1. Detours (Part 2 of 3)


    Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    she pulled up, Donovan climbed into the car. Then they slowly made their way into the woods. “Is it far?” Bonnie asked as they slowly rambled along the dirt road. “A little ways in,” Donovan remarked. She checked her rear view mirror, the gate and the opening to the paved road were swallowed up by the turns and the trees. They were still definitely driving on some sort of road, though rough and overgrown on the sides. It narrowed as they continued until Bonnie could hear the branches from bushes brushing against the side of her car. After a few anxious minutes, Bonnie noticed a structure ahead, a large shack. As they approached it, she made out a few signs stuck on it and recognized it as some kind of official monitoring station. She’d often seen them off to the side of roads. Though slightly worn, it wasn’t decrepit and likely operational. God knows why they would put these things out in the middle of nowhere. It was as if they wanted to provide hobos places to store their murder victims. Oh, lovely thought, Bonnie, she chided herself. “Just a little further past this,” Donovan said, “There’s a place you can stop and turn your car around.” 'You mean we’re not going to stop at the slaughter shack?' Bonnie wanted to say, but thought better of it. About a hundred yards past the monitoring station, they finally came upon a small gravel clearing -- very small. Forget a three-point turn, it took her about seven-points just to avoid pinballing against the trees. Adequately ...
    reversing her direction, she put the car in park. “Okay,” she said, scanning nothing but trees and bush around her, “I don’t see a grotto.” “We have to walk further in,” Donovan replied and got out of the car. Bonnie dragged her jaw to the side and grimaced. Somehow, she had been expecting him to say that. Hesitating, she finally switched off her engine and opened her door. As she followed him down some path through the woods only he could see, Bonnie clutched her oversized shirt around herself, noting the brisk chill in the fresh forest air. She probably should have put on some pants to cover her bare legs. While she still felt a little antsy and unsure of what she was doing, following Donovan deeper and deeper into some secluded woods, she wasn’t close to panicking. She had no inclination to turn-tail and run back to the car, or to quietly leave a last witness message on her cellphone. The forest was impossibly quiet, no birds chirping or the buzzing of bugs. For a moment, it was as if they were walking in some vacuum of space. Then she heard the gentle trickling sound of water. “What’s that sound?” she asked. Donovan didn’t have to answer as they soon came upon a small, narrow brook trailing through the trees. Both the sight and sound of it brought Bonnie an unexpected sense of relief. They followed beside it for a short while and it finally led up to a low, rocky escarpment, maybe fifteen feet high. “Oh,” Bonnie exclaimed. “Nice.” The brook had started from a small pool of water ...
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