When I was 14

I used to travel on Friday nights on a long distance bus back from school to my home. I'd get on the bus about 6pm to travel for an hour and a half or so back to my home with my uncle.

In winter of course it was dark and the bus had individual reading light but most people dozed.

One time a big man sat beside me at the back of the bus and started chatting to me. He seemed to know a lot about my school and some of the teachers and even some of the boys. There were not a lot of people on the bus.

He started touching my thigh just below my school shorts. He whispered to me that I shouldn't be nervous.

I was very nervous but somewhat aroused too. He seemed to have a lot of authority so I didn't like to tell him to stop. It was obvious that he knew a lot of people at my school even the deputy principal.

I let him stroke the inside of my thigh and let his hand slip up inside my shorts leg. The little finger of his left hand strayed up close to my briefs. He kept talking about who he knew and about swimming camp and gymnastics. Even as his hand slipped further up. I felt the touch of his finger on the outside of the pouch of my underpants.

The he leaned over and whispered in my ear words that I remember exactly to this day:

"Open up and let me feel"

I knew he meant he wanted me to undo my fly so he could reach in and touch me more easily.

I hesitated but undid the top of my shorts and undid my zip.

I felt his hand caress me.

Today I hesitate to tell the rest of this story, or even what might have happened. Should I finish it?

This sounds like rape/pedofilia.

Normally I would say that you can tell your story if it makes you feel better.

However, not everybody will read it with good intentions.

When a stranger dude touched you on the bus the first thing you should have said (loud enough for the other folks to clearly hear) : "Get your hand off me--Don't touch me ! " AND then go to another seat away from the dude....

Should definitely finish it!

I hope you can be comfortable with the experience someday. Old wounds are long to heal and leave scars. If you are not comfortable sharing your experience you should definitely not share. I find the trauma of unwanted propositions and actions takes time to pass. From what you have shared it is in the autumn of your feelings and memories of that experience. Soon I wish that your stress will pass. Be brave and share only what you are comfortable with.

I used to travel on Friday nights on a long distance bus back from school to my home. I'd get on the bus about 6pm to travel for an hour and a half or so back to my home with my uncle.

In winter of course it was dark and the bus had individual reading light but most people dozed.

One time a big man sat beside me at the back of the bus and started chatting to me. He seemed to know a lot about my school and some of the teachers and even some of the boys. There were not a lot of people on the bus.

He started touching my thigh just below my school shorts. He whispered to me that I shouldn't be nervous.

I was very nervous but somewhat aroused too. He seemed to have a lot of authority so I didn't like to tell him to stop. It was obvious that he knew a lot of people at my school even the deputy principal.

I let him stroke the inside of my thigh and let his hand slip up inside my shorts leg. The little finger of his left hand strayed up close to my briefs. He kept talking about who he knew and about swimming camp and gymnastics. Even as his hand slipped further up. I felt the touch of his finger on the outside of the pouch of my underpants.

The he leaned over and whispered in my ear words that I remember exactly to this day:

"Open up and let me feel"

I knew he meant he wanted me to undo my fly so he could reach in and touch me more easily.

I hesitated but undid the top of my shorts and undid my zip.

I felt his hand caress me.

Today I hesitate to tell the rest of this story, or even what might have happened. Should I finish it?