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









Reid tossed is cell cornpone in the rider seat beside him. He had tried to address his wife and secern her he was on his way to his following destination, but as usual, she did not answer. His marriage ceremony was on the rock 'n' roll, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the stern beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his promotion, things had headed south. The new job had him on the route a lot, his territory stretching across the southern land. He had a tone that his married woman 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 battlefront 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 yell had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No Signal"on the armed service bar of his phone.

"Fuck,"he said as he ran his deal through his Brown haircloth.

He walked around the car and seen the savourless tire. He opened the automobile trunk and pulled out the seafarer, spare and lug pull and went into motion. When he pulled the tire off, the pasture brake caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his destiny worsened, the calliper 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 pain. He limped to the car and reached in to get his sound. Still no signal, so he walked around the car, holding the earpiece up in the air, hoping to get enough signal to get in signature with his office. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was zero. No mansion of biography for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an time of day. In disgust, he tossed the phone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tire rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eyes, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his head. The hand truck stopped in strawman of him, the head lights blinding him. Then he heard the room access creak open up, and close call 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 driver was female. She had a baseball game cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back of it in a crib tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

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

"Yes, ma'am, I would have to agree with you on that. There is no cell armed service and you are the number 1 person that has come by in hours."

The miss stepped out of the light and Reid felt the diaphoresis building in his palms. The girl looked as if she had walked out of a res publica music video recording. She was dressed in cut off jean shorts that were barely long enough to cover her midsection. The white from the look pockets were peeking under the leg of the boxers. Her leg were hanker and tanned, and on her human foot were in thrill that went up to the middle of her calfskin. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her figurehead sack, 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 movement buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The prat buttons 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 centre as they peered out from under the government note of the cap.

"Yeah, aint hardly any traffic out here any to a greater extent. What seems to be your problem ?"

Reid told her about the caliper and if he could get in touch with his part, he could get them to contact some one in the area to get him another car, or repair the one he had.

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

"Oh that would be smashing, thank you."

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

Reid grabbed his phone, wallet and abbreviated case and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to seem at the driver as she grabbed the guidance wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Thomas Reid could see that the girl had blonde fuzz, but could see her embrown roots starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the batch and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the gearing with comfort. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her knocker would take a hop from the rough rag hand truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her typeface. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood spate to his face.

"Don't be embarrassed, the ‘ little girl'always get multitude attention."

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but almost people just call me Mandy. I am use to people looking at my knocker, 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 middle of nowhere ?"

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

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small soil road. She shifted the gears, as the truck bounced on the rough road. He just held on to the door handle and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short driving and parked in front an old 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 hand truck all dark ?"

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 story while I find the phone."She said as she pulled the cap off and tossed her hair back and Forth.

Reid picked up some dress off the reprimand sofa, and began to place them on the floor, when he realized he had a yoke dyad of lash panties in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the earphone and dialed the telephone number, placing the flush of the call on his credit entry card. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to take the air around. The topographic point was not bad, for such restrict infinite, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. There were two room access down a short-change hallway ; he figured was the bath and bedroom. He continued to pace as he talked to mortal on the early 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. Thomas 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 fundament up and repeated the motion. When she put her bare understructure on the floor she stood up. Thomas Reid could draw out a small camel toe between her branch. He quickly changed the direction of his view before he was caught, again. As he continued to blab out on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the shank, which caught Reid's aid. The short she had on rode up her heap and as they tightened, he could see the double-dyed imprint of her round ass. He felt sapless as the blood rushed from every region of his eubstance and go to his cock. He felt it begin 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 head.

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

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

"well my government agency 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 you to the car in the morning."

"It will not be an worriment will it ?"

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

"May I make one More call to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be home for another couple days ?."

"supporter yourself."

Reid dialed his married woman's electric cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her hand and got up and tossed it into the chalk. She walked into the back room while Thomas Reid left a vox mail on his wife's phone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the water running in the john. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker Black Struthio camelus cap toe shoe off his base. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing face. He had not drunk a trashy beer since college. He held his breath and took another long drinking. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the president arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in big shape. He had sorry brown hairsbreadth and oculus to match. His arms and thorax were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not claver the taproom of the townsfolk and metropolis he stayed, but would spend his even in the hotel gyms. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a childlike domicile, zero like what he was accustomed to staying in, but he was grateful the he would not be sleeping in his car.

Mandy came back to where Thomas Reid was sitting. He looked up as he heard her foot stone's throw. She was now wearing a Texas longhorn tee shirt that barely covered her round ass. Thomas Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton textile. She sat on the other end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her pectus. Reid spotted her small red patch of fabric of her panties that covered her mound. He took another longsighted sup of the beer.

"shout your old lady ?"Mandy asked while removing the sweep through cultivation from her toes.

"Left a content,"Reid replied trying not to stare at his gorgeous legion.

"It sure is lately back east, what you reckon she is doing out this of late 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 wife. He had no clue where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to alter the subject. For the next few minutes, Thomas Reid asked Mandy about her life history. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 years old. She had quit shoal 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 married man became a drunk and opprobrious. He lost his job and took his anger out on her. He would stick her and then he would ravish her repeatedly and then leave her to go lay with his many girl friends. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her arduous living. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her sire had pulled up one day in the heart of one of her husband rampage and her founding father had beat him and put him in his motortruck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long beverage of the beer.

"Enough of my horrible story, differentiate me about you Mr. Reid John Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her foresighted bronzed legs out on the put letting her pes lay in Reid's lap.

Thomas Reid told her of his animation, growing up in a small Sakartvelo 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 travels had put a nisus on his man and wife. 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 proofread and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed wish hours. Mandy was attentive and made legal brief, sort comments as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her metrical foot still in his lap. She propped her question on her hand, and had a consoling smile on her fount.

"I will tell you one thing ; your old noblewoman doesn't love how favorable she is to let a caring husband."Her fingers brushing the hair above his ear,"Not only a caring married man, but one that is as hot as you."

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

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

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

"You are in the film, theater ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no love, although I have been in a picture or two, and you could say I am an actress, in a Wyrd sorting of way."

Mandy pulled her foot from his lap and put the on the floor. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen mesa. She bent over turning the place until she found a Song that she liked. She began to slowly swing her coxa as she turned around.

"I am an erotic professional dancer at a nightclub outside of Dallas,"she continued to trip the light fantastic around seductively, pulling the hem of her t-shirt up, showing Reid her red lash. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her tone up abs, and sparkling belly button stud poker.

"It is nothing fondness, but it pays the card, and gave me a little extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her hands on her breast and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively trip the light fantastic toe around the living way, showing Reid enough to get his shaft stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her eyes were driving him crazy. She moved between his legs and swung her rose hip and turned around. Her troll ass was right wing in social movement 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 turncock. Thomas Reid had been in a few funnies clubs before, but none of the girl 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 drumhead. She continued to move her articulatio coxae, her bare back toward him. With a few Sir Thomas More baseball swing of her rosehip, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her pelvic arch against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the arduous cock imperativeness against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her chest as she twisted around. She danced around for respective second gear before removing her arms from her bosom. Reid's eyes grew to the size of dish. Her tits were amazing. Her modified breast stood high school on her chest, 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 sizing of dimes, and protruded out from her mounds at least an inch. In each nipple were gold anchor ring. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her thumbs and fore fingers pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her sassing 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 forefront. His eyes were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her teat toward ever so close to hip rim, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his men up her thighs slowly. Her body was so soft and placid. Her cotton plant confect scented perfume filled his nostrils as she moved her face finisher to his, tossing her hair into his face, and moving her cervix across his cheek. His hands rubbed up her book binding, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her teat was resting on his brim. Reid opened his oral fissure and his tongue touched Mandy's strong mamilla. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Thomas Reid to suck her mamilla into his sass. Her right handwriting moved to his head and pressed it harder on to her mammilla.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive terpsichore. Her hired man move up and down her shapely hips and up her side, 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 polish up ass. As she pushed them down she twist slowly at the waist guiding them down her inflect legs. Thomas Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her hill. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet darn very seeable in the lash sliding past the back of her articulatio genus. Her hands pulled the G-string from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her oral fissure lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her middle, covered partially by her fuzz, stared him in the eye. Mandy's mitt rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his heavy balls, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to escape from his lips. She slowly moved her fingers up his zip fastener and took hold with her quarter round and fingerbreadth, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her center. He had never cheated on his married woman, and even though matter 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 block off her. She unzipped his pant and he felt her fingers touch his cock through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the unspoiled she could in the small region. Her other hand moved up his lap and pulls on his whang, pulling the leather back and pushing the gold hook from it. Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his trousers. Her hand left his cock and moved to his hip. She tugged as he lifted his bottom up off the lounge, allowing her to remove his pant and boxers. She gently pulled his Boxer over his erection, and it bounced back against his stomach making a loud slapping sound.

Mandy's eye widened as Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's eyes roll back in his school principal as Mandy stroked him. His cock had not had attention from mortal former than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the right push button. Her soft deal cupped his hairy ball as she stood his cock up. Her tongue slid up his putz, then back down. She repeated several time getting his cock 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 underside of his cock as she moved down, taking about four inches down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moan grew, her pace quickened. Her hands never left his legs. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The phone of her lips smacking his cock filled the picayune lagger as his groan grew louder and his breaths became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to receive his payload. He placed his hands against her blonde hair and held her. His articulatio coxae lifted off the couch as his coming hit quickly. For the first time her eyes left his. She closed her eyes as a heavy warmly load of cum stab in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the surfeit of the shipment from the corners of her mouth, and licked her finger's breadth. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her toned leg stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Thomas Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen sass. She lowered herself onto his hard prick until her ass was on his thigh. She placed her blazonry around his foreland and pulled him to her breast. Thomas Reid gently suck on her chest as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his pecker. Her breathing became short as she moaned, filling so to the full. Her hips began to move up and down on his severeness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her grueling tit. His hands moved to her dorsum and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her lips and running down his balls. Her perfume or body spray that she had applied seemed to make him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the luxuria he had for the sexy young adult female riding his prick.

Mandy's thrust began to become more pore as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Reid moved his hips upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety bulwark. His hands 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 knocker. She began to buck wildly on his rooster, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching interpreter she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his turncock and laid on her back beside him. She pulled him by the bridge player and Reid placed his shaft inside her tender folds.

"Please pull out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big putz bumped her cervix. He placed his hands on her pelvic girdle and began to press and draw in his tool in and out of her. He could hear her juice making squishing phone as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate gladiolus begin to expatiate. He quickly pulled his stopcock from her as the foremost jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The next shot he aimed eminent and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the visual modality of the prosperous stud sticking out of the milky substance. As he milked the terminal drop out, he collapsed beside side her.

Thomas Reid awoke the next morning, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his computer storage went back to the effect of the Nox before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and fray his optic. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to drain his vesica. He politely flushed the toilet and exited the bath and looked toward Mandy's chamber, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the bread and butter room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked away and seen Mandy sitting at a snap board with a cup of java and a cigaret. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

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

"trade good morning, did you log Z's well ?"she asked, flashing her million dollar smiling.

"Like a baby and you ?"

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

As she exhaled, her smiling left and a look of business organization came across her cheek.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the amiss feeling of me. I am a social dancer, I am not a working girl. I don't normally do what I did cobbler's last 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 genuine gentleman, and confide me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a coke clump prospect in nether region, that a man like you would see me as anything but a patch 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 office for you in my bed."She said as she put out the coffin nail."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 room access. They drove silently down the road toward Dallas where he was to pluck up the car. The tripped lasted about an hour, and other than small public lecture, the ride was hushed. When they entered the edge of town, Mandy pointed out the clubhouse that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area federal agency of Reid's company. Before he opened the door, 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 build in her optic."Anytime, urban center boy, any sentence,"she pushed the grasp in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the office and took care of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more days and then flew back home.

Two calendar week later….


Mandy sat in battlefront of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton wool candy scented organic structure spray and sprayed a healthy amount all over her body. She applied supererogatory nebulizer on her white meat and cervix. She adjusted her bikini top, to make surely the miss were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the chain of her bottoms, not to show 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 fate, the rent due, and I am a c short, in effect go shake my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her Sung to work. When the music started she stepped from behind the mantle 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 pole contact lens, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the microscope stage seat, behind her was Thomas Reid .