The a la mode fantasy from my imagination ... hope you enjoy.









Reid tossed is cubicle pone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to scream his wife and secern her he was on his way to his next name and address, but as common, she did not answer. His marriage was on the stone, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the seat beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his promotional material, things had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southern United States Department of State. He had a look that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough proof to confront her. He picked up his phone again. While dialing the act, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the phone to his ear, the front end end of the car began to jump around and the steering 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 Signal"on the service bar of his phone.

"piece of ass,"he said as he ran his handwriting through his brown hair.

He walked around the car and seen the flat tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the jack, fifth wheel and lug wrench and went into movement. When he pulled the tyre off, the brake caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his luck worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would require to be replaced if he was going to ram the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought bust to his eye from the pain. He limped to the car and reached in to get his earphone. Still no sign, so he walked around the car, holding the headphone up in the air, hoping to get adequate signal to get in mite with his federal agency. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was null. No signal of life history for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip, and remembered he had not gone through a townspeople for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the phone in the car and sat down.

Thomas Reid was awakened by the sound of tyre rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eyes, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his munition above his head. The motortruck stopped in front of him, the head lights blinding him. Then he heard the room access creak open, and squeak as it shut. From the driver face of the 4X4, walked an angle. wellspring that was what Thomas Reid thought any way. He could distinguish from the silhouette, the driver was female. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back of it in a pony tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

"You picked a helluva lieu to unwrap down mister,"the girl said in a odoriferous southern accent.

"Yes, ma'am, I would have to agree with you on that. There is no cellular telephone overhaul and you are the start individual that has come by in hours."

The girl stepped out of the lighter and Reid felt the perspiration edifice in his thenar. The little girl looked as if she had walked out of a country music video. She was dressed in cut off blue jean shorts that were barely long enough to cover her midriff. The white from the front sack were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her legs were long and tanned, and on her feet were in kicking that went up to the middle of her calves. As she stood, she hooked her quarter round in her front pockets, and her pelvic arch swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeve had been cut off, the look clitoris were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful knocker, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom push button of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a knot, just above her studded belly button. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her eyes as they peered out from under the bill 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 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 prevue is up the route a opus, I have a phone you can use if you would like."

"Oh that would be bully, thank you."

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

Reid grabbed his headphone, pocketbook and brief subject and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to look at the device driver as she grabbed the steering bike and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the girl had blonde whisker, but could see her brown tooth root starting to express. She looked at him as her stretched to weight-lift in the batch and slammed the motortruck in gear mechanism. She shifted the gears with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her breast would bound from the fierce depend on truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the descent rush to his face.

"Don't be embarrassed, the ‘ female child'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 hoi polloi looking at my titties, it is all good."

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

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

"oeuvre and my GPS said this was supposed to be a unawares cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Thomas Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a humble crap route. She shifted the gears, as the truck bounced on the unsmooth road. He just held on to the threshold handle and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short crusade and parked in front end an senior wandering home. 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 motortruck all night ?"

Thomas Reid opened the door and got out of the truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the door to the roving abode.

"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 haircloth back and Forth.

Reid picked up some clothes off the ragged couch, and began to place them on the level, when he realized he had a couple pair of flip-flop panties in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the speech sound and dialed the issue, placing the flush of the call on his credit poster. As the other end began to halo, he stood up and began to walk around. The place was not bad, for such bound space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and livelihood room all in one. There were two doors down a short hallway ; he figured was the bathroom and bedroom. He continued to pace as he talked to soul 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 workforce as she tugged. Reid could not help his eyes from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one boot off, she pulled the other understructure up and repeated the question. When she put her unembellished foot on the floor she stood up. Reid could make 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 talk on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the shank, which caught Thomas Reid's attention. The boxers she had on rode up her pile and as they tightened, he could see the perfect imprint of her round ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every section of his trunk and go to his dick. He felt it get to rise out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Thomas Reid. He nodded his forefront.

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 agency is going to get me another car, but it will not be until tardy tomorrow morning."

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

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

"Hell no, I don't have to go to act upon until tomorrow dark, its no biggie."

"May I make one more vociferation to let my wife know I am behind agenda and will not be domicile for another twain solar day ?."

"Help yourself."

Thomas Reid dialed his married woman's mobile phone as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her handwriting and got up and tossed it into the deoxyephedrine. She walked into the back way while Reid left a voice mail on his wife's phone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the water running in the bathroom. He sat on the sofa, pulling his Barker Black ostrich cap toe shoes off his metrical foot. He took a sip of the beer, and made a make a face fount. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breath and took another long drinkable. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the lounge. At 35, Thomas Reid was in smashing shape. He had blue brown hair and eyes to match. His subdivision and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not visit the bars of the townsfolk and city he stayed, but would spend his even in the hotel gymnasium. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a simple household, 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 hoof it measure. She was now wearing a Texas Texas longhorn T-shirt that barely covered her round of drinks ass. Thomas Reid noticed that her nipples 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 chest. Reid spotted her little red patch of cloth of her panties that covered her mound. He took another long swallow of the beer.

"vociferation your old gentlewoman ?"Mandy asked while removing the pick up glossiness from her toes.

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

"It trusted is late back eastern United States, what you reckon she is doing out this late at Nox ?"

"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 clew where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to change the subject. For the next few second, Reid asked Mandy about her liveliness. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 long time old. She had quit school when she was 16 and married what she thought was the man of her dream. As it turned out, that after they were married, her husband became a inebriate and scurrilous. He lost his job and took his ira out on her. He would beat her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then get out her to go lay with his many girl friends. Reid listened as Mandy told the many storey of her hard animation. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her male parent had pulled up one day in the centre of one of her husbands rampages and her father had beat him and put him in his motortruck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long swallow of the beer.

"Enough of my frightful story, severalise me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long tanned legs out on the couch letting her metrical unit lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his living, 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 administrator in sales and how he traveled a lot and that his travels had put a variant on his wedlock. 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 wife was cheating but had not proof and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed like hour. Mandy was attentive and made legal 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 chief on her helping hand, and had a consoling smile on her brass.

"I will recount you one thing ; your old Lady doesn't acknowledge how favorable she is to induce a caring husband."Her fingerbreadth brushing the haircloth above his ear,"Not only a lovingness husband, but one that is as hot as you."

Reid looked at her and blushed. His warmness was pounding in his pectus, his palms were sweating and butterflies 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 patronage,"she answered with a cute laugh.

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

Mandy pulled her feet from his lap and put the on the level. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen table. She bent over turning the place until she found a Sung dynasty that she liked. She began to slowly swing her hips 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 G-string. She pulled her shirt up a little More, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is nothing partiality, but it pays the Federal Reserve note, and gave me a little spare money to buy the girls."She added while putting her bridge player on her breast and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the bread and butter room, 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 stage and swung her pelvic girdle and turned around. Her one shot ass was right in figurehead of him. She lowered her ass down to just above his lap, she moved her hips up and down, and with every Down, she moved closer to his putz. Reid had been in a few cartoon strip clubs before, but none of the girls he had dance for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her jersey up and pulled it over her principal. She continued to move her hips, her bare back toward him. With a few Sir Thomas More jive of her hips, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her articulatio coxae against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the grueling cock press against her ass.

She crossed her coat of arms over her knocker as she twisted around. She danced around for several second before removing her arms from her breast. Thomas Reid's centre grew to the size of saucer. Her tits were amazing. Her modified tit stood high on her thorax, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a benighted garden pink, her nipples the size of dime bag, and protruded out from her mounds at least an in. In each nipple were gold pack. Her hands squeezed her boob together ; her thumbs and prow fingers pinched her mamilla, pulling them. She licked her sassing as she looked at the bulge in Thomas Reid's pant. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her mitt in the vertebral column of couch, and column inch from his drumhead. His middle were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so closing to hip sassing, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his hand up her thighs slowly. Her body was so easy and fluid. Her cotton candy scented aroma filled his nostril as she moved her aspect finisher to his, tossing her fuzz into his expression, and moving her neck across his grimace. His men rubbed up her rachis, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her pap was resting on his rim. Thomas 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 mouth. Her right manus moved to his mind and pressed it harder on to her pap.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dancing. Her mitt move up and down her shapely hips and up her English, then back down. On the way down, her riff bait into her lash as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the G-string slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she flex slowly at the waistline guiding them down her toned legs. Reid watched as the red framework clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her brim were swollen and red, the wet patch very seeable in the thong sliding past the binding of her knees. Her manpower pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her mouth lowered to his trouser covered erecting. Her sass closed down and Thomas Reid instantly jerked. Her eye, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's manus rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his heavy formal, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to lam from his sass. She slowly moved her fingers up his zipper and took hold with her thumb and finger, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eye. He had never cheated on his married woman, and even though things were not the best between them, he had always been faithful. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not halt her. She unzipped his trouser and he felt her fingerbreadth meet his cock through his Boxer. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the diminished area. Her other hand moved up his lap and pulls on his knock, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden bait from it. Her digit expertly unbuttoned his trouser. Her manus left his cock and moved to his pelvis. She tugged as he lifted his derriere up off the lounge, allowing her to off his trousers and boxers. She gently pulled his pugilist over his erection, and it bounced back against his stomach making a loud slapping sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight in pecker was freed. She wrapped her digit around his cock 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 somebody other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the correct buttons. Her subdued bridge player cupped his hairy balls as she stood his cock up. Her glossa slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated several time getting his turncock 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 in down her pharynx. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moans grew, her pace quickened. Her hands never left his legs. Her fingers gripped tightly into his second joint as she moved gracefully up and down his tool. The sounds of her lip smacking his hammer filled the niggling laggard as his moans grew louder and his hint became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to welcome his onus. He placed his hired man against her light-haired pilus and held her. His rosehip lifted off the couch as his climax hit quickly. For the first time her optic left his. She closed her eyes as a heavy warm load of cum jibe in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the excess of the lading from the street corner of her mouth, and licked her fingers. She stood, still looking into him in the center. 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 tumefy lips. She lowered herself onto his concentrated shaft until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her arms around his head and pulled him to her tit. Reid gently suck on her breast as her hip 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 hardness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her hard mamilla. His hands moved to her spine and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juice escaping her lips and running down his clod. Her perfume or body atomiser that she had applied seemed to hit him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the luxuria he had for the sexy young adult female riding his turncock.

Mandy's thrust began to turn 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 walls. His hands cupped her overweight ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Reid felt Mandy's pussycat tighten around is dick, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her breast. She began to jerk wildly on his cock, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching voice she announced she was cumming. She rode his pecker until her coming subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her back beside him. She pulled him by the hand 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 rooster bumped her uterine cervix. He placed his hands on her pelvic arch and began to push and pull his turncock in and out of her. He could hear her juices making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his ball begin to prickle and he felt his prostrate glad Menachem Begin to expand. He quickly pulled his dick from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaven dent. The side by side snap he aimed gamey and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the sight of the favourable stud sticking out of the milky subject matter. As he milked the final driblet out, he collapsed beside side her.

Reid awoke the next morning, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his environment. Then his retention went back to the consequence of the Night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and rub his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to drain his bladder. He politely flushed the potty 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 external and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic mesa with a cup of coffee and a fag. He opened the doorway and went out to where she was.

"trade 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 dollar smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was abruptly time I hit the pillow. You gave me a good study out,"she said, taking a draw off the cigarette.

As she exhaled, her smile left and a smell of business organization came across her face.

"Thomas Reid, I don't want you to get the haywire impression of me. I am a dancer, I am not a cyprian. I don't normally do what I did live night."

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

"I have no regrets. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a long time since I met a literal gentleman, and rely me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a play false musket ball luck in hell on earth, 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 piazza for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."fountainhead we had better get you to township, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a pair of drawers 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-scale talking, the ride was quiet. When they entered the edge of township, Mandy pointed out the order that she worked. They pulled into the part that held the expanse office staff of Reid's ship's company. Before he opened the threshold, 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 make in her eyes."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 function and took caution of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more day and then flew back dwelling house.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in front of the mirror and applied her shuffling up. She stood up and took a can of cotton candy scented body nebulizer and sprayed a hefty amount all over her body. She applied extra sprayer on her breast and cervix. She adjusted her bikini top, to cause sure the girls were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the twine of her freighter, not to designate more than was allowed. She started walking toward the phase drapery and where she past NiKole, a sexy brunette saltation who had just finished.

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

"Just my portion, the rip due, and I am a hundred short, better go shake up my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the boldness.

Mandy stood at the pall, and waited for her song to play. When the music started she stepped from behind the curtain and began her routine. Mandy never made eye inter-group communication with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the level. As she made her first pole contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the point place, behind her was Reid .