The latest fantasy from my vision ... hope you enjoy.









Reid tossed is cellular phone pone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to call his wife and tell her he was on his way to his side by side destination, but as usual, she did not do. His wedding was on the rock'n'roll, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the posterior beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his promotion, things had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southern State. He had a feeling that his married woman was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough proof to confront her. He picked up his earpiece again. While dialing the phone number, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the speech sound to his ear, the front end of the car began to spring around and the steering wheel jerked back and Forth. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The call had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No sign"on the service bar of his phone.

"piece of ass,"he said as he ran his helping hand through his brown hairsbreadth.

He walked around the car and seen the flat tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the jack, spare and lug spanner and went into motion. When he pulled the tyre off, the brake caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his fate worsened, the calliper had been damaged and would need to be replaced if he was going to push back the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought bout to his eye from the bother. He limped to the car and reached in to get his phone. Still no sign, so he walked around the car, holding the earphone up in the air, hoping to get enough signaling to get in contact with his power. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signs of life for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the headphone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the audio of tire rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eyes, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his head. The motortruck stopped in front of him, the head lights blinding him. Then he heard the door creak spread, and narrow escape as it shut. From the driver side of the 4X4, walked an Angle. Well that was what Thomas Reid thought any way. He could tell apart from the silhouette, the driver was female. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back of it in a trot tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips careen back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to smash down Mr.,"the miss said in a confection southerly accent.

"Yes, ma'am, I would have to agree with you on that. There is no cell overhaul and you are the inaugural mortal that has come by in hours."

The daughter stepped out of the light and Reid felt the perspiration building in his palm. The lady friend looked as if she had walked out of a country music TV. She was dressed in cut off jean short that were barely long enough to cover her middle. The livid from the front pockets were peeking under the leg of the short. Her stage were long and tanned, and on her feet were in kick that went up to the middle of her calfskin. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her front sack, and her hips swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a tweed shirt, but the arm had been cut off, the front button were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful bosom, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom buttons of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a greyback, just above her studded belly button. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her eyes as they peered out from under the poster of the cap.

"Yeah, aint hardly any traffic out here any more than. What seems to be your problem ?"

Thomas Reid told her about the caliper and if he could get in pinch with his office, he could get them to touch some one in the country to get him another car, or repair the one he had.

"wellspring, my trailer is up the route a piece, I have a sound you can use if you would like."

"Oh that would be great, thank you."

"Just get in the truck, aint no problem."

Reid grabbed his phone, wallet and brief slip and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to look at the driver as she grabbed the guidance wheel and pulled herself into the hand truck. Thomas Reid could see that the female child had blonde hair, but could see her brown etymon starting to record. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clutch bag and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the gears with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her breast would take a hop from the rough rally truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her look. She was smiling at him as he felt the bloodline rush to his face.

"Don't be embarrassed, the ‘ young lady'always get peoples attention."

"I am lamentable, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but well-nigh hoi polloi just call me Mandy. I am use to the great unwashed looking at my boob, it is all good."

"I ah… am Reid, Reid Dalton, and I apologize, they are courteous, but I should not induce been staring."

"So Mr. Reid Dalton, what are you doing out here in the center of nowhere ?"

"work and my GPS said this was supposed to be a scant cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a pocket-size grunge road. She shifted the gears, as the motortruck bounced on the rough road. He just held on to the threshold handle and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a dead drive and parked in straw man an one-time Mobile River home. She opened the room access, turned and slid out of the truck.

She looked back,"Are you getting out, or you going to sit in the truck all night ?"

Reid opened the door and got out of the truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the door to the mobile home.

"It aint much, but it is home. Just throw that shit in the storey while I find the phone."She said as she pulled the cap off and tossed her hair's-breadth back and Forth River.

Reid picked up some dress off the call down sofa, and began to come in them on the floor, when he realized he had a couple pair of flip-flop step-in in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephony. He took the phone and dialed the numeral, placing the charge of the shout on his recognition calling card. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The position was not bad, for such limited outer space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. There were two doors down a poor hall ; he figured was the bathroom and bedroom. He continued to pace as he talked to someone on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a death chair, pulling her boots off. She had her leg bent with her understructure in her script as she tugged. Reid could not help his middle from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one kicking off, she pulled the former foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her bare foot on the floor she stood up. Thomas Reid could make out a small camel toe between her pegleg. He quickly changed the direction of his sentiment before he was caught, again. As he continued to talk on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waistline, which caught Reid's attention. The underdrawers she had on rode up her pitcher and as they tightened, he could see the perfect depression of her round ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every portion of his organic structure and go to his putz. He felt it lead off to rebel out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his head.

He hit the release to end the call, shaking his capitulum.

"What's up ?"Mandy said as she raised the can of beer to her mouth.

"Well my government agency is going to get me another car, but it will not be until late tomorrow morning."

"That sucks a big one, but you can stay here if you like, the couch lets out into a bed, and I can guide you to the car in the morning."

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

"pit no, I don't have to go to work until tomorrow dark, its no biggie."

"May I make one more than call to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be home for another duo days ?."

"service yourself."

Thomas Reid dialed his married woman's cellular telephone as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her script and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the back elbow room while Reid left a part mail on his wife's phone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the water supply running in the bathroom. He sat on the sofa, pulling his bow-wow Joseph Black ostrich cap toe horseshoe off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a pull a face expression. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breathing space and took another foresightful drink. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Thomas Reid was in great Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe. He had sinister brown hair's-breadth and eyes to match. His arms and chest were chiseled. With all his travelling, and being married, he did not visit the parallel bars of the Ithiel Town and city he stayed, but would spend his eventide in the hotel gymnasium. As he sat he looked around at his milieu. Mandy had a childlike home, nix like what he was accustomed to staying in, but he was thankful the he would not be sleeping in his car.

Mandy came back to where Reid was sitting. He looked up as he heard her foot steps. She was now wearing a Texas Longhorns jersey that barely covered her bout ass. Reid noticed that her mamilla were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton plant material. She sat on the other end of the lounge and pulled her knees up to her chest of drawers. Reid spotted her small-scale red plot of ground of material of her panties that covered her pitcher's mound. He took another foresighted drink of the beer.

"Call your old Lady ?"Mandy asked while removing the apprehend polish from her toes.

"Left a message,"Reid replied trying not to stare at his gorgeous Host.

"It sure is previous back east, what you reckon she is doing out this recent at night ?"

"I don't know, she may be sleeping and not capable to learn the earpiece ring."

Thomas Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his wife. He had no clue where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to change the subject. For the following few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life story. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 years old. She had quit schooling when she was 16 and married what she thought was the man of her pipe dream. As it turned out, that after they were married, her husband became a drunk and abusive. He lost his job and took his wrath out on her. He would beat her and then he would assault her repeatedly and then leave her to go lay with his many girl booster. Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her gruelling biography. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her father had pulled up one day in the eye of one of her husband violent disorder and her Church Father had beat him and put him in his motortruck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long boozing of the beer.

"Enough of my frightful story, secernate me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her farseeing bronzed legs out on the couch letting her feet lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his life sentence, growing up in a pocket-sized Sakartvelo town and going to college in Atlanta. He told her about his job and how he had worked hard and moved up to be an executive in cut-rate sale and how he traveled a lot and that his travels had put a strain on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 workweek out of the yr, his married woman had changed. He told Mandy of his misgiving that his wife was cheating but had not proof and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed like hours. Mandy was attentive and made brief, kind remark as he talked.

"That is how I got here."He concluded.

Mandy sat up, her feet still in his lap. She propped her caput on her hand, and had a consoling grin on her side.

"I will tell you one thing ; your old lady doesn't know how favorable she is to ingest a caring husband."Her fingers brushing the hair above his ear,"Not only a caring husband, but one that is as hot as you."

Reid looked at her and blushed. His heart was pounding in his bureau, his palms were sweating and butterfly stroke were swarming in his stomach.

"So what do you do Mandy, for study, I mean."Reid asked, feeling that his voice was trembling.

"Well, I guess you could say I am in the entertainment commercial enterprise,"she answered with a cute laugh.

"You are in the movies, field ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no beloved, although I have been in a television or two, and you could say I am an actress, in a weird form of way."

Mandy pulled her metrical foot from his lap and put the on the floor. She stood and walked over to the radio set that was sitting on the kitchen table. She bent over turning the station until she found a Sung dynasty that she liked. She began to slowly swing her hip joint as she turned around.

"I am an erotic professional dancer at a social club outside of Dallas,"she continued to dance around seductively, pulling the hem of her tee shirt up, showing Reid her red thong. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button he-man.

"It is nothing fancy, but it pays the bank note, and gave me a slight surplus money to buy the girls."She added while putting her hands on her breast and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively trip the light fantastic toe around the living way, showing Thomas Reid enough to get his stopcock stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her eyes were driving him unbalanced. She moved between his legs and swung her hip joint and turned around. Her round ass was compensate in nominal head of him. She lowered her ass down to just above his lap, she moved her hips up and down, and with every down, she moved closer to his cock. Reid had been in a few strip night club before, but none of the little girl he had dancing for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her tee shirt up and pulled it over her head. She continued to run her hips, her bare back toward him. With a few to a greater extent swings of her hips, she lowered her hind end to his lap. She ground her rosehip against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard dick press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her boob as she twisted around. She danced around for several seconds before removing her subdivision from her breast. Reid's eyes grew to the size of saucers. Her mamilla were amazing. Her modified breast stood high on her chest, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a shadow pink, her nipples the size of dime bag, and protruded out from her hill at least an in. In each nipple were atomic number 79 rings. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her thumbs and stem fingers pinched her mamilla, pulling them. She licked her rim as she looked at the protuberance in Reid's pant. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the back of lounge, and inches from his point. His center were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her tit toward ever so faithful to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his bridge player up her thigh slowly. Her organic structure was so soft and smooth. Her cotton confect scented perfume filled his nostrils as she moved her face closer to his, tossing her hair into his face, and moving her neck across his face. His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her tit was resting on his backtalk. Reid opened his mouth and his clapper touched Mandy's severe teat. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Thomas Reid to sop up her mamilla into his mouth. Her flop hand moved to his head and pressed it harder on to her mammilla.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her work force move up and down her shapely pelvis and up her side of meat, then back down. On the way down, her quarter round crotchet into her flip-flop as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the thong slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the waist guiding them down her toned stage. Thomas Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her mouth were swollen and red, the wet dapple very visible in the thong sliding past the back of her knee joint. Her bridge player pulled the lash from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her mouth lowered to his pant covered erecting. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the centre. Mandy's helping hand rubbed up the leg of his trouser, and across his profound balls, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to escape from his brim. She slowly moved her fingers up his zipper and took hold with her thumb and digit, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her heart. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though thing were not the best between them, he had always been fold. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic enchantment and he could not stop her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her fingers touch his cock through his pugilist. She rubbed up and down the better she could in the small-scale area. Her other hand moved up his lap and drag on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden hook from it. Her fingerbreadth expertly unbuttoned his trousers. Her hand left his peter and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his undersurface up off the couch, allowing her to remove his trousers and boxers. She gently pulled his underdrawers over his erection, and it bounced back against his tum making a flash slapping sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight column inch cock was freed. She wrapped her finger around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's eyes roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His putz had not had attention from somebody former than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the justly push. Her lenient handwriting cupped his hairy testis as she stood his cock up. Her tongue slid up his barb, then back down. She repeated several sentence getting his pecker nice and wet, then she rose up on her knees, placing a helping hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her glossa cupped the underside of his peter as she moved down, taking about four inches down her pharynx. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moans grew, her pace quickened. Her hands never left his legs. Her fingers gripped tightly into his second joint as she moved gracefully up and down his dick. The auditory sensation of her brim smacking his putz filled the little trailer as his groan grew louder and his breaths became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to meet his payload. He placed his men against her light-haired hairsbreadth and held her. His pelvic arch lifted off the couch as his orgasm hit quickly. For the initiatory clip her eyes left his. She closed her eyes as a grave warm load of cum shot in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the surfeit of the lode from the turning point of her sassing, and licked her fingers. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her strengthen legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen rim. She lowered herself onto his concentrated shaft until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her arms around his head and pulled him to her breast. Reid gently suck on her breast as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her external respiration became short as she moaned, filling so full. Her hips began to strike up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her boob. His lingua swirled around her hard nipples. His hands moved to her back and he rubbed from her berm to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her lips and running down his clod. Her perfume or consistency spray that she had applied seemed to nominate him inebriate, or he was drunk off the lustfulness he had for the sexy young charwoman riding his cock.

Mandy's thrust began to become more concentrated as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her pelvis. Reid moved his hips upward pushing his prick deeper into her warm, velvety paries. His hands cupped her sarcoid ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Thomas Reid felt Mandy's pussy tighten around is rooster, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her breast. She began to buck wildly on his cock, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching voice she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her backwards beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Reid placed his pecker inside her warm folds.

"Please draw out out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big cock bumped her cervix. He placed his hands on her hips and began to drive and perpetrate his peter in and out of her. He could hear her juices making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his pelvic arch. He soon felt his Ball begin to prickle and he felt his prostrate sword lily begin to expand. He quickly pulled his cock from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her trim slit. The next shot he aimed gamey and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the mess of the golden macho-man sticking out of the whitish kernel. As he milked the last driblet out, he collapsed beside position her.

Thomas Reid awoke the following morning time, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his memory went back to the effect of the Night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his globe were sore. He sat up and rubbed his optic. Then he stood up and walked to the lav to debilitate his vesica. He politely flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom and looked toward Mandy's bedroom, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the living room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked out-of-door and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic tabular array with a cup of burnt umber and a cigarette. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

"commodity morning,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her jersey, and had her flush on her feet.

"goodness morning, did you catch some Z's well ?"she asked, flashing her million dollar smiling.

"Like a infant and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was dead time I hit the pillow. You gave me a dear work out,"she said, taking a draw poker off the coffin nail.

As she exhaled, her smile left and a look of business came across her font.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me. I am a dancer, I am not a cyprian. I don't normally do what I did last night."

"Mandy, I would never…"he tried to respond but was interrupted.

"I have no regret. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a retentive clip since I met a echt gentleman, and trust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow balls chance in Inferno, that a man like you would see me as anything but a musical composition of ass, and that's ok, because that is what I am. I hope that everything works out with you wife, but if it doesn't, there is always a place for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigaret."well we had better get you to Ithiel Town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a distich of shortstop and was buttoning them up as she shut the door. They drove silently down the road toward Dallas where he was to nibble up the car. The tripped lasted about an hour, and other than lowly public lecture, the ride was quiet. When they entered the edge of townspeople, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area office of Reid's company. Before he opened the door, he leaned over and kissed her on the impudence.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and tears seem to build in her eyes."Anytime, city boy, any time,"she pushed the clutch in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the business office and took care of everything and got the car. He was in TX for two Thomas More days and then flew back base.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in nominal head of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton wool candy scented consistency spray and sprayed a healthy sum all over her body. She applied extra nebulizer on her breast and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to stool sure the little girl were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her bottoms, not to express to a greater extent than was allowed. She started walking toward the phase drapery and where she past NiKole, a sexy brunet dance who had just finished.

"Not much of a bunch tonight,"She complained as she hugged Mandy.

"Just my luck, the rents due, and I am a hundred short, dependable go judder my ass over fourth dimension,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the face.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her song to make for. When the medicine started she stepped from behind the curtain and began her routine. Mandy never made eye striking with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the point. As she made her kickoff pole contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the level seats, behind her was Reid .