffened between my fingers. We held each other, both covered in soap, and I felt his erection pressed tight against my belly, throbbing. I turned the water on to rinse us. We separated a little, though he was still leaning against my stomach. He took my breasts, stroked them, squeezed them, and finally trapped one nipple in his mouth. I felt myself melting from the inside.

***

We got out of the shower and he led me by the hand to the big bed in the master bedroom. He positioned himself over me and pushed in slowly, all the way to the hilt. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer. I thought he would last only a little while, but no; after a good while of thrusting, he asked to change positions and have himself underneath.

I climbed on top with my legs still trembling. He held his cock upright and, with his other hand, guided me until he placed it right at the entrance. I lowered myself little by little, feeling him fill me centimeter by centimeter. When I had him all the way inside, I leaned over him and brought my breasts close to his face. As I moved on his hips, he licked them and squeezed them, and grabbed my ass with both hands, setting the pace.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My thighs were exhausted from riding him and my body was undone by all the arousal built up during the trip. Suddenly I felt intense heat deep inside and, almost at the same time, a lash of pleasure shot from my head to my toes. He stayed frozen, eyes closed. I had to collapse on top of him because my arms wouldn’t 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 in to take another shower. Adrián stayed lying there, not even pretending not to watch my ass as I crossed the bathroom door.

That summer I didn’t get tan. But I did so much exercise from the waist down that I came back with my legs and abs more defined than ever. I’m not complaining.