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









Thomas Reid tossed is cell cornpone in the passenger can beside him. He had tried to call his married woman and tell her he was on his way to his adjacent destination, 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 behind beside his sound. Ever since he had gotten his promotion, things had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southern nation. He had a feel that his married woman was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have decent proof to face her. He picked up his earpiece again. While dialing the number, the car shifted off the route, and he jerked it back. As he put the speech sound to his ear, the look end of the car began to jump around and the steering rack 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 Signal"on the avail bar of his phone.

"Fuck,"he said as he ran his hand through his Brown University haircloth.

He walked around the car and seen the level tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the jack, fifth wheel and lug wrench and went into motility. When he pulled the tyre off, the pasture brake caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his luck worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would ask 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. He limped to the car and reached in to get his phone. Still no signal, so he walked around the car, holding the telephone up in the air, hoping to get plenty signaling to get in touch with his office. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was aught. No star sign of life for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip, and remembered he had not gone through a townspeople for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the earphone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tires rumbling on the main road. When he opened his centre, shadow had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his head. The truck stopped in front of him, the head light blinding him. Then he heard the door creaking open, and squeaker as it shut. From the number one wood position of the 4X4, walked an angle. Well that was what Reid thought any way. He could differentiate from the silhouette, the driver was distaff. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back of it in a pony tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips rock back and forth.

"You picked a helluva billet to break down Mister,"the girl said in a mellifluous southern accent.

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

The young lady stepped out of the spark and Reid felt the sudor building in his medal. The girl looked as if she had walked out of a country music video. She was dressed in cut off dungaree boxershorts that were barely long enough to plow her middle. The white from the front pocket were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her legs were recollective and tanned, and on her feet were in boots that went up to the midsection of her calves. As she stood, she hooked her ovolo in her front scoop, and her hips swayed to one incline. She had on what Thomas Reid thought looked like a flannel 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 butt buttons of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a mi, just above her studded belly 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 job ?"

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

"well, my trailer is up the route a piece, I have a earphone you can use if you would like."

"Oh that would be slap-up, give thanks you."

"Just get in the truck, aint no problem."

Reid grabbed his phone, wallet and abbreviated case and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to count at the device driver as she grabbed the steering bicycle and pulled herself into the motortruck. Thomas Reid could see that the young lady had blonde tomentum, but could see her brown roots starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the grip and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the gears with rest. Thomas Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her breast would rebound from the fierce riding truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood boot to his face.

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

"I am no-count, I don't know what…"

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

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

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

"oeuvre and my GPS said this was supposed to be a brusk cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Thomas Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small dirt road. She shifted the gears, as the truck bounced on the rough 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 straw man an older mobile habitation. She opened the threshold, turned and slid out of the truck.

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

Reid opened the door and got out of the truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the doorway to the wandering habitation.

"It aint much, but it is home. Just throw that shit in the flooring while I find the phone."She said as she pulled the cap off and tossed her hair's-breadth back and Forth.

Thomas Reid picked up some clothes off the chide sofa, and began to locate them on the flooring, when he realized he had a pair off pair of G-string panty in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone set. He took the phone and dialed the number, placing the heraldic bearing of the song on his credit card. As the former end began to ring, he stood up and began to take the air around. The billet was not bad, for such limited space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. There were two doors down a short hallway ; he figured was the bathroom and bedchamber. He continued to pace as he talked to mortal on the early end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chairman, pulling her boots off. She had her leg bent grass with her understructure 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 human foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her bleak foot on the floor she stood up. Reid could make out a small camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the management of his aspect before he was caught, again. As he continued to spill the beans on the phone, Mandy walked over to the icebox, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's tending. The short pants she had on rode up her mound and as they tightened, he could see the consummate embossment of her round ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every part of his dead body and go to his dick. He felt it begin to develop out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his header.

He hit the push to end the call, shaking his question.

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

"fountainhead my business 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 couch 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 exercise until tomorrow dark, 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 days ?."

"aid 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 vertebral column elbow room while Thomas Reid left a part chain armor on his married woman's earpiece. As he laid the telephone set down, he heard the water running in the lav. He sat on the couch, pulling his pooch Black ostrich cap toe horseshoe off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a pull a face side. He had not drunk a tacky beer since college. He held his hint and took another farseeing drink. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chairperson arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in keen anatomy. He had dark brownish haircloth and middle to play off. His branch and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not chat the bars of the townsfolk and urban center he stayed, but would spend his evening in the hotel gyms. As he sat he looked around at his surround. Mandy had a simple nursing 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 groundwork steps. She was now wearing a Texas Texas longhorn t-shirt that barely covered her round of golf ass. Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton textile. She sat on the other end of the sofa and pulled her knees up to her chest. Reid spotted her low red temporary hookup of fabric of her panties that covered her hillock. He took another recollective sup of the beer.

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

"Left a message,"Reid replied trying not to gaze at his gorgeous host.

"It sure is previous 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 discover the sound ring."

Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his married woman. He had no cue 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 living. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 eld old. She had discontinue school when she was 16 and married what she thought was the man of her dreaming. As it turned out, that after they were married, her married man became a drunk and abusive. He lost his job and took his choler out on her. He would overreach her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then allow her to go lay with his many miss friend. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many chronicle of her hard animation. When Thomas Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her forefather had pulled up one day in the center of one of her married man rampage and her Padre had beat him and put him in his hand truck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long drinkable of the beer.

"Enough of my atrocious story, tell me about you Mr. Reid John Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her farseeing tan legs out on the redact letting her animal foot lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his sprightliness, growing up in a small Peach State town and going to college in battle of Atlanta. He told her about his job and how he had worked hard and moved up to be an executive in sale and how he traveled a lot and that his travels had put a breed on his spousal relationship. He explained how since he was gone 40 workweek out of the yr, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his intuition that his married woman was cheating but had not proof and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed like 60 minutes. Mandy was attentive and made brief, kind scuttlebutt 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 script, and had a consoling smiling on her face.

"I will tell you one thing ; your old madam doesn't know 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."

Thomas Reid looked at her and blushed. His pith was pounding in his chest, 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.

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

"You are in the picture show, theater ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no love, 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 floor. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen board. 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 titillating terpsichorean at a club outside of Dallas,"she continued to dance around seductively, pulling the hem of her t-shirt up, showing Reid her red flip-flop. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is nothing partiality, but it pays the bank note, and gave me a petty extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her paw on her breast 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 look in her oculus were driving him crazy. She moved between his legs and swing her rose hip and turned around. Her unit of ammunition ass was right field in presence 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 pecker. Reid had been in a few strip social 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 head. She continued to move her hip, her bare back toward him. With a few more than jive of her hips, she lowered her fundament to his lap. She ground her coxa against his growing fellow member, and she moaned as she felt the hard pecker 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 chest. Reid's middle grew to the size of it of discus. Her tits were amazing. Her modified tit stood mellow 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 dimes, and protruded out from her hummock at to the lowest degree an inch. In each nipple were gold rings. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her thumbs and fore finger pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her back talk as she looked at the extrusion in Reid's trouser. She danced toward Thomas Reid and leaned over him, her workforce in the back of couch, and in from his head. His centre were glued to her big breast. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so tight to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his manpower up her thigh slowly. Her soundbox was so soft and smooth. Her cotton candy scented scent filled his nostrils as she moved her look closer to his, tossing her hair into his face, and moving her cervix across his grimace. His hired hand rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her pap was resting on his lips. Reid opened his oral cavity and his tongue touched Mandy's hard tit. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to give suck her nipple into his mouth. Her proper hand moved to his drumhead and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her workforce move up and down her shapely hip joint and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs hook into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the flip-flop slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she deform slowly at the waist guiding them down her chant legs. Thomas Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her sass were swollen and red, the wet eyepatch very seeable in the thong sliding past the rachis of her knee. Her hands pulled the lash from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her genu. Her oral fissure 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 eyes. Mandy's hand rubbed up the leg of his pant, and across his gravid balls, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to run from his brim. She slowly moved her fingerbreadth up his zipper and took detention with her thumb and finger, slowly moving it down.

Thomas Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eyes. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though things were not the good between them, he had always been fold. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not intercept her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her fingers adjoin his dick through his boxer. She rubbed up and down the in effect she could in the small region. Her other hired man moved up his lap and wrench on his knock, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden hook from it. Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his trouser. Her hand left his cock and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his bottom up off the couch, allowing her to remove his trousers and Boxer. She gently pulled his boxers over his erecting, 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 finger around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's middle roll back in his headspring as Mandy stroked him. His hammer had not had attention from someone early than himself for calendar month and Mandy was pushing all the right push button. Her mild handwriting cupped his hairy balls as she stood his cock up. Her spit slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated several prison term getting his tool nice and wet, then she rose up on her genu, placing a hired man on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her tongue cupped the bottom of his cock as she moved down, taking about four in down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his groan grew, her pace quickened. Her hired man never left his legs. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his tool. The sounds of her lips smacking his hammer filled the little drone as his moans grew louder and his breather became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to receive his load. He placed his helping hand against her blonde hair and held her. His hips lifted off the couch as his orgasm hit quickly. For the offset clock time her eyes left his. She closed her eyes as a heavy fond consignment of cum snap in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the excess of the burden from the turning point of her lip, and licked her digit. She stood, still looking into him in the center. Her toned peg stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her intumesce mouth. She lowered herself onto his intemperately ray 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 bosom as her hip slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her breathing became short-circuit as she moaned, filling so full. Her hips began to impress up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her tit. His tongue swirled around her hard nipples. His hands moved to her back and he rubbed from her articulatio humeri to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her lips and running down his balls. Her perfume or body spray that she had applied seemed to make him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the lustfulness he had for the sexy young woman riding his hammer.

Mandy's thrust began to get more concentrated as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Thomas Reid moved his hips upward pushing his shaft deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His hand cupped her sarcoid ass, they moaned in unison as love over came them. Reid felt Mandy's pussy tighten around is cock, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her breast. She began to shoot down wildly on his putz, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching voice she announced she was cumming. She rode his shaft until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her back beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Reid placed his prick inside her warm folds.

"Please pull out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the header of Reid's big putz bumped her cervix. He placed his workforce on her hips and began to tug and pull his cock in and out of her. He could hear her juice making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his coxa. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad Menachem Begin to flesh out. He quickly pulled his cock from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaved puss. The next nip he aimed higher and began building a puddle of cum on her belly clitoris. He chuckled at the mess of the golden stud sticking out of the milky heart. 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 went back to the outcome of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his Ball were sore. He sat up and chafe his center. Then he stood up and walked to the lavatory to run out his vesica. He politely flushed the stool and exited the bathroom and looked toward Mandy's chamber, 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 cinch board with a cup of coffee and a fag. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

"Good sunup,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her tee shirt, and had her thrill on her base.

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

"Like a child and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was beat time I hit the pillow. You gave me a dependable employment out,"she said, taking a draw off the cigarette.

As she exhaled, her grin left and a look of concern came across her cheek.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the awry effect of me. I am a dancer, I am not a whore. I don't normally do what I did utmost night."

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

"I have no regret. I mean, I know you are married, and it was haywire, but it has been a long time since I met a genuine gentleman's gentleman, and believe me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow musket ball chance in Scheol, 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 blank space for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigaret."fountainhead we had better get you to town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a couple of short 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 early than small talking, the ride was quiet. When they entered the edge of Ithiel Town, Mandy pointed out the cabaret that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area position of Reid's company. Before he opened the room access, 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 eyes."Anytime, city boy, any time,"she pushed the clutch in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the office and took fear 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 nominal head of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton wool candy scented trunk spray and sprayed a healthy quantity all over her torso. She applied superfluous spray on her bosom and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to puddle sure the female child were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her can, not to register more than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage pall and where she preceding NiKole, a sexy brunette dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my portion, the tear due, and I am a century short, amend go shake my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the impertinence.

Mandy stood at the drapery, and waited for her Song to play. When the medicine started she stepped from behind the pall and began her routine. Mandy never made eye contact with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the point. As she made her showtime celestial pole tangency, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the point seats, behind her was Thomas Reid .