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









Reid tossed is jail cell cornpone in the rider seat beside him. He had tried to call his married woman and narrate her he was on his way to his next destination, but as usual, she did not resolve. His marriage was on the rocks, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the seat beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his promotional material, things had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southern states. He had a tone that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough proof to confront her. He picked up his phone again. While dialing the act, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the telephone to his ear, the front end of the car began to jump around and the steering wheel jerked back and forth. He slowly pulled over to the position of the road. The call had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No Signal"on the service bar of his phone.

"nooky,"he said as he ran his hand through his brownish whisker.

He walked around the car and seen the flatbed tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the knave, spare part and lug wrench and went into motion. When he pulled the tire off, the brake caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his fate worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would necessitate to be replaced if he was going to labour the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought rip to his eye from the pain. He limped to the car and reached in to get his earpiece. Still no signal, so he walked around the car, holding the phone up in the air, hoping to get decent signal to get in touch with his position. He looked down the longsighted road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signs of aliveness for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an time of day. In disgust, he tossed the earphone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his oculus, wickedness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his limb above his headway. The truck stopped in front of him, the forefront lights blinding him. Then he heard the door creak open, and close shave as it shut. From the driver English of the 4X4, walked an angle. wellspring that was what Reid thought any way. He could tell from the silhouette, the device driver was female. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her tomentum flowing out the back of it in a pony tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

"You picked a helluva station to break down Mr.,"the girl said in a sweet southerly accent.

"Yes, ma'am, I would accept to gibe with you on that. There is no prison cell service and you are the first mortal that has come by in hours."

The girl stepped out of the light and Reid felt the perspiration construction in his palms. The girlfriend looked as if she had walked out of a nation music picture. She was dressed in cut off dungaree trunks that were barely long enough to traverse her midsection. The white from the breast air hole were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her legs were long and tanned, and on her feet were in thrill that went up to the middle of her calfskin. As she stood, she hooked her thumb in her face pockets, and her rosehip swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a tweed shirt, but the arm had been cut off, the front release were unbuttoned about half way and her giving bosom, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom buttons of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a burl, just above her studded belly release. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her center as they peered out from under the bill of the cap.

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

Reid told her about the caliper and if he could get in touch with his office, he could get them to contact some one in the expanse to get him another car, or furbish up the one he had.

"well, my laggard is up the road a piece, I have a phone 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 earphone, wallet and brief case and walked to the motortruck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to look at the device driver as she grabbed the steering bicycle and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the missy had blonde hairsbreadth, but could see her brown roots starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clutch and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the train with comfort. Thomas Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her breast would spring from the raspy riding motortruck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood thrill to his face.

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

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but nigh people just call me Mandy. I am use to mass looking at my titties, it is all good."

"I ah… am Thomas Reid, Reid John Dalton, and I apologize, they are nice, but I should not have been staring."

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

"Work and my GPS said this was supposed to be a inadequate cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Thomas Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small dirt road. She shifted the gears, as the truck bounced on the approximate road. He just held on to the door hold and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short drive and parked in straw man an older mobile menage. She opened the room access, turned and slid out of the hand truck.

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

Reid opened the room access and got out of the hand truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the doorway to the mobile home.

"It aint much, but it is home. Just stroke that shit in the floor while I find the phone."She said as she pulled the cap off and tossed her whisker back and Forth River.

Reid picked up some wearing apparel off the cod sofa, and began to place them on the base, when he realized he had a couple distich of thong panties in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless phone. He took the phone and dialed the number, placing the care of the call on his credit notice. As the other end began to closed chain, he stood up and began to take the air around. The situation was not bad, for such determine outer space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining way and living room all in one. There were two doors down a short hall ; he figured was the bathroom and bedroom. He continued to pace as he talked to someone on the former end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chair, pulling her thrill off. She had her leg bent-grass with her infantry in her manus as she tugged. Reid could not help his eyes from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one the boot off, she pulled the other foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her stark pes on the storey she stood up. Thomas Reid could take out a small camel toe between her ramification. He quickly changed the direction of his eyeshot before he was caught, again. As he continued to speak on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's aid. The short pants she had on rode up her hill and as they tightened, he could see the unadulterated impression of her unit of ammunition ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every part of his eubstance and go to his cock. He felt it set about to surface out of the silk confounds of his Boxer. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his head.

He hit the push to end the shout, shaking his brain.

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

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

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

"It will not be an worriment will it ?"

"Hell no, I don't have to go to exercise until tomorrow Night, its no biggie."

"May I make one more Call to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be base for another dyad Day ?."

"avail yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her manus and got up and tossed it into the tripe. She walked into the back room while Reid left a voice ring mail on his married woman's telephone set. As he laid the phone down, he heard the urine running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, pulling his doggy Black Struthio camelus cap toe shoe off his understructure. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing case. He had not drunk a tatty beer since college. He held his breather and took another long beverage. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the president arm and sat back on the lounge. At 35, Reid was in smashing shape. He had obscure embrown fuzz and eyes to cope with. His implements of war and chest of drawers were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not call the BAR of the towns and cities he stayed, but would drop his eve in the hotel gymnasium. As he sat he looked around at his environs. Mandy had a elementary home, nothing like what he was accustomed to staying in, but he was grateful 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 tone. She was now wearing a Lone-Star State Longhorns t-shirt that barely covered her bout ass. Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton stuff. She sat on the former end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. Thomas Reid spotted her minor red dapple of cloth of her panty that covered her mound. He took another long swallow of the beer.

"outcry your old lady ?"Mandy asked while removing the nail polish from her toes.

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

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

"I don't know, she may be sleeping and not able-bodied to hear the phone 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 transfer the subject. For the succeeding few arcminute, Thomas Reid asked Mandy about her life history. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 long time old. She had drop out school when she was 16 and married what she thought was the man of her dreams. As it turned out, that after they were married, her hubby became a inebriate and abusive. He lost his job and took his anger out on her. He would vex her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then exit her to go lay with his many girl champion. Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her tough liveliness. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her father had pulled up one day in the middle of one of her husbands rampages and her father had beat him and put him in his truck, and she had not seen him since. Thomas Reid took another long drink of the beer.

"sufficiency of my horrible story, assure me about you Mr. Reid John Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long tan leg out on the couch letting her metrical foot lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his sprightliness, growing up in a small Georgia town and going to college in capital of Georgia. He told her about his job and how he had worked hard and moved up to be an executive director in sales agreement and how he traveled a lot and that his change of location had put a strain on his wedding. He explained how since he was gone 40 workweek out of the twelvemonth, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his suspicions that his wife was cheating but had not substantiation and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed care hour. Mandy was thoughtful and made brief, variety comment as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her feet still in his lap. She propped her head on her hand, and had a consoling smile on her face.

"I will tell you one matter ; your old lady doesn't know how lucky she is to have 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 pump was pounding in his chest, his decoration were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his venter.

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

"wellspring, I guess you could say I am in the entertainment business,"she answered with a cute laugh.

"You are in the movies, theatre of operations ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no dear, although I have been in a video or two, and you could say I am an actress, in a Weird sort of way."

Mandy pulled her base from his lap and put the on the level. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen table. She bent over turning the station until she found a song that she liked. She began to slowly swing her hips as she turned around.

"I am an erotic dancer at a guild outside of Dallas,"she continued to dance around seductively, pulling the hem of her t-shirt up, showing Reid her red flip-flop. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is nothing fancy, but it pays the measure, and gave me a little extra 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 elbow room, showing Reid enough to get his cock stirring. She moved closer to him, the expression in her optic were driving him sick. She moved between his legs and swung her hip joint and turned around. Her round ass was mightily in figurehead 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. Thomas Reid had been in a few strip nightclub before, but none of the girls he had saltation for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her t-shirt up and pulled it over her head. She continued to proceed her hips, her bare back toward him. With a few Sir Thomas More swing of her coxa, she lowered her fanny to his lap. She ground her rose hip against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard cock military press against her ass.

She crossed her branch over her boob as she twisted around. She danced around for respective secondment before removing her arms from her breast. Reid's optic grew to the sizing of disc. Her mamilla were amazing. Her modify breast stood high on her chest, and were at to the lowest degree 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a benighted pinko, her nipples the sizing of dimes, and protruded out from her mounds at to the lowest degree an inch. In each nipple were gold pack. Her script squeezed her boob together ; her thumbs and fore finger's breadth pinched her mammilla, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the hump in Reid's trousers. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the binding of lounge, and inches from his head. His optic were glued to her big bosom. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so close to hip back talk, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his custody up her thighs slowly. Her body was so diffuse and quiet. Her cotton plant confect scented perfume filled his nostril as she moved her face closer to his, tossing her fuzz into his aspect, and moving her neck across his face. His deal rubbed up her cover, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his lips. Reid opened his mouth and his tongue touched Mandy's hard mamilla. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Thomas Reid to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her right field hand moved to his header and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dancing. Her hands move up and down her shapely hips and up her position, then back down. On the way down, her thumb hook into her G-string as she turned around. She twisted her rose hip 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 legs. Reid watched as the red cloth clung to her as she removed it from her pitcher. Her sassing were swollen and red, the wet piece very seeable in the flip-flop sliding past the back of her human knee. Her bridge player pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her backtalk lowered to his pant covered erection. Her sass closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the center. Mandy's helping hand rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his heavy balls, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to scarper from his mouth. She slowly moved her finger up his zipper and took clutch with her thumb and finger, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her center. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though things 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 trouser and he felt her fingers stir his cock through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the substantially she could in the pocket-sized arena. Her other hand moved up his lap and pulls on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden hook from it. Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his pant. Her hand left his cock and moved to his articulatio coxae. She tugged as he lifted his posterior up off the couch, allowing her to off his trousers and packer. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his belly making a gimcrack slapping audio.

Mandy's eye widened as Thomas Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his shot and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's oculus roll back in his fountainhead as Mandy stroked him. His cock had not had attention from someone other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the right buttons. Her indulgent hand cupped his hairy balls as she stood his cock up. Her glossa slid up his scape, then back down. She repeated various time getting his putz nice and wet, then she rose up on her knees, placing a helping hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her clapper cupped the underside of his peter as she moved down, taking about four column inch down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his groan grew, her pace quickened. Her men never left his legs. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sound of her lips smacking his tool filled the little preview as his moan grew louder and his breaths became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to receive his shipment. He placed his hands against her blonde hair's-breadth and held her. His articulatio coxae lifted off the couch as his climax hit quickly. For the low prison term her eyes left his. She closed her optic as a heavy warm onus of cum snapshot in her sassing.

Mandy wiped the excess of the warhead from the corners of her mouth, and licked her fingerbreadth. She stood, still looking into him in the heart. Her toned legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's centre closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen lips. She lowered herself onto his hard prick until her ass was on his second joint. She placed her arms around his forefront and pulled him to her breast. Reid gently suck on her breast as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her breathing became short as she moaned, filling so full moon. Her pelvic girdle began to move up and down on his stiffness. She pressed him harder into her bosom. His glossa swirled around her severely pap. His manus moved to her back and he rubbed from her shoulder joint to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her lips and running down his balls. Her perfume or body spray that she had applied seemed to take a crap him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy untried woman riding his cock.

Mandy's thrust began to become more rivet as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her rose hip. Reid moved his coxa upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety paries. His deal cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Reid felt Mandy's pussycat tighten around is turncock, 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 hammer until her sexual climax subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her back beside him. She pulled him by the script and Reid placed his cock inside her warm folds.

"Please pull out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big shaft bumped her cervix. He placed his work force on her hips and began to labor and pull his cock in and out of her. He could learn her succus making squishing audio as he rapidly thrust his articulatio coxae. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad Begin to expand. He quickly pulled his prick from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaved twat. The next crack he aimed higher and began building a puddle of cum on her belly release. He chuckled at the sight of the golden stud poker sticking out of the whitish substance. As he milked the utmost fall out, he collapsed beside side her.

Reid awoke the next morning, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his computer memory went back to the events of the dark before. He looked down. He was naked, and his testicle were sore. He sat up and scratch his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to drain his bladder. 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 away and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic mesa with a cup of coffee tree and a cigarette. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

"trade good morning,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her tee shirt, and had her boots on her feet.

"Good morn, did you sleep well ?"she asked, flashing her million dollar sign smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was deadened clip I hit the pillow. You gave me a unspoilt work out,"she said, taking a standoff off the butt.

As she exhaled, her smile left and a look of vexation came across her typeface.

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

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

"I have no regrets. I mean, I know you are married, and it was legal injury, but it has been a long prison term since I met a genuine gentleman, and trust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow formal chance in hell, that a man like you would see me as anything but a patch 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 space for you in my bed."She said as she put out the fag."Well we had better get you to town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a pair of shorts and was buttoning them up as she shut the threshold. They drove silently down the road toward Dallas where he was to pick up the car. The tripped lasted about an hour, and other than small lecture, the ride was quiet. When they entered the edge of town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the agency that held the area business office of Reid's society. Before he opened the door, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and tears seem to progress in her optic."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 office and took charge of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more Clarence Day and then flew back dwelling house.

Two week later….


Mandy sat in front of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton candy scented body spray and sprayed a respectable amount all over her consistency. She applied excess spray on her boob and neck. She adjusted her Bikini top, to make sure the little girl were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the bowed stringed instrument of her bottoms, not to evidence to a greater extent than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage curtain and where she past NiKole, a aphrodisiac brunette saltation who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the snag due, and I am a century short, better go shake my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the pall, and waited for her song to play. When the music started she stepped from behind the curtain and began her routine. Mandy never made eye contact with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the phase. As she made her kickoff terminal contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage ass, behind her was Reid .