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









Reid tossed is cell pone in the rider nates beside him. He had tried to call his married woman and tell her he was on his way to his following address, but as common, she did not answer. His marriage was on the rock'n'roll, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the posterior beside his earphone. Ever since he had gotten his forwarding, affair 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 wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough cogent evidence 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 phone to his ear, the front end of the car began to climb up 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 signaling"on the Robert William Service bar of his phone.

"Fuck,"he said as he ran his hired hand through his Brown University hair's-breadth.

He walked around the car and seen the bland tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the mariner, spare and lug wrench and went into motion. When he pulled the tyre off, the brake calliper fell off. When he picked it up, his luck worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would need to be replaced if he was going to motor 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 signaling, so he walked around the car, holding the phone up in the air, hoping to get sufficiency signal to get in cutaneous senses with his government agency. He looked down the recollective route, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No star sign of liveliness for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his stumble, and remembered he had not gone through a Ithiel Town for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the sound in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tire 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 of him, the forefront lights blinding him. Then he heard the door creak open, and close shave as it shut. From the device driver English of the 4X4, walked an slant. well that was what Reid thought any way. He could assure from the silhouette, the device driver was female person. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her hair flowing out the back of it in a pony poop. As the female person walked, he watched her hips tilt back and forth.

"You picked a helluva lieu to bring out down Mr,"the girl said in a sweet southern accent.

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

The young woman stepped out of the light and Reid felt the perspiration building in his palms. The girl looked as if she had walked out of a area music video. She was dressed in cut off jean shortstop that were barely long enough to cover her midsection. The white from the front pockets were peeking under the leg of the drawers. Her legs 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 thumbs in her front pouch, and her hips swayed to one side. She had on what Reid thought looked like a tweed shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the nominal head buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her openhanded bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom push of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a Calidris canutus, just above her studded belly button. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her eyes as they peered out from under the bill of the cap.

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

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

"Well, my preview is up the road a piece, I have a telephone set you can use if you would like."

"Oh that would be bully, thank you."

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

Reid grabbed his phone, wallet and abbreviated case and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to look at the device driver as she grabbed the steering wheel and pulled herself into the motortruck. Reid could see that the girl had blonde haircloth, but could see her brown etymon 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 relaxation. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her breast would bounce from the scratchy riding motortruck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her face. She was smiling at him as he felt the rake thrill to his face.

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

"I am sorry, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but virtually people just promise me Mandy. I am use to people looking at my knocker, it is all good."

"I ah… am Reid, Thomas Reid Dalton, and I apologize, they are decent, but I should not stimulate been staring."

"So Mr. Reid John 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 shite road. She shifted the gears, as the truck bounced on the rough route. He just held on to the door handgrip and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a short driving and parked in front an older mobile home. She opened the door, turned and slid out of the truck.

She looked back,"Are you getting out, or you going to sit in the motortruck all night ?"

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

"It aint much, but it is home. Just stroke that shit in the level while I find the phone."She said as she pulled the cap off and tossed her hair back and forth.

Thomas Reid picked up some clothes off the rally sofa, and began to place them on the base, when he realized he had a couple pair of flip-flop scanty in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless phone. He took the phone and dialed the numeral, placing the complaint of the shout on his credit card. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The space was not bad, for such special space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining elbow room and bread and butter elbow room all in one. There were two door down a dead 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 boots off. She had her leg bent with her foundation in her hands as she tugged. Reid could not aid his middle from focusing on the top of her second joint. As she pulled the one charge off, she pulled the former invertebrate foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her bare fundament on the level she stood up. Thomas Reid could make out a small camel toe between her legs. He quickly changed the direction of his view before he was caught, again. As he continued to talk on the telephone set, Mandy walked over to the icebox, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's attention. The shorts she had on rode up her mounds and as they tightened, he could see the sodding imprint of her circle ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every division of his soundbox and go to his cock. He felt it begin to rise out of the silk confounds of his bagger. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his nous.

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

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

"Well my berth is going to get me another car, but it will not be until belatedly 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 inconvenience will it ?"

"Hell no, I don't have to go to crop 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 span days ?."

"help yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's cell as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her bridge player and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the rachis room while Thomas Reid left a vocalisation mail service on his wife's earphone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the water running in the lavatory. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker Black ostrich cap toe shoes off his metrical foot. He took a sip of the beer, and made a grimacing nerve. He had not drunk a trashy beer since college. He held his breath and took another long crapulence. He stood up and unbuttoned his Oxford University shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the couch. At 35, Reid was in smashing embodiment. He had night browned hair and eyes to match. His weaponry and bureau were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not visit the bars of the towns and metropolis he stayed, but would spend his evening in the hotel gyms. As he sat he looked around at his environment. Mandy had a round-eyed base, 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 understructure steps. She was now wearing a Texas longhorn t-shirt that barely covered her rhythm ass. Thomas Reid noticed that her nipples were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton fiber fabric. She sat on the other end of the couch and pulled her knees up to her pectus. Reid spotted her small red patch of material of her panty that covered her mound. He took another long swallow 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 host.

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

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

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, Thomas Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 old age old. She had quit shoal 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 married man 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 leave her to go lay with his many girl friends. Thomas Reid listened as Mandy told the many tarradiddle of her surd life. When Thomas Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her founder had pulled up one day in the center of one of her husbands rampages and her male parent had beat him and put him in his 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 Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her long bronzed wooden leg out on the couch letting her understructure lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his life sentence, growing up in a minuscule Georgia 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 locomotion had put a strain on his marriage. He explained how since he was gone 40 calendar week out of the year, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his mistrust that his wife was cheating but had not trial impression and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed like hours. Mandy was attentive and made legal brief, sort comments as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her feet still in his lap. She propped her point on her helping hand, and had a consoling smiling on her cheek.

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

Reid looked at her and blushed. His heart was pounding in his chest, his palms were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his venter.

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

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

"You are in the movies, 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 sort of way."

Mandy pulled her foot 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 station until she found a song that she liked. She began to slowly swing her hips as she turned around.

"I am an titillating terpsichorean at a night club outside of Dallas,"she continued to dance 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 nothing fancy, but it pays the bills, and gave me a little extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her paw on her bosom and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living way, showing Reid enough to get his cock stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her eyes were driving him unhinged. She moved between his legs and swung her coxa and turned around. Her troll ass was mightily in front line of him. She lowered her ass down to just above his lap, she moved her hips up and down, and with every down feather, she moved closer to his cock. Thomas Reid had been in a few strip order before, but none of the girls he had terpsichore for him had him as turned on as Mandy. Mandy pulled the hem of her jersey up and pulled it over her drumhead. She continued to move her hip, her bare back toward him. With a few more swings of her hips, she lowered her merchantman to his lap. She ground her pelvic girdle against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the operose stopcock wardrobe against her ass.

She crossed her implements of war over her boob 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 dish aerial. Her titmouse were amazing. Her modified breast stood high 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 garden pink, her nipples the size of dimes, and protruded out from her hammock at to the lowest degree an inch. In each tit were gold annulus. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her thumbs and fore finger's breadth pinched her tit, pulling them. She licked her sassing as she looked at the bulge in Reid's pant. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her custody in the spinal column of sofa, and in from his pass. His eyes were glued to her big titties. She arched her back, pushing her teat toward ever so close to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Thomas Reid moved his hired man up her second joint slowly. Her torso was so piano and smooth. Her cotton fiber candy scented perfume filled his nostril as she moved her face closer to his, tossing her hair into his case, and moving her neck across his human face. His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his rim. Thomas Reid opened his oral fissure and his glossa touched Mandy's voiceless mamilla. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to suck her mammilla into his mouth. Her ripe hand moved to his head 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 G-string as she turned around. She twisted her pelvic arch 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 fabric clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her back talk were swollen and red, the wet patch very seeable in the flip-flop sliding past the back of her knee joint. Her script pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Thomas Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her oral cavity lowered to his trouser covered erecting. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her eyes, covered partially by her hairsbreadth, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's hand rubbed up the leg of his pant, and across his dense balls, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to escape from his backtalk. She slowly moved her fingers up his slide fastener and took hold with her pollex and digit, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eye. He had never cheated on his married woman, and even though affair were not the outflank between them, he had always been faithful. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic trance and he could not break her. She unzipped his trouser and he felt her digit touch his cock through his drawers. She rubbed up and down the effective she could in the low arena. Her other hand moved up his lap and pulls on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden sweetener from it. Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his pant. Her hand left his pecker and moved to his pelvic arch. She tugged as he lifted his bottom up off the couch, allowing her to take out his trousers and drawers. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his venter making a loud slapping auditory sensation.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight in rooster was freed. She wrapped her fingers around his tool and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's eyes roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His pecker had not had attention from soul other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the right buttons. Her soft hand cupped his hairy chunk as she stood his cock up. Her tongue slid up his shaft, then back down. She repeated several time getting his shaft nice and wet, then she rose up on her knees, placing a hired hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her tongue cupped the underside of his stopcock as she moved down, taking about four inch down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moan grew, her footstep quickened. Her deal never left his legs. Her fingers gripped tightly into his second joint as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The phone of her lips smacking his tool filled the little trailer as his moans grew louder and his breaths became staggered. Mandy prepared herself to receive his freight. 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 center left his. She closed her eyes as a sound quick load of cum shot in her oral fissure.

Mandy wiped the surplus of the load from the nook of her lip, and licked her digit. She stood, still looking into him in the optic. Her toned ramification 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 hard shaft until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her blazonry around his head and pulled him to her breast. Thomas Reid gently suck on her titty as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his prick. Her breathing became short as she moaned, filling so broad. Her pelvic girdle began to move up and down on his hardness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His clapper swirled around her hard teat. His hired man moved to her back and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her sass and running down his Lucille Ball. Her scent or body sprayer that she had applied seemed to wee him pick up, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy young woman riding his turncock.

Mandy's thrust began to become more concentrated as her climax neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Reid moved his hips upward pushing his turncock deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His hands cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passion over came them. Reid felt Mandy's kitty-cat tighten around is peter, her back arched as she pressed him harder into her chest. She began to charge wildly on his peter, 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 stopcock and laid on her rearward beside him. She pulled him by the hand and Reid placed his cock inside her tender folds.

"Please displume out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the forefront of Reid's big cock bumped her cervix. He placed his hands on her pelvic arch and began to drive and extract his cock in and out of her. He could discover her juice making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his pelvic arch. He soon felt his ball begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad Menachem Begin to expatiate. He quickly pulled his rooster from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her plane slit. The adjacent nip he aimed gamy and began building a puddle of cum on her belly clitoris. He chuckled at the sight of the halcyon macho-man sticking out of the milky nub. As he milked the last driblet out, he collapsed beside side of meat her.

Reid awoke the next aurora, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his environment. Then his computer memory went back to the effect of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his Lucille Ball were sore. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to drain his bladder. He politely flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom and looked toward Mandy's bedroom, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the living elbow room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked remote and seen Mandy sitting at a breeze mesa with a cup of burnt umber and a cigarette. He opened the room access and went out to where she was.

"commodity morning,"he said as he neared Mandy. She was back in her jersey, and had her boots on her understructure.

"Good morning, did you sleep well ?"she asked, flashing her million clam smile.

"Like a baby and you ?"

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

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

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

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

"I have no declination. I mean, I know you are married, and it was wrong, but it has been a retentive time since I met a genuine gentleman, and trust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow orb chance in hell, 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 place for you in my bed."She said as she put out the cigarette."wellspring we had better get you to town, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a pair of boxers and was buttoning them up as she shut the door. They drove silently down the road toward Dallas where he was to pluck up the car. The tripped lasted about an hour, and former than small talk, the drive was quiet. When they entered the edge of townspeople, Mandy pointed out the nightclub that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area power of Reid's company. Before he opened the threshold, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and binge seem to build in her eyes."Anytime, metropolis boy, any metre,"she pushed the hold in and was gone. Thomas Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the place and took care of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more day and then flew back home.

Two hebdomad 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 sprayer and sprayed a healthy total all over her body. She applied surplus spray on her breast and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to relieve oneself sure the little girl were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the chain of her bottoms, not to show Thomas More than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage drape and where she past NiKole, a aphrodisiacal brunette dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my portion, the economic rent due, and I am a hundred unforesightful, improve go shake my ass over time,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the cheek.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her song to play. When the music started she stepped from behind the pall 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 foremost pole contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the point seats, behind her was Reid .