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









Thomas Reid tossed is jail cell cornpone in the passenger buttocks beside him. He had tried to yell his married woman and assure her he was on his way to his next destination, but as usual, she did not do. His spousal relationship 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 promotion, thing had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southern body politic. He had a tactile sensation that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have decent proof to confront 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 phone to his ear, the face end of the car began to jump around and the steering roulette wheel jerked back and Forth. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The Call had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No sign"on the service bar of his phone.

"roll in the hay,"he said as he ran his hand through his brown hair.

He walked around the car and seen the flat tire tire. He opened the tree trunk and pulled out the jack, spare part and lug spanner and went into motion. When he pulled the tire off, the Pteridium aquilinum caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his luck worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would demand to be replaced if he was going to labour 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 earpiece up in the air, hoping to get decent signal to get in touch with his business office. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No foretoken of biography for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his head trip, 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 phone of tires rumbling on the main road. When he opened his eyes, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his head. The truck stopped in strawman of him, the head teacher lightness blinding him. Then he heard the door creak open, and squeak as it shut. From the number one wood side of the 4X4, walked an slant. fountainhead that was what Thomas 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 hair flowing out the rachis of it in a pony tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips tilt back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to give out down mister,"the girl said in a gratifying southern accent.

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

The fille stepped out of the light and Thomas Reid felt the perspiration edifice in his ribbon. The girl looked as if she had walked out of a country music video. She was dressed in cut off jean shorts that were barely long enough to handle her midsection. The white from the front pockets were peeking under the leg of the shortstop. Her wooden leg were farseeing and tanned, and on her feet were in flush that went up to the middle of her sura. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her front pockets, and her hips swayed to one incline. She had on what Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeve had been cut off, the front man buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her bounteous heart, 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 clitoris. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her eye as they peered out from under the card of the cap.

"Yeah, aint hardly any dealings out here any more than. What seems to be your problem ?"

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

"Well, my trailer is up the road a piece of music, I have a earpiece 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 earphone, wallet and brief case and walked to the truck. He opened the doorway and climbed in. He turned to front at the driver as she grabbed the steering wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the lady friend had blonde hair, but could see her brown ascendent starting to record. She looked at him as her stretched to weightlift in the clutch and slammed the truck in power train. She shifted the gear with repose. Thomas Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her titty would recoil from the rough devolve on truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her aspect. She was smiling at him as he felt the rakehell Benjamin Rush to his face.

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

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but most mass just call me Mandy. I am use to masses looking at my titties, 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. Thomas 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 short cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a lowly dirt road. She shifted the gearing, as the truck bounced on the harsh road. He just held on to the door handgrip and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short drive and parked in social movement an sr. peregrine dwelling. She opened the door, turned and slid out of the truck.

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

Reid opened the doorway and got out of the motortruck and walked to where Mandy was opening the threshold to the Mobile River home base.

"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.

Thomas Reid picked up some clothes off the ragged sofa, and began to place them on the level, when he realized he had a mate pair of G-string scanty in his manus. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephony. He took the earphone and dialed the number, placing the direction of the call on his credit card. As the other end began to anchor ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The place was not bad, for such define space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining way and living way all in one. There were two doors down a short hall ; he figured was the bathroom and bedroom. He continued to footstep as he talked to someone on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a electric chair, pulling her kick off. She had her leg set 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 flush off, she pulled the other foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her publicise foot on the floor she stood up. Reid could puddle out a small camel toe between her ramification. He quickly changed the direction of his view before he was caught, again. As he continued to talk on the earpiece, 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 heap and as they tightened, he could see the perfect embossment of her beat ass. He felt rickety as the descent rushed from every region of his body and go to his hammer. He felt it set about to lift out of the silk confounds of his packer. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his head.

He hit the push to end the telephone call, shaking his head.

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

"wellspring 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 take you to the car in the morning."

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

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

"May I make one more call to let my wife know I am behind docket and will not be place for another couplet years ?."

"Help yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's cellular telephone as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her hired man and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the cover room while Reid left a voice mail on his wife's earpiece. As he laid the telephone down, he heard the weewee running in the can. He sat on the sofa, pulling his Barker Shirley Temple Black ostrich cap toe shoes off his invertebrate foot. He took a sip of the beer, and made a make a face face. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breath and took another foresighted beverage. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the sofa. At 35, Reid was in corking Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe. He had dark brown hair and eyes to jibe. His arms and thorax were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not visit the bars of the townsfolk and metropolis he stayed, but would spend his evening in the hotel gymnasium. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a simple home, naught 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 pes stair. She was now wearing a Texas Longhorns t-shirt that barely covered her bout ass. Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the former end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. Reid spotted her small red patch of textile of her step-in that covered her mound. He took another farsighted swallow of the beer.

"birdcall your old lady ?"Mandy asked while removing the boom polish from her toes.

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

"It sure is of 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 hint where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to modify the subject. For the next few minute, Reid asked Mandy about her living. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 days 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 husband became a inebriate and scurrilous. He lost his job and took his ire out on her. He would beat her and then he would dishonor her repeatedly and then result her to go lay with his many girlfriend protagonist. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her tough life. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her father had pulled up one day in the heart of one of her husband rampage 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 frightful story, differentiate me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long suntanned legs out on the couch letting her invertebrate foot lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his animation, growing up in a minor Georgia town and going to college in Atlanta. He told her about his job and how he had worked hard and moved up to be an executive in sales and how he traveled a lot and that his travels had put a strain on his man and wife. He explained how since he was gone 40 calendar week out of the year, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his suspicions that his wife was cheating but had not substantiation and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed alike 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 head on her hand, and had a consoling smile on her facial expression.

"I will differentiate you one thing ; your old ma'am doesn't know how lucky she is to feature a caring husband."Her digit brushing the hair above his ear,"Not only a caring husband, but one that is as hot as you."

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

"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 clientele,"she answered with a cute laugh.

"You are in the picture, house ?"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 eldritch sort of way."

Mandy pulled her feet from his lap and put the on the level. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen table. She bent over turning the post 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 lodge outside of Dallas,"she continued to trip the light fantastic around seductively, pulling the hem of her tee shirt up, showing Reid her red thong. She pulled her shirt up a little more than, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button macho-man.

"It is aught fancy, but it pays the Federal Reserve note, and gave me a piddling extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her helping hand on her white meat and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living elbow room, showing Thomas Reid enough to get his cock stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her eyes were driving him brainsick. She moved between his legs and swung her hips and turned around. Her unit of ammunition ass was compensate 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. Thomas Reid had been in a few strip baseball club before, but none of the young woman he had dancing for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her t-shirt up and pulled it over her header. She continued to propel her hips, her bare back toward him. With a few Sir Thomas More swing music of her hips, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her hips against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard stopcock press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for several sec before removing her arms from her breast. Reid's oculus grew to the size of it of saucers. Her tits were amazing. Her modified titty 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 pink, her nipples the size of dimes, and protruded out from her cumulation at least an column inch. In each tit were gold halo. Her paw squeezed her bosom together ; her thumbs and fore finger pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the bulge in Reid's trousers. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the book binding of couch, and inches from his heading. His eyes were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so penny-pinching to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his hands up her thighs slowly. Her eubstance was so balmy and fluent. Her cotton wool candy scented perfume filled his nostril as she moved her face finisher to his, tossing her tomentum into his aspect, and moving her neck opening across his cheek. His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his brim. Reid opened his mouth and his tongue touched Mandy's hard nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to suck her pap into his mouth. Her rightfield paw moved to his read/write 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 girdle and up her position, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs hook into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the G-string slowly slid down her snipe ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the shank guiding them down her toned legs. Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her lip were swollen and red, the wet patch very visible in the lash sliding past the backrest of her human knee. Her workforce pulled the G-string from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her lip lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her haircloth, stared him in the center. Mandy's manus rubbed up the leg of his pant, and across his impenetrable testicle, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to turn tail from his lip. She slowly moved her finger's breadth up his zipper and took hold with her thumb and finger, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eye. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though affair were not the best between them, he had always been congregation. Something was unlike with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not turn back her. She unzipped his trouser and he felt her finger touch his cock through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the modest field. Her former hand moved up his lap and pulls on his swath, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden hook from it. Her finger's breadth expertly unbuttoned his trousers. Her hired hand left his hammer and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his bottom up off the sofa, allowing her to remove his trousers and boxers. She gently pulled his boxershorts over his erection, and it bounced back against his stomach making a loud slapping sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her digit around his lance and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's eyes roll back in his fountainhead as Mandy stroked him. His stopcock had not had attention from soul other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the right field buttons. Her diffuse hand cupped his hairy bollock as she stood his tool up. Her tongue slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated several time getting his cock nice and wet, then she rose up on her knees, placing a hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her knife cupped the underside of his hammer as she moved down, taking about four column inch down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moan grew, her pace quickened. Her hands never left his branch. Her finger gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his putz. The sounds of her lip smacking his shaft filled the short trailer as his moan grew louder and his breaths became lurch. Mandy prepared herself to receive his burden. He placed his hands against her blonde tomentum and held her. His hips lifted off the couch as his orgasm hit quickly. For the number one meter her eye left his. She closed her centre as a intemperate warm cargo of cum snapshot in her rima oris.

Mandy wiped the excess of the load from the corners of her lip, 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 eye closed as the tip of his peter felt the warm, wetness of her swell up rim. She lowered herself onto his intemperately shaft until her ass was on his second joint. She placed her limb around his head and pulled him to her breast. Thomas Reid gently suck on her bosom as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his peter. Her breathing became short as she moaned, filling so wide-cut. Her coxa began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her concentrated nipples. His hands moved to her backrest and he rubbed from her berm to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her mouth and running down his balls. Her aroma or body spray that she had applied seemed to ready him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the lustfulness he had for the sexy young woman riding his rooster.

Mandy's thrust began to become more concentrated as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her hip. Reid moved his articulatio coxae upward pushing his tool deeper into her warm, velvety paries. His script cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Reid felt Mandy's cunt tighten around is cock, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her tit. She began to buck wildly on his peter, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching spokesperson she announced she was cumming. She rode his shaft until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her backrest beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Reid placed his cock inside her ardent folds.

"Please pull out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the mind of Reid's big cock bumped her cervix. He placed his hands on her hips and began to push and draw out his prick in and out of her. He could hear her juice making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate gladiolus begin to expand. He quickly pulled his prick from her as the kickoff jet of cum hit just above her shaved twat. The next shot he aimed higher and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the batch of the golden scantling sticking out of the milky substance. As he milked the utmost fall out, he collapsed beside incline her.

Thomas Reid awoke the next morning, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his computer memory went back to the upshot of the nighttime before. He looked down. He was naked, and his clump were sore. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the toilet 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 living room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked exterior and seen Mandy sitting at a child's play table with a cup of burnt umber and a cigaret. He opened the threshold 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 kicking on her feet.

"Good morn, did you sleep well ?"she asked, flashing her million clam smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was perfectly time I hit the pillow. You gave me a good employment out,"she said, taking a standoff off the cigaret.

As she exhaled, her smile left and a look of headache came across her fount.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the ill-timed belief of me. I am a dancer, I am not a prostitute. I don't normally do what I did go night."

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

"I have no declination. I mean, I know you are married, and it was improper, but it has been a long sentence since I met a unfeigned gentleman, and swear me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a Charles Percy Snow balls chance in pit, that a man like you would see me as anything but a small-arm 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 topographic point 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 twain of shorts and was buttoning them up as she shut the door. 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 small public lecture, the ride was quiet. When they entered the edge of town, Mandy pointed out the order that she worked. They pulled into the berth that held the field office of Reid's caller. Before he opened the doorway, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and tears seem to build in her center."Anytime, city boy, any prison term,"she pushed the clasp 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 Texas for two more days and then flew back home.

Two week 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 nebuliser and sprayed a levelheaded sum all over her body. She applied additional spray on her breast and neck. She adjusted her two-piece top, to shit sure the missy were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her bottoms, not to evidence more than was allowed. She started walking toward the stagecoach curtain and where she past tense NiKole, a aphrodisiacal brunette dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my circumstances, the rent due, and I am a hundred short, near go stir my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the boldness.

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 number. Mandy never made eye touch with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the phase. As she made her world-class pole physical contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage seats, behind her was Reid .