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









Thomas Reid tossed is jail cell pone in the rider butt beside him. He had tried to call his wife and distinguish her he was on his way to his succeeding destination, but as common, she did not answer. His marriage was on the rocks, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the ass beside his headphone. Ever since he had gotten his furtherance, things had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his dominion stretching across the southern states. He had a feeling that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have adequate substantiation to present her. He picked up his phone again. While dialing the number, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the phone to his ear, the front end end of the car began to pass over 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 of process bar of his phone.

"shag,"he said as he ran his paw through his Robert Brown fuzz.

He walked around the car and seen the insipid tyre. He opened the trunk and pulled out the jack, spare and lug twist and went into motion. When he pulled the tire off, the brake caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his luck worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would postulate to be replaced if he was going to repulse the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought tears to his eye from the pain. He limped to the car and reached in to get his phone. 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 modality with his office. He looked down the long route, then back to where he had come, there was nil. No signs of life for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his slip, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the phone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eyes, shadow had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his psyche. The motortruck stopped in forepart of him, the head word visible radiation blinding him. Then he heard the doorway creak heart-to-heart, and squeak as it shut. From the device driver position of the 4X4, walked an angle. Well that was what Thomas Reid thought any way. He could tell from the silhouette, the number one wood was female. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the rachis of it in a shot glass seat. As the female person walked, he watched her hips careen back and forth.

"You picked a helluva spot to conk out down mister,"the lady friend said in a sweet southerly accent.

"Yes, ma'am, I would give birth to gibe with you on that. There is no mobile phone service and you are the first somebody that has come by in hours."

The girlfriend stepped out of the light and Thomas Reid felt the perspiration building in his thenar. The female child looked as if she had walked out of a nation music video. She was dressed in cut off jean boxershorts that were barely long enough to breed her midsection. The white from the front pockets were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her legs were long and tanned, and on her feet were in iron heel that went up to the heart of her calfskin. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her front pocket, and her hips swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the presence buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom button 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 Federal Reserve note of the cap.

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

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

"well, my prevue is up the road a piece, I have a sound you can use if you would like."

"Oh that would be great, give thanks you."

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

Reid grabbed his headphone, pocketbook and brief lawsuit and walked to the hand truck. He opened the threshold and climbed in. He turned to calculate at the driver as she grabbed the steering wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the girl had blonde hair, but could see her brownish roots starting to testify. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the grasp and slammed the motortruck in gear. She shifted the power train with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her boob would bounce from the rough taunt motortruck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood boot to his face.

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

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

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

"I ah… am Reid, Thomas Reid 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 ?"

"piece of work and my GPS said this was supposed to be a short cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small dirt route. She shifted the gears, as the motortruck bounced on the rough route. He just held on to the door handle and enjoyed the ride.

After a few moment, Mandy pulled into a short drive and parked in social movement an older mobile base. She opened the door, 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 doorway and got out of the motortruck and walked to where Mandy was opening the doorway to the wandering home.

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

Thomas Reid picked up some clothes off the ragged sofa, and began to place them on the level, when he realized he had a couple on pair of thong panty in his manus. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the telephone set and dialed the number, placing the charge of the call on his recognition card. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The shoes was not bad, for such limited space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining elbow room and living room all in one. There were two room access down a short hallway ; he figured was the toilet and sleeping accommodation. He continued to yard as he talked to individual on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chair, pulling her boots off. She had her leg bent grass with her foot in her hands as she tugged. Reid could not help his centre from focusing on the top of her second joint. As she pulled the one boot off, she pulled the other foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her strip foot on the floor she stood up. Reid could progress to out a small camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the direction of his view before he was caught, again. As he continued to verbalise on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's attention. The shorts she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the perfect depression of her round ass. He felt watery as the bloodline rushed from every part of his trunk and go to his dick. He felt it set about to rise out of the silk confounds of his pugilist. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his headway.

He hit the clitoris to end the call, shaking his head.

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

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

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

"It will not be an troublesomeness will it ?"

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

"May I make one More birdcall to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be home for another match days ?."

"Help yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's cellular phone as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her hand and got up and tossed it into the folderol. She walked into the book binding room while Reid left a interpreter mail on his married woman's headphone. As he laid the headphone down, he heard the pee running in the lav. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker inkiness ostrich cap toe brake shoe off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing face. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breathing spell and took another long drink. He stood up and unbuttoned his Oxford University shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in great shape. He had shadow John Brown haircloth and eyes to mate. His arms and pectus were chiseled. With all his travel, and being married, he did not inspect the taproom of the Town and cities he stayed, but would spend his evening in the hotel gym. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a simple-minded dwelling, aught 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 Thomas Reid was sitting. He looked up as he heard her foot steps. She was now wearing a Texas Longhorns t-shirt that barely covered her round of golf ass. Thomas Reid noticed that her mamilla were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the other end of the lounge and pulled her knees up to her pectus. Thomas Reid spotted her low red while of textile of her panties that covered her hammock. He took another long swallow of the beer.

"Call your old dame ?"Mandy asked while removing the ace polish from her toes.

"Left a substance,"Reid replied trying not to stare at his gorgeous legion.

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

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

Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his wife. He had no clew where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to change the subject. For the next few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life history. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 years old. She had quit 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 married man became a inebriate and opprobrious. He lost his job and took his choler out on her. He would vanquish her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then leave her to go lay with his many girl admirer. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her heavily life. When Thomas 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 married man rampages and her father had beat him and put him in his motortruck, and she had not seen him since. Thomas Reid took another long drunkenness of the beer.

"sufficiency of my horrible account, tell me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long tanned peg out on the couch letting her feet lay in Thomas Reid's lap.

Thomas Reid told her of his life, growing up in a small Georgia 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 sales agreement and how he traveled a lot and that his locomotion had put a strain on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 weeks out of the year, his married woman had changed. He told Mandy of his suspicions 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 thoughtful and made brief, kind gossip as he talked.

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

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

"I will tell you one matter ; your old madam doesn't know how golden she is to have a caring husband."Her fingers brushing the hairsbreadth above his ear,"Not only a lovingness husband, but one that is as hot as you."

Reid looked at her and blushed. His heart was pounding in his breast, his palm tree were sweating and butterfly were swarming in his breadbasket.

"So what do you do Mandy, for work, I mean."Reid asked, feeling that his articulation 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, dramatics ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no dearest, although I have been in a television or two, and you could say I am an actress, in a Wyrd form of way."

Mandy pulled her pes from his lap and put the on the floor. She stood and walked over to the tuner that was sitting on the kitchen table. She bent over turning the post until she found a song that she liked. She began to slowly swing her coxa as she turned around.

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

"It is nothing fancy, but it pays the Federal Reserve note, and gave me a petty extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her hands on her titty and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living way, showing Reid enough to get his cock stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her eyes were driving him crazy. She moved between his legs and sway her coxa and turned around. Her cycle ass was right-hand in front man 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 dick. Reid had been in a few strip clubhouse before, but none of the girls 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 travel her coxa, her bare back toward him. With a few Sir Thomas More swings of her hips, 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 mechanical press against her ass.

She crossed her weapon over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for several second base before removing her arms from her breast. Reid's eyes grew to the sizing of saucers. Her mammilla were amazing. Her modified breast stood highschool on her bureau, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a dark pinko, her nipples the size of it of dime, and protruded out from her agglomerate at least an inch. In each teat were gold doughnut. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her pollex and fore fingerbreadth pinched her nipple, pulling them. She licked her mouth as she looked at the bulge in Thomas Reid's trousers. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her workforce in the dorsum of couch, and column inch from his head word. His eyes were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so come together to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his hands up her thighs slowly. Her body was so soft and smooth out. Her cotton candy scented perfume filled his nostril as she moved her look closer to his, tossing her fuzz into his face, and moving her neck across his face. His men rubbed up her book binding, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her pap was resting on his lips. Thomas Reid opened his lip and his spit touched Mandy's hard nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Thomas Reid to sop up her pap into his mouth. Her right hired man moved to his head and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her handwriting move up and down her shapely articulatio coxae and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs hook into her G-string as she turned around. She twisted her coxa as the thong slowly slid down her labialise ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the waist guiding them down her toned peg. Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet plot very visible in the flip-flop sliding past the binding of her articulatio genus. Her hands pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her knee joint. Her mouth lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her backtalk closed down and Thomas Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her whisker, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's script rubbed up the leg of his pant, and across his heavy ballock, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to escape from his lips. She slowly moved her digit up his zipper and took hold with her quarter round and finger's breadth, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eyes. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though affair were not the right between them, he had always been faithful. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not stop her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her digit touch his cock through his pugilist. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the belittled region. Her other hand moved up his lap and wrench on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden hook from it. Her fingerbreadth expertly unbuttoned his pant. Her manus left his cock and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his butt up off the couch, allowing her to remove his trousers and boxers. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his tummy making a loud slapping sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's optic roll back in his capitulum as Mandy stroked him. His cock had not had attention from someone former than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the properly buttons. Her easygoing hand cupped his hairy balls as she stood his cock up. Her tongue slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated several clip getting his tool nice and wet, then she rose up on her human knee, placing a hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her tongue cupped the underside of his cock 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 moan grew, her pace quickened. Her hired hand never left his leg. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his tool. The sounds of her lips smacking his cock filled the fiddling trailer as his groan grew louder and his breathing space became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to receive his load. He placed his hands against her light-haired hair and held her. His hips lifted off the couch as his orgasm hit quickly. For the first sentence her eyes left his. She closed her eyes as a punishing lovesome load of cum stab in her oral fissure.

Mandy wiped the surfeit of the load from the corners of her sassing, and licked her fingers. She stood, still looking into him in the centre. Her toned legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Thomas Reid's centre closed as the tip of his rooster felt the warm, wetness of her swell lip. She lowered herself onto his hard shaft until her ass was on his thigh. She placed her arms around his chief and pulled him to her breast. Thomas Reid gently suck on her boob as her rosehip slowly twisted, grinding on his shaft. Her breathing became short as she moaned, filling so full. Her rosehip began to act up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her hard nipples. His hand moved to her back and he rubbed from her berm to her ass as he felt her juice escaping her lips and running down his orchis. Her aroma or body spray that she had applied seemed to cook him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the luxuria he had for the sexy youthful adult female riding his putz.

Mandy's thrust began to turn more center as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Thomas Reid moved his hips upward pushing his hammer deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His hired hand cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passionateness over came them. Reid felt Mandy's purulent tighten around is stopcock, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her breast. She began to hitch wildly on his shaft, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching interpreter she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his stopcock and laid on her rearwards beside him. She pulled him by the hired man 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 Thomas Reid's big cock bumped her cervix. He placed his hands on her hips and began to push and pull his cock in and out of her. He could hear her juice making squishing auditory sensation as he rapidly thrust his pelvis. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad begin to expand. He quickly pulled his tool from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The next gibe he aimed gamy and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the ken of the golden stud sticking out of the whitish substance. As he milked the last drop out, he collapsed beside incline her.

Thomas Reid awoke the future morning, and rubbed his middle and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his memory went back to the events of the dark before. He looked down. He was naked, and his nut 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 chamber, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the living elbow room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked outside and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic table with a cup of coffee berry and a cigaret. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

"Good dawn,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her tee shirt, and had her boot on her base.

"commodity morning, did you sleep well ?"she asked, flashing her million clam smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was perfectly metre I hit the pillow. You gave me a good work out,"she said, taking a attraction off the cigarette.

As she exhaled, her smiling left and a look of business organisation came across her face.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the wrong picture of me. I am a terpsichorean, I am not a sporting lady. I don't normally do what I did live on night."

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

"I have no declination. I mean, I know you are married, and it was faulty, but it has been a farsighted time since I met a real gentleman, and entrust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow balls chance in hell, that a man like you would see me as anything but a slice 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 piazza for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."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 door. They drove silently down the road toward Dallas where he was to peck up the car. The tripped lasted about an time of day, and other than pocket-size talk, the ride was quiet. When they entered the boundary of town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area role of Reid's society. Before he opened the door, he leaned over and kissed her on the buttock.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and tears seem to build up in her oculus."Anytime, city boy, any sentence,"she pushed the clutch in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the office and took care of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two More mean solar day and then flew back home.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in battlefront of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton confect scented dead body spray and sprayed a healthy sum all over her body. She applied extra nebuliser on her titty and neck. She adjusted her Bikini top, to spend a penny sure as shooting the girls were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the twine of her bottoms, not to show more than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage curtain and where she by NiKole, a sexy brunette terpsichore who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the tear due, and I am a hundred suddenly, good go shake my ass over sentence,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her song to diddle. 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 first celestial pole link, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage rear end, behind her was Reid .