Neither rain, sleet, snow nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. This is the unofficial motto of the United States Post Office. Jack began his employment here when Ronald said he couldn’t keep the appointment for the examination. Jack, mired in menial jobs jumped at the chance and passed the exam with high marks. Later when the Navy Yard offer came through Jack declined and stayed put.
One reason being that Jack had begun to make lots of money and was slowly getting out from under the heavy debt he had incurred. The hours were all paid at straight time. This in direct violation of the national labor law that compelled business to pay time and one-half after forty hours. With the many hours that he worked also came the unregulated time to be at home. One night he left the job not feeling well and upon arriving at home discovered his sister-in-law babysitting.
It was 3:30 AM when Beth stepped from the car with the New Jersey plates. The slap wasn’t really that hard. The questioning didn’t last that long. The answer was also indirect. Beth said, naturally that they had been at a movie. She did not know the name of the movie or who played in the leading roles. The hurt lingered for quite a while, at least until Jack got his grove together. This started a long series of extra-marital affairs that Jack otherwise would not have done.
Women were starting to come to work in the postal system and Jack as union delegate waited to swoop them up like a crocodile at a Serengeti wildebeast river crossing. They fell to Jack as trees before a woodsman’s axe. So fertile was the field as he harvested the crop like a doting gardener. As long as they were ripe, Jack put them into his book as conquests. One week the clerk at " Roy’s Plaza", the Harlem motel that served as the spot for many of Jack’s trysts, gave Jack a knowing nod of approval as he signed in with a third different girl for the week.
It was as if Jack was making up for lost time, so many women, so little time. He was quite cognizant of being very discreet and since his hours were so irregular, he only dallied during normal working hours.
Enrolling in a home correspondence course he started to repair TVs in spare moments. Keeping always an extra ten in a hidden corner of his wallet, this became the money he had made while out repairing the TV. Tootsie Cooper, first to fall would have been left at the gate had it been up to Jack. She was pretty enough but the wife of a New York City policeman. Jack apparently felt she wasn’t worth the risk of getting shot. However, Paul and Paula, another dating couple, arranged the consummation of the affair. Paula was tall and georgeous, Tootsie, short and portly.
Several months after the event, Jack heard that she was pregnant and Jack was glad she had left the Post Office. Susan Brown was bumped the first day Jack met her. This girl was eighteen at the time and Jack quite a few years older. They stayed together about two years. Daphne French would have joined the string but a strange thing happened to prevent it. Jack had picked up Daphne in his Mercury with the see through top. This was the same top that one night with Paula, Paul and Tootsie in the car in front of Tootsie’s house, Jack made his decision to get away from possible trouble, like getting shot! And besides, Tootsie’s mouth and kisses tasted like corn on the cob.
Daphne lived in Brooklyn in a neighborhood totally unfamilar to Jack. She asked to drive and Jack obliged until she headed across a wide, wide street, Atlantic Avenue. Jack hadn’t been driving long and panicked when she stalled. Jack, it turned out was still prone to idiotic mistakes. He took the wheel and took the surprised and disapointed Daphne home. Later, when telling friends about the incident, he found out that Ms.French was heading for the high school Franklin K.Lane parking lot, scene of many, many night-time happenings. Daphne was the first of only three misses. Quite earlier Harold, a sage in Jack’s history, told him that every missed piece is missed forever. He told him that no matter how many others he got, he could not make up for it. Nowadays, when acting perspicacious, he passes these tidbits on to younger potentials. A mind is a terrible thing to waste!
Eunice Johnson was another Miss he missed. He tried and tried but she, dark and lively, was attracted to another. The black silky hair that covered her ebony legs was reminiscent of Shirley’s hairy stems. But he never got a chance to rub these. Eunice also sported a wisp of a mustache. All this only made her more alluring in Jack’s eyes. Jack and his buddy John Smalls used to say, "if you grin, you’re in". Jack also felt strongly that if a girl got into his car, generally speaking, she was his.
Myrtle Price was the third miss. Imagine his dismay when he found out that several others had bedded this pretty young thing. He felt badly but the percentage was still very high, so he didn’t let it worry him. Mary "Boogaloo" Holland, liked to be called "Ronnie". She was a skank. Jack had named her "Boogaloo" because of the way she walked. Every step she took orchestrated a part of her tiny body to do it’s own dance. Jack figured if she could do even a fraction of this vertical movement in a horizontal position she would be quite a lay. Elaborate plans were executed with painstaking attention to the numerous parts and details. Kirkland said yes to the room. Kirk had always told Jack about the room he rented and kept just for such occasions.
Just leave something for the cost of laundering the sheets. Arnold Bernstein took care of the marijuana. The skank smoked pot. A trip to Sherman’s Barbeque, produced the ribs, pig’s feet and potato salad. Soon all systems were go. Jack should have gotten vibes. He should have known by the stolen kisses behind the parcel post. After she tooted on the blunt, the taut, erect tits, the soft tear-drop shaped ass, all meant nothing. The girl simply could not get it on. Jack still refused to take a total loss. Despite her mental numbness, he pushed on, determined to get his money’s worth.
He recalled Harold’s advice. He took a long swig on the Johnny Walker, swished it around in his mouth and prepared to spend the night. After the drunken girl in Raleigh , he knew how to derive his own pleasure from a non-active partner. In her stupor, Ronnie never had control, probably didn’t care what was happening to her fine little hard body. Jack penetrated the course nappy, unkempt pubic hair and went for the gusto. He had all night! Jack, young and full of vim and vigor pumped and filled the tight little twat with load after load of fresh come. He would wipe it out and start over.
Another bust was Bertha. This girl a 90 day temp, gave Jack that look the first time she saw him. Bust was also an inadequate description of her chest. She measured there in the high thirties. Freshly from the south, married to a guy also working as a temp, she and Jack lunched the first day. Bertha certainly wasn’t hiding her desire for Jack and he should have known when a resounding thud whacked him in the head. Looking down after spitting out the heart that had jumped into his throat, Jack saw the peach pit that someone had dropped from a tall building.
This girl dominated Jack. She had him calling her after her husband had left for his midnight appointment at his own postal job. To achieve this asinine calling every night, Jack would either stay up or wake up at around midnight. He would disconnect the bedroom phone and whisper his message. One night Jack called and the husband answered. Jack undaunted, asked for the ficticious "Charlie". The husband handed her the phone saying, "It’s for you, Charlie". When the time for loving finally arrived and Jack lay there watching as the Gladys Knight look-alike began the perfunctory moves of a tired ecdysiast. The session was at best ho-hum.
But Jack vowed to make the best of it. Working his magic with the expertise of a more travelled player, he guided his rocket into inner space. and the raging fire pervading Jack’s loin was extinguished when she whispered in his ear, "I’m gonna take you away from your old lady". Never had so many become so few so fast! The eight hard inches melted to two inches of soft nub. From the prone position between her legs to kneeling along side her took mere milliseconds. What a waste. The soft orbs of flesh went begging to be kneaded. The tight, well rounded ass went untouched.
Brenda fitted to a ‘T’ the S.S. (Skank-Syndrome) that always weaved it’s mystical web around Jack. She sure wasn’t pretty. Pencil-thin and totally contrary to Jack’s ideal but with a great ass and tits for a girl her size. Brenda wore these funky, that’s funk as in smelly, boots and form-fitting hounds-tooth pant’s. People whispered behind her back about her not changing the clothes but the situation only whetted Jack’s appetite. The first time they were supposed to meet Jack waited over three hours. She explained how her husband had wanted to take her out and she couldn’t keep our date. The next time she was limited to a short time but Jack was determined to attain his goal. Ronald had told Jack of a flea-bag hotel in lower Manhattan and Jack began to frequent this place as often as Roy’s. Dinner in Chinatown and a pint of scotch had the couple on the way to the nearby hotel. Fried rice for Jack and lady’s choice for Brenda. A hot shower and his nubile skank had turned into a nubile queen. The night was short but very sweet.
Jessie sat next to Jack on the annual trek to Washington, D.C. As the union rep he had chances to greet and meet the flood of new female arrivals. This was tantamount to putting the fox in the chicken coop. A rep was allowed to choose several riders to accompany the union to speak to and solicit the congressmen. Naturally Jack picked all ladies. He hadn’t picked Jessie but she sat next to him on the trip. Upon arriving in Washington he asked her had his shoulder been comfortable. She replied that she was sorry that she had leaned against him. In reality she had only neared him and not touched him at all! Room numbers were exchanged and later there were other exchanges. The girl who had invited Jessie had a sister in town and when she left Jessie said "come on down". Jack had never been with a girl this tall before but learned that in the horizontal size is irrevelent.
After a quick shower Jack vaulted to the room to find the Amazon in a "Frederick’s of Hollywood" nightgown and a pose designed to seduce. The next thirty minutes were spent thrashing all the covers and sheets of this fine Ramada Inn all over the floor.
Jessie acted as if she hadn’t been touched this entire year. Jack calmly assessed the situation and with his ever expanding knowledge and experience gently took control of the night. With soft liquid kisses Jack began his trek around the world. He circled her mouth with fleeting tiny sweet kisses. Each kiss deepened, overwhelming her, stealing her breath and making her heart race as he invaded the moist hollows with his tongue, seeking, drawing, caressing. Her mouth was his and he indulged himself freely. Abandoning it at last to trail light feathery kisses against the neck and smooth curve of her shoulder. Despite the girl’s size she was no match for Jack.
He entered her and suddenly he was the astronaut in Apollo 13 ready for the ride. Houston reported "All systems go". Blast off-There were a series of lights, each cascading and exploding higher and with more brilliance, trying to outdo the other. Wider and wider, reaching their apogee, until they filled the hole in the apex of his mind. Later Jack felt just as small as he now felt large when together they entered, arm in arm the "Bohemian Cavern", site of Ramsey Lewis’ recording of "The In Crowd". Months later at a Mets' ballgame sponsored by the Post Office. Jack again escorted her. They arrived late and Jack felt that everyone in Shea Stadium turned to watch as Mutt and Jeff climbed the stadium steps. You got to take the good with the bad.
Somehow she had gotten on the wrong bus. She wasn’t pretty but she was phat. Her youthful exuberance fitted right into Jack’s scheme. Jack told her she didn’t have a worry, despite the fact that her parents weren’t going to be home when she got there. His car was in the garage at their stop in New York and he’d see to it that she got home safely. Once again the rabbit in the briar patch or the fox in the chicken coop Jack kept rolling on. The youngster did not stand a chance. Soon she was on her back with Jack carefully orchestrating the next moves. The firm flesh filled the spaces between his fingers and flowed back and forth delightfully. The ebony-tipped areola with it’s different texture came erect at the persistent urging of his tongue and finger. Another one bites the dust! Final Score: Jack, 34 hits and only 3 misses, not bad in any game.
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