1. Detours (Part 1 of 3)


    Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    glistening and tight. “Thanks,” he said. Bonnie raised her sunglasses, watching him unabashedly as he tilted his head and gulped back the entire contents in one, satisfying chug. Her tummy unexpectedly spun with anxiety as she observed rivulets of water run down his chin, along his undulating Adam’s apple, and onto his broad, upper chest. She smacked her lips. It was so dry and hot outside. She scurried around to her cooler and grabbed herself a bottle of water, seeking to satiate her sudden thirst. A short time after, as Bonnie finished putting her stuff back into the the trunk, the hitchhiker re-emerged from the back of the diner carrying his jacket and pack over his shoulder. He strolled towards her like he owned the ground he walked upon. She smiled to herself. There was just something so cool and laid back about this guy; it was both evocative and unnerving at the same time. Closing her trunk, she brushed off her palms as she walked around to the side of her car, still looking at him as he slowly approached. She shaded her eyes with the flat of her hand, smiled and said, “Thanks again.” He nodded. “Can I -“ She hesitated. What was she going to say? Could she what? He was still walking towards her and suddenly she had brain freeze. “Can I buy you something to eat?” The words snapped out of her mouth. The tiniest angle slicked onto the man’s lip. He shook his head. Bonnie’s lashes fluttered as she thought quickly. Would it be rude to offer him money? Maybe he’d like ...
    some potato chips? “Stupid, Bonnie! Stupid!” she harangued herself, “You know what he wants.” She couldn’t give him a ride, though, not this stranger. She just couldn’t. He walked up to her. There was a daunting deliberateness to his stride. Her mouth hung open for a pregnant pause before she finally started to say, “I… uh?” The man walked past her and towards the open road. Bonnie blinked, staring at the spot where she had expected him to stop to ask for a ride. It took a shake of her head before she could turn to watch the man from behind as he walked away. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind but nothing coalesced into a coherent sentence that she could speak. Instead, it was the man who turned around with an easy and subtle --and no less startling-- grin on his lips. As he continued to step backwards and away, he said, “You don’t pick up hitchhikers.” Bonnie inhaled a slight, shuddering breath. There was familiarity in his words, but instead of assurance, they suddenly filled her with remorse. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she said, the words twisting out of her throat. Still with that evocative curl on his lips and riveting look in his eyes, the man shook his head, nodded politely, then turned and continued on his way, melting into the rugged, dry terrain. Bonnie slid dejectedly into her car, started the engine, then drove away from the diner. She passed the guy on the road slowly, trying to catch his eye as she drove by, but he didn’t turn his head. As she pulled away down the ...
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