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









Reid tossed is cadre pone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to call his married woman and tell her he was on his way to his next terminus, but as common, she did not suffice. His wedding was on the rocks, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the seat beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his promotion, thing had headed south. The new job had him on the route a lot, his territory stretching across the southern nation. He had a feeling that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough validation to face up her. He picked up his earphone 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 presence end of the car began to climb up around and the steering bicycle jerked back and forth. He slowly pulled over to the slope of the road. The outcry had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No signaling"on the serve bar of his phone.

"Fuck,"he said as he ran his hand through his brown whisker.

He walked around the car and seen the categoric tire. He opened the bole and pulled out the jack, spare and lug wrench and went into apparent motion. When he pulled the tire off, the brake calliper fell off. When he picked it up, his luck worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would need 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 painful sensation. He limped to the car and reached in to get his headphone. Still no signal, so he walked around the car, holding the phone up in the air, hoping to get enough sign to get in touch with his part. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was nix. No preindication of life-time for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip-up, 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 auditory sensation of tyre rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eyes, shadow had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his weapon system above his head. The motortruck stopped in front of him, the top dog ignitor blinding him. Then he heard the doorway creak open, and squeaker 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 driver was female. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her pilus flowing out the vertebral column of it in a pony tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to break down mister,"the girl said in a dessert southern accent.

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

The girl stepped out of the light and Reid felt the sweat building in his palm tree. The little girl looked as if she had walked out of a res publica medicine picture. She was dressed in cut off denim shorts that were barely long enough to deal her midsection. The white from the front pockets were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her legs were long and tanned, and on her foot were in charge that went up to the eye of her calves. As she stood, she hooked her ovolo in her presence pockets, and her articulatio coxae swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the front end push button were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom buttons of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a knot, just above her studded belly button. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her heart 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 ?"

Thomas 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 area to get him another car, or recompense the one he had.

"Well, my trailer is up the road a piece, I have a phone you can use if you would like."

"Oh that would be keen, give thanks you."

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

Reid grabbed his earphone, billfold and brief guinea pig and walked to the truck. He opened the threshold and climbed in. He turned to look at the driver as she grabbed the steering roulette wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the little girl had blonde hair, but could see her Brown roots starting to prove. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clasp and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the power train with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her boob would bound from the jolting cod motortruck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her cheek. She was smiling at him as he felt the stock surge to his face.

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

"I am good-for-nothing, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but nigh masses 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 Nice, but I should not induce been staring."

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

"employment 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 pocket-sized dirt route. She shifted the gears, as the hand truck bounced on the rough road. He just held on to the door handle and enjoyed the drive.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a dead parkway and parked in front an older nomadic home. 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 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 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's-breadth back and Forth.

Reid picked up some dress off the get at sofa, and began to place them on the floor, when he realized he had a couple pair of thong pantie 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 claim on his mention calling card. As the other end began to doughnut, he stood up and began to take the air around. The position was not bad, for such limited quad, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living way all in one. There were two threshold down a suddenly hall ; he figured was the privy and bedroom. He continued to pace as he talked to someone on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chair, pulling her boots off. She had her leg bent with her infantry in her hired hand as she tugged. Reid could not aid his centre from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one bang off, she pulled the other human foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her denude human foot on the level she stood up. Reid could make out a small camel toe between her peg. He quickly changed the direction of his sentiment before he was caught, again. As he continued to talk on the phone, Mandy walked over to the icebox, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Thomas Reid's attending. The short circuit she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the perfect tense impression of her stave ass. He felt weak as the stock rushed from every share of his torso and go to his prick. He felt it begin to get up out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his mind.

He hit the button to end the phone call, shaking his pass.

"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 stick here if you like, the redact lets out into a bed, and I can pack you to the car in the morning."

"It will not be an troublesomeness 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 schedule and will not be family for another distich days ?."

"Help yourself."

Thomas Reid dialed his wife's jail cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her manus and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the hinder room while Thomas Reid left a spokesperson ring mail on his wife's earpiece. As he laid the phone down, he heard the piss running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, pulling his pooch Black ostrich cap toe shoes off his substructure. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing face. He had not drunk a punk beer since college. He held his breath and took another farseeing drink. 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 not bad flesh. He had dark brown whisker and centre to match. His weapon and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not chit-chat the bars of the Town and cities he stayed, but would spend his eventide in the hotel gym. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a bare home, nothing like what he was accustomed to staying in, but he was grateful the he would not be sleeping in his car.

Mandy came back to where Reid was sitting. He looked up as he heard her ft steps. She was now wearing a Texas Longhorns t-shirt that barely covered her one shot ass. Reid noticed that her teat were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the other end of the sofa and pulled her knees up to her breast. Reid spotted her pocket-sized red patch of textile of her panties that covered her mound. He took another tenacious swallow of the beer.

"telephone call your old peeress ?"Mandy asked while removing the nail down polish from her toes.

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

"It sure as shooting is belatedly back east, what you reckon she is doing out this previous at Nox ?"

"I don't know, she may be sleeping and not able to try the telephone 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 content. For the next few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 year old. She had quit 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 drunk and abusive. He lost his job and took his wrath out on her. He would drum her and then he would dishonour her repeatedly and then leave her to go lay with his many missy booster. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many report of her hard lifetime. 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 rampages and her don had beat him and put him in his motortruck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long deglutition of the beer.

"Enough of my frightful history, tell me about you Mr. Thomas Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long suntanned stage out on the couch letting her feet lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his life, growing up in a small-scale Georgia 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 sales and how he traveled a lot and that his locomotion had put a strain on his matrimony. He explained how since he was gone 40 hebdomad out of the yr, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his distrust that his wife was cheating but had not proofread and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed like hours. Mandy was paying attention and made brief, kind comment as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her feet still in his lap. She propped her headway on her handwriting, and had a consoling smile on her typeface.

"I will tell you one thing ; your old noblewoman doesn't lie with how lucky she is to own a lovingness 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 sum was pounding in his chest, his palm tree were sweating and butterfly were swarming in his tummy.

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

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

"You are in the movies, dramaturgy ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no honey, although I have been in a video or two, and you could say I am an actress, in a eldritch variety of way."

Mandy pulled her ft from his lap and put the on the level. She stood and walked over to the radio receiver that was sitting on the kitchen table. She bent over turning the place until she found a birdsong that she liked. She began to slowly swing her hips as she turned around.

"I am an titillating dancer at a night 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 intone abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is nothing fantasy, but it pays the bills, and gave me a little redundant money to buy the girls."She added while putting her workforce 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 eyes were driving him crazy. She moved between his wooden leg and swung her hips and turned around. Her turn 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 cock. Reid had been in a few strip cabaret before, but none of the little girl 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 foreland. She continued to move her hip joint, her bare back toward him. With a few more swings of her pelvis, she lowered her tail to his lap. She ground her hips against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard cock press against her ass.

She crossed her blazon over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for various seconds before removing her arms from her white meat. Reid's eyes grew to the sizing of saucers. Her titmouse were amazing. Her modified breast stood high on her chest of drawers, and were at to the lowest degree 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a disconsolate pinko, her nipples the size of dime bag, and protruded out from her mounds at to the lowest degree an column inch. In each nipple were amber anchor ring. Her custody squeezed her breast together ; her thumbs and bow fingerbreadth pinched her mamilla, 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 manpower in the back of couch, and in from his head. His eyes were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her mammilla toward ever so close-fitting to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Thomas Reid moved his hired hand up her thighs slowly. Her body was so balmy and smoothen. Her cotton confect scented perfume filled his nostrils as she moved her grimace closer to his, tossing her haircloth into his face, and moving her neck across his boldness. His workforce rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her tit was resting on his backtalk. Reid opened his backtalk and his spit touched Mandy's strong nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her mighty hand moved to his top dog 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 coxa and up her position, then back down. On the way down, her hitch hook into her G-string as she turned around. She twisted her articulatio coxae as the thong slowly slid down her circle ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the waistline guiding them down her chant leg. Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her pitcher. Her rim were swollen and red, the wet darn very visible in the thong sliding past the back of her human knee. Her hands pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her knee. Her sassing lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her rim closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the middle. Mandy's hand rubbed up the leg of his trouser, and across his sound nut, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to escape from his sassing. She slowly moved her finger up his zip fastener and took clench with her thumb and finger, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eyes. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though things were not the unspoiled between them, he had always been fold. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not stop her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her finger touch his dick through his boxershorts. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the small expanse. Her former hand moved up his lap and pulls on his swath, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden sweetener from it. Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his trouser. Her hired hand left his cock and moved to his pelvic arch. She tugged as he lifted his rear end up off the lounge, allowing her to murder his trousers and boxers. She gently pulled his Boxer over his erection, and it bounced back against his tummy making a cheap slapping sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Thomas Reid's eight column inch putz was freed. She wrapped her digit around his shot and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's centre roll back in his caput as Mandy stroked him. His turncock had not had care from somebody other than himself for month and Mandy was pushing all the right buttons. Her soft bridge player cupped his hairy clod as she stood his cock up. Her tongue slid up his scape, then back down. She repeated several time getting his stopcock nice and wet, then she rose up on her knee joint, placing a script on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her spit cupped the underside 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 moans grew, her pace quickened. Her hired man never left his legs. Her finger gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sound of her lips smacking his cock filled the petty trailer as his moans grew louder and his breathing place became lurch. Mandy prepared herself to receive his load. He placed his hands against her blonde hair and held her. His rose hip lifted off the couch as his sexual climax hit quickly. For the beginning time her center left his. She closed her eyes as a heavy warm freight of cum shot in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the inordinateness of the encumbrance from the corners of her mouth, and licked her fingerbreadth. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her modulate pegleg stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Thomas Reid's middle closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen mouth. She lowered herself onto his hard shaft until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her arms around his fountainhead and pulled him to her breast. Reid gently suck on her bosom as her hip joint slowly twisted, grinding on his putz. Her breathing became shortsighted as she moaned, filling so full. Her coxa began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her boob. His tongue swirled around her intemperately nipples. His hands moved to her back and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her lips and running down his balls. Her perfume or body nebulizer that she had applied seemed to wee-wee him drunk, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy unseasoned woman riding his pecker.

Mandy's thrust began to become more pore as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Reid moved his hips upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His custody cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Reid felt Mandy's pussy tighten around is dick, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her tit. She began to buck wildly on his prick, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching vox she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his shaft and laid on her bet on beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Reid placed his cock inside her warm folds.

"Please rend out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the caput of Reid's big rooster bumped her cervix. He placed his paw on her hip joint and began to push and pull up his shaft in and out of her. He could hear her juices making squishing sounds 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 cock from her as the low gear jet of cum hit just above her shave slit. The side by side stab he aimed higher and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the visual sense of the lucky stud sticking out of the milky means. As he milked the last drop out, he collapsed beside English her.

Thomas Reid awoke the next morning time, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his memory board went back to the outcome of the Nox before. He looked down. He was naked, and his clod were sore. He sat up and rubbed his middle. Then he stood up and walked to the bath to enfeeble his bladder. He politely flushed the stool 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 outside and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic tabular array with a cup of coffee bean and a cigarette. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

"goodness morning,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her jersey, and had her kicking on her feet.

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

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was short time I hit the pillow. You gave me a safe employment out,"she said, taking a draw off the cigaret.

As she exhaled, her grinning left and a smell of worry came across her fount.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the legal injury impression of me. I am a 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 sorrow. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a longsighted prison term since I met a echt gentleman, and believe me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow balls opportunity in hell, that a man like you would see me as anything but a objet d'art of ass, and that's ok, because that is what I am. I hope that everything works out with you wife, but if it doesn't, there is always a place for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."wellspring we had better get you to town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a pair of short pants and was buttoning them up as she shut the doorway. 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 small talk, the ride was tranquillize. When they entered the edge of Ithiel Town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the berth that held the area agency of Reid's company. 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 build in her middle."Anytime, city boy, any time,"she pushed the grip in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the billet and took care of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more days and then flew back home.

Two calendar week later….


Mandy sat in front of the mirror and applied her shuffle up. She stood up and took a can of cotton candy scented body atomizer and sprayed a hefty sum of money all over her organic structure. She applied extra sprayer on her breast and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to pretend sure the girls were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the cosmic string of her tail end, not to show more than was allowed. She started walking toward the level curtain and where she past NiKole, a sexy brunette dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the rip due, and I am a century short-circuit, best go throw off my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her song to bring. When the music started she stepped from behind the mantle and began her subprogram. Mandy never made eye contact with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the stage. As she made her get-go celestial pole link, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the degree seats, behind her was Reid .