1. Detours (Part 3 of 3)


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

    buttons, firing through thirty channels of sports news, infomercials, old sitcoms, and dead air. She probably went through three revolutions in a minute before giving up and leaving it on a channel broadcasting an old Friends episode, just for the sake of having some white noise fill the room. A short while after she finished her second can of beer, she slowly fell back into the bed. She held up her car keys and regarded it for a couple of minutes, the lucky rabbit’s foot dangling above her. Eventually, she passed out. *** “Whuzzat?” Bonnie sat up in bed suddenly, roused by what she thought was a voice. She blinked then squinted, focusing on the television. A repeat episode of Law & Order was now playing. As she scratched her head and rubbed her face, she whined softly. Leaning aside, she checked the clock; she’d been asleep for two hours. A growling rumble of thunder rolled outside. Bonnie heard the heavy spatter of rain drops against the roof and window of the motel. She could tell that the storm was just beginning to pick up. A fleeting thought skirted across her mind and she sat upright and alert. “Donovan,” she whispered. Without another thought or hesitation, she stood up and walked to the door. When she opened it, she was confronted by a tall shadowy figure, filling her doorway. Bonnie jumped back, a sharp pitched gasp wheezing from her throat. “Oh… God! Donovan?” she exclaimed, quickly identifying the form and face of the hitchhiker. “Holy shit. Don’t do that!” ...
    Donovan stood in the rain, his bag at his side and his jacket pulled over his head. He allowed Bonnie a moment to catch her breath before he asked, “Would it be okay if I stayed in the car?” “What?” Bonnie’s heart had just settled back into her chest. He nodded back toward her car. She looked around him and it dawned on her what he was requesting. “Oh. My car,” she said. She frowned, then finally kicked herself when she realized the man was still patiently standing in the downpour as she tried to make up her mind. She shook her head and said, “Why don’t you just come inside?” Donovan paused. “You sure?” She shook her head again. “Just get in. Hurry. The rain’s coming in.” He stepped into the room and she quickly closed the door. Standing by the bed, he dropped his bag on the floor and looked around her room, seemingly none too bothered about the fact he was sopping wet. Bonnie looked at him like some big dog that had appeared in her living room. “Do you want to go dry off in the bathroom?” she finally asked. Donovan picked up his bag and walked to the back and into the bathroom. When the door shut behind him, Bonnie pushed her bangs up and exhaled a very long puff of air. Before she thought of what to do next with Donovan, she quickly went around the room, putting away the nachos, throwing out her beer cans, and stuffing her clothes back into her luggage. The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she heard the bathroom door open again. She turned around to find Donovan ...
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