1. Detours (Part 2 of 3)


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

    at the base of the escarpment. Strands of water dropped from an overhanging ridge, sprinkling into the pool below. Not exactly a waterfall at the moment, but probably more so during rainier days. Water also ran down the face of the moss covered wall of rock. Over the hundreds of years, it must have slowly carved out the shallow grotto that framed the pool of water. It was indeed a diminutive site as Donovan had noted. She could see why it hadn't been designated as some sort of highway attraction or vista point with one of those brown tourist signs pointing towards it. Still, the way the trees opened up and framed it as they approached, it was very picturesque and lovely; something straight out of pixie dream. Donovan walked on ahead towards the grotto as Bonnie stopped to pull out her cellphone and took a few pictures. “So you’ve come here before?” she asked. As he stepped around the pool, he nodded. “A few times,” he said. “Camped here once or twice.” “I can see why,” she said as she made her way towards the grotto. It was very soothing, listening to the light, constant gurgle of water. The place was tranquil, serene, something timeless and mysterious. She regarded the man as he walked under the ridge, holding out his hand to catch the falling water. He looked so comfortable and in his element. Bonnie made her way around the edge of the pool, trying not to sink her boots into the mud or layers of dead leaves. She came up to the escarpment and touched the cool rock face. ...
    She approached the side of the grotto and stopped, hesitating to check her footing on the slick, wet rocks. A heavy, steady hand reached out in front of her. She looked up and saw Donovan offering his hand, his unwavering gaze silently assuring her. The instant she took his hand, she felt the warmth and strength in it. His skin was rough, but his grip was gentle and confident. He guided her onto the large, flat rock he was standing on. Bonnie could feel the soles of her boots slipping on the slick rock beneath her feet. Despite her hesitancy, she held onto Donovan’s arm as she looked out from underneath the ridge within the cover of the grotto. The strands of water from above fell before her eyes. The way the light caught it, it was as if she could see each droplet if she were to really focus. She pulled back the sleeve of her shirt, held out her palm, and felt the splash of water. “Very refreshing,” she said, smiling. She let go of Donovan, steadied her footing, and reached out both hands. Weird how it pleased her so much to do this. It wasn't as if she always reenacted "The Miracle Worker" whenever it rained. Suddenly, the hard soles of her leather boots skittered on the slippery rock. “Whup!” she exclaimed, as her feet slid out from under her, certain she was going to topple into the pool. A strong arm swiftly braced around her waist. It pulled her back and she spun around. Bonnie gasped and held on for a second before she realized she was pressed up close to Donovan, ...
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