1. Detours (Part 3 of 3)


    Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    The Malibu pulled into the unpaved parking space just in front of the office of the Traveller’s Lodge. The ten room strip motel was just off the side of the roadway, located between here and there in the middle of the forest. There were only two other cars parked outside when Bonnie and Donovan had arrived. Normally, Bonnie was able to drive much longer into the night. Though she wasn’t exactly tired, she felt like she had needed a break. She and Donovan had barely spoken to each other for the last couple of hours. Unsurprisingly, he seemed fine with that, but she was less so. She continuously shifted in her seat, sitting stiff and upright for most of the way. That awkward feeling lingering between them like a suffocating curtain had distracted her enough to fade what had happened in the forest into a dreamy haze. For a portion of the drive, she had felt like she should try to summon some sort of contempt for what he had pulled on her, yell at him or scold him or something. The conflicting thought was that if she did any of that, her tirade would end up with her kicking him out of the car or Donovan electing to leave on his own. God help her, she wasn’t ready to leave him on the side of the road just yet. She was relieved when she spotted the lights of the first motel they came across. Bonnie turned off her engine and sat there for a moment, staring ahead over the wheel. She hadn’t stopped to consider the room arrangements for the evening. As always, his actions provided ...
    her with the answer. Donovan got out of the car first and Bonnie followed. She looked over the roof at the car toward him as he reached down to grab his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and started to walk away from the motel. Bonnie asked anxiously, “Where are you going?” Was he leaving? He turned and said, “I’ll find a spot somewhere to bunk… by a tree or something.” “Oh.” She nodded. Despite herself, she asked, “Are you sure?” As if there was any other option. “Well, if you want to continue on by yourself tomorrow,” he replied, “then I’ll walk on down the road and try to catch another ride.” Confounding man. Confounding man. Inwardly, Bonnie fumed like a boiling pot. “No,” she chirped, shrugging as if a feather had landed on her shoulder, “you can keep riding along with me tomorrow.” Donovan backed across the road. “Then, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said. “Have a good night.” Bonnie watched him as he blended into the darkness and the trees. She walked towards the office and paused by the doorway, turning to look again at the forest. She rubbed her neck, grimaced, and sighed, “Lordy, I hope there aren’t any bears out there.” *** Bonnie sat at the bottom of the bed, legs crossed, feeling a bit more refreshed. After a quick shower, she had changed into some comfy clothes: white, soft cotton shorts, and a loose yellow short-sleeve top. Her eyes closed, she rolled her head around slowly, easing the little twists and knots that had wended into her neck and back during the long ...
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