The up-to-the-minute fantasy from my imaginativeness ... hope you enjoy.









Reid tossed is cell pone in the passenger buns beside him. He had tried to hollo his wife and severalize her he was on his way to his next goal, but as usual, she did not answer. His marriage was on the rocks, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the prat beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his furtherance, affair had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southern state. He had a flavor 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 phone again. While dialing the number, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the telephone to his ear, the strawman end of the car began to jump around and the steering bicycle 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 signaling"on the service bar of his phone.

"piece of tail,"he said as he ran his helping hand through his brown hair.

He walked around the car and seen the flat tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the seafarer, fifth wheel and lug wrench and went into apparent movement. When he pulled the tire off, the brake caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his lot worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would demand to be replaced if he was going to drive the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought bout to his eye from the pain in the neck. He limped to the car and reached in to get his earphone. Still no signal, so he walked around the car, holding the phone up in the air, hoping to get adequate signaling to get in touch with his office. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was zero. No signal of life for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his head trip, and remembered he had not gone through a township for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the phone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the auditory sensation of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eyes, wickedness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his coat of arms above his head. The hand truck stopped in front of him, the head luminosity blinding him. Then he heard the door creak open, and close shave as it shut. From the device driver face 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 tomentum flowing out the back of it in a crib tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips rock back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to wear out down Mr,"the young lady said in a confection southern accent.

"Yes, ma'am, I would give to agree with you on that. There is no cell service and you are the first-class honours degree somebody that has come by in hours."

The girl stepped out of the light and Reid felt the sweating edifice in his ribbon. The girl looked as if she had walked out of a rural area music TV. She was dressed in cut off jean drawers that were barely long enough to brood her middle. The clean from the front air pocket were peeking under the leg of the short circuit. Her legs were long and tanned, and on her feet were in rush that went up to the midsection of her calfskin. As she stood, she hooked her thumb in her front pockets, and her rosehip swayed to one slope. She had on what Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the front end buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her freehanded bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom buttons of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a international nautical mile, just above her studded belly button. Thomas Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her center 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 calliper and if he could get in touch with his office, he could get them to meet some one in the area to get him another car, or repair the one he had.

"fountainhead, my trailer is up the route a small-arm, I have a telephone 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, billfold and brief pillow slip and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to expect at the driver as she grabbed the direction bike and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the girl had blonde hair, but could see her chocolate-brown roots starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the grasp and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the gears with repose. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her white meat would bounce from the pugnacious rag truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the stemma rush to his face.

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

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

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

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

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

"body of work and my GPS said this was supposed to be a dead cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

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

After a few instant, Mandy pulled into a short drive and parked in front an elder mobile home base. She opened the room access, turned and slid out of the hand truck.

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

Reid opened the door and got out of the truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the room access to the Mobile River home.

"It aint much, but it is home. Just throw that shit in the level 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 set them on the floor, when he realized he had a couple couplet of thong scanty in his mitt. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephony. He took the phone and dialed the number, placing the charge of the margin call on his credit scorecard. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The post was not bad, for such limited space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining way and livelihood room all in one. There were two doors down a brusque hallway ; he figured was the can and bedroom. He continued to step as he talked to somebody on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chairwoman, pulling her kicking off. She had her leg set with her foot in her bridge player as she tugged. Reid could not help oneself his eyes from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one flush off, she pulled the other invertebrate foot up and repeated the gesture. When she put her bare foot on the floor she stood up. Thomas Reid could pee-pee 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 utter on the phone, Mandy walked over to the icebox, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's attention. The shorts she had on rode up her pitcher's mound and as they tightened, he could see the perfect imprint of her round of drinks ass. He felt watery as the blood rushed from every persona of his dead body and go to his putz. He felt it set out to move up out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Thomas Reid. He nodded his head.

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

"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 appease here if you like, the lounge lets out into a bed, and I can film you to the car in the morning."

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

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

"May I make one more than claim to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be abode for another couple Day ?."

"assistant yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her hand and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the back room while Reid left a voice mail on his wife's phone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the water system running in the lavatory. He sat on the couch, pulling his barker Shirley Temple Black Struthio camelus cap toe shoes off his feet. 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 breathing space and took another foresighted beverage. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Thomas Reid was in cracking anatomy. He had obscure embrown hair and eyes to match. His limb and breast were chiseled. With all his travel, and being married, he did not visit the bars of the Town and cities he stayed, but would spend his eve in the hotel gyms. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a bare home, cypher 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 up footmark. She was now wearing a TX Texas longhorn t-shirt that barely covered her round ass. Reid noticed that her mamilla were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton textile. She sat on the early end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. Thomas Reid spotted her small red while of cloth of her panties that covered her knoll. He took another recollective swallow of the beer.

"Call your old dame ?"Mandy asked while removing the pass with flying colors polish from her toes.

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

"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-bodied to listen 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 field. For the next few bit, Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 years old. She had quit school day when she was 16 and married what she thought was the man of her aspiration. 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 girl friends. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her hard life sentence. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her father had pulled up one day in the middle of one of her husbands violent disorder and her founding father had beat him and put him in his truck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long drink of the beer.

"sufficiency of my horrible taradiddle, tell me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her longsighted tanned stage out on the couch letting her feet lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his life, growing up in a little GA 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 travel had put a strain on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 weeks out of the year, his wife 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 the likes of minute. Mandy was paying attention and made legal 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 bridge player, and had a consoling smile on her face.

"I will secernate you one thing ; your old lady doesn't know how lucky she is to have a caring husband."Her fingerbreadth brushing the hairsbreadth 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 thorax, his palms were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his venter.

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

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

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

Mandy pulled her feet from his lap and put the on the trading floor. She stood and walked over to the wireless that was sitting on the kitchen table. She bent over turning the place until she found a birdcall that she liked. She began to slowly swing her rosehip as she turned around.

"I am an titillating social dancer at a nine outside of Dallas,"she continued to dance around seductively, pulling the hem of her tee shirt up, showing Reid her red thong. She pulled her shirt up a little More, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button scantling.

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

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living room, showing Reid enough to get his cock stirring. She moved closer to him, the flavour in her eyes were driving him demented. She moved between his branch and get around her hip 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 shaft. Thomas Reid had been in a few strip night club before, but none of the girls he had dance for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her tee shirt up and pulled it over her read/write head. She continued to run her coxa, her bare back toward him. With a few more swings of her hips, she lowered her hind end to his lap. She ground her coxa against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard tool 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 breast. Reid's eyes grew to the size of saucer. Her bosom were amazing. Her modified breast stood high on her chest of drawers, 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 mound at least an in. In each nipple were amber gang. Her custody squeezed her breast together ; her quarter round and bow digit pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her rim as she looked at the protuberance in Thomas Reid's trousers. She danced toward Thomas Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the back of couch, and in from his head. His eye were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so close to hip brim, but teasingly pulling them away. Thomas Reid moved his paw up her thighs slowly. Her body was so soft and legato. Her cotton candy scented essence filled his nostrils as she moved her font closer to his, tossing her hairsbreadth into his face, and moving her neck across his facial expression. His script rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his rim. Reid opened his mouth and his tongue touched Mandy's hard nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to suck up her nipple into his mouth. Her right handwriting moved to his point and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive saltation. Her hands move up and down her shapely pelvis and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs claw into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her rosehip as the thong slowly slid down her attack ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the shank guiding them down her toned pegleg. Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet patch very seeable in the thong sliding past the binding of her knees. Her bridge player pulled the lash from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her knee joint. Her backtalk lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her sass closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her middle, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's paw rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his heavy musket ball, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to escape from his lips. She slowly moved her finger up his zipper and took handle 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 matter were not the dear between them, he had always been close. Something was dissimilar with Mandy, he was in an erotic enchantment and he could not stop her. She unzipped his trouser and he felt her finger's breadth extend to his hammer through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the proficient she could in the low country. Her other hand moved up his lap and pulls on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the aureate claw from it. Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his trouser. Her hand left his cock and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his tail end 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 loud slapping phone.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight inch putz was freed. She wrapped her digit around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's eyes roll back in his headway as Mandy stroked him. His cock had not had attending from person other than himself for calendar month and Mandy was pushing all the justly clit. Her voiced hand cupped his hairy bollock as she stood his pecker up. Her spit slid up his spear, then back down. She repeated several time getting his cock nice and wet, then she rose up on her knee joint, placing a hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her clapper cupped the underside of his cock as she moved down, taking about four inches down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moans grew, her pace quickened. Her manpower never left his legs. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sounds of her brim smacking his cock filled the little lagger as his moans grew louder and his breaths became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to obtain his load. He placed his hands against her blonde whisker and held her. His articulatio coxae lifted off the couch as his coming hit quickly. For the outset time her optic left his. She closed her eyes as a sullen affectionate cargo of cum shooter in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the surfeit 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. Thomas Reid's centre closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen lips. She lowered herself onto his hard dig until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her arms around his head and pulled him to her breast. Reid gently suck on her breast as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her respiration became short as she moaned, filling so wax. Her hips began to proceed up and down on his rigourousness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her hard nipples. His hands moved to her rear and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her lips and running down his balls. Her fragrance or body spray that she had applied seemed to make him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the lustfulness he had for the sexy Loretta Young adult female riding his shaft.

Mandy's thrust began to become more decoct as her coming neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Reid moved his pelvic arch upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His hands cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Reid felt Mandy's twat tighten around is cock, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her bosom. She began to tear wildly on his cock, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching representative she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his stopcock and laid on her book binding beside him. She pulled him by the hired hand and Reid placed his cock inside her warm folds.

"Please root for 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 hips and began to push and get out his turncock in and out of her. He could listen her juices making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate gladiola Begin to expand. He quickly pulled his peter from her as the initiative jet of cum hit just above her knock off twat. The succeeding barb he aimed higher and began building a pool of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the sight of the golden stud sticking out of the milky gist. As he milked the stopping point drop out, he collapsed beside position her.

Reid awoke the next dawn, and rubbed his oculus and looked around, confused at his environment. Then his memory went back to the upshot of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and rubbed his eye. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to debilitate 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 out-of-door and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic table with a cup of umber and a cigarette. He opened the threshold and went out to where she was.

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

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

"Like a child and you ?"

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

As she exhaled, her smile left and a aspect of concern came across her facial expression.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the damage notion of me. I am a professional dancer, I am not a whore. I don't normally do what I did last night."

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

"I have no ruefulness. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a long time since I met a genuine valet, and swear me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow clod chance in Hades, that a man like you would see me as anything but a firearm 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."wellspring we had better get you to town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a pair of shorts and was buttoning them up as she shut the threshold. 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 talking, the drive was tranquil. When they entered the border of town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area office of Thomas Reid's company. 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 weeping seem to make in her eyes."Anytime, city boy, any prison term,"she pushed the grasp 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 twenty-four hours 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 plant confect scented organic structure nebulizer and sprayed a healthy amount of money all over her body. She applied spare spray on her breast and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to pee for sure the lady friend were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the twine of her bottomland, not to show more than was allowed. She started walking toward the level drape and where she past NiKole, a sexy brunette dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the rents due, and I am a one hundred unforesightful, dependable go agitate my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the impudence.

Mandy stood at the mantle, and waited for her song to take on. When the music started she stepped from behind the curtain and began her bit. Mandy never made eye tangency with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the stage. As she made her first rod contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the degree seats, behind her was Reid .