My Dad got a job in California during the war and we moved there where I went to business college. I was set on becoming a successful businesswoman wh...n I let a friend enter me in a beauty contest. I finished runner up and met Frank Sinatra at the final. Frank pulled some strings and now I,m a successful actress with one failed marriage behind me, but I never forget my roots here in North Dakota.” she told me. I told her a bit about me, my experiences so far in the Air Force overseas and. Sam, the voice fitted. Sam the postman. Oh Jesus on the cross! Sam was over fifty, 5' 10”, thin as a rake and had a pock marked face under a head of unruly pepper pot hair. Sometimes he acted the local yokel, sometimes it wasn't an act. He may have been tall and thin, but his appendage was short and fat. Sam had been delayed that morning by a flat battery in the van. With one thing and another, he was two hours behind, and getting more so now. Not getting an answer to his knock, he had. We set out our boots and rearranged our clothes in our duffel bags after that.Chow was at 1700 hrs, you weren't allowed to talk in the mess hall, and had to eat quickly. We got a lot of strange looks from the regular Army guys. Following chow, Chris and I took a nap after showering. We wore towels going to and returning from the shower. Our dad had warned us to get sleep whenever we could. I noticed that Marge sacked out soon after we did.We were roused out of bed in what seemed like the middle. We started out slow, he carefully undid my bikini top, and touched my boobs... we kissed gently and pulled at each other. I got hotter than I ever have with a guy and began to feel my pussy get wet and tense. I moved closer to him, unlaced his trunks and saw my first real penis. Oh my god it was beautiful, it sprung up to meet me. I really couldn't believe how big and hard it was. I am used to sticking my finger in my pussy...and not even that, I usually just play with my clit until I cum. So,.