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Detours (Part 1 of 3)

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

like he was a houseplant. Bonnie and the other trucker also remained passive as he reached for the spare in their hands. Behind the cover of her sunglasses, her eyes rolled up to look at him and widened noticeably when she saw him gazing back at her. It was an instant, but it was like an ignition going off in her belly. “Uh…” was all she could eke as the tire was removed from her grasp. The truckers were obviously flustered now, looking back and forth towards each other and the man, measuring him and coming up short in every way. They walked over and stood behind him, giving him clear space, as he bent down again and resumed cranking the jack. They were fumbling for something to say. Finally ‘Hardy’ blurted, “She... she said that she didn’t need any help.” “Yeah,” ‘Laurel’ chimed in with a confused frown and a nod, “She doesn’t need help.” Idiots, Bonnie thought. The hitchhiker paused. He didn’t turn around, instead just angling his head aside and saying to the dirt, “Well then, I guess you two Good Samaritans can go.” Bonnie didn’t know why, but that cracked a subtle grin on her lips. Feeling oddly emboldened, she strode over to the side of the hitchhiker as he worked and turned and faced the two truckers. Arms crossed, she smirked and said, “Thanks a lot, guys. I think this is all the help I’ll need today.” The two men hesitated, staring at her. She could tell they were trying to puff themselves up again, but they were just as deflated as her tire now. Finally, after ... muttering gibberish to one another, they turned and shuffled away toward their truck. Bonnie watched as they climbed back into their rig and fired her up. With things settled, she looked down at the hitchhiker and said, “Thanks.” The car was raised and tilted as he finished cranking the jack. He stood up, slapping and wiping the dirt off the palms of his hands as he watched the truck drive away. “So, you don’t need anymore help?” he said unexpectedly, “You’re good to finish this off?” “Oh, umm… I… well… ” Bonnie’s lips remained parted and silent for a second as her eyes skittered about and her mind worked. She looked down at the tire still not sure of what to say. Unfazed, the hitchhiker simply turned, bent back down and resumed working. “That’s… okay… ” she began to say, but stopped herself. No, just leave it already, she thought. He hadn’t even paused. A few minutes later, while he was putting the lug nuts back on the spare tire, Bonnie was checking her flat. She wanted to know what sort of nail or object had busted a perfectly good tire. Instead, her fingers traced along a one-inch cut across the front face of the tire, as if it had been stabbed. She angled her mouth in a sour twist and stood up. She glared at where the truckers’ rig used to be. “ Assholes !” she grumbled. When the tire was finally changed and the car lowered back down, Bonnie came around and offered a bottle of water from her cooler to the man. He was perspiring, the tanned muscular sinews of his long arms ...