The late illusion from my imagination ... hope you enjoy.









Thomas Reid tossed is cubicle pone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to call his wife and assure her he was on his way to his adjacent terminus, but as usual, she did not answer. His marriage ceremony was on the tilt, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the hindquarters beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his promotion, things had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southern Department of State. He had a tone 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 speech sound again. While dialing the figure, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the headphone to his ear, the front end of the car began to leap out around and the steering wheel jerked back and Forth. He slowly pulled over to the slope 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.

"shag,"he said as he ran his handwriting through his brown hairsbreadth.

He walked around the car and seen the savorless tire. He opened the torso and pulled out the sea dog, spare and lug wrench and went into gesture. 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 take to be replaced if he was going to push back the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought tears to his eye from the pain sensation. He limped to the car and reached in to get his headphone. Still no sign, so he walked around the car, holding the sound up in the air, hoping to get plenty signaling to get in speck with his office. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was null. No signs of life for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his stumble, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an minute. In disgust, he tossed the phone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eye, duskiness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his head. The hand truck stopped in straw man of him, the head illumination blinding him. Then he heard the door creak open, and close call as it shut. From the driver incline of the 4X4, walked an slant. Well that was what Reid thought any way. He could distinguish from the silhouette, the driver was distaff. She had a baseball game cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back of it in a shot glass tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips rock back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to break down mister,"the daughter said in a odoriferous southern accent.

"Yes, ma'am, I would have to match with you on that. There is no jail cell Robert William Service and you are the first person that has come by in hours."

The girl stepped out of the light and Reid felt the perspiration building in his palms. The missy looked as if she had walked out of a res publica euphony video. She was dressed in cut off dungaree boxers that were barely long enough to shroud her midsection. The white from the front pockets were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her legs were yearn and tanned, and on her feet were in iron heel that went up to the midriff of her sura. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her front pockets, and her hips swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a gabardine shirt, but the arm had been cut off, the face clitoris were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful embrace, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The fanny push button of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a air mile, just above her studded belly clitoris. 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 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 sphere to get him another car, or quicken the one he had.

"fountainhead, my trailer 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 legal brief case and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to count 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 indicate. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clutch and slammed the motortruck in gear. She shifted the gears with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her breast would bounce from the rough 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 bang to his face.

"Don't be embarrassed, the ‘ girlfriend'always get masses attention."

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

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

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

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

"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 small turd road. She shifted the gears, as the motortruck bounced on the approximative route. He just held on to the room access grip and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short ride and parked in front an erstwhile fluid home. She opened the doorway, 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.

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

Thomas Reid picked up some dress off the ragged sofa, and began to place them on the story, when he realized he had a couple span of thong panties in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the phone and dialed the routine, placing the commission of the claim on his mention board. As the early end began to annulus, he stood up and began to walk around. The office was not bad, for such circumscribed space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and animation room all in one. There were two doors down a unretentive hall ; he figured was the lavatory and bedroom. He continued to footstep as he talked to someone on the former end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chairman, pulling her boots off. She had her leg knack with her foot in her custody as she tugged. Reid could not avail his oculus from focusing on the top of her second joint. As she pulled the one charge off, she pulled the other foot up and repeated the question. When she put her bare foot on the floor she stood up. Reid could make out a small camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the focal point of his survey before he was caught, again. As he continued to babble on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's attention. The boxershorts she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the pure depression of her beat ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every part of his body and go to his peter. He felt it get to spring up out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Thomas Reid. He nodded his top dog.

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

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

"It will not be an incommodiousness will it ?"

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

"May I make one more call option to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be home plate for another pair solar day ?."

"Help 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 rubbish. She walked into the back elbow room while Thomas Reid left a vocalism mail on his wife's telephone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the water running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker Black ostrich cap toe place off his invertebrate foot. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimace facial expression. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breathing spell and took another foresightful drink. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the hot seat arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in big pattern. He had dark Brown University fuzz and eyes to touch. His blazon and thorax were chiseled. With all his travel, and being married, he did not visit the bars of the towns and cities he stayed, but would expend his eventide in the hotel gym. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a unsubdivided home, nothing like what he was accustomed to staying in, but he was thankful the he would not be sleeping in his car.

Mandy came back to where Thomas Reid was sitting. He looked up as he heard her foot dance step. She was now wearing a Texas longhorn jersey that barely covered her round ass. Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton wool textile. She sat on the other end of the lounge and pulled her knees up to her chest. Thomas Reid spotted her little red patch of cloth of her pantie that covered her mound. He took another long swallow of the beer.

"yell your old madam ?"Mandy asked while removing the nail polish from her toes.

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

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

"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 change the guinea pig. For the next few arcminute, Reid asked Mandy about her life sentence. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 year old. She had quit school 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 hubby became a drunk 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 entrust her to go lay with his many missy friends. Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories 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 middle of one of her married man violent disorder and her father had beat him and put him in his truck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long boozing of the beer.

"Enough of my horrible story, tell me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long tanned legs out on the cast letting her feet lay in Thomas Reid's lap.

Thomas Reid told her of his sprightliness, growing up in a small Peach State 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 event and how he traveled a lot and that his travel had put a striving on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 hebdomad out of the year, his married woman 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 like hour. Mandy was attentive and made brief, variety remark as he talked.

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

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

"I will tell you one matter ; your old lady doesn't know how favorable she is to have a caring husband."Her fingers brushing the hair above his ear,"Not only a lovingness husband, but one that is as hot as you."

Thomas Reid looked at her and blushed. His heart was pounding in his chest, his palms were sweating and butterfly stroke were swarming in his tum.

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

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

"You are in the movies, theater ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no beloved, although I have been in a video or two, and you could say I am an actress, in a weird sort of way."

Mandy pulled her feet from his lap and put the on the level. She stood and walked over to the radiocommunication that was sitting on the kitchen tabular array. She bent over turning the place until she found a song that she liked. She began to slowly swing her rose hip as she turned around.

"I am an titillating social 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 toned abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is naught fancy, but it pays the bills, and gave me a piffling additional money to buy the girls."She added while putting her manpower on her breast and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living room, showing Reid enough to get his dick inspiration. She moved closer to him, the look in her heart were driving him crazy. She moved between his legs and swung her coxa and turned around. Her unit of ammunition 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 feather, she moved closer to his cock. Reid had been in a few landing strip clubs before, but none of the lady friend he had dance 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 move her pelvic arch, her bare back toward him. With a few Sir Thomas More swings of her hips, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her hips against his growing penis, and she moaned as she felt the hard rooster press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her tit as she twisted around. She danced around for several seconds before removing her arms from her breast. Reid's eyes grew to the size of dish aerial. Her tits were amazing. Her modified 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 sinister pink, her nipples the size of dime, and protruded out from her mounds at to the lowest degree an inch. In each pap were gold rings. Her handwriting squeezed her boob together ; her quarter round and prow fingerbreadth pinched her pap, pulling them. She licked her sassing as she looked at the protuberance in Reid's pant. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the back of couch, and in from his header. His eyes were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her mammilla toward ever so finale to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Thomas Reid moved his hands up her thighs slowly. Her body was so delicate and smooth out. Her cotton plant candy scented perfume filled his nostrils as she moved her face closer to his, tossing her hair into his face, and moving her neck across his face. His script rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her teat was resting on his lips. Reid opened his mouth and his tongue touched Mandy's hard pap. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her right hand moved to his mind and pressed it harder on to her mamilla.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her hands move up and down her shapely hip and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs lure into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the lash slowly slid down her polish up ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the waist guiding them down her toned legs. Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her pitcher's mound. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet speckle very seeable 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 knees. Her mouthpiece lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eye, covered partially by her hair's-breadth, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's hand rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his heavy balls, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a groan to escape from his brim. She slowly moved her fingers up his zipper and took hold with her thumb and finger, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her centre. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though thing were not the effective 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 fingers touch on his shaft through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the small area. Her other hand moved up his lap and pull on his belt ammunition, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden come-on from it. Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his trousers. Her hand left his pecker and moved to his pelvic girdle. She tugged as he lifted his nates up off the couch, allowing her to remove his pant and Boxer. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his venter making a loud slapping strait.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her digit around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's centre roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His stopcock had not had attention from someone other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the good push button. Her soft hand cupped his hairy bollock as she stood his putz up. Her tongue slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated several time getting his turncock nice and wet, then she rose up on her genu, placing a script on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her tongue cupped the underside of his stopcock as she moved down, taking about four inches down her pharynx. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moans grew, her pace quickened. Her custody never left his peg. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The auditory sensation of her brim smacking his cock filled the little dawdler as his groan grew louder and his breaths became lurch. Mandy prepared herself to receive his load. He placed his custody against her blonde hair and held her. His rosehip lifted off the couch as his sexual climax hit quickly. For the first off time her eyes left his. She closed her eyes as a heavy warm load of cum slam in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the excess of the load from the corners of her sass, and licked her fingerbreadth. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her strengthen legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his tool felt the warm, wetness of her tumefy lips. She lowered herself onto his hard irradiation until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her subdivision around his head teacher and pulled him to her breast. Thomas Reid gently suck on her breast as her pelvis slowly twisted, grinding on his peter. Her breathing became forgetful as she moaned, filling so full. Her articulatio coxae began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His natural language swirled around her hard teat. His hands moved to her dorsum and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her succus escaping her back talk and running down his Ball. Her perfume or body nebuliser that she had applied seemed to progress to him inebriate, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy young woman riding his stopcock.

Mandy's thrust began to become more concentrated as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her pelvic girdle. Reid moved his hip upward pushing his shaft deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His hands cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Reid felt Mandy's pussy tighten around is tool, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her knocker. She began to buck wildly on his stopcock, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching spokesperson she announced she was cumming. She rode his hammer until her climax 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 overstretch out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Thomas Reid's big cock bumped her cervix uteri. He placed his deal on her hips and began to labour and attract his prick in and out of her. He could hear her juices making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his balls begin to prickle and he felt his prostrate glad begin to lucubrate. He quickly pulled his cock from her as the first off jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The side by side shot he aimed higher and began building a pool of cum on her belly push button. He chuckled at the pot of the golden rivet sticking out of the milky pith. As he milked the last-place bead out, he collapsed beside face her.

Reid awoke the succeeding forenoon, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his environs. Then his computer storage went back to the consequence of the nighttime before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and rub his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to drain his bladder. He politely flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom and looked toward Mandy's bedroom, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the bread and butter room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked outside and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic tabular array with a cup of coffee and a butt. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

"goodness morning,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her jersey, and had her boots on her infantry.

"goodness sunrise, did you sleep well ?"she asked, flashing her million one dollar bill smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was dead clip I hit the pillow. You gave me a in effect work out,"she said, taking a draw off the fag.

As she exhaled, her smile left and a look of concern came across her face.

"Thomas Reid, I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me. I am a terpsichorean, 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 regrets. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a long clock time since I met a actual gentleman, and hope me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a C balls opportunity in Inferno, 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 married woman, but if it doesn't, there is always a place 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 pair of shorts and was buttoning them up as she shut the room access. They drove silently down the route toward Dallas where he was to pick up the car. The tripped lasted about an hour, and other than modest talk, the ride was quiet. When they entered the sharpness of town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the part that held the region authority of Reid's companionship. 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 build up in her eyes."Anytime, metropolis boy, any time,"she pushed the clutch bag in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the place and took care of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and then flew back home.

Two hebdomad 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 trunk spraying and sprayed a sound amount all over her organic structure. She applied extra spray on her tit and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to cause sure the fille were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her bottoms, not to testify more than was allowed. She started walking toward the phase drapery and where she past NiKole, a sexy brunette dancing who had just finished.

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

"Just my destiny, the rents due, and I am a C brusque, just go rock my ass over metre,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the pall, and waited for her song to dally. When the music 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 phase. As she made her first perch contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage tail end, behind her was Reid .