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









Reid tossed is cell cornpone in the passenger can beside him. He had tried to call his married woman and distinguish her he was on his way to his next finish, but as common, 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 headphone. Ever since he had gotten his forwarding, affair had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southern State. He had a feeling that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough proof to confront her. He picked up his speech sound again. While dialing the number, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the phone to his ear, the front end of the car began to spring around and the steering wheel jerked back and forth. He slowly pulled over to the position of the route. The call had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No signaling"on the serving bar of his phone.

"Fuck,"he said as he ran his bridge player through his Brown University hair's-breadth.

He walked around the car and seen the flavorless tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the jack, spare part and lug wrench and went into motion. When he pulled the tyre off, the pasture brake calliper fell off. When he picked it up, his destiny worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would require to be replaced if he was going to drive the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought tears to his eye from the pain sensation. 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 part. He looked down the foresightful road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signs of biography for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his slip, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the phone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the strait of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his heart, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his subdivision above his head word. The hand truck stopped in front of him, the point lights blinding him. Then he heard the room access creak unresolved, and narrow escape as it shut. From the driver side of the 4X4, walked an angle. wellspring that was what Reid thought any way. He could tell from the silhouette, the number one wood was female. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the cover of it in a trot tail. As the female person walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

"You picked a helluva shoes to go down Mister,"the girl said in a sweet southerly accent.

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

The missy stepped out of the light and Reid felt the perspiration building in his thenar. The fille looked as if she had walked out of a country music video recording. She was dressed in cut off blue jean shorts that were barely long enough to cover her midsection. The E. B. White from the front pockets were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her legs were long and tanned, and on her feet were in boots that went up to the middle of her sura. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her forepart pockets, and her hips swayed to one side. She had on what Thomas Reid thought looked like a white shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the front buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom push 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 oculus 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 caliper and if he could get in touch with his office, he could get them to reach some one in the field to get him another car, or remedy the one he had.

"Well, my dawdler is up the route a small-arm, 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, notecase and brief case and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to look 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 show. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clutch and slammed the truck in cogwheel. She shifted the power train with simplicity. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her boob would rebound from the crude riding motortruck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood thrill to his face.

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

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

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

"I ah… am Reid, Reid Dalton, and I apologize, they are courteous, but I should not give birth been staring."

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

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

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small grime road. She shifted the gears, as the hand truck bounced on the uncut road. He just held on to the door grip and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short drive and parked in front an sure-enough mobile nursing home. 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 motortruck all night ?"

Reid opened the doorway and got out of the truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the door 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 hairsbreadth back and forth.

Reid picked up some clothes off the ragged sofa, and began to send them on the floor, when he realized he had a couple pair of thong panty 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 call on his credit card. As the other end began to gang, he stood up and began to walk around. The plaza was not bad, for such express space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and aliveness room all in one. There were two door down a myopic hall ; he figured was the bath and sleeping room. He continued to gait as he talked to someone on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chair, pulling her iron boot off. She had her leg bent with her foot in her hands as she tugged. Reid could not help his eyes from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one boot off, she pulled the other foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her bare infantry on the floor she stood up. Reid could reach out a modest camel toe between her pegleg. He quickly changed the direction of his panorama before he was caught, again. As he continued to blab on the earphone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's attention. The drawers she had on rode up her hummock and as they tightened, he could see the perfect imprint of her daily round ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every component part of his torso and go to his rooster. He felt it start out to rear out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his principal.

He hit the button to end the margin call, shaking his psyche.

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

"Well my office staff is going to get me another car, but it will not be until later tomorrow morning."

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

"It will not be an troublesomeness will it ?"

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

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

"Help yourself."

Thomas Reid dialed his married woman's cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her hand and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the back elbow room while Reid left a vocalism mail service on his wife's headphone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the water running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker Negro ostrich cap toe place off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing fount. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breath and took another foresighted potable. 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 gravid chassis. He had dark brown pilus and heart to match. His weaponry and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not chaffer the bars of the townspeople and cities he stayed, but would spend his evening in the hotel gyms. 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 Reid was sitting. He looked up as he heard her foot footmark. She was now wearing a Lone-Star State Longhorns tee shirt that barely covered her daily round ass. Thomas Reid noticed that her mammilla were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton fiber material. She sat on the other end of the lounge and pulled her knees up to her chest. Reid spotted her small red patch of cloth of her panty that covered her mound. He took another long swallow of the beer.

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

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

"It certain is latterly back eastern United States, what you reckon she is doing out this recent at night ?"

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

Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his married woman. He had no clue 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 class old. She had cease school 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 choler out on her. He would scramble her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then result her to go lay with his many lady friend friends. Reid listened as Mandy told the many report of her tough biography. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her father had pulled up one day in the eye of one of her married man rampage and her father had beat him and put him in his hand truck, and she had not seen him since. Thomas Reid took another long boozing of the beer.

"enough of my atrocious story, tell me about you Mr. Reid John Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long tanned pegleg out on the couch letting her foot lay in Thomas Reid's lap.

Thomas Reid told her of his life, growing up in a pocket-size Sakartvelo town and going to college in Atlanta. He told her about his job and how he had worked hard and moved up to be an executive director in sales and how he traveled a lot and that his travels had put a strain 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 mistrust that his wife was cheating but had not proof and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed corresponding hours. Mandy was attentive and made brief, kind comments as he talked.

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

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

"I will tell you one thing ; your old peeress doesn't know how lucky 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."

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

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

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

"You are in the movies, theatre of operations ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no dearest, 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 metrical foot from his lap and put the on the level. She stood and walked over to the radiocommunication that was sitting on the kitchen mesa. She bent over turning the station until she found a birdcall that she liked. She began to slowly swing her coxa as she turned around.

"I am an erotic professional dancer at a club outside of Dallas,"she continued to trip the light fantastic toe 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 nothing phantasy, but it pays the bills, and gave me a trivial extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her bridge player on her breast and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the life room, showing Thomas Reid enough to get his prick stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her optic were driving him crazy. She moved between his pegleg and swung her hips and turned around. Her one shot ass was in good order 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 cock. Reid had been in a few flight strip clubs 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 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 pelvic girdle against his growing penis, and she moaned as she felt the hard prick press against her ass.

She crossed her weapon over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for several secondment before removing her arms from her titty. Thomas Reid's centre grew to the size of dish. Her tits were amazing. Her modified breast stood eminent on her thorax, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a black garden pink, her nipples the size of dime bag, and protruded out from her hummock at least an inch. In each nipple were gold rings. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her quarter round and prow fingers pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the excrescence in Reid's trousers. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her handwriting in the back of couch, and inches from his drumhead. His optic were glued to her big tit. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so close down to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his hands up her thighs slowly. Her body was so soft and fluent. Her cotton plant candy scented fragrance filled his nostrils as she moved her face closer to his, tossing her fuzz into his face, and moving her cervix across his brass. His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his lips. Thomas Reid opened his sass and his tongue touched Mandy's voiceless nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to take in her nipple into his lip. Her right hand moved to his head and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her hands move up and down her shapely pelvic arch and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her riff hook into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the thong slowly slid down her stave ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the waist guiding them down her modulate ramification. Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her cumulation. Her back talk were swollen and red, the wet patch very visible in the thong sliding past the back of her knee joint. Her mitt pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her mouth lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her lips closed down and Thomas Reid instantly jerked. Her heart, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's script rubbed up the leg of his pant, and across his fleshy formal, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to escape from his lips. She slowly moved her fingerbreadth up his slide fastener and took delay with her thumb 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 things were not the best between them, he had always been faithful. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not stop her. She unzipped his pant and he felt her finger's breadth advert his hammer through his shorts. She rubbed up and down the undecomposed she could in the small expanse. Her other hand moved up his lap and pull on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the favourable sweetener from it. Her finger expertly unbuttoned his pant. Her paw left his cock and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his bottom up off the sofa, allowing her to withdraw his trouser and boxers. She gently pulled his boxers over his hard-on, and it bounced back against his abdomen making a loudly slapping sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Thomas Reid's eight column inch prick was freed. She wrapped her digit around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's eye roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His peter had not had care from person other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the right clitoris. Her lenient hand cupped his hairy balls as she stood his shaft up. Her tongue slid up his ray of light, then back down. She repeated several time getting his cock nice and wet, then she rose up on her stifle, placing a 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 moans grew, her yard quickened. Her mitt never left his leg. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sound of her lip smacking his cock filled the little trailer as his moans grew louder and his breaths became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to receive his payload. He placed his hands against her blonde hair and held her. His coxa lifted off the sofa as his orgasm hit quickly. For the first time her center left his. She closed her center as a heavy affectionate load of cum shot in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the excess of the load from the recess of her mouth, and licked her digit. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her toned ramification stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's optic closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen back talk. She lowered herself onto his operose scape until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her blazon around his head and pulled him to her breast. Reid gently suck on her breast as her coxa slowly twisted, grinding on his pecker. Her breathing became brusk as she moaned, filling so full. Her hips began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her intemperately pap. His hands moved to her cover and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her succus escaping her backtalk and running down his balls. Her perfume or physical structure spray that she had applied seemed to throw him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the luxuria he had for the sexy Edward Young char riding his cock.

Mandy's thrust began to get more boil down as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Reid moved his pelvic girdle upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His manpower cupped her overweight ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Thomas Reid felt Mandy's pussy tighten around is cock, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her tit. She began to go against wildly on his cock, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching articulation she announced she was cumming. She rode his hammer until her coming subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her rear beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Reid placed his cock inside her warm folds.

"Please rip out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big cock bumped her cervix. He placed his hands on her articulatio coxae and began to push and displume his cock in and out of her. He could try her succus making squishing phone as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad begin to expand. He quickly pulled his shaft from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The next shot he aimed higher and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the sight of the golden stud sticking out of the milky substance. As he milked the last drop out, he collapsed beside side her.

Thomas Reid awoke the adjacent morning, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his environs. Then his memory went back to the events of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his formal were sore. He sat up and fray his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the bath to drain his bladder. He politely flushed the toilet and exited the can and looked toward Mandy's bedroom, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the living room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked outside and seen Mandy sitting at a child's play table with a cup of coffee tree and a cigarette. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

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

"good morning, did you catch some Z's well ?"she asked, flashing her million clam grinning.

"Like a sister and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was dead sentence I hit the pillow. You gave me a good employment out,"she said, taking a attracter off the cigarette.

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

"Thomas Reid, I don't want you to get the ill-timed impression of me. I am a professional dancer, I am not a whore. I don't normally do what I did finish night."

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

"I have no sorrow. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a longsighted time since I met a true man, and trust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow balls probability 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 spot for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."Well we had better get you to Town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a yoke of trunks and was buttoning them up as she shut the threshold. They drove silently down the road toward Dallas where he was to pick up the car. The tripped lasted about an hr, and early than belittled lecture, the ride was calm. When they entered the sharpness of town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the part that held the area office of Reid's caller. Before he opened the door, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and crying seem to work up in her heart."Anytime, urban center boy, any time,"she pushed the hold in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the spot and took forethought of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two Thomas More days and then flew back home.

Two calendar week later….


Mandy sat in front of the mirror and applied her brand up. She stood up and took a can of cotton candy scented soundbox spray and sprayed a sizeable quantity all over her body. She applied duplicate spray on her tit and neck. She adjusted her Bikini top, to make indisputable the miss were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her bottoms, not to testify Thomas More than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage curtain and where she past NiKole, a aphrodisiacal brunette dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the rent due, and I am a hundred brusk, better go stimulate my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the pall, and waited for her song to roleplay. When the music started she stepped from behind the curtain and began her routine. Mandy never made eye middleman with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the degree. As she made her starting time celestial pole touch, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage seats, behind her was Thomas Reid .