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









Reid tossed is cell cornpone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to call his wife and evidence her he was on his way to his adjacent destination, but as usual, she did not respond. His marriage was on the rocks, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the seat beside his headphone. Ever since he had gotten his promotion, things had headed south. The new job had him on the route 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 sufficiency proof to face up her. He picked up his sound again. While dialing the bit, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the speech sound to his ear, the social movement end of the car began to jump-start around and the steering wheel jerked back and Forth. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The claim had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No sign"on the armed service bar of his phone.

"Fuck,"he said as he ran his hand through his chocolate-brown hairsbreadth.

He walked around the car and seen the flat tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the jack, spare part and lug wrench and went into motion. When he pulled the tire off, the brake 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 drive the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought bout to his eye from the hurting. He limped to the car and reached in to get his phone. Still no signaling, so he walked around the car, holding the phone up in the air, hoping to get sufficiency signaling to get in pinch 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 hour. In disgust, he tossed the telephone set in the car and sat down.

Thomas Reid was awakened by the sound 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 caput. The truck stopped in front of him, the head luminousness blinding him. Then he heard the threshold creak open, and squeak as it shut. From the driver side of the 4X4, walked an Angle. fountainhead that was what Thomas Reid thought any way. He could secernate from the silhouette, the driver was distaff. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her pilus flowing out the back of it in a pony rear end. As the female walked, he watched her hips rock back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to fall in down Mister,"the missy said in a angelical southern accent.

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

The girl stepped out of the visible radiation and Reid felt the diaphoresis edifice in his palms. The girl looked as if she had walked out of a state music telecasting. She was dressed in cut off jean shorts that were barely long enough to shroud her midsection. The blanched from the front pockets were peeking under the leg of the underdrawers. Her stage were long and tanned, and on her feet were in iron boot that went up to the middle of her calfskin. As she stood, she hooked her quarter round in her front pouch, and her rose hip swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a tweed shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the movement buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her bountiful bosom, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The penetrate 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 placard of the cap.

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

Reid told her about the caliper and if he could get in skin senses with his office, he could get them to contact some one in the arena to get him another car, or reanimate the one he had.

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

"Oh that would be great, thank you."

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

Reid grabbed his telephone, billfold and brief case and walked to the truck. He opened the threshold and climbed in. He turned to look at the number one wood as she grabbed the steering wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Thomas Reid could see that the young lady had blonde hair, but could see her John Brown roots starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to press in the clutch and slammed the truck in gear. She shifted the gears with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her white meat would bounce from the uncut ride motortruck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood hurry to his face.

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

"I am lamentable, I don't know what…"

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

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

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

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

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a small malicious gossip road. 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 short drive and parked in forepart an older mobile abode. 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 Nox ?"

Reid opened the door and got out of the truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the threshold to the Mobile River house.

"It aint much, but it is home. Just throw 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.

Reid picked up some clothes off the ragged sofa, and began to localise them on the level, when he realized he had a duad twosome of thong scanty in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the phone and dialed the numeral, placing the charge of the shout on his credit card. As the former end began to ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The place was not bad, for such limited space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. There were two room access down a short hallway ; he figured was the bathroom and sleeping accommodation. He continued to stride as he talked to someone on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a death chair, pulling her iron heel off. She had her leg bent with her 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 boot off, she pulled the other infantry up and repeated the motion. When she put her publicise foot on the floor she stood up. Reid could wee-wee out a small camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the focal point of his view before he was caught, again. As he continued to talk on the sound, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the shank, which caught Reid's attention. The shorts she had on rode up her heap and as they tightened, he could see the sodding imprint of her round ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every piece of his body and go to his cock. He felt it begin to rise 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 push button to end the call, shaking his head.

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

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

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

"Hell no, I don't have to go to 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 home for another couple days ?."

"avail yourself."

Reid dialed his married woman's cellphone as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her script and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the stake room while Reid left a voice mail on his wife's phone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the H2O running in the bathroom. He sat on the sofa, pulling his barker blackamoor ostrich cap toe brake shoe off his pes. 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 lounge. At 35, Reid was in great form. He had dark brown hair and optic to equalize. His arms and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not claver the bars of the towns and city he stayed, but would drop his evening in the hotel gyms. As he sat he looked around at his environment. 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 Thomas Reid was sitting. He looked up as he heard her base stride. She was now wearing a TX Longhorns jersey that barely covered her round ass. Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton material. She sat on the early end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. Reid spotted her humble red fleck of textile of her scanty that covered her knoll. He took another retentive swallow of the beer.

"Call your old peeress ?"Mandy asked while removing the nail burnish from her toes.

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

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

"I don't know, she may be sleeping and not capable to hear the telephone set 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 change the subject. For the next few minutes, Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 old age 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 wino and abusive. He lost his job and took his anger out on her. He would beat her and then he would ravish her repeatedly and then go forth her to go lay with his many female child friends. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her hard animation. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her Padre had pulled up one day in the center of one of her husband rampage and her father had beat him and put him in his hand truck, and she had not seen him since. Thomas Reid took another long drink of the beer.

"enough of my horrible story, tell me about you Mr. Reid John Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her farseeing tan legs out on the couch letting her feet lay in Thomas Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his spirit, growing up in a lowly Sakartvelo town and going to college in capital of Georgia. 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 traveling had put a strain on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 week out of the class, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his suspicions that his married woman was cheating but had not trial impression and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed similar 60 minutes. Mandy was attentive and made legal brief, kind commentary as he talked.

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

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

"I will tell you one thing ; your old lady doesn't know how favourable she is to have a lovingness husband."Her finger's breadth brushing the hair above his ear,"Not only a lovingness hubby, but one that is as hot as you."

Thomas Reid looked at her and blushed. His eye was pounding in his chest, his palm tree were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his stomach.

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

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

"You are in the picture show, theater ?"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 weird kind of way."

Mandy pulled her foundation from his lap and put the on the base. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen board. She bent over turning the place until she found a Sung dynasty that she liked. She began to slowly swing her pelvic arch as she turned around.

"I am an erotic terpsichorean at a gild outside of Dallas,"she continued to dance around seductively, pulling the hem of her t-shirt up, showing Reid her red lash. She pulled her shirt up a little more, showing her toned abs, and sparkling belly button rivet.

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

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living way, showing Reid enough to get his turncock inspiration. She moved closer to him, the face in her heart were driving him crazy. She moved between his stage and swing over her hips and turned around. Her round 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 airstrip clubs before, but none of the female child he had saltation for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her tee shirt up and pulled it over her head. She continued to propel her hips, her bare back toward him. With a few to a greater extent swings of her hips, she lowered her merchantman to his lap. She ground her hips against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the hard peter press against her ass.

She crossed her arm over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for respective seconds before removing her arms from her chest. Reid's oculus grew to the size of dish aerial. Her tits were amazing. Her alter breast stood high up on her chest of drawers, 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 it of dimes, and protruded out from her mound at least an inch. In each nipple were Au band. Her hands squeezed her boob together ; her pollex and fore fingers pinched her mamilla, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the bulge in Reid's trousers. She danced toward Thomas Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the back of sofa, and inch from his head. His eyes were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her nipples toward ever so fill up to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his hands up her thighs slowly. Her dead body was so flaccid and legato. Her cotton confect scented aroma filled his nostril as she moved her face closer to his, tossing her hair into his face, and moving her neck opening across his cheek. His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his rim. Reid opened his mouthpiece and his tongue touched Mandy's hard mammilla. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to take in her pap into his mouth. Her right on manus moved to his head 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 hip and up her side of meat, then back down. On the way down, her thumbs hook into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her hip joint as the thong slowly slid down her round ass. As she pushed them down she bow slowly at the shank guiding them down her tone up stage. Reid watched as the red material clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet dapple very visible in the thong sliding past the backbone of her stifle. Her hired hand pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her backtalk lowered to his trouser covered erecting. Her lips closed down and Thomas Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her hairsbreadth, stared him in the oculus. Mandy's deal rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his with child formal, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to break away from his backtalk. She slowly moved her digit up his zipper and took hold with her pollex 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 affair were not the right between them, he had always been faithful. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not stop her. She unzipped his pant and he felt her fingerbreadth concern his cock through his underdrawers. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the small area. Her other hand moved up his lap and pulls on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden draw from it. Her fingerbreadth expertly unbuttoned his pant. Her hand left his tool and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his ass up off the couch, allowing her to get rid of his trouser and boxers. She gently pulled his underdrawers over his erection, and it bounced back against his tum making a tawdry slapping audio.

Mandy's center widened as Reid's eight in peter was freed. She wrapped her digit around his prick and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's eyes roll back in his point as Mandy stroked him. His shaft had not had attention from mortal former than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the veracious button. Her sonant hand cupped his hairy balls as she stood his cock up. Her tongue slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated several clip getting his hammer nice and wet, then she rose up on her knees, placing a hired hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her knife cupped the underside of his cock as she moved down, taking about four inches down her pharynx. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his groan grew, her gait quickened. Her hands never left his ramification. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his tool. The strait of her lips smacking his cock filled the lilliputian trailer as his moans grew louder and his breaths became keel. Mandy prepared herself to receive his incumbrance. He placed his hands against her blonde hair and held her. His hips lifted off the couch as his coming hit quickly. For the first time her eyes left his. She closed her heart as a labored affectionate load of cum nip in her oral cavity.

Mandy wiped the surplusage of the onus from the corners of her oral fissure, and licked her fingers. She stood, still looking into him in the middle. Her chant branch stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his shaft felt the warm, wetness of her swell up mouth. She lowered herself onto his hard diaphysis until her ass was on his thigh. She placed her blazonry around his head and pulled him to her boob. Thomas Reid gently suck on her breast as her hip slowly twisted, grinding on his putz. Her breathing became unforesightful as she moaned, filling so full. Her hips began to displace up and down on his unfeelingness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her heavily nipples. His hands moved to her book binding and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her backtalk and running down his glob. Her perfume or body sprayer that she had applied seemed to make him intoxicate, or he was drunk off the luxuria he had for the sexy young char riding his putz.

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

"Please pull out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the principal of Reid's big shaft bumped her cervix uteri. He placed his handwriting on her hip and began to push and draw his hammer in and out of her. He could hear her succus making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his pelvic arch. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad begin to expand. He quickly pulled his turncock from her as the first of all jet of cum hit just above her shave slit. The next shot he aimed gamy and began building a puddle of cum on her belly release. He chuckled at the ken of the lucky stud sticking out of the milklike substance. As he milked the last drop out, he collapsed beside side her.

Reid awoke the next morning, and rubbed his centre and looked around, confused at his surround. Then his memory went back to the events of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the can to debilitate his bladder. He politely flushed the toilet and exited the john and looked toward Mandy's chamber, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the life elbow room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked outside and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic table with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He opened the door and went out to where she was.

"Good sunrise,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her jersey, and had her boots on her foundation.

"Good morning, did you kip well ?"she asked, flashing her million dollar sign grinning.

"Like a babe and you ?"

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

As she exhaled, her smile left and a feeling of headache came across her aspect.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the wrong opinion of me. I am a dancer, I am not a whore. I don't normally do what I did last-place night."

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

"I have no rue. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a hanker sentence since I met a genuine gentleman, and swear me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a lead by the nose globe chance in nether region, that a man like you would see me as anything but a bit 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 home for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."fountainhead we had better get you to Ithiel Town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a yoke of drawers and was buttoning them up as she shut the threshold. 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 talk, the ride was silence. When they entered the boundary of townsfolk, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the position that held the field government agency of Reid's company. Before he opened the room access, he leaned over and kissed her on the buttock.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and weeping seem to build in her eyes."Anytime, city boy, any time,"she pushed the clutches in and was gone. Thomas Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the agency and took tutelage of everything and got the car. He was in TX for two more days and then flew back home.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in social movement of the mirror and applied her shuffling up. She stood up and took a can of cotton candy scented body spray and sprayed a sound quantity all over her body. She applied extra spray on her white meat and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to make sure the girls were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the drawstring of her keister, not to show more than than was allowed. She started walking toward the leg drapery and where she past NiKole, a aphrodisiac brunette dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the rents due, and I am a c brusk, proficient go shake my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her song to meet. When the medicine started she stepped from behind the drape and began her subprogram. Mandy never made eye striking with the men, she usually just watched herself in the mirrors that surrounded the leg. As she made her kickoff perch link, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage backside, behind her was Reid .