1. Detours (Part 1 of 3)


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

    road, she checked the rearview mirror repeatedly, watching him become smaller and smaller. When the road slowly began to dip, he disappeared completely. Bonnie stared harshly at the straight, unbroken road ahead of her, pouting her lower lip, shades of indigo bleeding into the early afternoon sky. Her right hand dropped off the wheel and reached for her keychain. As she stroked her dad’s lucky green rabbit’s foot in her palm, the thousand thoughts that had clogged her brain earlier fell away till only a choice of two remained. Her foot eased off the pedal. As her car slowed, she said aloud, “Sorry dad,” and turned the wheel and headed back toward the diner. Two minutes later, she was pulling around and beside the man as he walked along the roadside. When he stopped, so did she. He approached the passenger door. This time, Bonnie popped the lock open. The devil is in the detours. *** “It’s Marky Mark,” Bonnie explained as she drove. The guy had sat on the action figure when he got into the car. Thankfully, it wasn’t broken. Boomer would have been pissed. While it was refreshingly amusing to look at him as he observed the mangled plastic toy, it just didn’t suit him. Bonnie cleared her throat, took the doll away, and flipped it to the back seat sheepishly. For the first few minutes, they said very little. Bonnie looked at him with fleeting glances, exchanging awkward smiles with his cool monkish regard. Even with the quick peeks, she managed to get a better look at the man ...
    now. Up close, she had a clear picture of the details of his face: a reddish-brown tanned complexion painted over high cheek-bones and a hard jaw-line, slender and strong lips, and a long sharp nose. Everything was pleasingly weathered like rich, soft leather, and framed by his long, dark hair and sideburns. And of course, he possessed eyes which seemed to have captured midnight in the pupils. As they continued down the long highway, he adjusted the seat, pushing it all the way back to accommodate his long legs. “Do you mind?” he asked almost as an afterthought. “Nope. No.” Bonnie shook her head. “Not at all. Make yourself comfortable.” He settled into his seat, arm propped up on the door, fingers at his stubbled chin. “You’ve maintained this car pretty well,” he said. She looked at him reading the slightly curious look on his face as he checked across the dashboard of her car. She knew what he was thinking. A ‘97 Malibu wasn’t exactly a typical “classic” worth maintaining as well as she did. “She’s a special car,” Bonnie admitted. The man simply nodded silently. “Oh… Bonnie,” she said, realizing suddenly that introductions had been overlooked. She glanced towards him. “You can call me Bonnie.” He looked at her and nodded. “Bonnie. Nice to meet you,” he said. His voice had softened from before, but it was still steady and assured. As his gaze returned towards the road, Bonnie frowned. Okay, maybe he doesn’t want to introduce himself , she thought. “Donovan.” Was that his first ...
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