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Detours (Part 1 of 3)

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

yards of him. “No way. Don’t even think of it.” Practically coasting now, her foot shifted to the brake pedal. “What…the hell …do you think you’re doing?” The man stood at the side of the road, facing her. Clad in a dusty, hunter green jacket, jeans and boots, he had a small pack slung over his shoulder. She was expecting him to stick out his thumb to ask for a ride, but he didn’t. As Bonnie’s car approached him, she managed a closer look. He was tall with raven wavy hair that fell to his collar, dark-tanned complexion, and thick brows that shadowed his eyes. He pivoted casually in his boots as she drifted by him in her car, a placid expression on his face as if it didn’t matter to him if she actually stopped or not. Bonnie did come to a stop eventually, about fifty yards ahead of him. She didn’t put the car into “Park”; just kept her foot on the brake. She lifted her sunglasses onto her head and checked her rearview mirror. She could already feel the anxiety curling up the back of her neck as she watched the guy still standing in the same spot looking towards her. “Can’t leave another human being walking on miles of road in the middle of the desert by themselves, can you? It wouldn’t be right. You should help,” she said, trying to convince herself that this was okay. “Uh,” she uttered and flinched when she saw him finally start to move towards her. So this is it, she thought, you’re going to take on a hitchhiker. Why not? It’ll be fine. The company will be good. Bonnie ... craned her head around and looked back through the rear window. He was almost there. She drummed her fingers on the wheel and chewed her lower lip. “No, no, no…what are you doing?” she muttered aloud, the voice of her dad intertwining in her head. “What are you doing?” She jumped in her seat when she heard the hitchhiker pull at the handle of the passenger door. It was still locked. Her mouth hanging open, Bonnie thought for a fleeting second then leaned across the passenger seat and looked up him. “I’m sorry,” she said as she waved her hand. He looked back at her, his glass-like eyes set within his dark complexion. There was nothing but ease and calmness in his expression but it didn’t register with Bonnie. “Sorry!” she called to him again. Then she took her foot off the brake and applied the accelerator. As her car pulled away down the road and away from the man, she muttered, “Damn. Damn. Sorry.” Glancing back through her rearview mirror, she could see that he hadn’t moved. He just stood there watching her passively as she drove away. *** Thirty minutes later Bonnie pulled up at a roadside gas and diner located at a highway junction. She slipped on her ankle boots before getting out of the car. As soon as her feet touched the ground she stretched towards the deep blue canopy above. A soft breeze pushed warm, dry air through her open fingers and bare legs; it felt refreshing. It was one of her strange, little pleasures during a road-trip: stretching out after a long drive. There ...