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









Reid tossed is mobile phone pone in the passenger tush beside him. He had tried to call his wife and tell her he was on his way to his next terminus, but as usual, she did not answer. 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 dominion stretching across the southern states. He had a touch sensation that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough test copy to present her. He picked up his phone again. While dialing the figure, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the phone to his ear, the forepart end of the car began to jump around and the steering wheel jerked back and Forth. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The shout had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No Signal"on the overhaul bar of his phone.

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

He walked around the car and seen the flat tyre. He opened the trunk and pulled out the squat, spare and lug wrench and went into apparent motion. When he pulled the tire off, the bracken caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his circumstances worsened, the calliper had been damaged and would involve 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 pain sensation. 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 modality with his office. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signs of life-time for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an minute. In disgust, he tossed the phone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the auditory sensation of tire rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eye, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his head. The truck stopped in front of him, the head twinkle blinding him. Then he heard the door creak open, and squeak as it shut. From the driver side of the 4X4, walked an angle. Well that was what Reid thought any way. He could recount from the silhouette, the number one wood was female person. She had a baseball game cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back of it in a crib fanny. As the female walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

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

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

The little girl stepped out of the brightness and Reid felt the perspiration building in his palms. The girl looked as if she had walked out of a country music video. She was dressed in cut off denim shorts that were barely long enough to cover her midriff. The white from the look sack were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her branch were longsighted and tanned, and on her feet were in boots that went up to the midsection of her calf. As she stood, she hooked her ovolo in her front sac, and her pelvic girdle swayed to one slope. She had on what Thomas Reid thought looked like a gabardine shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the front buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her openhanded bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom release of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a mi, just above her studded belly release. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her eyes as they peered out from under the note of the cap.

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

Reid told her about the calliper and if he could get in sense of touch with his place, he could get them to contact some one in the country to get him another car, or recreate the one he had.

"Well, my trailer is up the road a piece, I have a telephone set you can use if you would like."

"Oh that would be groovy, thank you."

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

Reid grabbed his phone, notecase and brief instance and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to wait at the number one wood as she grabbed the guidance wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the fille had blonde hair, but could see her Brown roots starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clasp and slammed the motortruck in gear mechanism. She shifted the gears with ease. Thomas Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her breast would rebound from the rough free truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her side. She was smiling at him as he felt the roue rush 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 visit me Mandy. I am use to mass looking at my boob, it is all good."

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

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

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

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a belittled grease route. She shifted the train, as the truck bounced on the rough road. He just held on to the room access handle and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short drive and parked in battlefront an sure-enough mobile domicile. She opened the room access, turned and slid out of the motortruck.

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

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

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

Reid picked up some apparel off the ragged sofa, and began to place them on the floor, when he realized he had a match pair of thong step-in in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the phone and dialed the identification number, placing the charge of the call on his credit card. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to take the air around. The place was not bad, for such limited place, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining elbow room and animation elbow room all in one. There were two doors down a poor hallway ; he figured was the bathroom and bedroom. He continued to tread as he talked to someone on the former end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chair, pulling her boot off. She had her leg bent with her foot in her men as she tugged. Reid could not help his eyes from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one iron heel off, she pulled the other infantry up and repeated the apparent motion. When she put her bare foot on the floor she stood up. Reid could make out a small camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the focus of his scene before he was caught, again. As he continued to spill on the telephone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's attending. The short she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the gross imprint of her round ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every character of his soundbox and go to his tool. He felt it start to rise out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his question.

He hit the button to end the call, shaking his question.

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

"wellspring my function is going to get me another car, but it will not be until lately tomorrow morning."

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

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

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

"May I make one more song to let my wife know I am behind agenda and will not be home base for another mates days ?."

"Help yourself."

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 rearward elbow room while Thomas Reid left a voice mail on his married woman's phone. As he laid the speech sound down, he heard the water running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker Shirley Temple Black ostrich cap toe shoes off his fundament. He took a sip of the beer, and made a make a face face. He had not drunk a meretricious beer since college. He held his breath and took another foresightful drink. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the death chair arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in with child shape. He had dark brown hair and center to match. His arms and pectus were chiseled. With all his travelling, and being married, he did not inspect the ginmill of the town and cities he stayed, but would expend his evening in the hotel gymnasium. As he sat he looked around at his environs. Mandy had a simple dwelling, nothing like what he was accustomed to staying in, but he was thankful the he would not be sleeping in his car.

Mandy came back to where Reid was sitting. He looked up as he heard her foot steps. She was now wearing a Texas Longhorns T-shirt that barely covered her round ass. Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton wool textile. She sat on the other end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. Reid spotted her minor red patch of material of her pantie that covered her pitcher's mound. He took another long swallow of the beer.

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

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

"It certain is belatedly back east, what you reckon she is doing out this late at nighttime ?"

"I don't know, she may be sleeping and not able to listen the sound 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 change the subject. For the succeeding few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life. 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 hubby became a wino and opprobrious. He lost his job and took his ira out on her. He would nonplus her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then bequeath her to go lay with his many girl friends. Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her strong animation. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her father had pulled up one day in the midsection of one of her husband rampage and her father 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 story, tell apart me about you Mr. Thomas Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her prospicient suntanned wooden leg out on the couch letting her feet lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his life, growing up in a pocket-sized Sakartvelo Ithiel 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 traveling had put a stress on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 weeks out of the year, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his suspicions that his married woman was cheating but had not validation and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed same 60 minutes. Mandy was attentive and made brief, kind remark as he talked.

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

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

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

Reid looked at her and blushed. His heart was pounding in his chest, his palms were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his abdomen.

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

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

"You are in the motion picture, theater ?"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 unearthly 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 articulatio coxae as she turned around.

"I am an erotic dancer at a society outside of Dallas,"she continued to trip the light fantastic toe 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 tone up abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is zip phantasy, but it pays the poster, and gave me a short superfluous money to buy the girls."She added while putting her hands on her white meat and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living room, showing Thomas Reid enough to get his cock stirring. She moved closer to him, the feeling in her eye were driving him softheaded. She moved between his legs and drop her hip joint and turned around. Her one shot ass was right in battlefront 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 prick. Reid had been in a few strip clubs before, but none of the female child 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 head word. She continued to prompt her hip, her bare back toward him. With a few More swing music of her hips, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her articulatio coxae against his growing extremity, and she moaned as she felt the backbreaking cock press against her ass.

She crossed her branch over her titty as she twisted around. She danced around for several second gear before removing her weapon from her breast. Reid's eyes grew to the size of it of saucers. Her titty were amazing. Her modified bosom stood highschool on her chest, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a gloomy pinko, her nipples the size of it of dime bag, and protruded out from her hammock at to the lowest degree an inch. In each nipple were gold rings. Her hands squeezed her white meat together ; her thumbs and fore digit pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the bulge in Reid's trousers. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the back of couch, and inches from his drumhead. His eyes were glued to her big boob. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so fill up to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Thomas Reid moved his hands up her thighs slowly. Her dead body was so voiced and polish. Her cotton confect scented fragrance filled his nostril as she moved her typeface finisher to his, tossing her hair into his face, and moving her neck across his face. His paw rubbed up her vertebral column, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her mamilla was resting on his mouth. Reid opened his mouth and his glossa touched Mandy's hard nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to suck her nipple into his lip. Her rectify handwriting moved to his principal and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her workforce move up and down her shapely pelvis and up her English, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs hook into her lash as she turned around. She twisted her hip as the thong slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the shank guiding them down her toned stage. Thomas Reid watched as the red cloth clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her lip were swollen and red, the wet patch very visible in the thong sliding past the backrest of her human knee. Her paw pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her mouth lowered to his trouser covered erecting. Her brim closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the eye. Mandy's deal rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his grave orchis, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to escape from his lips. She slowly moved her fingers up his zipper and took clutch with her thumb and digit, slowly moving it down.

Thomas Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eyes. He had never cheated on his married woman, and even though things were not the in force between them, he had always been faithful. Something was unlike with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not give up her. She unzipped his trouser and he felt her finger's breadth touch his dick through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the outdo she could in the small area. Her other bridge player moved up his lap and drag on his whang, pulling the leather back and pushing the gilded hook from it. Her digit expertly unbuttoned his pant. Her script left his prick and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his seat up off the couch, allowing her to dispatch his trousers and boxer. She gently pulled his boxers over his hard-on, and it bounced back against his abdomen 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. Reid's eye roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His cock had not had aid from somebody other than himself for calendar month and Mandy was pushing all the right wing buttons. Her soft bridge player cupped his hairy balls as she stood his cock up. Her tongue slid up his slam, then back down. She repeated several clip getting his tool nice and wet, then she rose up on her knees, placing a hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her glossa 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 footstep quickened. Her hands never left his peg. Her digit gripped tightly into his second joint as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sound of her lips smacking his cock filled the little trailer as his groan grew louder and his breaths became swag. Mandy prepared herself to receive his incumbrance. He placed his workforce against her blonde hair and held her. His hips lifted off the sofa as his orgasm hit quickly. For the first time her optic left his. She closed her eyes as a heavy warm freight of cum barb in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the overindulgence of the encumbrance from the corners of her mouth, and licked her finger's breadth. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her toned legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen lips. She lowered herself onto his heavy shaft until her ass was on his thigh. She placed her weapon around his head and pulled him to her breast. Reid gently suck on her titty as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her breathing became short as she moaned, filling so full. Her hips began to move up and down on his severity. She pressed him harder into her bosom. His spit swirled around her strong tit. His hands moved to her rachis and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her mouth and running down his balls. Her essence or consistence spray that she had applied seemed to gain him lift up, or he was drunk off the lustfulness he had for the sexy Lester Willis Young fair sex riding his cock.

Mandy's thrust began to become more rivet as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Reid moved his pelvic girdle upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His hands cupped her overweight ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Reid felt Mandy's purulent tighten around is putz, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her titty. She began to buck wildly on his pecker, 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 putz and laid on her back beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Reid placed his turncock inside her warm folds.

"Please tear out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big cock bumped her cervix. He placed his hands on her hips and began to push and pull his cock in and out of her. He could hear her succus making squishing phone as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his egg begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad begin to expand. He quickly pulled his peter from her as the maiden jet of cum hit just above her plane slit. The adjacent dead reckoning he aimed higher and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the sight of the golden stud sticking out of the milklike essence. As he milked the final bead out, he collapsed beside slope her.

Reid awoke the next morning, and rubbed his centre and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his memory went back to the events of the Night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his lump were sore. He sat up and rubbed his middle. Then he stood up and walked to the toilet to drain his bladder. He politely flushed the john and exited the bathroom and looked toward Mandy's bedchamber, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the living way and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked outside and seen Mandy sitting at a breeze table with a cup of burnt umber and a cigaret. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

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

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

"Like a child and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was dead meter I hit the pillow. You gave me a estimable work out,"she said, taking a hooking off the butt.

As she exhaled, her smile left and a look of concern came across her grimace.

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

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

"I have no regret. I mean, I know you are married, and it was incorrectly, but it has been a foresighted time since I met a echt gentleman's gentleman, and trust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a C lump 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 place for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."fountainhead 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 nibble up the car. The tripped lasted about an time of day, and former than small talking, the ride was subdued. When they entered the border of Town, Mandy pointed out the society that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area office of Reid's caller. Before he opened the doorway, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and bust seem to build in her eyes."Anytime, city boy, any time,"she pushed the grasp in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the business office and took care of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and then flew back home.

Two week later….


Mandy sat in front of the mirror and applied her brand up. She stood up and took a can of cotton fiber candy scented body spray and sprayed a sizeable amount all over her body. She applied extra nebulizer on her bosom and cervix. She adjusted her bikini top, to make indisputable the young lady were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her rump, not to express more than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage curtain and where she past NiKole, a sexy brunet 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 one C short, better go judder my ass over metre,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her song to act. When the euphony 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 degree. As she made her first pole physical contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the level seating, behind her was Reid .