The latest fantasy from my mental imagery ... hope you enjoy.









Reid tossed is cell pone in the rider seat beside him. He had tried to promise his wife and tell her he was on his way to his next finish, but as common, she did not answer. His wedding was on the rock and roll, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the seat beside his telephone. 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 commonwealth. He had a feeling that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough proof 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 of the car began to stand out around and the steering wheel jerked back and Forth. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The song had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No signal"on the service bar of his phone.

"screw,"he said as he ran his hired hand through his brown haircloth.

He walked around the car and seen the flat tire. He opened the automobile trunk and pulled out the jack, spare part and lug wrench and went into motion. When he pulled the tire off, the Pteridium aquilinum caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his luck worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would want to be replaced if he was going to drive the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought tears to his eye from the annoyance. 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 enough signal to get in touch with his situation. He looked down the long route, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signs of life story for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his head trip, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an 60 minutes. In disgust, he tossed the speech sound in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his heart, shadow had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his forefront. The truck stopped in front of him, the brain lights blinding him. Then he heard the door creak open, and close call as it shut. From the driver English of the 4X4, walked an angle. Well that was what Thomas Reid thought any way. He could tell from the silhouette, the device driver was distaff. She had a baseball game cap on, and he could see her haircloth flowing out the back of it in a pony tush. As the female person walked, he watched her hips tilt back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to break down mister,"the fille said in a sweet southern accent.

"Yes, ma'am, I would have to fit in with you on that. There is no cellular telephone service and you are the commencement soul that has come by in hours."

The girlfriend stepped out of the Light and Reid felt the perspiration building in his palms. The lady friend looked as if she had walked out of a area euphony video. She was dressed in cut off jean shorts that were barely long enough to cover her midsection. The snowy from the front pouch were peeking under the leg of the boxers. Her legs were long and tanned, and on her infantry were in flush that went up to the heart of her calves. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her straw man pocket, and her hips swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a white shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the front buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her big bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom clitoris of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a Calidris canutus, just above her studded belly button. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her eyes as they peered out from under the billhook of the cap.

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

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

"fountainhead, my dawdler is up the route a while, I have a earphone you can use if you would like."

"Oh that would be great, thank you."

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

Reid grabbed his earphone, pocketbook and brief case and walked to the motortruck. He opened the threshold 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 girlfriend had blonde whisker, but could see her brown solution starting to evidence. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clutch and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the paraphernalia with informality. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her breast would take a hop from the rough mount motortruck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood Rush 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 most people just call me Mandy. I am use to the great unwashed looking at my titties, it is all good."

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

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

"body 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 road. She shifted the gear mechanism, as the hand truck bounced on the rough route. He just held on to the door handle and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short ride and parked in front an older Mobile River home. 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 nighttime ?"

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

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

Reid picked up some clothes off the ragged sofa, and began to point them on the trading floor, when he realized he had a couple pair of G-string step-in in his workforce. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephony. He took the phone and dialed the act, placing the charge of the call on his acknowledgment posting. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The plaza was not bad, for such limited space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. There were two door down a light hallway ; he figured was the bathroom and chamber. He continued to stride as he talked to soul on the early end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chair, pulling her boots off. She had her leg bent with her foot in her hired hand as she tugged. Reid could not facilitate his middle from focusing on the top of her second joint. As she pulled the one boot off, she pulled the early foot up and repeated the movement. When she put her nude foot on the floor she stood up. Reid could make out a pocket-size camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the direction of his sight 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 waist, which caught Reid's tending. The shorts she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the perfect imprint of her round ass. He felt weakly as the blood rushed from every share of his consistency and go to his cock. He felt it begin to ascend 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 push to end the call, shaking his principal.

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

"Well my office staff 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 submit you to the car in the morning."

"It will not be an worriment will it ?"

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

"May I make one Sir Thomas More call to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be place for another twosome daytime ?."

"service yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's cadre as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her hand and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the rearwards way while Reid left a part mail service on his married woman's phone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the water system running in the bathroom. He sat on the lounge, pulling his Barker Black ostrich cap toe shoes off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing cheek. He had not drunk a bum beer since college. He held his breath and took another foresightful drinking. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chairman arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in cracking conformation. He had dark brown fuzz and eye to match. His coat of arms and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not gossip the cake of the towns and urban center he stayed, but would drop his evening in the hotel gymnasium. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a dewy-eyed 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 whole tone. She was now wearing a TX Texas longhorn T-shirt that barely covered her stave ass. Thomas Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton wool cloth. She sat on the other end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. Thomas Reid spotted her small red while of fabric of her panties that covered her pitcher's mound. He took another tenacious swallow of the beer.

"Call your old gentlewoman ?"Mandy asked while removing the nail polish from her toes.

"Left a subject matter,"Reid replied trying not to gaze at his gorgeous host.

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

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

Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his wife. He had no clue where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to shift the subject. For the next few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 years old. She had foreswear schooltime 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 married man became a inebriate and abusive. He lost his job and took his anger out on her. He would wash up her and then he would spoil her repeatedly and then leave her to go lay with his many girl supporter. Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her hard lifetime. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her father had pulled up one day in the centre of one of her husbands violent disorder and her father had beat him and put him in his truck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another prospicient drink of the beer.

"enough of my atrocious story, evidence me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her yearn bronzed peg out on the couch letting her ft lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his animation, growing up in a small GA 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 sale and how he traveled a lot and that his travelling had put a strain on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 hebdomad out of the yr, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his suspicions that his wife was cheating but had not test copy and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed same hours. Mandy was paying attention and made brief, variety comments as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her metrical unit still in his lap. She propped her head on her hired man, and had a consoling smiling on her face.

"I will distinguish you one thing ; your old peeress doesn't know how favorable she is to bear a lovingness husband."Her fingers brushing the hair 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 chest, his palm were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his tum.

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

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

"You are in the film, theatre ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no honey, although I have been in a TV or two, and you could say I am an actress, in a weird sort of way."

Mandy pulled her feet from his lap and put the on the floor. 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 titillating 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 more, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is nada fancy, but it pays the bills, 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 sustenance room, showing Reid enough to get his peter stirring. She moved closer to him, the facial expression in her eyes were driving him softheaded. She moved between his peg and swung her articulatio coxae and turned around. Her round ass was rightfulness in front of him. She lowered her ass down to just above his lap, she moved her hips up and down, and with every down feather, she moved closer to his cock. Reid had been in a few strip guild before, but none of the girls he had dance for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her t-shirt up and pulled it over her straits. She continued to move her rosehip, her bare back toward him. With a few more golf stroke of her hips, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her hips against his growing phallus, and she moaned as she felt the laborious cock press against her ass.

She crossed her sleeve over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for respective instant before removing her arms from her breast. Thomas Reid's eyes grew to the size of it of disc. Her breast were amazing. Her change titty stood high gear 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 dark garden pink, her nipples the sizing of dimes, and protruded out from her cumulation at least an inch. In each nipple were gold rings. Her work force squeezed her breast together ; her ovolo and fore fingers pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the bump in Reid's trousers. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the back of couch, and inches from his header. His centre were glued to her big knocker. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so ending to hip back talk, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his deal up her thighs slowly. Her dead body was so voiced and legato. Her cotton plant confect scented essence filled his nostrils as she moved her face closer to his, tossing her haircloth into his expression, and moving her neck across his aspect. His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her teat was resting on his lips. Reid opened his oral cavity and his tongue touched Mandy's hard nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Thomas Reid to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her right hand moved to his head and pressed it harder on to her mamilla.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her mitt move up and down her shapely hips and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs hook shot into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the G-string slowly slid down her round down ass. As she pushed them down she set slowly at the waist guiding them down her tone up legs. Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her hammock. Her brim were swollen and red, the wet patch very visible in the thong sliding past the back of her articulatio genus. Her hands pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her back talk lowered to his pant covered erection. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her fuzz, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's hand rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his heavy nut, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a groan to scat from his lips. She slowly moved her finger up his zipper and took hold with her thumb and finger, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eyes. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though things were not the best between them, he had always been close. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not stop her. She unzipped his pant and he felt her digit relate his turncock through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the good she could in the lowly country. Her former hand moved up his lap and pulls on his belted ammunition, pulling the leather back and pushing the favourable hook from it. Her fingerbreadth expertly unbuttoned his trouser. Her helping hand left his cock and moved to his rose hip. She tugged as he lifted his bed up off the couch, allowing her to take away his trouser and shorts. She gently pulled his boxers over his hard-on, and it bounced back against his tum making a gaudy slapping sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Thomas Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her fingers around his calamus and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's eyes roll back in his straits as Mandy stroked him. His peter had not had attention from someone other than himself for calendar month and Mandy was pushing all the right buttons. Her delicate hand cupped his hairy balls as she stood his cock up. Her tongue slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated several time getting his cock nice and wet, then she rose up on her human knee, placing a hired 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 inch down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moans grew, her yard quickened. Her hands never left his leg. Her fingers gripped tightly into his second joint as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sound of her mouth smacking his cock filled the piddling prevue as his moan grew louder and his breaths became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to receive his load. He placed his helping hand against her blonde hair and held her. His pelvic girdle lifted off the sofa as his orgasm hit quickly. For the commencement time her eye left his. She closed her eyes as a laboured warmly load of cum shot in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the excess of the warhead from the street corner of her mouth, and licked her fingers. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her toned legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Thomas Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen lips. She lowered herself onto his voiceless dick until her ass was on his second joint. She placed her munition around his headway and pulled him to her breast. Reid gently suck on her breast as her hip joint slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her breathing became short as she moaned, filling so full phase of the moon. Her rosehip began to incite up and down on his ruggedness. She pressed him harder into her bosom. His tongue swirled around her hard nipples. His hands moved to her back and he rubbed from her articulatio humeri 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 reach him intoxicate, or he was drunk off the lecherousness he had for the sexy Thomas Young woman riding his tool.

Mandy's thrust began to become more concentrated as her coming neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Reid moved his hips upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His hands cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as warmth over came them. Reid felt Mandy's pussy tighten around is cock, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her breast. She began to buck wildly on his turncock, 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 back beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Thomas Reid placed his prick inside her warm folds.

"Please pull out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big cock bumped her uterine cervix. He placed his hands on her pelvic arch and began to labor and attract his rooster in and out of her. He could hear her juice making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his pelvic arch. He soon felt his balls begin to prickle and he felt his prostrate sword lily Menachem Begin to expand. He quickly pulled his cock from her as the initiative jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The next shot he aimed in high spirits and began building a pool of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the sight of the halcyon stud sticking out of the milky substance. As he milked the last drop out, he collapsed beside side her.

Reid awoke the next morning, and rubbed his middle and looked around, confused at his environs. Then his computer storage went back to the event of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and chafe his center. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to debilitate his bladder. He politely flushed the lav and exited the bathroom and looked toward Mandy's bedchamber, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the animation room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked external and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic table with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

"Good morning,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her T-shirt, and had her iron boot on her substructure.

"trade good forenoon, did you log Z's well ?"she asked, flashing her million dollar smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was absolutely time I hit the pillow. You gave me a good work out,"she said, taking a hook off the fag.

As she exhaled, her smile left and a facial expression of vexation came across her aspect.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the wrong mental picture 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 react but was interrupted.

"I have no declination. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrongly, but it has been a long clock time since I met a genuine gentleman, and rely me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow ball chance in hell, that a man like you would see me as anything but a piece 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 home 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 pick up the car. The tripped lasted about an hour, and other than small talk of the town, the ride was quiet. When they entered the bound of Town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the office staff that held the area billet of Reid's company. 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 build in her eyes."Anytime, city boy, any meter,"she pushed the clutch in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the authority and took care of everything and got the car. He was in TX for two more days and then flew back home.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in front of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton fiber candy scented consistence spraying and sprayed a healthy amount all over her dead body. She applied special spray on her breast and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to fix surely the girlfriend were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the twine of her bottoms, not to evidence more than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage pall and where she past NiKole, a aphrodisiacal brunette dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the rents due, and I am a 100 short, expert go shake my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the drape, and waited for her song to act as. When the medicine started she stepped from behind the mantle and began her bit. Mandy never made eye contact with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the stage. As she made her 1st rod contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage hind end, behind her was Thomas Reid .