Bonnie's Bonnet

I know times have changed and women are supposed to be strong and independent, but I stubbornly hold onto old-fashioned notions of gentlemanly behavior and knightly conduct. But I don't show such mannerisms at the drop of a hat, not in broad daylight; I value my mental peace too much to have accusations lobbed at me.

But at night, someone stranded by the side of the road deserves help no matter what, male or female, old or youthful. Everyone deserves to be safe. It was a warm summer night, and I was barreling down the country road in my pickup. It had been a long day on the job site, and I was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to crash out.

I turned the bend, trees rushing by; I almost did not see the car. I had not seen anyone for about an hour in either direction, and that was normal. I was going through a less-used shortcut through the deep woods with no settlements. The nearest town was an hour away; this was a true dead zone. I saw the sedan pulled aside out of the corner of my eye, and I saw someone slumped back in the driver's seat. I went about 50 yards before I slowed to a stop and reversed.

I killed the engine, and the person was roused. It was a woman who seemed to have dozed off. She rubbed her eyes and looked at me, peering out. I stood back and did not want to freak her out, so I asked her loudly if she needed help. I kept my truck lights on and stood in front of them so she could see me clearly, and I put my palms out in a gesture of safety.

She got out and, in a relieved tone, said, ‘Thank God you stopped. I have been sitting here for hours. I am Bonnie.’

She came into the light. Bonnie was stunningly beautiful. She had an oval face with well-defined cheekbones. Her eyes were almond-shaped and dark, with two pitch-black irises that mesmerized me. Her eyebrows were naturally shaped, and she had a cute, slim, feminine nose. Her lips were plump and juicy, and her cheeks were flushed. She had a perfect complexion and dark brown hair going down to her shoulders.

She was wearing a leather jacket, blouse, and jeans. I could see firm, plump boobs under her jacket, and her wide hips and long legs were perfectly shaped in the form of hugging jeans. She walked with a sophisticated grace, and my cock swelled in attraction. I was dying to know what the rest of her looked like.

‘I saw you slumped back on the seat,’ I said, my voice clearly articulating my concern. ‘are you ok?’

She rubbed her eyes. ‘Oh yes, I was just dozing; my car and cell batteries are both dead, and I was exhausted. There are no houses for miles and no cars on the road. I thought I would spend the night here until you came,’ she said, giving me a quick hug of gratitude. ‘my name is Bonnie.’

I popped the hood and tried a jump. No juice; that battery was toast, or something deep in the electricals, like the starter itself. She stood by, and her face fell when I told her the bad news. But once more, my protective instincts kicked in, and I could not leave her like this.

‘There are no homes or hotels for miles,’ I said, closing the hood. ‘if you are comfortable, you can stay at my place; I am a little ways ahead.’

Her dark eyes shone in the dark, and she only hesitated a second. ‘Yes, please, if that’s ok.’

I nodded, took her bags from her car, dropped them in my rear cargo, and then let her into the passenger seat. We started, and I made small talk. It turns out she was a journalist in search of a strange story on one of the nearby cabins—an unsolved case from decades ago. I had heard about it too—a local legend about the murder of an entire family with no killer caught.

‘You are very courageous to come out here like this,’ I said, admiring her.

‘Mom and Dad did not raise a coward,’ she said, ‘plus I come prepared.’ She pulled out a tiny pistol and knife she had sheathed in her jeans.

'Woah, baby,’ I laughed, ‘remind me not to mess with you.’ I was impressed.

'Oh, you have nothing to worry about.’ She leaned over and touched my cheek with her hand. 'You are a sweet man; if anything, I will defend you from the wolves, human and animal.’

I gave off another huge laugh, and Bonnie giggled, but I knew she was right and serious. A little ahead, I turned off the route on an almost invisible dirt road, and it went up the forested slope. She asked me about this location, and I explained that I loved my solitude and preferred being alone out there. Naturally, when she asked me about my family, I said they were a ways off, and I was a bit of a black sheep. Finally, Bonnie honed in on the most important question about any woman in my life. I told her I would show her.

We pulled up to the cabin, my large bungalow with an encircling porch, well built and sturdy. I walked a little off the open front to the side and rear and beckoned her. Bonnie followed. A little deeper into the woods, there was the headstone of my beloved Susan, who died years ago. Bonnie dozed and gazed at it, barely lit from the perimeter floods. She turned to me, and I saw her eyes were wet, and she nodded her understanding.

We brought the stuff in silently. I got her settled into the bedroom, and I busied myself with dinner. I had a lady in the house; I needed to make the effort. Thankfully, I was not a pig, even before my brief married life, and the place smelled nice and was clean. I threw on some rice to cook and sauteed chicken and veggies with a nice gravy. I was done plating and serving when Bonnie emerged in a bathrobe, freshly showered. She looked so fresh and elegant, and her eyes shone, and she gave off a magnetic smile. I saw her smooth white legs and pretty feet with painted toes as she walked barefoot to me. Her shape was well-hugged by the bathroom, and I wondered how I would get through dinner.

She sat down and looked at me seriously. ‘I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping out a damsel in distress, and yes, sometimes we still need help.’

‘It is my pleasure,’ I said, pouring her a drink. ‘it's what anyone would do.’

‘Not anyone, just you,’ Bonnie said, touching my hand briefly, then turning her attention to the food, ‘and this looks and smells delicious; you are a special man.’

‘It’s nothing,’ I replied. ‘I have had to learn over the years, and I am not going to live off processed junk.’

Bonnie wholeheartedly agreed with home cooking, and she ate with gusto. I, for one, was just struck by her beauty and how at ease she looked at my dining table. She talked animatedly about her career as a freelance journalist, how it helped her connect with simple, real folks all over the country, and how she could get to the root of the story. She was fascinated with mysteries, and her eyes popped when I explained we were surrounded by the unexplained in these regions.

After dinner, she helped me clean up. As she stood next to me, her fragrant shampoo was pulling at me, and I looked down at the curve of her boobs in her bathrobe. Bonnie brushed right up against me and seemed comfortable. My cock was hard and distinctly uncomfortable. I finished up, and she joined me on the porch for some coffee.

‘If you don't mind and can talk about it, please tell me about her,’ she said. I knew she would ask.

I began the story of how my wife and I moved out here 6 years ago to have our peace, how we built it together, and then how quickly the unexplained cancer ravaged her body. After her passing, I withdrew. My family tried to help me reconnect, but after a while, they left me alone in my bungalow. I spent years doing local shift work in mines and such, on the engineering consultancy side. I had not felt the need to marry again, and a few ladies who made it as far as my place did not stay long; they all hated the isolated surroundings and the man in the middle of it. Bonnie watched me with concerned, caring eyes, and I was grateful.

I remained seated, and she stood up and came to me, touched my cheeks, and leaned down and kissed me. ‘You are a special man, and you deserve love.’

She stood and opened her bathrobe, and her magnificent body appeared. Her boobs were plump, firm, and round, with two pink nipples that almost faded into the flesh—ghost nips. Her pussy was fleshy, had two thick labia, was pink all around, and was shaved clean. Her belly was flat and gorgeous, with muscle definition. Her thighs were slim and firm, and her entire body was flawless and gorgeous. I pulled her close, wrapping my hands around and firmly pulling her ass, and I opened my mouth, latched onto her boobs, and sucked deeply. She moaned and pulled me closer.

I sucked at her tits for a while as my fingers probed her asshole. Then I moved my fingers to her pussy and parted the thick lips and probed for her clit, found it, and stroked it, still sucking her boobs, with some breaks for deep kisses from her. She got nice and wet. Then she pushed me back on the large leather chair, took my shirt and pants off, and took my hard cock out and bent over and sucked it as I reached forward and grabbed her hanging boobs. Bonnie got me about to pop, then she stood and mounted the chair, sat on my cock, and slowly ground up and down. I fucked her gently as we kissed, and my mouth was everywhere on her lips, neck, shoulders, and boobs. She was so fucking sexy I did not last long and came with a bang inside her. She took my face in her hands and kissed me.

I was not done. I stood up with my cock still in her, and she giggled and wrapped her smooth legs around me. I walked us into the house and to the bungalow, and we kissed along the way. I gently laid her down on the bed, my cock still hard inside her, and started fucking her again, and this time she came first, and I kept going until I came a second time. I collapsed next to her, and she leaned her boobs against my chest and looked into my eyes.

‘Tell me frankly, babe, how long have you needed that?’ She asked without judgment.

I laughed, ‘I have forgotten honestly how good a woman feels and tastes; it's been a while of me, my cock, and my hand.’

She reached down and stroked my cock, saying, "Well, now it's my hand.’

We lay on the bed for a while and talked. She wanted to know more about my life, and I explained how I had courted Susan in high school and married her right out of college. How we had had dreams of family and a happy life, and how it was all shattered. Bonnie talked about a string of bad relationships with flaky men who pumped and dumped.

Suddenly she asked, ‘Did you go someplace special nearby with her?’ Then she paused. ‘I am not trying to take her place; I just want to relive some of the memories for you.’

I stroked her cheek and looked into her gorgeous dark eyes. ‘there is a special pond nearby, and we went in the night, like now.’

She smiled and lit up. ‘Please take me now.’

So we dressed and took some gear. It was not cold out, so the water would be okay. I took Bonnie by the hand, and we took the trail at the back of the house past the headstone. We both touched it as we went, paying homage to my long-dead wife. It was a 20-minute walk through beautiful deep woods, and there was a cacophony of crickets filling the night. The trail was well-trimmed, as I often came through with a tractor mower. I loved that pond; it was my retreat.

The pond was pretty large, but not too deep. Some springs fed it, so it was not too dirty. Above it was a thin moon, so the stars were ablaze and reflected in the still water. Frogs added their chorus with various night creatures. She saw some glowing eyes on the opposite side, in the trees, and I assured her that no major predators frequented these parts. There were fireflies around, adding their reflections to the pool.

‘It’s magical,’ she said, ‘and let me guess, you were naked here.’ I nodded.

Bonnie dropped her clothes immediately, kissed me, put my hands on her boobs, and then turned and walked slowly into the water. She was a vision, pale and white against the darkness, like a white angel. I disrobed and came in after her, and halfway in, we met and kissed, embracing in our nakedness and nature. The sounds of nature assaulted us and brought out an animal lust. I pushed her back and sucked her boobs, and she moaned into the night. My cock was hard and throbbing.

I led her out of the water, opened up the large blanket I had brought, and threw it on the grassy shore of the pond. I laid Bonnie down on it and bent her forward doggy style, and I entered her from the back and fucked her like a wolf in the forest, and she pushed back hard to drive my cock harder inside. It was a long, slow, natural fuck, and I came inside her with a blast. I fell on her, breathing hard, and we lay naked on the blanket, looking up at the night stars. Then she went down to my cock and sucked it hard again, rubbing her boobs on my legs and belly.

Bonnie mounted me cowgirl and fucked me slowly as I cupped her boobs, and she put her hands on my chest. Her mouth parted, and she closed her eyes and gave out low moans. She took her time, and I just lay back and thought of how Susan and I fucked in the same spot and manner, but then I was pulled back to the present. This was a different woman and time. I exploded in cum, and she fell forward on my chest.

‘Babe, I know you have a hole in your heart, but if I can fill it just a little, if you would allow me, I would be so grateful,’ she said, running her hands across my chest and nipples.

‘My dear, you have slid into my life like you belonged. Susan would be proud of me now. You are the most worthy woman for me; I would not let you go anyway,’ I declared.

We embraced naked on the blanket under the stars.