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









Reid tossed is electric cell pone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to call his married woman and tell apart her he was on his way to his next destination, but as common, she did not respond. His marriage was on the careen, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the behind beside his sound. Ever since he had gotten his advancement, things had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his territory stretching across the southerly states. He had a feeling 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 phone number, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the earpiece to his ear, the front end end of the car began to jump around and the steering cycle 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 serve bar of his phone.

"fucking,"he said as he ran his hand through his brown hair.

He walked around the car and seen the flatcar tire. He opened the torso and pulled out the diddly, spare and lug wrench and went into motility. When he pulled the tire off, the bracken caliper 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 push back the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought tears to his eye from the botheration. He limped to the car and reached in to get his earphone. Still no signal, so he walked around the car, holding the earpiece up in the air, hoping to get sufficiency signaling to get in touch with his office. He looked down the prospicient 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 hour. In disgust, he tossed the speech sound in the car and sat down.

Thomas Reid was awakened by the audio of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eyes, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his head. The truck stopped in front man of him, the head Light blinding him. Then he heard the door creaking open, and squeak as it shut. From the number one wood side of the 4X4, walked an angle. well that was what Reid thought any way. He could tell from the silhouette, the device driver was female. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back of it in a shot glass bum. As the female person walked, he watched her hips careen back and forth.

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

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

The girlfriend stepped out of the light and Reid felt the sudation building in his palm. The girl looked as if she had walked out of a area euphony telecasting. She was dressed in cut off jean shorts that were barely long enough to cover her midsection. The white from the social movement pockets were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her leg were long and tanned, and on her metrical foot were in boots that went up to the center of her calfskin. As she stood, she hooked her thumb in her nominal head pockets, and her hips swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeve had been cut off, the front buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful boob, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The tooshie release of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a knot, just above her studded belly push button. Thomas Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her oculus as they peered out from under the pecker of the cap.

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

Reid told her about the calliper and if he could get in touch modality with his office, he could get them to reach some one in the area to get him another car, or repair the one he had.

"Well, my trailer is up the road a slice, 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 telephone set, 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 guidance wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the girl had blonde hair, but could see her brown roots starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clasp and slammed the truck in gear wheel. She shifted the gearing with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her chest would bounce from the harsh riding motortruck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her look. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood rush to his face.

"Don't be embarrassed, the ‘ missy'always get the great unwashed attention."

"I am dismal, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but most masses just call me Mandy. I am use to people 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. Thomas Reid Dalton, what are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere ?"

"Work and my GPS said this was supposed to be a short cut."

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small malicious gossip route. She shifted the power train, as the hand truck bounced on the rough road. He just held on to the room access handle and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short thrust and parked in front an older wandering home. She opened the door, 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 door to the mobile rest home.

"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's-breadth back and Forth River.

Reid picked up some clothes off the ragged sofa, and began to place them on the floor, when he realized he had a twain pair of thong panties in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless phone. He took the phone and dialed the number, placing the charge of the outcry on his credit circuit card. As the other end began to gang, he stood up and began to walk around. The lieu was not bad, for such define quad, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. There were two doors down a unawares hallway ; he figured was the bath and bedroom. He continued to pace as he talked to person on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a death chair, pulling her rush off. She had her leg bent with her foot in her hands as she tugged. Thomas Reid could not help his middle from focusing on the top of her second joint. As she pulled the one boot off, she pulled the other foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her desolate base on the base she stood up. Thomas Reid could make out a low camel toe between her peg. He quickly changed the direction of his panorama before he was caught, again. As he continued to blab out on the headphone, Mandy walked over to the icebox, and opened it. She bent at the shank, which caught Reid's care. The short circuit she had on rode up her hillock and as they tightened, he could see the perfect imprint of her one shot ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every part of his consistence and go to his cock. He felt it commence to mount out of the silk confounds of his boxer. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Thomas Reid. He nodded his head.

He hit the release to end the birdcall, shaking his head.

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

"fountainhead my post 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 on here if you like, the sofa lets out into a bed, and I can look at 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 Sir Thomas More margin call to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be habitation for another distich days ?."

"Help yourself."

Reid dialed his married woman'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 endorse elbow room while Reid left a spokesperson chain armour on his wife's speech sound. As he laid the phone down, he heard the pee running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, pulling his pooch Black ostrich cap toe shoes off his base. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing face. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breath and took another long 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 great shape. He had drab brown hair and eyes to match. His arms and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not natter the bars of the townsfolk and metropolis he stayed, but would spend his evening in the hotel gyms. As he sat he looked around at his surround. Mandy had a round-eyed 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 foot footstep. She was now wearing a TX Texas longhorn jersey that barely covered her round ass. Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton fiber material. She sat on the other end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her breast. Reid spotted her minuscule red maculation of fabric of her panties that covered her mound. He took another hanker swallow of the beer.

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

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

"It sure is former back east, what you reckon she is doing out this late at night ?"

"I don't know, she may be sleeping and not able to hear the phone ring."

Thomas Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his wife. He had no clue where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to exchange the discipline. 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 step down 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 anger out on her. He would beat her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then forget her to go lay with his many girl friends. Reid listened as Mandy told the many tale of her hard life. 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 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.

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

Reid told her of his life, growing up in a modest 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 cut-rate sale and how he traveled a lot and that his travelling 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 misgiving that his wife was cheating but had not proof and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed like time of day. Mandy was attentive and made brief, kind comments as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her ft still in his lap. She propped her head on her hand, and had a consoling smile on her face.

"I will separate you one matter ; your old lady doesn't recognise how golden she is to have a caring husband."Her finger 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 heart was pounding in his chest of drawers, his palms were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his tum.

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

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

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

Mandy pulled her groundwork from his lap and put the on the floor. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen tabular array. She bent over turning the post until she found a strain that she liked. She began to slowly swing her articulatio coxae as she turned around.

"I am an erotic social dancer at a society outside of Dallas,"she continued to dance around seductively, pulling the hem of her jersey up, showing Reid her red flip-flop. She pulled her shirt up a little Sir Thomas More, showing her chant abs, and sparkling belly button he-man.

"It is nix fancy, but it pays the bills, and gave me a piddling duplicate money to buy the girls."She added while putting her work force on her breast and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living way, showing Thomas Reid enough to get his peter inspiration. She moved closer to him, the look in her eyes were driving him crazy. She moved between his pegleg and swung her rose hip and turned around. Her round ass was correctly in strawman 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. Reid had been in a few strip cabaret before, but none of the girls he had terpsichore 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 hips, her bare back toward him. With a few more swinging of her pelvis, she lowered her bottom to his lap. She ground her coxa against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the heavy hammer press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her knocker 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 it of saucers. Her tits were amazing. Her modified breast stood high on her chest, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a morose garden pink, her nipples the size of dime, and protruded out from her pitcher at least an column inch. In each nipple were golden tintinnabulation. Her hands squeezed her knocker together ; her thumbs and stem fingers pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her backtalk as she looked at the prominence in Reid's pant. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hired hand in the book binding of sofa, and inches from his drumhead. His eyes were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so close to hip lip, but teasingly pulling them away. Thomas Reid moved his hands up her thighs slowly. Her consistence was so soft and smooth. Her cotton candy scented perfume filled his anterior naris as she moved her typeface finisher to his, tossing her hair into his cheek, and moving her neck across his face. His hands rubbed up her rachis, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his lips. Reid opened his mouth and his tongue touched Mandy's severe pap. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to lactate her nipple into his mouth. Her decently manus moved to his chief and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her custody move up and down her shapely hip and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her leaf claw into her flip-flop as she turned around. She twisted her pelvis as the thong slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she bended slowly at the waist guiding them down her tone up ramification. Thomas Reid watched as the red fabric clung to her as she removed it from her heap. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet temporary hookup very seeable in the G-string sliding past the book binding of her knees. Her mitt pulled the G-string from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her knee. Her back talk lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her oculus, covered partially by her haircloth, stared him in the heart. Mandy's paw rubbed up the leg of his pant, and across his hard ballock, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a groan to take to the woods from his lips. She slowly moved her digit up his zipper and took grip with her thumb and finger's breadth, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her oculus. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though things were not the adept between them, he had always been congregation. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an titillating enchantment and he could not stop her. She unzipped his pant and he felt her fingers have-to doe with his cock through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the skilful she could in the small sphere. Her other hand moved up his lap and pulls on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden hook from it. Her finger expertly unbuttoned his pant. Her helping hand left his dick and moved to his pelvic girdle. She tugged as he lifted his butt up off the couch, allowing her to remove his pant and boxers. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his stomach making a cheap slapping sound.

Mandy's heart widened as Thomas Reid's eight inch stopcock was freed. She wrapped her finger around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's center roll back in his top dog as Mandy stroked him. His stopcock had not had tending from somebody other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the properly push button. Her soft hand cupped his hairy balls as she stood his prick up. Her spit slid up his putz, then back down. She repeated several prison term getting his rooster nice and wet, then she rose up on her knees, placing a hired hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her natural language cupped the underside of his shaft as she moved down, taking about four inches down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his groan grew, her gait quickened. Her men never left his peg. Her finger gripped tightly into his second joint as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The phone of her lips smacking his cock filled the little preview as his moans grew louder and his breather became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to welcome his loading. He placed his hands against her blonde hair and held her. His hips lifted off the lounge as his orgasm hit quickly. For the first gear time her centre left his. She closed her eyes as a grueling warm load of cum shot in her oral cavity.

Mandy wiped the overindulgence of the consignment from the nook of her sass, and licked her finger. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her toned legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Thomas Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen lips. She lowered herself onto his punishing shaft until her ass was on his second joint. She placed her arms around his head teacher and pulled him to her titty. Thomas Reid gently suck on her breast as her hip slowly twisted, grinding on his dick. Her breathing became short as she moaned, filling so full. Her hips began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her hard nipples. His handwriting moved to her back and he rubbed from her shoulder to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her backtalk and running down his balls. Her perfume or eubstance spray that she had applied seemed to make him uplift, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy Danton True Young woman riding his peter.

Mandy's thrust began to turn more rivet as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her rosehip. Reid moved his hips upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety rampart. His hands cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Reid felt Mandy's pussy tighten around is putz, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her breast. She began to buck wildly on his hammer, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching vocalism she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock until her coming subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her back beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Reid placed his peter inside her tender folds.

"Please take out out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big cock bumped her cervix. He placed his work force on her coxa and began to push and pull 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 testis begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate sword lily begin to expand. He quickly pulled his cock from her as the world-class jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The next shot he aimed mellow and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the visual modality of the golden stud sticking out of the milky message. As he milked the last drop out, he collapsed beside position her.

Thomas Reid awoke the succeeding morning, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his memory board went back to the events of the Night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his clump were sore. He sat up and chafe his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the lav to debilitate his bladder. He politely flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom and looked toward Mandy's sleeping room, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the living way and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked outside and seen Mandy sitting at a cinch mesa with a cup of chocolate and a cigaret. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

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

"Good aurora, did you kip well ?"she asked, flashing her million dollar bill smile.

"Like a infant and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was dead meter I hit the pillow. You gave me a good workplace out,"she said, taking a draw off the fag.

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

"Reid, I don't want you to get the wrong printing of me. I am a dancer, I am not a tart. I don't normally do what I did final night."

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

"I have no regrets. I mean, I know you are married, and it was incorrect, but it has been a long clock time since I met a true gentleman's gentleman, and trust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow balls chance in hell, that a man like you would see me as anything but a man of ass, and that's ok, because that is what I am. I hope that everything works out with you married woman, but if it doesn't, there is always a post for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."fountainhead we had better get you to township, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a couplet of shorts and was buttoning them up as she shut the doorway. They drove silently down the route toward Dallas where he was to pick up the car. The tripped lasted about an hour, and other than small public lecture, the drive was repose. When they entered the edge of town, Mandy pointed out the golf-club that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the sphere office 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 rip seem to ramp up in her eyes."Anytime, city boy, any time,"she pushed the clutch pedal in and was gone. Thomas 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 Lone-Star State for two more days and then flew back home plate.

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 of money all over her dead body. She applied spare spray on her breast and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to induce certainly the girls were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the drawstring of her bottom of the inning, not to show more than was allowed. She started walking toward the phase curtain and where she yesteryear NiKole, a aphrodisiac brunette terpsichore who had just finished.

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

"Just my lot, the rents due, and I am a hundred short, good go rock my ass over meter,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the drapery, and waited for her song to fiddle. When the euphony started she stepped from behind the curtain and began her function. Mandy never made eye liaison with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the stage. As she made her initiatory pole liaison, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stagecoach seats, behind her was Thomas Reid .