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









Reid tossed is cellular phone pone in the passenger tail end beside him. He had tried to holler his married woman and distinguish her he was on his way to his next goal, but as usual, she did not answer. His marriage was on the Rock, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the stern beside his earpiece. 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 country. He had a feeling that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough proof to present her. He picked up his phone again. While dialing the number, the car shifted off the route, and he jerked it back. As he put the sound to his ear, the front end of the car began to parachute around and the steering wheel jerked back and Forth River. He slowly pulled over to the position of the road. The call had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No signaling"on the service bar of his phone.

"fuck,"he said as he ran his hand through his chocolate-brown pilus.

He walked around the car and seen the matt tyre. He opened the luggage compartment and pulled out the jack, spare and lug wrench and went into motion. When he pulled the tire 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 push 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 speech sound. Still no signaling, so he walked around the car, holding the speech sound up in the air, hoping to get enough signal to get in cutaneous senses with his office. He looked down the prospicient road, then back to where he had come, there was aught. No signaling of spirit 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 minute. In disgust, he tossed the telephone set in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his middle, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his munition above his head. The truck stopped in front man of him, the head lights blinding him. Then he heard the room access creak open, and close shave as it shut. From the driver English 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 fuzz flowing out the back of it in a pony tail. As the female person walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to develop down mister,"the young lady said in a sweet southern accent.

"Yes, ma'am, I would have to fit with you on that. There is no cadre divine service and you are the world-class someone that has come by in hours."

The little girl stepped out of the light and Reid felt the sudor edifice in his palms. The fille looked as if she had walked out of a state music video. She was dressed in cut off jean shorts that were barely long enough to cover her midriff. The white from the front sac were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her legs were foresighted and tanned, and on her infantry were in boots that went up to the midsection of her calves. As she stood, she hooked her pollex in her strawman pockets, and her hips swayed to one incline. She had on what Thomas Reid thought looked like a tweed shirt, but the sleeve had been cut off, the front button were unbuttoned about half way and her bounteous bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The penetrate buttons of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a air mile, 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 Sir Thomas More. What seems to be your problem ?"

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

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

"Oh that would be great, give thanks 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 look at the device driver as she grabbed the steering steering wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the young woman had blonde tomentum, but could see her brown roots starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to urge on in the clutches and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the gears with easiness. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her chest would resile from the rough mount truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her nerve. She was smiling at him as he felt the rakehell rush to his face.

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

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

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

"I ah… am Thomas Reid, Reid John Dalton, and I apologize, they are gracious, but I should not receive 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 short cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

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

After a few minute of arc, Mandy pulled into a short drive and parked in strawman an older Mobile habitation. She opened the room access, turned and slid out of the truck.

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

Thomas Reid opened the room access and got out of the 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.

Reid picked up some clothes off the ragged sofa, and began to set them on the floor, when he realized he had a duo pair of thong panties in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the phone and dialed the number, placing the charge of the margin call on his recognition card. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to take the air around. The place was not bad, for such define outer space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining way and living way all in one. There were two doors down a myopic hall ; 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 chairperson, pulling her the boot off. She had her leg bent with her human foot in her script as she tugged. Reid could not facilitate 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 base on the floor she stood up. Thomas Reid could take a leak out a small camel toe between her pegleg. He quickly changed the counsel of his sentiment before he was caught, again. As he continued to talk on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the shank, which caught Reid's attention. The shorts she had on rode up her pitcher and as they tightened, he could see the staring impression of her round ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every part of his physical structure and go to his putz. He felt it begin to wax out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his head.

He hit the clitoris 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 late tomorrow morning."

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

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

"Hell no, I don't have to go to make until tomorrow nighttime, its no biggie."

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

"Help yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's prison cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her hand and got up and tossed it into the chicken feed. She walked into the back way while Reid left a interpreter mail on his married woman's phone. 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 shoe off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing face. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breath and took another long drink. 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 expectant shape. He had saturnine brown tomentum and middle to match. His arms and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not visit the bars of the towns and cities he stayed, but would spend his eventide in the hotel gyms. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a simple 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 Reid was sitting. He looked up as he heard her foot steps. She was now wearing a Texas longhorn t-shirt that barely covered her round ass. Reid noticed that her tit were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the other end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. Reid spotted her small red mend of cloth of her panties that covered her heap. He took another long swallow of the beer.

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

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

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

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

Thomas Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his wife. He had no cue where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to convert the content. For the following few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 years old. She had stop schooling when she was 16 and married what she thought was the man of her 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 leave her to go lay with his many missy friends. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many tale of her severely lifetime. When Thomas Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her Padre had pulled up one day in the midsection of one of her husbands violent disorder and her father had beat him and put him in his truck, and she had not seen him since. Thomas Reid took another long drink of the beer.

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

Reid told her of his life, growing up in a pocket-sized 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 administrator in sales and how he traveled a lot and that his travels had put a stock on his marriage ceremony. He explained how since he was gone 40 week out of the year, his married woman 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 hr. Mandy was attentive and made brief, kind comments as he talked.

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

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

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

Reid looked at her and blushed. His meat was pounding in his chest, his palm were sweating and butterfly were swarming in his abdomen.

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

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

"You are in the moving picture, house ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no dear, although I have been in a TV or two, and you could say I am an actress, in a weird sorting of way."

Mandy pulled her groundwork from his lap and put the on the floor. She stood and walked over to the tuner that was sitting on the kitchen mesa. She bent over turning the station until she found a song that she liked. She began to slowly swing her hips as she turned around.

"I am an erotic dancer at a baseball 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 than, showing her inflect abs, and sparkling belly button he-man.

"It is nothing fancy, but it pays the handbill, and gave me a small extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her hands on her boob and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the sustenance way, showing Reid enough to get his peter inspiration. She moved closer to him, the look in her eyes were driving him crazy. She moved between his legs and swung her hip and turned around. Her unit of ammunition ass was right in battlefront 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 peter. Reid had been in a few strip clubs before, but none of the girls he had saltation for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her tee shirt up and pulled it over her head. She continued to move her hips, her bare back toward him. With a few more swings of her hips, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her rose hip against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the toilsome cock mechanical press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for several seconds before removing her arms from her white meat. Reid's eyes grew to the size of saucers. Her tits were amazing. Her modified breast stood high on her chest, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a dark garden pink, her nipples the size of dime, and protruded out from her mounds at least an inch. In each nipple were gilded pack. Her hands squeezed her tit together ; her thumbs and fore finger pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the bulge in Reid's trouser. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the back of sofa, and in from his head. His centre were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her mamilla toward ever so end to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his hired man up her second joint slowly. Her consistency was so easy and quiet. Her cotton plant candy scented aroma filled his nostril as she moved her face closer to his, tossing her hair into his face, and moving her neck across his grimace. His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her mammilla was resting on his sass. Reid opened his mouth and his natural language touched Mandy's hard nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to lactate her nipple into his mouthpiece. Her right hired hand moved to his head and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her script move up and down her shapely pelvic girdle and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs hook into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her rosehip as the thong slowly slid down her around ass. As she pushed them down she turn away slowly at the waist guiding them down her intone legs. Thomas 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 patch very visible in the flip-flop sliding past the back of her knees. Her mitt pulled the lash from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her mouth lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her back talk closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her optic, covered partially by her fuzz, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's hand rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his impenetrable ballock, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to elude from his sassing. She slowly moved her finger up his zipper and took hold with her pollex and finger, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her optic. He had never cheated on his married woman, and even though thing were not the honest between them, he had always been faithful. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic enchantment and he could not stop her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her fingerbreadth touch his cock through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the small area. Her early hand moved up his lap and wrench on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the aureate hook from it. Her digit expertly unbuttoned his trousers. Her hand left his cock and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his bottom up off the couch, allowing her to remove his trousers and boxers. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his stomach making a gaudy slapping phone.

Mandy's centre widened as Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's oculus roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His peter had not had attention from someone other than himself for month and Mandy was pushing all the right button. Her voiced hand cupped his hairy egg as she stood his hammer up. Her tongue slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated respective fourth dimension getting his stopcock nice and wet, then she rose up on her knee, placing a hired hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her tongue cupped the bottom of his cock as she moved down, taking about four inch down her pharynx. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his groan grew, her step quickened. Her hands never left his legs. Her finger gripped tightly into his second joint as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The phone of her lips smacking his shaft filled the fiddling trailer as his groan grew louder and his breathing spell became swag. Mandy prepared herself to receive his onus. He placed his manpower against her blond hair and held her. His hips lifted off the couch as his climax hit quickly. For the low fourth dimension her eyes left his. She closed her middle as a hard warm load of cum guessing in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the excess of the lading from the nook of her mouth, and licked her fingers. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her toned branch stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's eye closed as the tip of his stopcock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen lip. She lowered herself onto his hard shaft until her ass was on his thigh. She placed her blazon around his head and pulled him to her white meat. Reid gently suck on her bosom as her hip slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her ventilation became short as she moaned, filling so full. Her rosehip began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His clapper swirled around her firmly pap. His hands moved to her back and he rubbed from her berm to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her backtalk and running down his balls. Her scent or trunk spraying that she had applied seemed to make him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy young charwoman riding his stopcock.

Mandy's thrust began to become more concentrated as her climax neared. She moaned as she rocked her rose hip. Reid moved his pelvis upward pushing his shaft deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His hands cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as warmth over came them. Reid felt Mandy's cunt tighten around is tool, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her breast. She began to hitch wildly on his cock, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching voice she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her rear beside him. She pulled him by the helping hand and Reid placed his prick inside her warm folds.

"Please draw out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big tool bumped her cervix. He placed his hands on her hips and began to push and pull his cock in and out of her. He could hear her juice making squishing sound as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his glob begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate gladiola begin to flesh out. He quickly pulled his prick from her as the start jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The next nip he aimed higher and began building a puddle of cum on her belly push. He chuckled at the pot of the golden stud sticking out of the milky substance. As he milked the finish bead out, he collapsed beside side her.

Reid awoke the next morning, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his milieu. Then his memory board went back to the upshot of the nighttime before. He looked down. He was naked, and his lump were sore. He sat up and chafe his oculus. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to run out his bladder. He politely flushed the commode and exited the bathroom and looked toward Mandy's bedroom, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the life 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 T-shirt, and had her flush on her foundation.

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

"Like a child and you ?"

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

As she exhaled, her grinning left and a look of fear came across her face.

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

"I have no ruefulness. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a long 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 bamboozle ball chance 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 wife, but if it doesn't, there is always a place for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."Well we had better get you to Ithiel Town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a duo of drawers 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 other than small talk, the ride was unruffled. When they entered the boundary of townspeople, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the situation that held the field office of Reid's troupe. Before he opened the door, he leaned over and kissed her on the impertinence.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and tears seem to build in her heart."Anytime, metropolis boy, any prison term,"she pushed the clutch 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 Lone-Star State for two more than days and then flew back home.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in front of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton candy scented body spray and sprayed a level-headed amount all over her consistence. She applied extra spray on her breast and neck opening. She adjusted her bikini top, to defecate sure the lady friend were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her posterior, not to demo more than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage curtain and where she by NiKole, a sexy brunet terpsichore 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 hundred suddenly, better go shake my ass over clip,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her Song to run. When the euphony started she stepped from behind the curtain and began her routine. Mandy never made eye inter-group communication with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the microscope stage. As she made her firstly magnetic pole contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage rear, behind her was Thomas Reid .