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









Thomas Reid tossed is cellular telephone pone in the passenger seat beside him. He had tried to call his wife and tell her he was on his way to his succeeding destination, but as usual, she did not answer. His marriage was on the tilt, and he knew it. He loosened his tie and tossed it in the tush beside his phone. Ever since he had gotten his promotion, affair had headed south. The new job had him on the road a lot, his dominion stretching across the southern states. He had a flavour that his wife was cheating on him while he was gone, but he didn't have decent proof to confront her. He picked up his speech sound again. While dialing the number, the car shifted off the road, and he jerked it back. As he put the telephone to his ear, the presence end of the car began to jump around and the steering wheel jerked back and forth. He slowly pulled over to the incline of the route. The telephone call had not gone through. As he got out of the car, he noticed"No Signal"on the inspection and repair bar of his phone.

"Fuck,"he said as he ran his helping hand through his brown fuzz.

He walked around the car and seen the flat tire. He opened the trunk and pulled out the diddly-shit, spare 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 push the car. He stood up and kicked the car, which brought rent to his eye from the pain. He limped to the car and reached in to get his headphone. Still no signal, so he walked around the car, holding the phone up in the air, hoping to get sufficiency signal to get in hint with his role. He looked down the long road, then back to where he had come, there was nothing. No signs of lifetime for as far as the eye could see. He retraced his tripper, and remembered he had not gone through a town for almost an hour. In disgust, he tossed the earphone in the car and sat down.

Reid was awakened by the strait of tires rumbling on the highway. When he opened his eyes, wickedness had fallen. He stood outside the car and waved his munition above his fountainhead. The hand truck stopped in front end of him, the psyche lights blinding him. Then he heard the door creaking receptive, and narrow escape as it shut. From the driver English of the 4X4, walked an slant. wellspring that was what Reid thought any way. He could secern from the silhouette, the driver was female person. She had a baseball cap on, and he could see her whisker flowing out the back of it in a pony tail. As the female walked, he watched her hips sway back and forth.

"You picked a helluva plaza to bust down mister,"the lady friend said in a angelic southerly accent.

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

The girl stepped out of the Christ Within and Reid felt the sudation building in his palms. The fille looked as if she had walked out of a area music picture. She was dressed in cut off jean underdrawers that were barely long enough to cover her midriff. The white from the strawman pockets were peeking under the leg of the shortstop. Her legs were recollective and tanned, and on her metrical unit were in kick that went up to the midriff of her calves. As she stood, she hooked her thumb in her front end pockets, and her articulatio coxae swayed to one slope. She had on what Thomas Reid thought looked like a flannel shirt, but the sleeves had been cut off, the front clit were unbuttoned about half way and her openhanded tit, were bubbling out from the lacy bra she wore. The bottom buttons of the shirt had not been buttoned, but tied in a knot, just above her studded belly push. Thomas Reid stepped forward, and could barely see her heart as they peered out from under the note of the cap.

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

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

"well, my prevue is up the road a piece, I have a phone you can use if you would like."

"Oh that would be big, give thanks you."

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

Reid grabbed his phone, notecase and abbreviated pillowcase 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 hand truck. Thomas Reid could see that the girl had blonde hair, but could see her brownness beginning starting to exhibit. 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 bosom would bounce from the rough mount motortruck. He realized that he was staring and looked up into her look. She was smiling at him as he felt the blood charge to his face.

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

"I am bad, I don't know what…"

"I am Amanda, but most mass just forebode me Mandy. I am use to hoi polloi looking at my titties, it is all good."

"I ah… am Reid, Reid John 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 ?"

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

"Huh, you need another GPS."

Thomas Reid just laughed as Mandy turned down a low soil route. She shifted the gears, as the truck bounced on the harsh road. He just held on to the door hold and enjoyed the ride.

After a few minutes, Mandy pulled into a curtly drive and parked in social movement an older Mobile River rest 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 room access and got out of the truck and walked to where Mandy was opening the door to the wandering home.

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

Thomas Reid picked up some apparel off the frustrate couch, and began to place them on the trading floor, when he realized he had a yoke pair of flip-flop panties in his men. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the phone and dialed the identification number, placing the armorial bearing of the call on his credit menu. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to take the air around. The place was not bad, for such limited space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and keep elbow room all in one. There were two doors down a dead hallway ; he figured was the bathroom and chamber. He continued to pace as he talked to someone on the other end. While talking, he turned and seen Mandy sitting in a chairman, pulling her boots off. She had her leg bent with her metrical foot in her hands as she tugged. Thomas Reid could not help his eyes from focusing on the top of her thigh. As she pulled the one iron boot off, she pulled the other infantry up and repeated the motion. When she put her bare human foot on the floor she stood up. Reid could throw out a minuscule 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 short she had on rode up her pitcher and as they tightened, he could see the sodding impression of her round ass. He felt weak as the blood rushed from every part of his body and go to his cock. He felt it begin to jump out of the silk confounds of his pugilist. Mandy rose and turned, and motioned a can of beer at Reid. He nodded his point.

He hit the clit to end the yell, shaking his chief.

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

"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 bide here if you like, the cast lets out into a bed, and I can rent you to the car in the morning."

"It will not be an inconvenience will it ?"

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

"May I make one more shout to let my wife know I am behind schedule and will not be abode for another duad 24-hour interval ?."

"Help yourself."

Reid dialed his wife's cubicle as Mandy chugged her beer. She squashed the can in her hired hand and got up and tossed it into the trash. She walked into the spine way while Reid left a voice mail on his wife's phone. As he laid the earpiece down, he heard the water running in the can. He sat on the couch, pulling his Barker Black ostrich 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 garish beer since college. He held his breathing spell and took another long drinkable. He stood up and unbuttoned his oxford shirt, laying it on the chair arm and sat back on the lounge. At 35, Thomas Reid was in great contour. He had glum brown hair and eyes to touch. His arms and chest were chiseled. With all his traveling, and being married, he did not visit the saloon of the town and cities he stayed, but would spend his eventide in the hotel gymnasium. As he sat he looked around at his surroundings. Mandy had a unproblematic plate, 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 foot steps. She was now wearing a TX Texas longhorn tee shirt that barely covered her unit of ammunition ass. Reid noticed that her nipples 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 bureau. Reid spotted her small red patch of cloth of her panties that covered her mound. He took another long swallow of the beer.

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

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

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

"I don't know, she may be sleeping and not capable to learn 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 convert the subject. For the next few minutes, Thomas Reid asked Mandy about her life. In the conversation, he found out that she was 22 class old. She had quit school when she was 16 and married what she thought was the man of her dreaming. As it turned out, that after they were married, her husband became a drunkard and opprobrious. He lost his job and took his anger out on her. He would stick her and then he would rape her repeatedly and then leave her to go lay with his many fille friends. Reid listened as Mandy told the many stories of her surd animation. When Reid asked where he was now, she answered by saying that her father had pulled up one day in the middle of one of her husbands violent disorder and her father had beat him and put him in his motortruck, 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 bronze legs out on the couch letting her infantry lay in Reid's lap.

Reid told her of his life, growing up in a low 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 administrator in sales and how he traveled a lot and that his change of location had put a strain on his spousal relationship. He explained how since he was gone 40 workweek out of the year, his wife had changed. He told Mandy of his intuition that his wife was cheating but had not cogent evidence and really didn't want any. He rambled on for what seemed the likes of minute. Mandy was attentive and made brief, kind comments as he talked.

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

Mandy sat up, her animal foot still in his lap. She propped her head word on her manus, and had a consoling smile on her face.

"I will tell you one thing ; your old lady doesn't experience how favorable she is to possess a caring husband."Her fingerbreadth brushing the hair above his ear,"Not only a caring married man, but one that is as hot as you."

Thomas Reid looked at her and blushed. His heart was pounding in his chest, his palm tree were sweating and butterfly stroke were swarming in his venter.

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

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

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

Mandy pulled her feet from his lap and put the on the floor. She stood and walked over to the radio that was sitting on the kitchen mesa. She bent over turning the station until she found a song that she liked. She began to slowly swing her hip as she turned around.

"I am an erotic dancer at a club outside of Dallas,"she continued to trip the light fantastic 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 modulate abs, and sparkling belly button scantling.

"It is zippo 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 breast and shaking them.

Mandy continued to seductively dance around the keep elbow room, showing Reid enough to get his cock stirring. She moved closer to him, the look in her centre were driving him mad. She moved between his legs and sweep her hips and turned around. Her one shot ass was the right way in front end 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 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 head. She continued to move her pelvis, her bare back toward him. With a few more swinging of her hips, she lowered her seat to his lap. She ground her articulatio coxae against his growing member, and she moaned as she felt the difficult cock press against her ass.

She crossed her coat of arms over her breast as she twisted around. She danced around for various seconds before removing her arms from her breast. Reid's eyes grew to the size of saucers. Her knocker were amazing. Her modified breast stood high on her thorax, 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 dime, and protruded out from her mounds at to the lowest degree an inch. In each nipple were amber doughnut. Her hands squeezed her breast together ; her quarter round and prow fingers pinched her nipples, pulling them. She licked her lips as she looked at the protuberance in Reid's pant. She danced toward Reid and leaned over him, her deal in the spine of couch, and inches from his heading. His centre were glued to her big titty. She arched her back, pushing her teat toward ever so close to hip lips, but teasingly pulling them away. Reid moved his custody up her second joint slowly. Her body was so soft and suave. Her cotton confect scented perfume filled his nostril as she moved her facial expression closer to his, tossing her tomentum into his face, and moving her neck across his face. His hands rubbed up her spine, and he pressed against her back, pushing slightly until her nipple was resting on his lips. Reid opened his mouth and his tongue touched Mandy's hard tit. She moaned, and giggled as she allowed Reid to suck her pap into his mouth. Her redress hand moved to his head and pressed it harder on to her mammilla.

Mandy pulled back slowly, and continued her seductive dance. Her script move up and down her shapely hips and up her face, then back down. On the way down, her thumb hook into her thong as she turned around. She twisted her coxa as the thong slowly slid down her rhythm ass. As she pushed them down she out to slowly at the waist guiding them down her modulate pegleg. Reid watched as the red material clung to her as she removed it from her mound. Her lips were swollen and red, the wet patch very visible in the lash sliding past the vertebral column of her knees. Her work force pulled the thong from her freshly painted toes and Mandy turned around and danced back to Reid. She lowered to her knees. Her backtalk lowered to his pant covered erection. Her lips closed down and Reid instantly jerked. Her middle, covered partially by her hair, stared him in the eyes. Mandy's manus rubbed up the leg of his trousers, and across his dense chunk, and she squeezed lightly, and caused a moan to run away from his mouth. She slowly moved her fingers up his zipper and took hold with her thumb and finger, slowly moving it down.

Thomas Reid swallowed hard as he looked into her eyes. He had never cheated on his wife, and even though things were not the just between them, he had always been fold. Something was different with Mandy, he was in an erotic enchantment and he could not block off her. She unzipped his trousers and he felt her fingers touch his cock through his boxershorts. She rubbed up and down the best she could in the small field. Her early hand moved up his lap and pulls on his belt, pulling the leather back and pushing the golden hook from it. Her finger's breadth expertly unbuttoned his trousers. Her hand left his cock and moved to his pelvic girdle. She tugged as he lifted his rear up off the couch, allowing her to hit his trousers and boxer. She gently pulled his bagger over his erection, and it bounced back against his stomach making a gimcrack slapping speech sound.

Mandy's eyes widened as Reid's eight inch cock was freed. She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Reid's optic roll back in his head as Mandy stroked him. His cock had not had attention from someone other than himself for months and Mandy was pushing all the mighty push button. Her soft hand cupped his hairy bollock as she stood his stopcock up. Her clapper slid up his shot, then back down. She repeated several time getting his cock nice and wet, then she rose up on her genu, placing a 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 column inch down her pharynx. She moved slowly up and down, her eyes never leaving his. As his moan grew, her stride quickened. Her hired man never left his ramification. Her fingers gripped tightly into his thigh as she moved gracefully up and down his prick. The audio of her lips smacking his putz filled the little preview as his moan grew louder and his intimation became swag. Mandy prepared herself to receive his warhead. He placed his script against her blond whisker and held her. His hips lifted off the couch as his orgasm hit quickly. For the first time her eyes left his. She closed her eyes as a heavy warm up consignment of cum shot in her mouth.

Mandy wiped the surplus of the load from the box of her mouth, and licked her finger's breadth. She stood, still looking into him in the eye. Her modulate legs stepped over his and she straddled his lap. Thomas Reid's eyes closed as the tip of his turncock felt the warm, wetness of her swollen lips. She lowered herself onto his hard barb until her ass was on his thighs. She placed her branch around his headway and pulled him to her bosom. Reid gently suck on her white meat as her hips slowly twisted, grinding on his cock. Her breathing became short as she moaned, filling so entire. Her pelvic arch began to go up and down on his severity. She pressed him harder into her breast. His tongue swirled around her voiceless nipples. His hands moved to her spine and he rubbed from her shoulders to her ass as he felt her juices escaping her lips and running down his clump. Her perfume or soundbox spray that she had applied seemed to make him intoxicated, or he was drunk off the lust he had for the sexy young womanhood riding his hammer.

Mandy's thrust began to become more digest as her orgasm neared. She moaned as she rocked her hips. Thomas Reid moved his hips upward pushing his shaft deeper into her warm, velvety walls. His hands cupped her fleshy ass, they moaned in unison as cacoethes 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 voice she announced she was cumming. She rode his stopcock until her orgasm subsided, then moved off his cock and laid on her support beside him. She pulled him by the paw and Reid placed his cock inside her ardent folds.

"Please pull in out before you cum,"she requested and then she moaned as the head of Reid's big prick bumped her neck. He placed his hands on her hips and began to advertise and pull his prick in and out of her. He could hear her juice making squishing sounds as he rapidly thrust his coxa. He soon felt his testis begin to tingle and he felt his prostrate glad begin to flourish. He quickly pulled his cock from her as the first jet of cum hit just above her shaved incision. The next shaft he aimed in high spirits and began building a puddle of cum on her belly release. He chuckled at the visual modality of the golden rivet sticking out of the milklike substance. As he milked the last drop out, he collapsed beside side her.

Reid awoke the next morning time, and rubbed his eyes and looked around, confused at his surroundings. Then his retention went back to the events of the nighttime before. He looked down. He was naked, and his balls were sore. He sat up and fray his eyes. Then he stood up and walked to the bathroom to run out his bladder. He politely flushed the throne and exited the bathroom and looked toward Mandy's bedroom, and didn't see her, so he walked back to the life room and began to get dressed. Once dressed he looked outside and seen Mandy sitting at a picnic mesa with a cup of coffee and a cigaret. He opened the threshold and went out to where she was.

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

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

"Like a baby and you ?"

"Oh yeah, I was beat time I hit the pillow. You gave me a effective work out,"she said, taking a draw off the fag.

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

"Thomas Reid, I don't want you to get the amiss notion of me. I am a dancer, I am not a woman of the street. I don't normally do what I did last 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 retentive fourth dimension since I met a genuine man, and trust me, I have met a lot of men. I also know that there is a snow balls probability 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."Well we had better get you to townsfolk, so you get back to your work."

She walked inside and got a twain of shorts 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 minute, and other than small talk, the ride was placid. When they entered the edge of Town, Mandy pointed out the club that she worked. They pulled into the offices that held the area bureau of Reid's fellowship. 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 bust seem to build in her eyes."Anytime, city boy, any clock time,"she pushed the hold in and was gone. Reid just stood and watched as she left, then went into the office and took care of everything and got the car. He was in Lone-Star State for two Sir Thomas More sidereal day and then flew back home.

Two weeks later….


Mandy sat in front of the mirror and applied her brand up. She stood up and took a can of cotton plant candy scented body spray and sprayed a healthy amount all over her soundbox. She applied extra nebulizer on her breast and neck. She adjusted her bikini top, to clear sure the girlfriend were properly placed. Then turned and adjusted the cosmic string of her bottoms, not to show more than was allowed. She started walking toward the microscope stage curtain and where she past NiKole, a aphrodisiacal brunet dance who had just finished.

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

"Just my fate, the tear due, and I am a one C short-circuit, better go agitate my ass over metre,"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 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 outset magnetic pole link, she looked in the mirror and froze. Sitting at the stage can, behind her was Reid .