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Detours (Part 1 of 3)

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

“Shit happens,” ‘Laurel’ concurred, nodding and shrugging. “Yeah.” Bonnie eyed them through her glasses, but she repeated calmly, “It’s nothing.” “Well,” ‘Hardy’ sighed, “Guess it’s a good thing you’ve got two willing and able bodied gentlemen here to help you out.” ‘Laurel’ immediately stepped forward. “Let me get that for you, sweets.” “No it’s alright.” Bonnie raised her hands. Cocking a brow sharply, she insisted, “I can change a tire.” “Wouldn’t want you to crack a nail,” ‘Laurel’ chuckled. God, she wanted to punch him so hard, but that meant actually touching him. “Besides, you’re not exactly properly attired for this kind of job.” ‘Hardy’ angled his head to the side, his button black eyes scanning up her legs from her boots to the crotch of her denim shorts. “Don’t want you to scuff yourself up.” Her attention divided between the two men, Bonnie had to hold onto her tire as ‘Laurel’ picked it up from her trunk while addressing ‘Hardy’, “I said it’s okay.” “Now, now, just being friendly,” ‘Hardy’ said with a shrug and moved towards her. She had just glanced toward the tire iron beside her when a hand suddenly reached down and picked it up along with the jack. Bonnie and the truckers turned and looked at the hitchhiker as he quietly carried the tools around to the side of the car. For once, they were all on the same page as the three of them, all with the same quizzical expression, peered around the car and watched as he stooped down and positioned the jack. She and ... ‘Laurel’ were each still holding onto her tire when the trucker asked indignantly, “Hey! Hey buddy, what do you think you’re doing?” The hitchhiker remained quiet for a moment as he took off the hub-cap and loosened the nuts on the tire. “You listening?” ‘Hardy’ asked. “What’re you doing?” “Replacing a tire,” he finally said without regarding any of them. The two truckers gawked at him. Bonnie blinked, mute and unsure of what to make of any of this. He had gotten ‘Laurel and Hardy’ to shut up for a second, though. That was a help. ‘Hardy’ stepped forward. “We were going to do that.” Bonnie glared at the rotund man. “Really? All I heard was everyone having a nice conversation under this hot sun, getting all friendly,” the hitchhiker breathed still working efficiently. His voice was deep and dusty like the desert around them. “You can carry on with your nice chat, though.” Peeking through the corner of her eyes, Bonnie could see the jaws of the two truckers slacken. When ‘Hardy’ took another step forward, the hitchhiker stood up, removing his jacket. With all eyes on him, it was clear to everyone just how tall and sleekly built the guy was, his black tank top leaving little room for question. He held a steady stare on the trucker, his dark, feathery brows hanging low, centering focus on the coolness of his black-pool eyes. ‘Hardy’ froze in mid-step, the hitchhiker’s long and imposing shadow dropping over his puffy belly. He stepped aside as the hitchhiker silently walked past him ...