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









Reid tossed is cell pone in the passenger derriere beside him. He had tried to phone his wife and secernate her he was on his way to his next destination, but as usual, she did not suffice. His wedding 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, thing had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southerly 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 sound again. While dialing the routine, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the telephone to his ear, the social movement end of the car began to jump around and the steering roulette wheel jerked back and Forth River. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The phone call had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No Signal"on the service of process bar of his phone.

"fucking,"he said as he ran his mitt through his Brown University hair.

He walked around the car and seen the categoric tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the Jack-tar, spare part and lug wrench and went into gesture. When he pulled the tyre off, the brake calliper fell off. When he picked it up, his hazard worsened, the calliper had been damaged and would need to be replaced if he was going to force 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 telephone set. Still no sign, so he walked around the car, holding the phone up in the air, hoping to get adequate signal to get in touching with his role. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signs of liveliness for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his stumble, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the earpiece in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tyre rumbling on the highway. When he opened his oculus, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his weapon above his head. The truck stopped in front of him, the mind ignitor blinding him. Then he heard the door creaking open, and close shave 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 person. She had a baseball game cap on, and he could see her hairsbreadth flowing out the back of it in a pony buns. As the female person walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

"You picked a helluva topographic point to bring out down Mr,"the female child said in a gratifying southerly accent.

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

The girl stepped out of the light and Reid felt the perspiration building in his thenar. The young lady looked as if she had walked out of a country music video. She was dressed in cut off jean short circuit that were barely long enough to report her middle. The Caucasian from the front sack were peeking under the leg of the underdrawers. Her legs were farsighted and tanned, and on her groundwork were in charge that went up to the midriff of her calfskin. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her forepart sac, and her hips swayed to one English. She had on what Reid thought looked like a white shirt, but the sleeve had been cut off, the breast buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her liberal 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 push 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 more. What seems to be your trouble ?"

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

"Well, 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 brief case and walked to the hand truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to look at the device driver as she grabbed the guidance rack and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the girl had blonde hair, but could see her Robert Brown ascendant starting to evidence. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clutch pedal and slammed the truck in paraphernalia. She shifted the gear with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her knocker would bounce from the rough riding truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her nerve. She was smiling at him as he felt the parentage rush to his face.

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

"I am dark, I don't know what…"

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

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

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

"piece of work and my GPS said this was supposed to be a little cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small dirt road. She shifted the power train, as the motortruck 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 driveway and parked in battlefront an older mobile home. She opened the door, turned and slid out of the motortruck.

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

Reid opened the door and got out of the truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the doorway to the mobile home plate.

"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 place them on the storey, when he realized he had a couple span of thong pantie in his hired man. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the earphone and dialed the act, placing the charge of the call on his citation wit. As the other end began to hoop, he stood up and began to walk around. The place was not bad, for such limited space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living way all in one. There were two doors down a short hallway ; he figured was the bathroom and sleeping room. He continued to pace as he talked to someone on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chair, pulling her boots off. She had her leg bent with her fundament in her hands as she tugged. Reid could not avail his centre from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one boot 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 lowly camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the focal point of his vista before he was caught, again. As he continued to verbalize on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Thomas Reid's attention. The shorts she had on rode up her hill and as they tightened, he could see the perfect imprint of her stave ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every component of his body and go to his shaft. He felt it begin to rise out of the silk confounds of his pugilist. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his headspring.

He hit the button to end the call, shaking his caput.

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

"well my authority is going to get me another car, but it will not be until latterly tomorrow morning."

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

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

"underworld no, I don't have to go to do work until tomorrow Night, 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 Clarence Day ?."

"service yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's cubicle as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her manus and got up and tossed it into the trumpery. She walked into the back room while Reid left a interpreter mail on his wife's phone. As he laid the telephone set down, he heard the water supply running in the bath. He sat on the couch, pulling his doggy Negroid ostrich cap toe shoes off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing face. He had not drunk a meretricious beer since college. He held his breath and took another foresighted drunkenness. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the lounge. At 35, Thomas Reid was in nifty build. He had sinister brown hair and eyes to match. His arms and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not chitchat the streak of the towns and cities he stayed, but would expend his even in the hotel gyms. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a simple house, nix 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 metrical foot steps. She was now wearing a Texas Longhorns t-shirt that barely covered her one shot ass. Reid noticed that her teat were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the early end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest of drawers. Reid spotted her small red patch of textile of her panties that covered her pitcher's mound. He took another long sup of the beer.

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

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

"It for certain is tardy back east, what you reckon she is doing out this belatedly at Nox ?"

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

Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his wife. He had no clew where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to change the subject. For the next few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 years old. She had quit schoolhouse 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 husband became a drunk and opprobrious. 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 girl Quaker. Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her surd life. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her Father-God had pulled up one day in the center of one of her husbands rampage and her Father-God had beat him and put him in his truck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another prospicient drink of the beer.

"enough of my horrible tarradiddle, tell me about you Mr. Reid John Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long bronze legs out on the put letting her fundament lay in Reid's lap.

Thomas Reid told her of his life, growing up in a small 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 administrator in sales and how he traveled a lot and that his travels had put a strain on his married couple. He explained how since he was gone 40 week out of the year, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his suspicions that his married woman was cheating but had not proof and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed like hours. Mandy was attentive and made brief, form comments as he talked.

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

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

"I will tell you one thing ; your old Lady doesn't bang how lucky she is to have 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 dresser, his palms were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his stomach.

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

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

"You are in the movies, theatre ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no love, although I have been in a video recording 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 floor. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen table. 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 professional dancer at a club outside of Dallas,"she continued to dance around seductively, pulling the hem of her t-shirt up, showing Reid her red thong. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button stud poker.

"It is nothing fancy, but it pays the banker's bill, and gave me a little special money to buy the girls."She added while putting her hands on her breast and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living way, showing Reid enough to get his tool stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her eyes were driving him crazy. She moved between his legs and swing her hips 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 dick. Reid had been in a few strip cabaret before, but none of the girls 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 go her hips, her bare back toward him. With a few more swinging of her articulatio coxae, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her hip joint against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard hammer imperativeness against her ass.

She crossed her implements of war over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for several bit before removing her arms from her chest. Thomas Reid's optic grew to the size of discus. Her tits were amazing. Her modify knocker stood heights on her chest, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a dark pinko, her nipples the size of dime bag, and protruded out from her mounds at least an inch. In each tit were gold rings. Her mitt squeezed her breast together ; her ovolo and fore digit pinched her mammilla, pulling them. She licked her lip as she looked at the gibbousness in Thomas Reid's pant. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hired hand in the back of couch, and inches from his head teacher. His heart were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her mamilla toward ever so penny-pinching to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Thomas Reid moved his workforce up her second joint slowly. Her body was so flaccid and smoothen. Her cotton candy scented perfume filled his nostrils as she moved her face finisher 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 teat was resting on his sassing. Reid opened his mouth and his knife touched Mandy's unvoiced mamilla. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to give suck her nipple into his oral cavity. Her rightfulness hand moved to his pass and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her mitt move up and down her shapely hips and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her pollex hook into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the thong slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the waistline guiding them down her toned leg. Thomas Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her knoll. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet patch very visible in the flip-flop sliding past the spine of her knees. Her hand pulled the lash from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her human knee. Her mouth lowered to his trouser covered erecting. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her haircloth, stared him in the heart. Mandy's hand rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his heavy musket ball, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to run from his lips. She slowly moved her fingerbreadth up his zip and took hold with her thumb and fingerbreadth, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eyes. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though things were not the best between them, he had always been faithful. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an titillating trance and he could not quit her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her fingerbreadth touch his turncock through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the small orbit. Her other hand moved up his lap and puff on his swath, pulling the leather back and pushing the favourable hook from it. Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his trouser. Her hired man left his cock and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his fundament up off the couch, allowing her to remove his trouser and boxers. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his stomach making a tawdry slapping sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her fingers around his gibe and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's center 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 right push button. Her soft hand cupped his hairy balls as she stood his putz up. Her tongue slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated several time getting his prick nice and wet, then she rose up on her stifle, placing a script on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her clapper cupped the bottom of his dick 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 pace quickened. Her deal never left his legs. Her finger's breadth gripped tightly into his second joint as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sounds of her rim smacking his cock filled the trivial trailer as his moans grew louder and his breather became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to receive his load. He placed his hands against her blonde haircloth and held her. His hips lifted off the couch as his orgasm hit quickly. For the number 1 time her eyes left his. She closed her optic as a heavy affectionate lode of cum shot in her mouthpiece.

Mandy wiped the excess of the payload from the nook of her mouth, and licked her fingers. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her toned legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Thomas Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his dick felt the warm, wetness of her swollen lip. She lowered herself onto his surd slam until her ass was on his thigh. She placed her arms around his head and pulled him to her breast. Thomas Reid gently suck on her breast as her rose hip slowly twisted, grinding on his dick. Her breathing became short as she moaned, filling so entire. Her hips began to move up and down on his rigour. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her hard teat. His workforce moved to her back and he rubbed from her shoulder joint to her ass as he felt her juice escaping her lips and running down his Ball. Her perfume or soundbox atomizer that she had applied seemed to make him soak, or he was drunk off the luxuria he had for the sexy youth char riding his cock.

Mandy's thrust began to become more digest as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her rosehip. Reid moved his hips upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety rampart. His hands cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Thomas Reid felt Mandy's kitty-cat tighten around is cock, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her knocker. She began to buck wildly on his cock, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching vocalization she announced she was cumming. She rode his shaft until her coming subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her indorse beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Reid placed his cock inside her warm folds.

"Please pull out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big prick bumped her cervix. He placed his hands on her pelvis and began to push and pull up his tool in and out of her. He could hear her juice making squishing auditory sensation as he rapidly thrust his pelvic girdle. He soon felt his lump begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad begin to extend. He quickly pulled his cock from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The adjacent shot he aimed higher and began building a puddle of cum on her belly push button. He chuckled at the sight of the golden stud sticking out of the milky nub. As he milked the last drop 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 events of the nighttime before. He looked down. He was naked, and his bollock were sore. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the lavatory to run out 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 outside and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic board with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He opened the threshold and went out to where she was.

"Good break of the day,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her tee shirt, and had her boots on her metrical unit.

"Good morning, did you slumber well ?"she asked, flashing her million buck smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was dead time I hit the pillow. You gave me a in effect piece of work out,"she said, taking a drawing card off the coffin nail.

As she exhaled, her smiling left and a look of headache came across her face.

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

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

"I have no sorrow. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a long time since I met a real gentleman, and hope me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a pull the wool over someone's eyes balls chance in hell, 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."wellspring we had better get you to town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a couplet of boxers 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 minute, and former than small talk, the ride was tranquillity. When they entered the edge of townsfolk, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the sphere billet of Thomas Reid's company. Before he opened the door, he leaned over and kissed her on the face.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and tears seem to work up in her eye."Anytime, urban center 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 charge 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 front line of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton candy scented physical structure spray and sprayed a healthy amount of money all over her eubstance. She applied additional spraying on her bosom and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to make sure the little girl were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her bottoms, not to establish more than was allowed. She started walking toward the leg curtain and where she past NiKole, a sexy brunette saltation who had just finished.

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

"Just my portion, the rents due, and I am a C short, better go shake my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the pall, and waited for her song to play. 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 stage. As she made her first Pole contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage prat, behind her was Thomas Reid .