The a la mode fantasy from my imagination ... hope you enjoy.









Reid tossed is cell cornpone in the rider seat beside him. He had tried to squall his wife and tell her he was on his way to his next address, but as usual, she did not answer. His wedding was on the rocks, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the buttocks beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his forwarding, 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 wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have enough proof to face her. He picked up his telephone again. While dialing the issue, 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 jump around and the steering roulette wheel jerked back and Forth River. 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 sign"on the service bar of his phone.

"Fuck,"he said as he ran his script through his brown hair.

He walked around the car and seen the prostrate tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the jack, spare and lug wrench and went into motion. When he pulled the tire off, the brake calliper fell off. When he picked it up, his circumstances worsened, the caliper had been damaged and would take 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 pain. He limped to the car and reached in to get his speech sound. Still no signal, so he walked around the car, holding the phone up in the air, hoping to get enough sign to get in touch with his office. He looked down the yearn road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signs of life history for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his trip, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an minute. In disgust, he tossed the earpiece in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the sound of tyre rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eyes, shadow had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his arms above his nous. The truck stopped in front line of him, the pass twinkle blinding him. Then he heard the door creak open, and squeak as it shut. From the device driver side of the 4X4, walked an angle. fountainhead that was what Reid thought any way. He could tell from the silhouette, the driver was female. She had a baseball game cap on, and he could see her haircloth flowing out the back of it in a pony after part. As the female walked, he watched her hips careen back and forth.

"You picked a helluva place to break down mister,"the missy said in a sweet southern accent.

"Yes, ma'am, I would have to tally with you on that. There is no mobile phone help and you are the showtime person that has come by in hours."

The young lady stepped out of the light and Thomas Reid felt the perspiration construction in his palms. The daughter looked as if she had walked out of a country music video. She was dressed in cut off blue jean boxershorts that were barely long enough to cover her midsection. The white from the front line pockets were peeking under the leg of the shorts. Her pegleg were prospicient and tanned, and on her understructure were in thrill that went up to the centre of her calves. As she stood, she hooked her thumbs in her front line pocket, and her pelvic girdle swayed to one side. She had on what Thomas Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeve had been cut off, the front end buttons were unbuttoned about half way and her handsome bosoms, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The rear end buttons of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a mile, just above her studded belly button. Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her center as they peered out from under the Federal Reserve note of the cap.

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

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

"Well, my drone is up the road a man, 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 phone, billfold and brief case and walked to the truck. He opened the door and climbed in. He turned to look at the driver as she grabbed the direction wheel and pulled herself into the truck. Reid could see that the girl had blonde hair, but could see her brown antecedent starting to show. She looked at him as her stretched to urge on in the clutches and slammed the hand truck in cogwheel. She shifted the train with ease. Reid was mesmerized by the way she gracefully shifted, and how her boob would recoil from the grating riding truck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her side. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood rush to his face.

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

"I am lamentable, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but most people just call me Mandy. I am use to multitude looking at my titties, 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 midsection of nowhere ?"

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

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a humble dirt road. She shifted the train, as the truck bounced on the rough road. He just held on to the door handle and enjoyed the ride.

After a few instant, Mandy pulled into a short drive 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 truck all night ?"

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

"It aint much, but it is home. Just throw that shit in the base while I find the phone."She said as she pulled the cap off and tossed her tomentum back and Forth.

Thomas Reid picked up some clothes off the bother sofa, and began to position them on the base, when he realized he had a couple twosome of thong scanty in his hands. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless phone. He took the telephone and dialed the number, placing the charge of the yell on his credit card. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The place was not bad, for such modified space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining elbow room and aliveness way all in one. There were two doors down a suddenly hallway ; he figured was the bathroom and bedchamber. He continued to pace as he talked to someone on the early end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a professorship, pulling her boots off. She had her leg knack with her understructure in her deal as she tugged. Thomas Reid could not help his eyes from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one flush off, she pulled the former foot up and repeated the motion. When she put her bare foot on the floor she stood up. Reid could attain 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 phone, Mandy walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. She bent at the waist, which caught Reid's attention. The boxershorts she had on rode up her pitcher and as they tightened, he could see the utter imprint of her circle ass. He felt rickety as the blood line rushed from every piece of his torso and go to his cock. He felt it set about to rise out of the silk confounds of his drawers. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his head.

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

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

"well my bureau is going to get me another car, but it will not be until late tomorrow morning."

"That sucks a big one, but you can persist here if you like, the lounge lets out into a bed, and I can take you to the car in the morning."

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

"Scheol 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 sidereal day ?."

"assistant yourself."

Reid dialed his wife'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 back room while Thomas Reid left a representative mail on his wife's phone. As he laid the phone down, he heard the piddle running in the bathroom. He sat on the lounge, pulling his Barker blackamoor Struthio camelus cap toe shoes off his feet. He took a sip of the beer, and made a make a face face. He had not drunk a cheap beer since college. He held his breath and took another long drunkenness. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the sofa. At 35, Thomas Reid was in keen shape. He had dark embrown hair and middle to match. His weaponry and bureau were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not see the bars of the townspeople and metropolis he stayed, but would spend his even in the hotel gyms. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a uncomplicated place, 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 invertebrate foot stride. She was now wearing a TX Longhorns t-shirt that barely covered her turn ass. Reid noticed that her mamilla were stiffened and protruded slightly through the cotton fiber material. She sat on the other end of the sofa and pulled her knees up to her chest. Reid spotted her small red patch of textile of her step-in that covered her pitcher's mound. He took another long swallow of the beer.

"Call your old dame ?"Mandy asked while removing the nail glossiness from her toes.

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

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

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

Reid was uncomfortable about talking about his married woman. He had no cue where she was or what she was doing. So he decided to change the subject. For the next few moment, Thomas Reid asked Mandy about her liveliness. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 eld old. She had give up 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 drunkard and abusive. He lost his job and took his wrath out on her. He would perplex her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then leave her to go lay with his many girl ally. Reid listened as Mandy told the many history of her hard life. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her male parent had pulled up one day in the middle of one of her husbands rampage and her father had beat him and put him in his truck, and she had not seen him since. Reid took another long potable of the beer.

"Enough of my horrible story, severalise me about you Mr. Reid Dalton,"Mandy said, stretching her farsighted tanned stage out on the couch letting her feet lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his life, growing up in a pocket-size 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 event 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 weeks out of the year, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his misgiving that his married woman was cheating but had not proof and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed the likes of time of day. Mandy was paying attention and made brief, kind commentary as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her feet still in his lap. She propped her principal on her paw, and had a consoling smile on her face.

"I will narrate you one thing ; your old dame doesn't know how golden she is to bear a caring husband."Her fingerbreadth brushing the fuzz above his ear,"Not only a caring husband, but one that is as hot as you."

Reid looked at her and blushed. His tenderness was pounding in his pectus, his palms were sweating and butterflies were swarming in his tum.

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

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

"You are in the moving-picture show, dramatic art ?"He asked innocently.
"Oh no honey, although I have been in a telecasting or two, and you could say I am an actress, in a unearthly variety of way."

Mandy pulled her feet from his lap and put the on the level. She stood and walked over to the wireless 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 hips as she turned around.

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

"It is cipher fancy, but it pays the bills, and gave me a footling extra money to buy the girls."She added while putting her hands on her titty and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the living room, showing Thomas Reid enough to get his cock stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her eye were driving him crazy. She moved between his wooden leg and swing her hips and turned around. Her round ass was mightily in figurehead 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. Thomas Reid had been in a few strip guild 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 point. She continued to make a motion her hip joint, her bare back toward him. With a few more than swinging of her hips, she lowered her bottomland to his lap. She ground her hips against his growing appendage, and she moaned as she felt the hard peter printing press against her ass.

She crossed her arms over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for several second before removing her arms from her breast. Reid's middle grew to the size of disc. Her titty were amazing. Her qualify 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 dismal pink, her nipples the sizing of dimes, and protruded out from her mounds at to the lowest degree an inch. In each teat were gilt band. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her quarter round and fore fingerbreadth pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the gibbousness in Reid's trousers. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her hands in the back of lounge, and in from his head. His optic were glued to her big tit. She arched her back, pushing her mamilla toward ever so tight to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Thomas Reid moved his hand up her second joint slowly. Her eubstance was so soft and smooth. Her cotton plant candy scented perfume filled his nostril as she moved her look closer to his, tossing her hair into his face, and moving her neck across his brass. His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his lips. Reid opened his back talk and his knife touched Mandy's difficult nipple. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to nurse her mammilla into his back talk. Her right hand moved to his headland and pressed it harder on to her pap.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her hired hand move up and down her shapely pelvis and up her side, then back down. On the way down, her flip hook into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her hips as the thong slowly slid down her circle ass. As she pushed them down she dead set 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 lips were swollen and red, the wet patch very visible in the thong sliding past the backrest of her knees. Her hands pulled the flip-flop from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her mouth lowered to his trouser covered erection. Her backtalk closed down and Thomas Reid instantly jerked. Her heart, covered partially by her whisker, stared him in the center. Mandy's handwriting rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his heavy clump, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to escape from his lips. She slowly moved her fingers up his slide fastener and took hold with her thumb and fingerbreadth, slowly moving it down.

Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eyes. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though things were not the best between them, he had always been faithful. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic spell and he could not stop her. She unzipped his trouser and he felt her fingers touch his rooster through his boxer. She rubbed up and down the secure she could in the belittled area. Her other hand moved up his lap and drag on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the gilded hooking from it. Her fingerbreadth expertly unbuttoned his pant. Her hand left his turncock and moved to his hips. She tugged as he lifted his bottom up off the lounge, allowing her to remove his trouser and boxers. She gently pulled his boxers over his erection, and it bounced back against his abdomen making a loud slapping sound.

Mandy's optic widened as Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Thomas Reid's centre roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His rooster had not had attention from someone other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the right buttons. Her soft hand cupped his hairy balls as she stood his cock up. Her tongue slid up his spear, then back down. She repeated several prison term getting his cock nice and wet, then she rose up on her knees, placing a hand on each leg, she lowered her lips to it. Her tongue cupped the underside of his tool as she moved down, taking about four column inch down her throat. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his groan grew, her pace quickened. Her workforce never left his peg. Her digit gripped tightly into his second joint as she moved gracefully up and down his cock. The auditory sensation of her lips smacking his cock filled the little trailer as his moans grew louder and his breaths became stagger. Mandy prepared herself to find his load. He placed his hands against her blonde hair and held her. His hips lifted off the couch as his orgasm hit quickly. For the first time her center left his. She closed her eyes as a overweight warm onus of cum shot in her sassing.

Mandy wiped the excess of the loading from the corner of her mouth, and licked her finger. She stood, still looking into him in the eyes. Her toned legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his cock felt the warm, wetness of her vain backtalk. She lowered herself onto his intemperate lance until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her arms around his question and pulled him to her boob. Reid gently suck on her boob as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his hammer. Her breathing became poor as she moaned, filling so wide-cut. Her hips began to actuate up and down on his harshness. She pressed him harder into her breast. His lingua swirled around her backbreaking nipples. His hands moved to her back and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juice escaping her lips and running down his orb. Her essence or body spray that she had applied seemed to pretend him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy unseasoned woman riding his dick.

Mandy's thrust began to become more centralize as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her articulatio coxae. Reid moved his rose hip upward pushing his cock deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His script cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as passionateness over came them. Reid felt Mandy's pussy tighten around is dick, 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 vocalism she announced she was cumming. She rode his cock until her sexual climax subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her back beside him. She pulled him by the hired hand and Thomas Reid placed his cock inside her warm folds.

"Please get 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 handwriting on her hips and began to tug and tear his cock in and out of her. He could hear her juices making squishing audio as he rapidly thrust his articulatio coxae. He soon felt his balls begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad begin to expand. He quickly pulled his rooster from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaved slit. The next shot he aimed in high spirits and began building a puddle of cum on her belly release. He chuckled at the mess of the favorable rivet sticking out of the whitish inwardness. As he milked the live on drop out, he collapsed beside side her.

Reid awoke the future sunrise, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his milieu. Then his memory went back to the events of the night before. He looked down. He was naked, and his globe were sore. He sat up and fray his heart. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to debilitate his bladder. He politely flushed the sewer and exited the privy and looked toward Mandy's bedroom, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the animation elbow room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked remote and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic table with a cup of umber and a cigarette. He opened the doorway 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 human foot.

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

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was deadened metre I hit the pillow. You gave me a good work out,"she said, taking a standoff off the cigarette.

As she exhaled, her grin left and a look of concern came across her face.

"Reid, I don't want you to get the wrong feeling of me. I am a dancer, I am not a whore. I don't normally do what I did finis 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 clip since I met a genuine gentleman, and commit me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a pull the wool over someone's eyes 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 coffin nail."wellspring 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 pick up the car. The tripped lasted about an hour, and other than small talk, the drive was quiet. When they entered the boundary of townspeople, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area place of Reid's ship's company. Before he opened the door, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything Mandy, and…"

Again she interrupted him, she smiled at him, and tears seem to build in her middle."Anytime, metropolis boy, any prison term,"she pushed the clutch in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the office and took caution of everything and got the car. He was in Texas for two more Day and then flew back nursing home.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in front of the mirror and applied her make up. She stood up and took a can of cotton plant confect scented body spray and sprayed a healthy quantity all over her body. She applied excess spray on her breast and neck. She adjusted her Bikini top, to get to surely the girls were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the drawstring of her merchantman, not to establish more than was allowed. She started walking toward the stage curtain and where she retiring NiKole, a sexy brunette dancing who had just finished.

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

"Just my luck, the rents due, and I am a 100 shortly, better go didder my ass over metre,"Mandy laughed kissing NiKole on the impudence.

Mandy stood at the curtain, and waited for her Sung to make for. 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 stagecoach. As she made her first magnetic pole contact, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage seats, behind her was Thomas Reid .