Bus + despair = Adventure

To initiate this story I want to thank the person who made me discover this page. I've been following for a long time but never felt like publishing anything, until now that I've become quite frequent reader of the stories published here. I'd like to start by saying I'm not an expert in the topic and this is my first story I dare to write and maybe will continue later because I have good experiences to share. My name is Daniela, I'm 26 years old at the moment and from Ecuador, for those who don't know me. This happened about a year ago since I ended my relationship with my last partner. We had planned that I would visit him where he was living due to work reasons, on a Friday evening. I was 4 hours away so I left calculating to arrive at the time he could pick me up from his work, during the trip he told me he was going out with coworkers and that I should leave later but that he would be waiting for me. However my surprise was that approximately 30 minutes before arriving he stopped responding, no calls or messages. I arrived at 10 pm and I was alone in the terminal so I took a taxi to where he lived since I knew the way but it's kind of dangerous at that hour. I arrived at his house and he wasn't there because his car wasn't there and nobody answered. I had to go back to the terminal in the same taxi and wait. Around 12 am and never got a response, I was crying, disappointed by this situation and others he already made me feel like that's it, it's over. In the terminal there were no direct buses to my city so I would take another one for transfer. Regularly interprovincial buses give you your seat number and when it's full you have to respect that. Well, that was it. I went back and someone around 30 years old sat down next to me who I asked if he could move to the aisle because I like traveling In the window, to which he accessed very kindly. We didn't speak again but I noticed how he looked at me occasionally without giving it much importance. Approximately 2 hours after leaving, I received calls and messages, already imagining who from, saying they had run out of battery, etc., so I turned off my phone and couldn't help crying. This led to the gentleman next to me striking up a conversation. He was kind, calmed me down, flattered me, and surprisingly we ended up having something called guanchaca, which he had for the cold. At first, I didn't want to take it but later accepted due to his insistence. The conversation advanced until it was time for me to leave and to my surprise he offered to accompany me to my next destination. There hadn't been one yet and I had to wait until 5am when the first bus left. He told us to wait at the terminal, we kept taking his drink until the conversation got out of control and became very sexual. I felt like my face was burning and also how that heat was slowly building up down there. In a moment of distraction, he already had his hands inside my pants, saying: - You can tell it's something you enjoy when people say dirty things to you, your hair is already asking for cock. I didn't say anything but was already given over to that man who happened to travel with me. We didn't say anything but he had already seen a taxi and even a place to wait for the next bus taking me to my destination. We went to a motel, which was relatively close, we weren't there for five minutes in the taxi, but what really got me was when he told the taxi driver: - Thanks, today I'm going to give this slut what she hasn't had in her life. We kept drinking his drink and it was arriving and entering. We undressed quickly and I won't say it was an incredible experience but yes, very exciting. The warmth of the alcohol and excitement did their part. He. He put on the condom and lay down, I got on top of him and started riding, moving up and down, forward and backward. His penis would sometimes come out and he'd put it back in. That went on until he finished and told me he couldn't take anymore. I went to bathe, he fell asleep and the next day I left alone, continuing with my life. Never again did I pay attention to my ex, but it was an experience that only remembering makes me hot. I hope you like this experience, it's the first story I've dared to write and thanks to the people who introduced me to this community. Greetings