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THE BUS GIRL (Story 1/2)
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This is Tom's view on events.
Another story exists, which is THE BUS GUY, explaining Eva's female view of events.
Although still explicit, this story is a bit more tame than "Lea's Photoshoot", or "I never knew".
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I'm Tom, a 48 years old IT consultant with a particular niche skill which takes me worldwide while serving clients. It is a very decent living, but it takes me away from Amy, my wife, 47 years old. We are married for 19 years.
Amy always tells people the secret to our good marriage is that I'm away so often. So in a sense it is because of me always travelling, not in spite of it. Occasionally she travels with me and we make the best of our time abroad. She likes visiting various countries and cultures with me, and she is especially fond of Valencia in Spain. She likes art and architecture, and Valencia has plenty of it.
Amy and I did not have an open marriage, but she knew I had my needs and had told me that in case I got tempted, she would understand it if I would follow up on it, as long as I did not contract anything, and as long as I always came back to her.
She would not approve of a relationship, but a one-night stand was understandable to her, considering we spent so much time of the year apart.
I had never followed up. There was no need.
Yes I have eyes, and yes I know how to use them, so I don't fail to see attractive women. I really appreciate the gorgeous women around me when I am outside. There could even be arousal, but I could always contain my needs until I had some private time and could take care of it myself. Any need not worry, I always told her, meaning that with my full heart.
A recurring customer had me travel to Valencia once again. At the time of telling of this story, I arrived around five weeks ago and had been here three times before, of which two times with Amy.
Unfortunately she could not make arrangements at work to accompany me, so I had travelled alone. This was a pity, since I would be here slightly longer, for at least 6 weeks, maybe more.
After these five weeks in Valencia the customer and I were looking at least to extend with three more weeks with increased pay.
The money was good, but I would have loved to have Amy here with me. Being so long away from her made me feel alone. I really missed her.
Also it put me in a constant state of need. That means that I would be turned on really easily and play with myself more often.
On Friday afternoon in that week, rounding up a long day of work from 7am to 5pm, I found myself in the bus riding to my hotel. The hotel was in the vicinity of Russafa, a popular area with lots of bars and restaurants.
One or two stops after I got onto the bus, a gorgeous young girl entered. She immediately caught my attention. Being around 20-23 years old, she was around 5 foot 2, with shoulder long dark brown hair, cascading in waves. Here eyes were dark brown, almost black, and she had freckles in her face.
She walked with her trolley to the row where I was sitting and sat down at the left side of the bus. I, sitting at the right side, could easily take an occasional peek at her pretending I was looking at the buildings outside.
She was not a student, I would assume from the way she was dressed. Everything about her radiated classy business lady, with high heels and a black pencil skirt, complimented with a white blouse. I could see shades of a black bra.
She was wearing a nice reddish color of lipstick, not the bright red kind, but a more distinguished dark red, almost chestnut red. Her skirt hugged her figure showing that she had curves.
She did not have large breasts, but their shape was definitely defined in her blouse.
Having looked her over a few times, I started getting aroused, and I must have unconsciously started rubbing my cock over my pants, because suddenly she was looking at me. Not into my face, but where my hand was. I was so embarrassed.
I quickly pulled my hands away, but that just showed a defined elongated shape running down my right leg. She definitely saw that, but she did not seem offended. Instead she sported a gorgeous smile, her perfect teeth showing, before she looked away into the window at her side again.
For the remainder of my time on the bus, I avoided looking directly at her, but I watched in the reflection of the window how she looked at me in the window a few times, sometimes smiling.
I wasn't sure but I think she was pushing her hips up a few times, but I couldn't look directly at her, that would be too obvious.
When it was time for me to get off the bus, she pressed the call button just before I could. At the bus stop she got up, looked at me and smiled, got her trolly and got off the bus.
It was my stop too, but I almost forgot to get up. Once I regained my senses, I got off the bus. She was 50 yards ahead, heading in the same direction where I was headed.
She was walking in front of me, graciously. Her gorgeous figure was beautifully outlined by the sun, her hips swaying gracefully from side to side. The view was mesmerizing.
The walk to my hotel was around half a mile, and all the time she walked in the same direction. I was not complaining.
As I deliberately walked a bit slower to stay behind her, I continued enjoying the view.
I was almost at my hotel when she made a sudden left turn and walked into the same hotel in which I was staying.
That was unexpected!
When I got to the hotel and walked in, she was at the reception desk checking in. I tried walking close by but I could not hear her name. Boy was I disappointed.
When I passed her, she looked up and gave me that disarming smile again.
An excited feeling flashed through my body.
I didn't want to be too obvious, so I nodded, smiled and walked on into the elevator. The elevator mirror showed a clear bulge outlined in my pants when I got in. Thankfully no one else was in the elevator car. I quickly made my way to my room.
As usual on any Friday, I took out my laptop to handle any last-minute emails that needed attention.
To my satisfaction only a few were there, and thirty minutes later I headed to the hotel restaurant to grab a bite.
When I got into the restaurant, I was seated at a table that allowed me to overlook most of the tables in the room. There were a few regulars, and a few new people. There was also a table that had a glass of wine and a menu, but no one was seated there.
I ordered a large beer, which came almost in an instant. I took a large gulp, savoring the coolness trailing down my throat... Ahhhh... Needed that.
Suddenly the ladies room door opened and the girl from the bus came out. She spotted me, sported her gorgeous smile again, and got seated at the table with the wine glass.
Her smile sent a tingling feeling into my stomach.
Because of the way the tables were arranged, and how we were seated, we could look at each other sideways if we wanted to.
The waiter came and I could look past him, and at her a few times while ordering a steak, medium, no sauce which was served no more than 15 minutes later.
Now the steak that was served to me was something else. My knife would cut through it almost like butter. That's how tender it was.
As I was savoring the steak, I caught a few more occasional glances at this gorgeous girl, this heavenly creature.
She was eating a salad, topped with sun-dried tomatoes, goat cheese and honey. That salad was very inviting actually. Perhaps something for tomorrow's lunch.
Apparently she had slipped into something more comfortable. She was wearing yoga pants, with a sweater that hid her figure, but still showed the outline of her breasts.
There was a faint defined shape where her nipples were, probably. Sometimes I could see them, sometimes not. I was not sure, but I think she was not wearing a bra.
