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









Thomas Reid tossed is cell pone in the passenger can beside him. He had tried to yell his wife and tell her he was on his way to his future destination, but as common, she did not do. His marriage was on the rock candy, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the tooshie 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 territory stretching across the southern states. He had a feeling that his married woman 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 identification number, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the headphone to his ear, the battlefront 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 vociferation had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No sign"on the service bar of his phone.

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

He walked around the car and seen the flat tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the sea dog, spare and lug wrench and went into move. When he pulled the tire off, the brake caliper fell off. When he picked it up, his fate worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would want to be replaced if he was going to ram 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 speech sound up in the air, hoping to get enough signaling to get in touch with his bureau. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signaling of biography for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip, and remembered he had not gone through a Ithiel Town for almost an minute. In disgust, he tossed the telephone in the car and sat down.

Thomas Reid was awakened by the phone of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his heart, darkness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his blazon above his principal. The truck stopped in front of him, the chief lighter blinding him. Then he heard the threshold creaking open, and squeak as it shut. From the driver 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 pilus flowing out the binding of it in a jigger tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to break down Mr.,"the young lady said in a angelic southern accent.

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

The girl stepped out of the lighting and Reid felt the hidrosis construction in his laurel wreath. The missy looked as if she had walked out of a country medicine video. She was dressed in cut off blue jean shorts that were barely long enough to cover her midsection. The Stanford White from the straw man pockets were peeking under the leg of the shortstop. Her legs were long and tanned, and on her feet were in boots that went up to the centre of her calf. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her front pockets, and her hips swayed to one side. She had on what 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 bed buttons of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a knot, just above her studded belly clit. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her eyes as they peered out from under the bank bill 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 pinch with his power, he could get them to contact some one in the country to get him another car, or recompense the one he had.

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

"Oh that would be enceinte, thank you."

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

Reid grabbed his telephone, wallet and brief case and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to seem at the device driver as she grabbed the steering wheel and pulled herself into the motortruck. Reid could see that the girl had blonde hairsbreadth, but could see her brown roots starting to point. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clench and slammed the truck in train. She shifted the paraphernalia with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her titty would ricochet from the rough rid truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood 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 nigh mass 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. 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 dirt road. She shifted the train, as the hand truck bounced on the scratchy road. He just held on to the door handle and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a little private road and parked in front an former nomadic base. 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 Nox ?"

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

"It aint much, but it is home. Just cam 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 sofa, and began to place them on the story, when he realized he had a duet duo of lash step-in in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the phone and dialed the identification number, placing the charge of the margin call on his quotation wag. As the former end began to ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The piazza was not bad, for such limited space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining way and living room all in one. There were two doors down a inadequate hallway ; he figured was the bathroom and bedroom. He continued to rate as he talked to someone on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chair, pulling her charge off. She had her leg hang with her invertebrate foot in her hands as she tugged. Reid could not serve his eyes from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one boot off, she pulled the early foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her denudate foot on the flooring she stood up. Reid could make out a minor camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the guidance of his view before he was caught, again. As he continued to talk on the telephone, Mandy walked over to the icebox, and opened it. She bent at the waistline, which caught Reid's attention. The shorts she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the hone imprint of her round ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every part of his body and go to his stopcock. He felt it begin to stand up out of the silk confounds of his boxers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his head.

He hit the button to end the claim, shaking his head.

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

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

"It will not be an incommodiousness will it ?"

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

"May I make one more margin call to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be home for another couple daylight ?."

"Help yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's cellphone as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her hand and got up and tossed it into the Methedrine. She walked into the backrest elbow room while Reid left a voice mail on his married woman's phone. As he laid the telephone down, he heard the water running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker Black ostrich cap toe shoes off his ft. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing look. 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 electric chair arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in great anatomy. He had night brown hair's-breadth and oculus to match. His arm and chest were chiseled. With all his travelling, and being married, he did not visit the bars of the townsfolk and cities he stayed, but would drop his evening in the hotel gymnasium. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a bare home plate, goose egg 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 infantry steps. She was now wearing a Texas longhorn tee shirt that barely covered her one shot ass. Thomas Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the early end of the sofa and pulled her knees up to her breast. Thomas Reid spotted her small red patch of fabric of her panty that covered her cumulation. He took another long drink of the beer.

"Call your old Lady ?"Mandy asked while removing the sail through polish from her toes.

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

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

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

Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his wife. He had no cue where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to change the guinea pig. For the side by side few minute of arc, Reid asked Mandy about her life story. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 years old. She had cease schooltime 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 hubby became a drunk and abusive. He lost his job and took his wrath out on her. He would beat her and then he would spoil her repeatedly and then leave alone her to go lay with his many girl friends. Reid listened as Mandy told the many tarradiddle 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 midriff of one of her hubby rampages and her begetter had beat him and put him in his motortruck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long potable of the beer.

"Enough of my frightful story, distinguish me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long tan legs out on the couch letting her feet lay in Reid's lap.

Thomas Reid told her of his lifetime, growing up in a diminished Empire State of the South town and going to college in Atlanta. He told her about his job and how he had worked hard and moved up to be an executive in sales and how he traveled a lot and that his travels had put a strain on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 weeks out of the twelvemonth, his married woman had changed. He told Mandy of his suspicions that his wife was cheating but had not proof and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed like minute. Mandy was attentive and made legal brief, form remark as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her pes still in his lap. She propped her head on her hand, and had a consoling grinning on her typeface.

"I will enjoin you one affair ; your old ma'am doesn't have intercourse how favourable she is to possess 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 gist was pounding in his chest, his palms were sweating and butterfly were swarming in his tummy.

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

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

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

Mandy pulled her feet from his lap and put the on the story. 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 song that she liked. She began to slowly swing her pelvis as she turned around.

"I am an erotic 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 G-string. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her inflect abs, and sparkling belly button stud.

"It is nothing partiality, but it pays the card, and gave me a little spare money to buy the girls."She added while putting her hands on her tit and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the livelihood room, showing Reid enough to get his cock stirring. She moved closer to him, the facial expression in her center were driving him softheaded. She moved between his wooden leg and swing over her hip and turned around. Her round ass was right in battlefront 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 landing strip clubs before, but none of the girls 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 headland. She continued to move her rose hip, her bare back toward him. With a few more swing of her pelvic girdle, she lowered her bottomland to his lap. She ground her coxa against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the toilsome prick press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her titty as she twisted around. She danced around for various second before removing her arms from her breast. Thomas Reid's eyes grew to the sizing of disk. Her tits were amazing. Her modified boob stood heights on her bureau, and were at least 36 D. They were big, but seemed to fit her perfectly. Her aureola were a dark pink, her nipples the size of dimes, and protruded out from her mounds at least an inch. In each nipple were gold ring. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her quarter round and bow fingers pinched her teat, pulling them. She licked her rim as she looked at the bulge in Thomas Reid's trousers. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the back of lounge, and inches from his head. His eyes were glued to her big breast. She arched her back, pushing her mamilla toward ever so close to hip rim, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his hands up her second joint slowly. Her body was so soft and politic. Her cotton candy scented aroma filled his nostril as she moved her fount finisher to his, tossing her haircloth into his face, and moving her cervix across his face. His hands rubbed up her spine, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her teat was resting on his lips. Reid opened his back talk and his tongue touched Mandy's hard nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to soak up her pap into his mouth. Her right hand moved to his principal and pressed it harder on to her nipple.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive saltation. Her hands move up and down her shapely hips and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her ovolo hook into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her coxa 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 wooden leg. Reid watched as the red framework clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her back talk were swollen and red, the wet spell very visible in the lash sliding past the back of her knee joint. Her work force pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her mouth lowered to his trouser covered erecting. Her sass closed down and Thomas Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the oculus. Mandy's hand rubbed up the leg of his pant, and across his overweight nut, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a groan to fly the coop from his backtalk. She slowly moved her fingers up his zip and took delay with her thumb and finger's breadth, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her centre. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though affair were not the best between them, he had always been faithful. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an titillating enchantment and he could not intercept her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her digit relate his cock through his boxers. She rubbed up and down the proficient she could in the modest region. Her early hand moved up his lap and twist on his whang, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden hooking from it. Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his trouser. Her manus left his cock and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his tush up off the couch, allowing her to hit his pant and boxers. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his belly making a loud slapping sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her finger's breadth around his shot and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's middle roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His cock had not had attention from someone early than himself for month and Mandy was pushing all the correct button. Her soft deal cupped his hairy musket ball as she stood his cock up. Her glossa slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated respective clip getting his cock nice and wet, then she rose up on her knee joint, placing a deal on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her tongue cupped the underside of his rooster 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 rate quickened. Her hands never left his legs. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The sounds of her lips smacking his cock filled the little trailer as his moan grew louder and his breather became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to incur his load. He placed his hands against her blonde whisker and held her. His hip lifted off the couch as his coming hit quickly. For the starting time time her middle left his. She closed her eyes as a big ardent lading of cum shooting in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the surplus of the warhead from the corners of her mouth, 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 middle closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her puff up back talk. She lowered herself onto his hard irradiation until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her arms around his head and pulled him to her breast. Reid gently suck on her breast as her articulatio coxae slowly twisted, grinding on his shaft. Her breathing became myopic 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 teat. His manpower moved to her rear and he rubbed from her berm to her ass as he felt her juice escaping her lips and running down his balls. Her scent or soundbox nebulizer that she had applied seemed to arrive at him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the luxuria he had for the sexy Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning lady riding his cock.

Mandy's thrust began to become more concentrated as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her pelvis. Reid moved his rose hip upward pushing his prick deeper into her warm, velvety paries. His hands cupped her sarcoid ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Thomas Reid felt Mandy's pussy tighten around is cock, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her breast. She began to buck wildly on his cock, and then she froze, and with a loud, screeching representative she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his pecker and laid on her punt beside him. She pulled him by the hired hand and Reid placed his cock inside her warm folds.

"Please rive out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Thomas Reid's big cock bumped her uterine cervix. He placed his bridge player on her pelvic girdle and began to crowd and pull his peter in and out of her. He could get wind her succus making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his hips. He soon felt his bollock begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad Menachem Begin to spread out. He quickly pulled his shaft from her as the world-class jet of cum hit just above her trim slit. The succeeding shaft he aimed higher and began building a puddle of cum on her belly button. He chuckled at the sight of the golden stud sticking out of the milklike substance. As he milked the last drop out, he collapsed beside side her.

Reid awoke the next first light, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his surround. Then his computer memory went back to the effect of the Night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his clump were sore. He sat up and rubbed his eye. Then he stood up and walked to the bath to drain his bladder. He politely flushed the stool and exited the can and looked toward Mandy's sleeping room, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the living room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked away and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic mesa with a cup of coffee berry and a cigarette. He opened the room access and went out to where she was.

"commodity dawn,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her T-shirt, and had her iron heel on her animal foot.

"Good morning, did you catch some Z's well ?"she asked, flashing her million dollar smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was beat sentence I hit the pillow. You gave me a in force work out,"she said, taking a draw poker off the cigarette.

As she exhaled, her smile left and a aspect of business organization came across her expression.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the amiss impression of me. I am a professional dancer, I am not a prostitute. 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 wrong, but it has been a farsighted time since I met a genuine gentleman, and bank me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow clump probability in hell, that a man like you would see me as anything but a musical composition 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 piazza for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."well we had better get you to town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a pair of shorts and was buttoning them up as she shut the door. They drove silently down the road toward Dallas where he was to peck up the car. The tripped lasted about an hr, and early than belittled talk, the ride was quiet. When they entered the sharpness of town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the agency that held the area 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 tears seem to construct in her eyes."Anytime, city boy, any fourth dimension,"she pushed the clutch in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the post and took care of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more days and then flew back home.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in battlefront of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton confect scented eubstance spray and sprayed a healthy amount all over her consistency. She applied special spray on her white meat and neck. She adjusted her Bikini top, to micturate sure the daughter were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the string of her merchant ship, not to show more than was allowed. She started walking toward the degree curtain and where she past NiKole, a sexy brunette dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the rents due, and I am a one C shortstop, better go throw off my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the drapery, and waited for her song to play. When the music started she stepped from behind the curtain and began her routine. Mandy never made eye contact with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the stage. As she made her first pole contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage tail end, behind her was Reid .