I was fifteen and waiting at the bus stop on a Saturday morning to go to my boyfriend's house. I lived by a RAF base, so the majority of people that lived in the village were either members of the RAF or wives/husbands or children of members. Either way, it was pretty obvious when if someone not was affiliated with the RAF, and this creeper definitely wasn't.
So anyway, I was waiting for the bus, it was fairly early like 9am or something, and this guy (mid/late 20s) came and sat with me at the bus stop. He asked me what time the bus was due, despite the time table being behind him. He sat down next to me, and told me that he was new in the area and looking to find some new friends to hang out with and show him around. I told him that I was fifteen and still in secondary school, and that I probably wouldn't be able to show him places that he'd necessarily be interested in. He said that he'd like to take me to the pub, and that he'd sneak me drinks and we could get drunk together. I politely declined. But he pressed further and asked for my phone number. I told him that I was only young and that it would be a bit weird, and that my boyfriend probably wouldn't like it. He argued that it would just be friendly, so to prevent his further pestering I made up a number and gave it to him.
As usual, the bus was late that day and I ended up having to talk to him for 40 minutes longer than I should have. This was about 7 years ago now, so the details are a little hazy, but I remember feeling very uncomfortable with the kinds of questions he was asking me about my school life, my boyfriend, and the amount of times he talked about my appearance, specifically my legs.
The bus finally arrived and I ran on and sat upstairs, hoping he wouldn't see me. But he did. He sat down next to me, blocking me into the seat. I had no escape and I started to feel trapped and uneasy with him. The small seats meant that his thigh was pushed up against mine, but in no way should it have been as close to me as it was. He rested his hand on his thigh, but slid it down so it was in between both of our legs. He began stroking my thigh with his fingers. Being fifteen and feeling very vulnerable, I didn't know what to do. No-one else was on the upstairs of the bus and I was quite scared of him, so I just let him stroke the outside of my thigh for the duration of the bus journey. It was made especially creepy by the fact he had stopped talking to me, and instead just stared at me while I looked out of the window trying to avoid his glare.
When the bus pulled into the station, I got off the bus as soon as I can to run for my next one. But he followed me and came and sat with me at the next bus stop. He'd told me earlier in the day where he was going, and I knew that my connecting bus didn't go there. When I told him that, he said "I know, I just want to make sure you get to wherever you're going" and I repeated (for probably the 18th time that day) that I was going to my boyfriend's house. He got quite angry, saying that he'd been looking after me all morning making sure I wasn't alone etc. He asked me for a kiss, but I, of course, refused. Then he called me a stuck-up bitch and walked off, and I never saw him again!
TL;DR: creepy 30 year old trapped 15 year old me on a bus