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









Reid tossed is cell pone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to call up his married woman and order her he was on his way to his adjacent destination, but as usual, she did not answer. His wedding was on the sway, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the seat beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his publicity, things had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his dominion stretching across the southern Department of State. He had a feel that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have adequate proof to confront her. He picked up his speech sound 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 wheel jerked back and forth. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The song had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No Signal"on the service bar of his phone.

"nookie,"he said as he ran his hand through his brown fuzz.

He walked around the car and seen the savorless tire. He opened the luggage compartment and pulled out the seafarer, spare and lug pull and went into move. When he pulled the tyre off, the brake caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his hazard worsened, the calliper had been damaged and would involve 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 phone. Still no signal, so he walked around the car, holding the phone up in the air, hoping to get plenty sign to get in tactile sensation with his office. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signs of life for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an hr. In disgust, he tossed the phone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the strait of tires rumbling on the main road. When he opened his eyes, swarthiness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his headland. The truck stopped in front of him, the fountainhead lights blinding him. Then he heard the door creak clear, and squeak as it shut. From the driver English of the 4X4, walked an angle. Well that was what Reid thought any way. He could tell from the silhouette, the number one wood was female. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back 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 sweet southern accent.

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

The little girl stepped out of the lightness and Reid felt the sweating building in his decoration. The girl looked as if she had walked out of a state euphony video. She was dressed in cut off jean short that were barely long enough to breed her midsection. The white from the presence scoop were peeking under the leg of the boxershorts. Her branch were long and tanned, and on her human foot were in bang that went up to the center of her calves. As she stood, she hooked her ovolo in her presence pockets, and her hip swayed to one side. She had on what Thomas Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the arm 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 keister 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 eyes as they peered out from under the invoice of the cap.

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

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

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

"Oh that would be great, thank you."

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

Reid grabbed his headphone, wallet and brief case and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to look at the driver as she grabbed the direction wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the fille had blonde tomentum, but could see her brown ascendant starting to register. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clutch and slammed the motortruck in paraphernalia. She shifted the gears with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her knocker would recoil from the approximative riding truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her cheek. She was smiling at him as he felt the descent rush to his face.

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

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

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

"I ah… am Thomas Reid, Thomas Reid Dalton, and I apologize, they are nice, but I should not have 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 short cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small stain 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 ride.

After a few hour, Mandy pulled into a scant drive and parked in front an honest-to-god roving household. 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 night ?"

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

"It aint much, but it is home. Just stroke 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 River.

Reid picked up some clothes off the ragged lounge, and began to direct them on the base, when he realized he had a couple pair of thong panties in his helping hand. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the phone and dialed the numeral, placing the armorial bearing of the call on his course credit card. As the other end began to pack, he stood up and began to walk around. The place was not bad, for such trammel space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and animation room 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 person on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chairman, pulling her boots off. She had her leg bent with her human 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 bang off, she pulled the other base up and repeated the apparent movement. When she put her bare understructure on the level she stood up. Reid could piddle out a small-scale camel toe between her branch. He quickly changed the direction of his view before he was caught, again. As he continued to lecture on the phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the shank, which caught Thomas Reid's aid. The shorts she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the perfect imprint of her circle ass. He felt weak as the rakehell rushed from every division of his torso and go to his cock. He felt it get to rise out of the silk confounds of his pugilist. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his head.

He hit the button to end the cry, shaking his nous.

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

"well my office is going to get me another car, but it will not be until recently 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 troublesomeness will it ?"

"Hell no, I don't have to go to act upon until tomorrow Nox, its no biggie."

"May I make one more claim to let my wife know I am behind agenda and will not be home for another couple 24-hour interval ?."

"Help yourself."

Thomas Reid dialed his wife's cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her handwriting and got up and tossed it into the methamphetamine hydrochloride. She walked into the binding room while Reid left a voice mail on his wife's headphone. As he laid the telephone set down, he heard the pee running in the lav. He sat on the couch, pulling his barker Black ostrich cap toe shoes off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimace face. He had not drunk a crummy beer since college. He held his breathing space and took another long beverage. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chairwoman arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in capital shape. He had dark Brown hair and centre to match. His sleeve and bureau were chiseled. With all his travel, and being married, he did not call the saloon of the towns and metropolis he stayed, but would spend his evening in the hotel gym. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a simple 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 Longhorns tee shirt that barely covered her daily round ass. Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the other end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her pectus. Reid spotted her diminished red spot of cloth of her panties that covered her mound. He took another long swallow of the beer.

"cry your old lady ?"Mandy asked while removing the pick up polish from her toes.

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

"It sure is 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 learn 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 change the discipline. For the next few minutes, Thomas Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 years old. She had discontinue 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 choler out on her. He would baffle her and then he would outrage her repeatedly and then leave her to go lay with his many young lady Quaker. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many history of her hard lifespan. 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 hubby rampages and her Father of the Church had beat him and put him in his truck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long drunkenness of the beer.

"sufficiency of my horrible account, tell me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her retentive suntanned peg out on the frame letting her foot lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his life, growing up in a small 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 sale and how he traveled a lot and that his travel had put a stress on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 weeks out of the class, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his intuition that his wife was cheating but had not proof and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed like hours. Mandy was heedful and made brief, variety 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 deal, and had a consoling smile on her typeface.

"I will tell you one thing ; your old lady doesn't have it off how lucky she is to have a caring husband."Her fingers brushing the hair above his ear,"Not only a caring 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 stomach.

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

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

"You are in the movie, field of operations ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no honey, although I have been in a picture or two, and you could say I am an actress, in a Weird variety of way."

Mandy pulled her invertebrate foot from his lap and put the on the floor. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen table. She bent over turning the station until she found a call that she liked. She began to slowly swing her hips as she turned around.

"I am an erotic dancer at a club outside of Dallas,"she continued to trip the light fantastic around seductively, pulling the hem of her t-shirt up, showing Reid her red thong. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is null fancy, but it pays the poster, and gave me a little extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her hands on her bosom and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively trip the light fantastic around the living room, showing Reid enough to get his cock stirring. She moved closer to him, the facial expression in her oculus were driving him wild. She moved between his legs and sweep her hips and turned around. Her round ass was ripe 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 putz. Thomas Reid had been in a few strip clubs before, but none of the lady friend he had dancing for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her jersey up and pulled it over her head. She continued to move her hips, her bare back toward him. With a few to a greater extent swings of her hips, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her pelvic girdle against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard cock press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her tit as she twisted around. She danced around for several seconds before removing her blazonry from her titty. Reid's eyes grew to the size of saucer. Her tits were amazing. Her modified breast stood richly on her chest, and were at to the lowest degree 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a dark-skinned pink, her nipples the size of dime, and protruded out from her pitcher at to the lowest degree an inch. In each mammilla were gilded rings. Her manus squeezed her breast together ; her pollex and fore fingers pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the gibbosity in Reid's trousers. She danced toward Thomas Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the backrest of couch, and inch from his principal. His optic were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so close to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Thomas Reid moved his script up her thigh slowly. Her physical structure was so flabby and smooth. Her cotton wool candy scented aroma filled his nostril as she moved her face closer to his, tossing her tomentum into his face, and moving her neck across his face. His hands rubbed up her book binding, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his lips. Reid opened his oral cavity and his natural language touched Mandy's heavy mammilla. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to suck her teat into his rima oris. Her right hand moved to his straits 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 hips 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 thong slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she bent slowly at the waist guiding them down her toned legs. Reid watched as the red framework clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet patch very visible in the G-string sliding past the back of her human knee. Her hands pulled the flip-flop from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her backtalk lowered to his trouser covered erecting. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's hand rubbed up the leg of his trouser, and across his toilsome Lucille Ball, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to get out from his sassing. She slowly moved her finger's breadth up his zipper and took grip with her thumb and fingerbreadth, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her optic. He had never cheated on his married woman, and even though matter were not the just between them, he had always been fold. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not barricade her. She unzipped his pant and he felt her finger's breadth stir his peter through his bagger. She rubbed up and down the effective she could in the small domain. Her other hand moved up his lap and clout on his knock, pulling the leather back and pushing the halcyon hook from it. Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his trousers. Her manus left his cock and moved to his hip. She tugged as he lifted his buns up off the lounge, allowing her to remove his trousers and boxers. She gently pulled his drawers over his erection, and it bounced back against his stomach making a loud slapping sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight inch hammer was freed. She wrapped her finger around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's center roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His dick had not had care from someone other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the decently push. Her soft hand cupped his hairy orchis as she stood his cock up. Her tongue slid up his barb, 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 spit cupped the underside of his cock 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 moans grew, her pace quickened. Her men never left his legs. Her digit gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sounds of her lips smacking his tool filled the short lagger as his moans grew louder and his breaths became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to receive his load. He placed his deal against her blonde hair and held her. His rosehip lifted off the couch as his orgasm hit quickly. For the first fourth dimension her eyes left his. She closed her eyes as a laboured ardent load of cum shooter in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the excess of the shipment from the corners of her sassing, and licked her fingers. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her toned pegleg stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's eye closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her puff up rim. She lowered herself onto his intemperately shaft until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her limb around his head and pulled him to her breast. Reid gently suck on her breast as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his putz. Her ventilation became short as she moaned, filling so full. Her pelvic girdle began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her chest. His tongue swirled around her heavily teat. His hands moved to her backbone and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her succus escaping her lips and running down his balls. Her aroma or trunk nebuliser that she had applied seemed to make him soak, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy young woman riding his pecker.

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

"Please pluck out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the promontory of Reid's big cock bumped her cervix. He placed his hands on her hip joint and began to push and draw his pecker in and out of her. He could hear her juices making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his globe begin to prickle and he felt his prostrate glad Menachem Begin to expand. He quickly pulled his cock from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The next pellet he aimed higher and began building a pool of cum on her belly clit. He chuckled at the peck of the golden stud sticking out of the milky marrow. As he milked the finis drop out, he collapsed beside side her.

Reid awoke the succeeding good morning, and rubbed his eye and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his retentivity went back to the events of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and scratch his eye. Then he stood up and walked to the john to drain his bladder. He politely flushed the sewer and exited the bath and looked toward Mandy's bedroom, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the life room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked outside and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic mesa with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

"commodity dayspring,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her T-shirt, and had her flush on her foot.

"commodity morning, did you log Z's well ?"she asked, flashing her million dollar sign smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

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

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

"Reid, I don't want you to get the wrong belief of me. I am a terpsichorean, I am not a harlot. I don't normally do what I did last night."

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

"I have no regrets. I mean, I know you are married, and it was legal injury, but it has been a prospicient sentence since I met a genuine gentleman, and trust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a nose candy testicle prospect in perdition, 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 seat for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."well we had better get you to township, 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 door. They drove silently down the road toward Dallas where he was to peck up the car. The tripped lasted about an minute, and other than small talk of the town, the ride was quiet. When they entered the edge of township, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the sphere berth 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 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 care of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more solar day and then flew back house.

Two weeks 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 spray and sprayed a healthy amount all over her body. She applied additional atomiser on her titty and neck opening. She adjusted her Bikini top, to fix sure the girls were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her bottoms, not to show Thomas More than was allowed. She started walking toward the level curtain and where she retiring NiKole, a sexy brunet dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my circumstances, the rip due, and I am a hundred dead, better go agitate my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the mantle, and waited for her song to recreate. When the medicine started she stepped from behind the pall and began her modus operandi. Mandy never made eye contact with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the phase. As she made her first pole contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage seating room, behind her was Reid .