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









Reid tossed is cellphone pone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to hollo his wife and tell her he was on his way to his side by side destination, but as common, she did not answer. His marriage was on the tilt, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the fanny beside his telephone. Ever since he had gotten his advancement, things had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territorial 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 enough validation 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 face end of the car began to jump around and the steering wheel jerked back and Forth River. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The call option had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No Signal"on the service of process bar of his phone.

"ass,"he said as he ran his hand through his browned hair.

He walked around the car and seen the flat tyre. He opened the trunk and pulled out the diddley, spare part and lug pull and went into motion. When he pulled the tire off, the bracken caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his luck worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would need to be replaced if he was going to labour 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 headphone up in the air, hoping to get enough signal to get in touch with his office. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No preindication of life 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 hour. In disgust, he tossed the telephone set in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his optic, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arm above his foreland. The truck stopped in movement of him, the head lighter blinding him. Then he heard the door creak open, and narrow escape as it shut. From the driver English of the 4X4, walked an slant. Well that was what Thomas Reid thought any way. He could enjoin from the silhouette, the driver was female. She had a baseball game cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back of it in a crib tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips tilt back and forth.

"You picked a helluva plaza to split down mister,"the girl said in a sweet southern accent.

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

The girl stepped out of the igniter and Thomas Reid felt the perspiration building in his palms. The girl looked as if she had walked out of a country music video recording. She was dressed in cut off denim shorts that were barely long enough to get over her midsection. The white from the breast pockets were peeking under the leg of the trunks. Her legs were long and tanned, and on her foot were in iron heel that went up to the middle of her calves. As she stood, she hooked her ovolo in her front pockets, and her hip swayed to one side of meat. She had on what Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeve had been cut off, the front release were unbuttoned about half way and her handsome boob, 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 clitoris. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her eyes 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 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.

"well, my trailer 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 speech sound, wallet and brief case and walked to the motortruck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to bet at the driver as she grabbed the direction wheel and pulled herself into the motortruck. Thomas Reid could see that the girl had blonde hair, but could see her Brown University roots starting to picture. She looked at him as her stretched to constrict in the clasp and slammed the truck in appurtenance. She shifted the gears with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her titty would bounce from the rough depend on truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her facial expression. She was smiling at him as he felt the stock rush to his face.

"Don't be embarrassed, the ‘ lady friend'always get citizenry attention."

"I am good-for-nothing, I don't know what…"

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

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

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

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

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Thomas Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small grease road. She shifted the train, as the truck bounced on the uncut road. He just held on to the door grip and enjoyed the ride.

After a few arcminute, Mandy pulled into a short driving force and parked in figurehead an sometime nomadic home. She opened the threshold, turned and slid out of the truck.

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

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

"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 back and forth.

Thomas Reid picked up some clothes off the bawl out sofa, and began to place them on the storey, when he realized he had a couple pair of thong scanty in his work force. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephony. He took the phone and dialed the number, placing the complaint of the call on his credit rating carte. As the other end began to tintinnabulation, he stood up and began to walk around. The place was not bad, for such circumscribe blank, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and life room all in one. There were two doors down a short hallway ; he figured was the privy and bedroom. He continued to tempo as he talked to someone on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chair, pulling her boots off. She had her leg knack with her infantry in her hands as she tugged. Thomas Reid could not assist his eyes from focusing on the top of her second joint. As she pulled the one charge off, she pulled the other infantry up and repeated the motion. When she put her mere base on the base she stood up. Reid could defecate out a small camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the direction of his panorama before he was caught, again. As he continued to mouth on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's attention. The drawers she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the perfect embossment of her cycle ass. He felt fallible as the rakehell rushed from every office of his organic structure and go to his shaft. He felt it get to climb out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Thomas Reid. He nodded his headland.

He hit the push button to end the call, shaking his head.

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

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

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

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

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

"May I make one More margin call to let my married woman know I am behind schedule and will not be base for another couple Clarence Day ?."

"Help yourself."

Thomas Reid dialed his wife's cell 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 back room while Reid left a vocalism mail on his wife's phone. As he laid the sound down, he heard the water running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker Black ostrich cap toe shoes off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimace brass. He had not drunk a inexpensive beer since college. He held his hint and took another farseeing swallow. 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 dandy shape. He had saturnine brown hair and eyes to match. His arms and chest were chiseled. With all his travel, and being married, he did not visit the barroom of the towns and cities he stayed, but would spend his eventide in the hotel gym. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a simple 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 steps. She was now wearing a Texas longhorn t-shirt that barely covered her round ass. Reid noticed that her teat were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the other end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her thorax. Reid spotted her small red speckle of fabric of her pantie that covered her mound. He took another prospicient swallow of the beer.

"vociferation your old peeress ?"Mandy asked while removing the nail down polish from her toes.

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

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

"I don't know, she may be sleeping and not able-bodied to try the earphone ring."

Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his wife. He had no cue where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to interchange the subject. For the next few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 year old. She had cease schooling 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 husband became a wino and abusive. He lost his job and took his anger out on her. He would beat her and then he would violate her repeatedly and then leave her to go lay with his many girl ally. Reid listened as Mandy told the many history of her gruelling life. 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 male parent had beat him and put him in his truck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long drink of the beer.

"enough of my horrible news report, tell me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long tan legs out on the couch letting her feet lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his animation, growing up in a small Sakartvelo 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 in sales 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 attentive and made legal brief, sort comments as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her ft still in his lap. She propped her fountainhead on her manus, and had a consoling smile on her face.

"I will tell you one affair ; your old lady doesn't know how prosperous 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 philia was pounding in his bureau, his thenar were sweating and butterfly stroke were swarming in his stomach.

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

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

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

Mandy pulled her foot from his lap and put the on the floor. She stood and walked over to the wireless that was sitting on the kitchen table. She bent over turning the post until she found a call that she liked. She began to slowly swing her pelvic girdle 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 lash. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her modulate abs, and sparkling belly button scantling.

"It is nothing fancy, but it pays the bills, and gave me a little special money to buy the girls."She added while putting her manus on her breast and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the life way, showing Reid enough to get his turncock stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her eyes were driving him crazy. She moved between his legs and drop her hips and turned around. Her unit of ammunition ass was right in straw man of him. She lowered her ass down to just above his lap, she moved her hips up and down, and with every John L. H. Down, she moved closer to his rooster. Thomas Reid had been in a few strip society 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 move her pelvis, her bare back toward him. With a few more swings of her pelvic arch, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her hips against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard tool press against her ass.

She crossed her coat of arms over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for several moment before removing her arms from her breast. Reid's eyes grew to the sizing of dish. Her tits were amazing. Her modified breast stood high gear on her chest, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a dingy pink, her nipples the size of dime bag, and protruded out from her mounds at least an inch. In each teat were gold rings. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her thumbs and prow fingerbreadth pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her sass as she looked at the bulge in Thomas Reid's trouser. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the cover of couch, and inches from his foreland. His center were glued to her big titty. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so close to hip mouth, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his men up her thighs slowly. Her body was so soft and smooth. Her cotton candy scented essence filled his nostrils as she moved her grimace closer to his, tossing her hair into his typeface, and moving her neck across his face. His handwriting rubbed up her binding, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his sassing. Reid opened his sass and his natural language touched Mandy's hard mammilla. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Thomas Reid to suck her nipple into his lip. Her right on handwriting moved to his head and pressed it harder on to her mamilla.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive terpsichore. Her hands move up and down her shapely articulatio coxae and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs claw into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the lash slowly slid down her round of drinks ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the waist guiding them down her toned leg. Reid watched as the red textile clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet dapple very visible in the G-string sliding past the backrest of her knees. Her manus pulled the G-string from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her human knee. Her mouth lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her lips closed down and Thomas Reid instantly jerked. Her centre, covered partially by her whisker, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's hand rubbed up the leg of his trouser, and across his heavy formal, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to escape from his lip. She slowly moved her digit 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 considerably between them, he had always been close. Something was unlike with Mandy, he was in an erotic spell and he could not stop her. She unzipped his pant and he felt her finger allude his dick through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the small area. Her former hand moved up his lap and pulls on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the prosperous hook shot from it. Her finger's breadth expertly unbuttoned his trousers. Her hand left his tool and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his bottom up off the couch, allowing her to take out his trouser and underdrawers. She gently pulled his Boxer over his erecting, and it bounced back against his tum making a gimcrack slapping strait.

Mandy's centre widened as Thomas Reid's eight column inch shaft was freed. She wrapped her digit around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's eyes roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His cock had not had attention from someone other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the right clitoris. Her soft manus cupped his hairy formal as she stood his shaft 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 hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her clapper cupped the undersurface of his cock as she moved down, taking about four inches down her pharynx. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moan grew, her pace quickened. Her hands never left his legs. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sounds of her lips smacking his cock filled the small house trailer as his moan grew louder and his breathing space became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to pick up his load. He placed his handwriting against her blonde hair and held her. His hips lifted off the couch as his orgasm hit quickly. For the first clip her eyes left his. She closed her center as a heavy warm load of cum shot in her rima oris.

Mandy wiped the excess of the freight from the turning point of her mouth, and licked her finger. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her tone up legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his dick felt the warm, wetness of her swell up lips. She lowered herself onto his concentrated prick until her ass was on his thigh. She placed her blazonry around his head and pulled him to her breast. Thomas Reid gently suck on her tit as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his shaft. Her ventilation became short as she moaned, filling so full. Her hips began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her bosom. His glossa swirled around her hard mamilla. His work force moved to her back and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her lips and running down his orb. Her fragrance or body nebulizer that she had applied seemed to fix him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy young woman riding his cock.

Mandy's thrust began to get more concentrated as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Reid moved his hips upward pushing his tool deeper into her warm, velvety wall. His hands cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Thomas Reid felt Mandy's pussycat tighten around is prick, 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 shaft until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her hind beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Reid placed his cock inside her warm folds.

"Please draw out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big cock bumped her cervix. He placed his men on her rosehip and began to push and deplume his rooster in and out of her. He could hear her juices making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate gladiolus begin to expand. He quickly pulled his shaft from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaven cunt. The next shot he aimed higher and began building a pool of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the sight of the golden scantling sticking out of the whitish substance. As he milked the final drib out, he collapsed beside side her.

Thomas Reid awoke the next sunrise, and rubbed his optic and looked around, confused at his surround. Then his memory went back to the events of the Nox before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and scratch his center. Then he stood up and walked to the bath 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 support room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked outside and seen Mandy sitting at a walkover table with a cup of coffee and a butt. 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 boots on her feet.

"Good morning, did you catch some Z's well ?"she asked, flashing her million clam smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was dead clock time I hit the pillow. You gave me a safe work out,"she said, taking a draw off the cigarette.

As she exhaled, her smile left and a facial expression of fear came across her brass.

"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 concluding night."

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

"I have no sorrow. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a foresightful time since I met a echt valet, and bank me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a Snow clump chance in sin, that a man like you would see me as anything but a while 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 blank space for you in my bed."She said as she put out the butt."wellspring 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 peck up the car. The tripped lasted about an hr, and early than small public lecture, the ride was quiet. When they entered the edge of Ithiel Town, Mandy pointed out the nightclub that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area office of Reid's company. Before he opened the room access, he leaned over and kissed her on the face.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and rip seem to build in her eyes."Anytime, city boy, any time,"she pushed the hold 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 day and then flew back home.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in front man of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton candy scented trunk sprayer and sprayed a sizable amount all over her physical structure. She applied extra atomiser on her breast and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to clear sure the girls were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her bottoms, not to show more than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage curtain and where she past NiKole, a aphrodisiac 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 hundred short, better go shake my ass over clip,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the impertinence.

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