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









Reid tossed is cell pone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to call his married woman and recite her he was on his way to his next destination, but as usual, she did not answer. His marriage was on the rocks, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the seat beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his packaging, things had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southerly state. He had a feeling that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have plenty proof to confront her. He picked up his earpiece again. While dialing the number, the car shifted off the route, and he jerked it back. As he put the phone to his ear, the nominal head end of the car began to alternate around and the steering wheel jerked back and Forth River. 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.

"ass,"he said as he ran his hand through his John Brown haircloth.

He walked around the car and seen the mat tyre. He opened the body and pulled out the diddlysquat, spare part and lug wrench and went into motion. When he pulled the tire off, the Pteridium aquilinum caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his luck worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would want to be replaced if he was going to drive the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought weeping to his eye from the pain. He limped to the car and reached in to get his phone. Still no signal, so he walked around the car, holding the speech sound up in the air, hoping to get sufficiency signal to get in touch with his position. He looked down the longsighted road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No sign of living for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip-up, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the speech sound in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the audio of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eye, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his weaponry above his header. The truck stopped in front line of him, the header visible radiation blinding him. Then he heard the room access creak open, and squeak as it shut. From the device driver side of the 4X4, walked an Angle. Well that was what Reid thought any way. He could tell from the silhouette, the driver was female. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hairsbreadth flowing out the vertebral column of it in a pony empennage. As the female walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to split up down mister,"the young lady said in a sweet southerly accent.

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

The girlfriend stepped out of the visible light and Reid felt the sudor building in his palms. The female child 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 midsection. The White person from the front sac were peeking under the leg of the underdrawers. Her legs were long and tanned, and on her metrical unit were in iron heel that went up to the midsection of her sura. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her front pocket, and her hip joint swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the front end buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom 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 eyes as they peered out from under the bill of the cap.

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

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

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

"Oh that would be majuscule, give thanks you."

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

Reid grabbed his earphone, wallet and abbreviated suit and walked to the truck. He opened the threshold and climbed in. He turned to face at the driver as she grabbed the steering cycle and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the girlfriend had blonde hair, but could see her brown origin starting to establish. She looked at him as her stretched to press out in the clutch and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the paraphernalia with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her breast would reverberate from the unsmooth turn on hand truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood line Benjamin Rush to his face.

"Don't be embarrassed, the ‘ girls'always get peoples attention."

"I am dark, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but most multitude just call me Mandy. I am use to people looking at my tit, it is all good."

"I ah… am Reid, Thomas Reid John 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 centre of nowhere ?"

"piece of work 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 belittled crap road. She shifted the gearing, as the truck bounced on the grating road. He just held on to the door grip and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a myopic drive and parked in front an older mobile domicile. 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 hand truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the threshold to the mobile home.

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

Thomas Reid picked up some apparel off the ragged sofa, and began to place them on the trading floor, when he realized he had a couple pair of thong panty in his bridge player. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephony. He took the phone and dialed the number, placing the explosive charge of the birdsong on his credit card. As the early end began to doughnut, he stood up and began to walk around. The place was not bad, for such set space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and support elbow room all in one. There were two threshold down a short hallway ; he figured was the john and sleeping room. He continued to pace as he talked to someone on the former end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a electric chair, pulling her bang off. She had her leg bent 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 thrill off, she pulled the former foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her publicise foot on the base she stood up. Thomas Reid could make out a small camel toe between her stage. He quickly changed the direction of his view before he was caught, again. As he continued to let the cat out of the bag on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's attention. The shorts she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the perfect depression of her turn ass. He felt frail as the blood rushed from every region of his dead body 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 Reid. He nodded his head teacher.

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 lips.

"Well my billet is going to get me another car, but it will not be until later 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 inconvenience will it ?"

"Hell no, I don't have to go to work on until tomorrow night, its no biggie."

"May I make one Sir Thomas More shout to let my married woman know I am behind schedule and will not be home for another couple days ?."

"helper yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her hand and got up and tossed it into the applesauce. She walked into the dorsum room while Reid left a vocalism mail on his wife's phone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the water running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, pulling his bow-wow blackamoor ostrich cap toe shoes off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing facial expression. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breather and took another retentive swallow. 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 swell soma. He had drear brown pilus and eyes to correspond. His arms and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not visit the bars of the towns and urban center he stayed, but would spend his eventide in the hotel gyms. As he sat he looked around at his environment. Mandy had a mere 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 foot steps. She was now wearing a Texas Longhorns t-shirt that barely covered her circle ass. Thomas Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton fiber material. She sat on the other end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. Reid spotted her small red patch of cloth of her panties that covered her hammock. He took another long drink of the beer.

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

"Left a subject matter,"Thomas Reid replied trying not to stare at his gorgeous host.

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

"I don't know, she may be sleeping and not able to hear the phone ring."

Thomas Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his married woman. He had no clew where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to change the subject. For the following few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 old age 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 husband became a rummy and abusive. He lost his job and took his angriness out on her. He would beat her and then he would despoil her repeatedly and then provide her to go lay with his many lady friend friends. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many chronicle of her laborious 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 husbands rampage and her Father-God had beat him and put him in his hand truck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long drink of the beer.

"Enough of my horrible history, assure me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her farseeing tanned branch out on the lounge letting her foundation lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his life, growing up in a lowly 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 executive director in sales and how he traveled a lot and that his travels had put a nisus on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 hebdomad out of the year, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his suspicions that his married woman was cheating but had not proof and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed alike time of day. Mandy was heedful and made brief, kind commentary as he talked.

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

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

"I will recite you one affair ; your old lady doesn't sleep together how lucky she is to have a caring husband."Her fingerbreadth brushing the pilus above his ear,"Not only a caring husband, but one that is as hot as you."

Reid looked at her and blushed. His centre was pounding in his pectus, his palms were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his belly.

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

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

"You are in the moving-picture show, theatre ?"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 feet from his lap and put the on the story. She stood and walked over to the radio receiver that was sitting on the kitchen table. She bent over turning the place until she found a song that she liked. She began to slowly swing her hip 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 tee shirt up, showing Reid her red thong. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button studhorse.

"It is cipher partiality, but it pays the eyeshade, and gave me a short extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her bridge player on her white meat and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the keep room, showing Reid enough to get his cock inspiration. She moved closer to him, the looking in her eye were driving him crazy. She moved between his wooden leg and swung her coxa 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 shaft. Reid had been in a few cartoon strip baseball club before, but none of the girls he had dancing for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her t-shirt up and pulled it over her head. She continued to travel her pelvic girdle, her bare back toward him. With a few more swings of her hips, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her hips against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard cock press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her chest as she twisted around. She danced around for several second gear before removing her arms from her breast. Reid's eyes grew to the size of saucers. Her tits were amazing. Her modify breast stood highschool 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 size of dime, and protruded out from her knoll at to the lowest degree an in. In each nipple were Au pack. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her pollex and fore fingers pinched her teat, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the swelling in Reid's trousers. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the back of couch, and inch from his head. His eyes were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her tit toward ever so close to hip lip, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his bridge player up her second joint slowly. Her eubstance was so flabby and smooth. Her cotton confect scented perfume filled his nostrils as she moved her cheek closer to his, tossing her hair into his face, and moving her neck across his face. His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her mamilla was resting on his back talk. Thomas Reid opened his mouthpiece and his tongue touched Mandy's hard pap. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Thomas Reid to suck her pap into his backtalk. Her redress hand moved to his head and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive saltation. Her hands move up and down her shapely rosehip and up her face, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs come-on into her flip-flop as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the thong slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she dented slowly at the waistline guiding them down her toned legs. Thomas Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet maculation very visible in the lash sliding past the cover of her knees. Her hands pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her sassing lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her fuzz, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's handwriting rubbed up the leg of his trouser, and across his heavy Lucille Ball, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a groan to escape from his mouth. She slowly moved her finger up his zipper and took delay with her ovolo 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 thing were not the best between them, he had always been faithful. Something was dissimilar with Mandy, he was in an erotic enchantment and he could not block up her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her finger touch his cock through his drawers. She rubbed up and down the effective she could in the small area. Her former hand moved up his lap and clout on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the lucky hook from it. Her finger's breadth expertly unbuttoned his trousers. Her hand left his putz and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his undersurface up off the sofa, allowing her to remove his trousers and boxers. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his breadbasket making a loud slapping phone.

Mandy's optic widened as Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's eyes roll back in his head teacher as Mandy stroked him. His cock had not had attention from soul former than himself for calendar month and Mandy was pushing all the aright clit. Her flaccid paw cupped his hairy balls as she stood his cock up. Her knife slid up his beam, then back down. She repeated several metre getting his cock nice and wet, then she rose up on her stifle, placing a mitt on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her tongue cupped the undersurface 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 moans grew, her gait quickened. Her hands never left his pegleg. Her finger gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his tool. The sounds of her rim smacking his cock filled the little trailer as his moans grew louder and his breathing place became keel. Mandy prepared herself to receive his load. He placed his hired hand against her light-haired hair and held her. His rosehip lifted off the couch as his climax hit quickly. For the first time her eyes left his. She closed her oculus as a heavy warm encumbrance of cum shot in her backtalk.

Mandy wiped the nimiety of the freight from the quoin of her mouth, and licked her fingers. She stood, still looking into him in the centre. Her toned legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's optic closed as the tip of his shaft felt the warm, wetness of her egotistic rim. She lowered herself onto his hard ray of light until her ass was on his thigh. She placed her blazonry around his head and pulled him to her breast. Reid gently suck on her breast as her hip joint slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her ventilation became short as she moaned, filling so full phase of the moon. Her hips began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her hard nipples. His hands moved to her back and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her succus escaping her mouth and running down his balls. Her perfume or body spray that she had applied seemed to make him drunk, or he was drunk off the lecherousness he had for the sexy young woman riding his cock.

Mandy's thrust began to become more decoct as her climax neared. She moaned as she rocked her hip joint. Reid moved his pelvic girdle upward pushing his shaft deeper into her warm, velvety paries. His hands cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as heat over came them. Reid felt Mandy's pussy tighten around is cock, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her chest. She began to buck wildly on his cock, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching vocalism she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock until her sexual climax subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her hind beside him. She pulled him by the manus and Reid placed his cock inside her warm folds.

"Please pull in out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big cock bumped her cervix. He placed his hired hand on her pelvic arch and began to push and pull his hammer in and out of her. He could try her succus making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his hip joint. He soon felt his balls begin to prickle and he felt his prostrate glad Begin to expand. He quickly pulled his tool from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her trim slit. The future shooter he aimed mellow and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the sight of the golden rivet sticking out of the milklike centre. As he milked the terminal drop out, he collapsed beside side her.

Reid awoke the next morning, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his retention went back to the events of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and rub his centre. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to enfeeble his vesica. 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 support room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked away and seen Mandy sitting at a child's play table with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He opened the room access 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 ft.

"Good first light, did you catch some Z's well ?"she asked, flashing her million dollar grin.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was dead time I hit the pillow. You gave me a good work out,"she said, taking a hook off the cigarette.

As she exhaled, her smiling left and a tone of business organization came across her case.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the haywire impression 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 react but was interrupted.

"I have no regret. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrongly, but it has been a retentive clock time since I met a literal gentleman, and rely me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow balls prospect in hell, that a man like you would see me as anything but a objet d'art 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 butt."Well we had better get you to town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a duad 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 pick up the car. The tripped lasted about an 60 minutes, and former than small talk, the drive was still. When they entered the edge of Town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the authority that held the area office of Thomas Reid's troupe. 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 tear seem to build 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 agency and took care of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more days and then flew back home.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in forepart of the mirror and applied her shuffle up. She stood up and took a can of cotton candy scented consistency nebulizer and sprayed a healthy amount all over her dead body. She applied spare spray on her bosom and neck. She adjusted her two-piece top, to prepare trusted the girls were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her bottoms, not to record more than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage curtain and where she past tense NiKole, a sexy brunette dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the rents due, and I am a one C little, better go shake my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the buttock.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her song to work. When the medicine started she stepped from behind the curtain and began her function. Mandy never made eye striking with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the stage. As she made her first terminal contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stagecoach seats, behind her was Reid .