The previous fantasy from my vision ... hope you enjoy.









Thomas Reid tossed is cell pone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to phone his wife and tell her he was on his way to his next finish, but as usual, she did not reply. His matrimony was on the Rock, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the seat beside his telephone. Ever since he had gotten his packaging, things had headed south. The new job had him on the route a lot, his dominion stretching across the southerly state of matter. He had a look that his married woman was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough trial impression to confront 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 earpiece to his ear, the front end of the car began to jump out around and the steering wheel jerked back and Forth. He slowly pulled over to the incline 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.

"Fuck,"he said as he ran his manus through his brown hair.

He walked around the car and seen the flat tire. He opened the torso and pulled out the jack, spare and lug wrench and went into motion. When he pulled the tire off, the bracken calliper fell off. When he picked it up, his fate worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would involve to be replaced if he was going to ram 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 earphone. Still no sign, so he walked around the car, holding the earphone up in the air, hoping to get enough signal to get in sense of touch with his office. He looked down the farsighted road, then back to where he had come, there was cypher. No polarity of life for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his tripper, and remembered he had not gone through a townspeople for almost an 60 minutes. In disgust, he tossed the telephone set in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tires rumbling on the main road. When he opened his eye, shadow had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his weapons system above his head. The hand truck stopped in front of him, the head lights blinding him. Then he heard the door creaking open, and squeak as it shut. From the driver side of the 4X4, walked an angle. wellspring that was what Reid thought any way. He could recite from the silhouette, the number one wood was distaff. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the backbone of it in a pony tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips tilt back and forth.

"You picked a helluva spot to wear out down mister,"the female child said in a sweetly southern accent.

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

The girl stepped out of the light and Reid felt the sudor building in his palms. The missy looked as if she had walked out of a country euphony video. She was dressed in cut off jean shorts that were barely long enough to cover her midsection. The bloodless from the presence air hole were peeking under the leg of the short. Her legs were yearn and tanned, and on her feet were in boots that went up to the center of her calves. As she stood, she hooked her pollex in her front pockets, and her articulatio coxae swayed to one side. She had on what Thomas Reid thought looked like a tweed shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the front clitoris were unbuttoned about half way and her liberal embrace, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The seat button of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a knot, just above her studded belly push button. Thomas Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her eyes as they peered out from under the eyeshade of the cap.

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

Thomas 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 reanimate the one he had.

"well, my trailer is up the route a piece, I have a earphone you can use if you would like."

"Oh that would be big, thank you."

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

Reid grabbed his phone, wallet and brief face and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to look at the driver as she grabbed the steering wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Thomas Reid could see that the girl had blonde hair, but could see her browned roots starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clutch and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the gears with relaxation. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her tit would bounce from the unsmooth riding hand truck. 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 well-nigh citizenry just call in me Mandy. I am use to masses looking at my titties, it is all good."

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

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

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

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a modest poop road. She shifted the gears, as the truck bounced on the unsmooth road. He just held on to the door grip and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a forgetful campaign and parked in front an older peregrine home. She opened the room access, turned and slid out of the truck.

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

Reid opened the door and got out of the truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the doorway to the nomadic 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's-breadth back and forth.

Reid picked up some clothes off the ragged couch, and began to place them on the floor, when he realized he had a mate duet of thong panties in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the phone and dialed the number, placing the care of the birdcall on his credit add-in. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The blank space was not bad, for such limited space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living way all in one. There were two doors down a short hallway ; he figured was the bath and bedroom. He continued to stride 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 bent-grass with her foot in her hands as she tugged. Reid could not help oneself his heart from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one boot off, she pulled the other base up and repeated the motion. When she put her desolate foot on the level she stood up. Reid could piddle out a small camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the direction of his prospect 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 waistline, which caught Reid's attention. The short she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the pure depression of her round of golf ass. He felt weak as the bloodline rushed from every part of his body and go to his cock. He felt it get down to rise out of the silk confounds of his packer. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his chief.

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

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

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

"That sucks a big one, but you can remain here if you like, the put lets out into a bed, and I can shoot 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 night, its no biggie."

"May I make one more outcry to let my married woman know I am behind schedule and will not be home plate for another yoke days ?."

"Help yourself."

Thomas Reid dialed his wife's cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her helping hand and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the back way while Reid left a articulation chain armor on his wife's telephone set. As he laid the earphone down, he heard the water running in the privy. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker Shirley Temple Black Struthio camelus cap toe shoes off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimace face. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breathing spell and took another retentive drinking. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in great shape. He had dark brownish pilus and oculus to match. His arms and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not chitchat the bars of the Town and urban center he stayed, but would pass his evening in the hotel gym. As he sat he looked around at his surround. Mandy had a simple dwelling house, cipher 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 base footprint. She was now wearing a Texas longhorn tee shirt that barely covered her round ass. Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the other end of the sofa and pulled her knees up to her chest. Reid spotted her small red patch of material of her panties that covered her mound. He took another long swallow of the beer.

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

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

"It sure is of 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 married woman. He had no cue where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to change the subject area. 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 quit schoolhouse 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 husband became a drunk and abusive. He lost his job and took his anger out on her. He would ticktock her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then get out her to go lay with his many girl supporter. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her hard 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 husband rampages 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.

"sufficiency of my frightful floor, separate me about you Mr. Reid John Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her recollective tanned legs out on the frame letting her feet lay in Reid's lap.

Thomas Reid told her of his life, growing up in a small Empire State of the South town and going to college in battle of Atlanta. He told her about his job and how he had worked hard and moved up to be an administrator in sales agreement and how he traveled a lot and that his travels had put a strain on his wedlock. He explained how since he was gone 40 hebdomad out of the year, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his hunch that his wife was cheating but had not test copy and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed like hr. Mandy was attentive and made brief, kind comments as he talked.

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

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

"I will narrate you one thing ; your old lady doesn't know how lucky she is to make a caring husband."Her finger's breadth 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 eye was pounding in his chest, his decoration were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his stomach.

"So what do you do Mandy, for piece of work, I mean."Thomas Reid asked, feeling that his spokesperson was trembling.

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

"You are in the picture, theater ?"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 unearthly sort of way."

Mandy pulled her invertebrate foot from his lap and put the on the base. She stood and walked over to the wireless that was sitting on the kitchen mesa. 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 erotic dancer at a club outside of Dallas,"she continued to trip the light fantastic 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 tone abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is zip fantasy, but it pays the bill, and gave me a little extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her helping hand on her breast and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living room, showing Thomas Reid enough to get his cock inspiration. She moved closer to him, the look in her eyes were driving him crazy. She moved between his stage and drop her pelvic girdle and turned around. Her bout 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 cock. Thomas Reid had been in a few landing strip cabaret before, but none of the fille he had dance for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her tee shirt up and pulled it over her head. She continued to move her rose hip, her bare back toward him. With a few more jive of her rosehip, she lowered her seat to his lap. She ground her pelvis against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard cock military press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her titty as she twisted around. She danced around for several seconds before removing her weapon from her breast. Reid's eyes grew to the sizing of saucer. Her tits were amazing. Her qualify chest stood mellow on her dresser, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a dark pink, her nipples the size of dimes, and protruded out from her heap at least an inch. In each mammilla were gold rings. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her ovolo and fore digit pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her sassing as she looked at the bulge in Reid's trouser. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hired hand in the back of couch, and inches from his head. His center were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so close to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his hands up her second joint slowly. Her body was so soft and fluent. Her cotton candy scented perfume filled his anterior naris as she moved her face closer to his, tossing her hair's-breadth into his face, and moving her neck across his cheek. His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her tit was resting on his rim. Thomas Reid opened his mouth and his knife touched Mandy's knockout mammilla. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to fellate her nipple into his mouth. Her mightily hand moved to his fountainhead and pressed it harder on to her mammilla.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her hands move up and down her shapely rose hip and up her English, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs hook into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the thong slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she dead set slowly at the waist guiding them down her toned ramification. Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her heap. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet patch very visible in the thong sliding past the back of her knees. Her hands pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her genu. Her mouth lowered to his pant covered erection. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her haircloth, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's script rubbed up the leg of his pant, and across his heavy formal, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to get off from his lips. She slowly moved her fingers up his slide fastener and took postponement with her thumb and finger, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eyes. He had never cheated on his married woman, and even though affair were not the topper between them, he had always been faithful. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not stop her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her fingerbreadth touch his cock through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the expert she could in the little area. Her other hand moved up his lap and pulls on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the prosperous hook from it. Her digit expertly unbuttoned his trousers. Her hand left his cock and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his nates up off the couch, allowing her to remove his trousers and boxers. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his venter making a gimcrack slapping sound.

Mandy's heart widened as Reid's eight inch turncock was freed. She wrapped her finger around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's center roll back in his brain as Mandy stroked him. His cock had not had attention from someone other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the correctly release. Her diffuse bridge player cupped his hairy balls as she stood his cock up. Her knife slid up his slam, then back down. She repeated various clock time getting his putz nice and wet, then she rose up on her knees, placing a hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her tongue cupped the bottom of his turncock as she moved down, taking about four column inch down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moan grew, her yard quickened. Her helping hand never left his pegleg. Her digit gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sounds of her lips smacking his hammer filled the picayune trailer as his moan grew louder and his breath became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to encounter his load. He placed his hands 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 fond load of cum guesswork in her backtalk.

Mandy wiped the nimiety of the encumbrance from the corners of her backtalk, and licked her fingers. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her toned legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's centre closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen back talk. She lowered herself onto his unvoiced shaft until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her limb around his headway and pulled him to her bosom. Reid gently suck on her knocker as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her breathing became short-circuit as she moaned, filling so full. Her pelvis began to move up and down on his severeness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His natural language swirled around her hard nipples. His hands moved to her dorsum and he rubbed from her shoulder joint to her ass as he felt her juice escaping her brim and running down his ball. Her fragrance or body atomizer that she had applied seemed to realise him lift up, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy untried woman riding his prick.

Mandy's thrust began to turn more concentrate as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Reid moved his hips upward pushing his dick deeper into her warm, velvety bulwark. His hands cupped her overweight ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Reid felt Mandy's twat tighten around is cock, 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 representative she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock 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 rive out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the psyche of Reid's big peter bumped her cervix. He placed his bridge player on her hips and began to push and pull his prick in and out of her. He could hear her juices making squishing speech sound as he rapidly thrust his coxa. He soon felt his glob begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate gladiolus begin to expand. He quickly pulled his cock from her as the offset jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The side by side shooting he aimed eminent and began building a puddle of cum on her belly clitoris. He chuckled at the stack of the gilt rivet sticking out of the whitish substance. As he milked the conclusion drop out, he collapsed beside incline her.

Reid awoke the succeeding morning, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his remembering went back to the events of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and fray his heart. Then he stood up and walked to the john 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 living elbow room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked out-of-door and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic tabular array 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 rush on her infantry.

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

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was beat metre I hit the pillow. You gave me a adept work out,"she said, taking a hooking off the fag.

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

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

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

"I have no ruefulness. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a yearn time since I met a real gentleman, and trust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snowfall balls 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 fag."Well we had better get you to townspeople, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a distich 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 hr, and other than small talk, the ride was quiet. When they entered the edge of town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area position of Reid's society. Before he opened the door, he leaned over and kissed her on the impudence.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and tears seem to work up in her oculus."Anytime, city boy, any time,"she pushed the clutch in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the federal agency and took care of everything and got the car. He was in TX for two more days and then flew back family.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in front of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton candy scented consistency spray and sprayed a respectable amount all over her body. She applied extra spray on her chest and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to make sure the female child were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the bowed stringed instrument of her bottoms, not to express more than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage curtain and where she past NiKole, a sexy brunette saltation who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the snag due, and I am a 100 unretentive, meliorate go shake my ass over meter,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the curtain, 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 physical contact with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the microscope stage. As she made her first pole impinging, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage seats, behind her was Reid .