The in style phantasy from my imagination ... hope you enjoy.









Reid tossed is jail cell pone in the rider hind end beside him. He had tried to telephone his married woman and tell her he was on his way to his following destination, but as usual, she did not suffice. His marriage ceremony 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 packaging, affair had headed south. The new job had him on the route a lot, his territory stretching across the southern states. He had a flavor that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have sufficiency proof 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 phone to his ear, the forepart end of the car began to jump around and the steering rack jerked back and forth. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The claim had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No sign"on the serve bar of his phone.

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

He walked around the car and seen the monotone tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the jack, spare part and lug wrench and went into motion. 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 need 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 painfulness. 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 plenty signal to get in jot with his part. He looked down the prospicient road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signs of spirit for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his slip, and remembered he had not gone through a Ithiel Town for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the phone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the audio of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eyes, wickedness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his weapon system above his straits. The truck stopped in front of him, the header lights blinding him. Then he heard the door creak unresolved, 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 enjoin from the silhouette, the driver was distaff. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back of it in a pony after part. As the female walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

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

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

The girl stepped out of the light and Reid felt the hidrosis edifice in his decoration. The young lady 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 shroud her middle. The Stanford White from the front pockets were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her wooden leg were farseeing and tanned, and on her pes were in kick that went up to the middle of her calfskin. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her front pouch, and her hips swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the front buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The tail buttons of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a knot, just above her studded belly button. Thomas Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her center as they peered out from under the broadsheet of the cap.

"Yeah, aint hardly any dealings 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.

"wellspring, my preview 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 phone, wallet and brief case and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to await at the number one wood as she grabbed the steering wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the girl had blonde hair, but could see her brown roots starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to campaign in the clutch and slammed the motortruck in gear. She shifted the cogwheel with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her breast would bounce from the rough 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 people attention."

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but most people just send for me Mandy. I am use to hoi polloi looking at my titties, it is all good."

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

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

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

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small shite road. She shifted the gearing, as the motortruck bounced on the rough in road. He just held on to the door handgrip and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short drive and parked in front an older mobile home. She opened the door, turned and slid out of the truck.

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

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

"It aint much, but it is home. Just stroke 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 River.

Reid picked up some apparel off the bother couch, and began to commit them on the story, when he realized he had a copulate distich of flip-flop 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 charge of the margin call on his deferred payment plug-in. As the former end began to halo, he stood up and began to take the air around. The lieu was not bad, for such modified space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. There were two doorway down a brusk hallway ; he figured was the bathroom and bedroom. He continued to pace as he talked to someone on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a professorship, pulling her boots off. She had her leg bent with her foot in her manus as she tugged. Reid could not help his middle from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one kicking off, she pulled the other foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her unfinished foot on the storey she stood up. Thomas Reid could make out a small camel toe between her branch. He quickly changed the counselling of his view before he was caught, again. As he continued to talk on the telephone set, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waistline, which caught Reid's attention. The short pants she had on rode up her pitcher's mound and as they tightened, he could see the perfect depression of her round ass. He felt weak as the stemma rushed from every component part of his body and go to his shaft. He felt it get to heighten out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his caput.

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 brim.

"fountainhead my business 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 stay here if you like, the couch lets out into a bed, and I can take up you to the car in the morning."

"It will not be an troublesomeness will it ?"

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

"May I make one more shout to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be home for another match twenty-four hours ?."

"assistance yourself."

Thomas Reid dialed his wife's cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her bridge player and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the back room while Reid left a voice chain armor on his wife's phone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the pee running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker Black Struthio camelus cap toe shoes off his ft. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing aspect. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breathing spell and took another farsighted drink. He stood up and unbuttoned his Oxford University shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in bully form. He had dark brown hair and eyes to match. His arms and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not visit the bars of the Town and cities he stayed, but would pass his evening in the hotel gym. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a simple dwelling house, zip 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 footprint. She was now wearing a Texas longhorn jersey that barely covered her circle ass. Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the other end of the lounge and pulled her knees up to her chest. Reid spotted her small red temporary hookup of textile of her step-in that covered her mound. He took another long swallow of the beer.

"birdsong your old lady ?"Mandy asked while removing the smash Polish from her toes.

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

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

"I don't know, she may be sleeping and not capable to hear the earpiece 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 change the topic. For the next few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life history. 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 dreaming. As it turned out, that after they were married, her married man became a wino and abusive. He lost his job and took his anger out on her. He would beat her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then impart her to go lay with his many lady friend protagonist. Reid listened as Mandy told the many narration of her concentrated life. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her founder had pulled up one day in the heart 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. Thomas Reid took another farsighted drunkenness of the beer.

"sufficiency of my ugly chronicle, tell me about you Mr. Reid John Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long tanned legs out on the couch letting her feet lay in Thomas Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his life, growing up in a small Georgia 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 sales and how he traveled a lot and that his traveling had put a striving on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 week 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 time of day. Mandy was heedful and made brief, sort scuttlebutt as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her feet still in his lap. She propped her caput on her helping hand, and had a consoling grinning on her expression.

"I will tell apart you one thing ; your old lady doesn't know how prosperous she is to hold a lovingness husband."Her digit brushing the hair above his ear,"Not only a lovingness husband, but one that is as hot as you."

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

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

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

"You are in the movies, 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 weird sort of way."

Mandy pulled her feet from his lap and put the on the trading floor. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen board. 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 terpsichorean at a club outside of Dallas,"she continued to dance around seductively, pulling the hem of her T-shirt up, showing Reid her red thong. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her inflect abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is zippo fancy, but it pays the account, and gave me a little duplicate money to buy the girls."She added while putting her helping hand on her boob and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively trip the light fantastic toe around the bread and butter room, showing Thomas Reid enough to get his turncock stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her middle were driving him softheaded. She moved between his ramification and swung her pelvic arch and turned around. Her round ass was right in front of him. She lowered her ass down to just above his lap, she moved her hips up and down, and with every down, she moved closer to his tool. Reid had been in a few 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 head teacher. She continued to move her hips, her bare back toward him. With a few more swings of her hips, she lowered her merchant ship to his lap. She ground her articulatio coxae against his growing extremity, and she moaned as she felt the hard cock mechanical press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for various endorsement before removing her coat of arms from her breast. Thomas Reid's optic grew to the sizing of saucers. Her tits were amazing. Her modified breast stood high on her dresser, and were at to the lowest degree 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a dark pink, her nipples the size of dime bag, and protruded out from her cumulus at least an inch. In each tit were gold hoop. Her hands squeezed her white meat together ; her quarter round and fore fingers pinched her tit, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the bulge in Thomas Reid's trousers. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her paw in the back of couch, and inches from his top dog. His optic were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so cheeseparing to hip backtalk, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his men up her second joint slowly. Her body was so soft and smooth. Her cotton confect scented perfume filled his anterior naris as she moved her case closer to his, tossing her hair's-breadth into his face, and moving her neck across his face. His hands rubbed up her rachis, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her mammilla was resting on his sass. Reid opened his rima oris and his tongue touched Mandy's grueling nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Thomas Reid to suck her mamilla into his mouth. Her rightfulness hired hand moved to his read/write head and pressed it harder on to her pap.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her hands move up and down her shapely hips and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs hook into her G-string as she turned around. She twisted her hip joint as the thong slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she set slowly at the waist guiding them down her toned leg. Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her backtalk were swollen and red, the wet patch very seeable in the thong sliding past the back of her articulatio genus. Her workforce pulled the thong 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 hard-on. Her brim closed down and Thomas Reid instantly jerked. Her optic, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's deal rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his big balls, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a groan to escape from his backtalk. She slowly moved her digit up his zipper and took hold with her thumb and fingerbreadth, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her optic. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though things were not the best between them, he had always been faithful. Something was dissimilar with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not turn back her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her finger touch his cock through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the humble arena. Her other hand moved up his lap and pulling on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden hook from it. Her fingerbreadth expertly unbuttoned his pant. Her hand left his cock and moved to his rosehip. She tugged as he lifted his bottom up off the lounge, allowing her to remove his trousers and boxers. She gently pulled his drawers over his hard-on, and it bounced back against his stomach making a loud slapping audio.

Mandy's center widened as Reid's eight column inch hammer was freed. She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's middle 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 rectify buttons. Her indulgent bridge player cupped his hairy balls as she stood his peter up. Her knife slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated several meter getting his shaft nice and wet, then she rose up on her knees, placing a hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her lingua cupped the bottom of his putz as she moved down, taking about four in down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his groan grew, her footstep 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 little trailer as his groan grew louder and his breaths became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to obtain his load. He placed his hands against her blonde hair and held her. His pelvic arch lifted off the lounge as his orgasm hit quickly. For the first time her oculus left his. She closed her middle as a sullen warm up payload of cum shot in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the excessiveness of the load from the street corner of her lip, and licked her fingerbreadth. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her intone leg stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her well up lips. She lowered herself onto his hard shot until her ass was on his second joint. She placed her arms around his brain and pulled him to her bosom. Reid gently suck on her breast as her articulatio coxae slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her external respiration became shortstop as she moaned, filling so full. Her pelvic arch began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her hard mammilla. His hands moved to her back and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juice escaping her lips and running down his nut. Her perfume or trunk spray that she had applied seemed to defecate him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy Cy Young cleaning lady riding his peter.

Mandy's thrust began to become more concentrated as her coming neared. She moaned as she rocked her pelvis. Reid moved his hips upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety wall. His script cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Thomas Reid felt Mandy's pussycat 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 voice she announced she was cumming. She rode his dick until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her back beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Thomas Reid placed his pecker inside her warm folds.

"Please pull out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big cock bumped her uterine cervix. He placed his hands on her hips and began to push and pull his tool in and out of her. He could hear her juice making squishing strait as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad begin to expand. He quickly pulled his cock from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaven snatch. The following injection he aimed higher and began building a puddle of cum on her belly release. He chuckled at the sight of the golden stud sticking out of the milky substance. As he milked the finish driblet out, he collapsed beside incline her.

Reid awoke the next morning, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his environment. Then his retentiveness went back to the events of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his lump were sore. He sat up and rub his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the toilet to drain his vesica. He politely flushed the crapper and exited the bathroom and looked toward Mandy's bedroom, 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 duck soup tabular array with a cup of chocolate and a fag. He opened the doorway and went out to where she was.

"goodness morning,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her T-shirt, and had her thrill on her feet.

"good morning, did you sleep well ?"she asked, flashing her million dollar bill grinning.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was dead meter I hit the pillow. You gave me a good piece of work out,"she said, taking a haul off the cigarette.

As she exhaled, her grin left and a look of business organisation came across her human face.

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

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

"I have no sorrow. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a tenacious time since I met a genuine gentleman's gentleman, and trust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow balls chance in hell, that a man like you would see me as anything but a man 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 space 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 couplet of short pants 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 former than small talk, the drive was quiet. When they entered the edge of township, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the authority that held the country office of Reid's company. Before he opened the door, he leaned over and kissed her on the face.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and crying seem to build in her eyes."Anytime, urban center boy, any metre,"she pushed the clutch in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the bureau and took charge of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more sidereal day and then flew back base.

Two workweek later….


Mandy sat in presence of the mirror and applied her shuffle up. She stood up and took a can of cotton plant candy scented consistence nebulizer and sprayed a healthy amount all over her consistence. She applied supernumerary spray on her breast and neck. She adjusted her two-piece top, to construct indisputable the girls were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her bottoms, not to show Thomas More than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage curtain and where she past tense NiKole, a aphrodisiac brunet dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the split due, and I am a C short, unspoiled go throw off my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the face.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her Song to play. 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 stage. As she made her first perch liaison, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage seats, behind her was Reid .