1. Detours (Part 1 of 3)


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

    name or last name? Did it matter? He was in her car now and she was going to drive with him for a few hours, drop him off somewhere, and drive away never to see him again. Why bother with names? That was the best case scenario. All the other ideas running around in the darker reaches of her mind, she did not want to entertain. “Donovan,” she parroted with a nod. “So… where are you headed?” “Haven’t decided, yet.” Bonnie recalled him just pivoting around when she had first come across him. He had turned 180 degrees on a stretch of highway in the middle of nowhere on a whim as if he was deciding which coffee shop to go to in the city. Her brows pinched. “You’re just wandering?” she asked, incredulous. “Pretty much.” She creased her brows upward. “Must be nice.” Donovan settled into his seat. “Sometimes.” Bonnie tilted her head aside, thinking about this for a moment. Without any real destination, and at the mercy and whim of the cars that did or didn’t pick you up along the way, that really was the ultimate road-trip. It was as intimate as you could get with the endless roads. She wondered what kind of experiences Donovan would have had, the secret places he could have discovered. She wanted to ask him what he did for a living… if he worked. That would have been tactless, though. Instead, she grinned and asked, “Are you some sort of multi-millionaire recluse who decided to give it all up and hit the road?” He turned towards her, matching her smile with a tight-lipped grin of ...
    his own. “Something like that,” he said as he turned away again. Bonnie’s mind worked furiously to think of what to say next, though she felt less edgy as the miles clicked by on her odometer. She trusted her instincts and convinced herself that he wouldn’t try to kill her. That was a major hurdle to overcome. Though scruffy --suitably so-- she was also relieved that he didn’t smell like a homeless bum, something she had fretted about before she let him in. He had an earthy scent about him, not unappealing at all, if she were to be honest. “You enjoy driving long distances,” Donovan said after a short while. It took Bonnie a moment to realize he had said that as a statement, not a question. “Yeah. I do,” she said, smiling to herself. “It’s the freedom. It’s the adventure. Don’t know where you’re going to stop, what you’re going to see… ” he went on. Bonnie nodded with exaggerated dips of her chin. The words were familiar. She turned to him. “Yep.” He met her eyes with a sharp gaze. He added, “... who you’ll meet and pick up along the way.” She held his stare for an impossible second. “It excites you.” Bonnie’s mouth drifted open and hung there for a few seconds. “I… I’ve never picked up a hitchhiker before,” she finally said, pausing to swallow. Why she suddenly felt compelled to confess that, she didn’t know. Donovan grinned, a sliver of teeth exposed between the slit in his lips. His eyes narrowed as he said, “I know, Bonnie.” As she continued to linger her sights on him, ...
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