Long, tall Bucky looked up at the long, tall open space a dozen stories high within the Cape Canaveral Resort and Convention Center's atrium lobby. The busy hotel was yet another focus of tourism dollars in his adopted hometown. Everything back in Texas was big but this view held its own against the Lone Star state's reputation for size, a fitting venue for a space industry convention.
The lanky former high school cowboy had earned his ignominious name on the junior rodeo circuit. He wasn't good at staying aboard the wildly springing steers or broncos, getting regularly jibed by his buddies for getting 'bucked off', thus gaining his roster handle 'Bucky'. He retained the merited nickname even after the near-miss accident that could have left him crippled but fortuitously got him scared straight out of the circuit.
He drifted to the West Texas oilfields where, after a few years of rough-necking the rigs and along with a few newfound friends, he put all his modest worldly wealth on a wildcat lease. The resulting gusher set him up nicely. As independent in spirit as the wild mustangs he had been unable to ride, he sluffed off the commission voracious money mongers and followed his heart to another adventure as an amateur Wall Street speculator. His first counter-intuitive investment yielded the proverbial windfall that put him on Easy Street for the rest of his life.
The click-clack of approaching heels on the polished terrazzo floors disturbed his wonder at the spiraling view. He looked at the sound and saw his one-time high school girlfriend Birgit strolling across the resort hotel lobby, still strikingly gorgeous after all these years,
Her face lit up when she sighted her now middle-aged high school classmate, the heralded cowboy-oil baron-investment tycoon. The shadow of lost time had failed to dim her admiration for the tall lean man of her youth.
Ahh -- the good old days, when she had been a Foreign Exchange Student from Denmark deposited in Bucky's Texas hometown for her senior year. She had been the exotic foreign beauty whose accented English melted hearts and stiffened hard-ons.
She was the prize that had dropped into the star athlete's lap. Literally... her memories of Bucky's long hard cock sluicing her tight young pussy in the cab of his rundown pickup truck were refreshingly vivid in her mind.
Bucky was amazed at how Birgit's beauty hadn't diminished in 20 years; he had assumed her ubiquitous publicity photos were airbrush touched-up glamor photos. Now he saw that they were a feeble facsimile of the real flesh and blood image striding towards him: high cheekbones, flashing green eyes, the full dark umber hair and the hourglass figure still voluptuously curvy.
A slightly smaller replica of Birgit trailed sullenly behind her. The girl's casual outfit showed off her nubile but equally curvaceous assets: big round boobs tucked in a stretched white Mickey Mouse tee, her notable braless pokies prominently visible centered on his black disk-shaped ears. Lower down, a pair of tight black booty shorts exposed long trim legs propped on low black high heels. All topped off by casual, but subtly flirty, loose dark hair and makeup.
Obviously, this was the daughter Bonnie, whom Birgit had mentioned in her urgent text to Bucky. The spinner travel bag towed by the college coed verified his assumption.
Dr. Birgit Soderberg, Ph.D., Molecular Astrophysical Spectrography, was the keynote speaker at this annual space industry seminar, on a topic so deeply technical that Bucky wouldn't have understood half the vocabulary, let alone the underlying science it described.
Since returning to Denmark after her senior exchange year, she had blossomed further intellectually, completing her university studies in almost record time while mastering the meticulous scientific subjects. Her summa cum laude graduation fast-tracked her career into successively higher positions in the European astrophysical community.
The scientific beauty and brains combination led to a professional career that resembled a rocket launch. Its speed and brilliance were awe inspiring, her stellar reputation only mildly sullied by the vindictive rumors of mendacious affairs with her professors and subsequent career mentors.
But she was a genuine 'rocket scientist' whose gorgeous face and buxom profile were always welcome on cover of any space industry e-zine, click bait for lonesome laboratory nerds. Her energies were legendary, and all the more so as a single mother raising a daughter after the short tabloid-vilified marriage to a self-absorbed royal playboy rascal.
Birgit had brought along her daughter Bonnie on this American return tour but now realized that the crowded halls and stuffy presentations were not the most amusing venues for a fervent Danish 20-year-old hottie. It would be one more inducement for the bored young lady to find co-conspirators and carry on here with the infamous habits she pursued back in Copenhagen.
Birgit was concerned about Bonnie's ripening streak of post-puberty rebellion, eschewing her mother's cautions and counsel that she must seek out higher status companions. But Bonnie was intent on continuing her carousal with the Euro Rat-packers that she presently hung out with, a path her regretful mother had trod early on, and then toiled greatly to overcome.
Birgit was certain Bonnie's virginity was long gone. She just hoped any kinkier stuff was a 'try-it-once' curiosity and not a pathway to darker self-defiling behaviors.
And, what luck, when Birgit had contacted Bucky, he had made himself available to help her out of her predicament. She hoped he would take that 'fatherly' firmness that had been absent from her youngster's life while growing up with just her mother.
"Bucky! So good to see you again after all these years. You look wonderful. I've watched the news of your success. I always knew you'd do well."
"Damn, Birgit! You're prettier than a prairie full of spring flowers. How can you work so hard and stay so lovely? What's your secret?"
"Hah, you flirt! Good genes and lots of action."
She added a wink for emphasis on that last ingredient.
They chastely hugged and cheek buzzed in Euro fashion. Bucky turned to his first love's companion.
"And who is this young filly? Your daughter? Wow! Pleased to meet you, Miss Bonnie. You're the spitting image of your magnificent mother."
Bonnie rolled her eyes at the cheesy compliment. She heard that a lot and was quite tired of it. She wanted an identity of her own, with unique attentions for her own attributes, not a replica of her famous mother.
She moved towards Bucky, pushed aside his outstretch handshake, and bear hugged her soft braless breasts to his body, holding the clutch a little longer than sociable. Birgit saw the gambit and raised one eyebrow towards Bucky who seemed not to mind the sassy greeting, humoring the unabashed tit squashing hug.
