Homerun2611
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Tucker Johnson ("Tuck or TJ") was a retired fighter pilot from the US Navy. He had flown in Iraq, Afghanistan, hell he had even flown at Top Gun/Mirimar and instructed there also, in his time he was one of America's best. He served 20 proud years after graduating from Annapolis with honors. At 52 he would retire to a handsome Navy pension, so he had to survive 8 years in a civilian job. He knew how to really do two things, command men and fly. With his war record, every major airline wanted him and given that he had his choice he chose the offer from British Airways. The were the highest paying, classiest airline with the best food and prettiest stewardesses and he liked having his name associated there. He was put right at the top, piloting luxury jumbo jets and special chartered jets between LA and either London or Paris.
Coming out of college, a shiny new Leiutenant, TJ had been assigned to the 32nd Street Naval Station in San Diego, a plush assignment. Tuck had met Tiffany, within two nights of living there. Tiffany had gone to Arizona St. and majored in cheerleading and looking hot, and had gotten a job as a bartender who liked the idea of having a San Diego Chargers cheerleader pouring beers for the local customers, who tipped her generously. Tiffany had been looking for her Mrs. and Tuck feeling the hubris of youth, had picked the sexy bartender up, enjoyed her repeatedly that night, every orifice, and her pussy twice, all unprotected. One of those two resulted in Bethany. One month after their wild night, Tiffany showed up at the barracks, and notified Tuck of her bun in the oven.
Tuck was an honorable man, raised from good midwestern roots and he married Tiffany in Las Vegas that next weekend, while she could still fit in a normal wedding dress. He was in dress whites and she in a beautiful dress, with the two other cheerleaders and his navigator and another good friend as the wedding party. The first few years of their marriage were hot. She had Bethany, but a ritual of pilates and yoga had her looking fine in only a few short months, and they somehow fell in love or at least deep lust. Bethany was a Daddy's girl from the outset, and the absolute apple of his eye.
Tours of duty eroded the marriage. Tiffany turned to drinking, and more than a few men enjoyed the Lieutenant, then Lieutenant Commander's wife. When he reached Commander and Captain, no Navy man dared touch her, so she went the civilian route. Tuck was gone, but Bethany figured out what was going on, and when Daddy came home, she would cry telling him of her mother's transgressions. Not that Tuck was a perfect angel oversees, but he had truly loved his wife, and loved his daughter more, and had largely stayed faithful, particularly for a fighter jock.
Now in retirement, they agreed to stay together, the life she had lead had them both at 44, but Tiffany looked 55, and Tuck looked 35. She still drank too much, but the fooling around was done. He still had the same rugged good looks and hard body of the young Lieutenant who played beach volleyball in Annapolis, and the beaches of San Diego. He worked and tried to enjoy spending some time with his daughter. She beat her mother in every way, but she also was a cheerleader, at UCLA, and a theatre major, with the voice of an angel.
They were so close that people that saw them together questioned their Daddy/Daughter relationship, she would flirt and play with her handsome father, and bring him around her friends that would do the same. They would go out dancing together, and were very close, but the whispers were flat out wrong, not that his daughter wasn't his perfect woman, but he never would have done that to her. He was just a very proud, and good looking father. She got a job straight out of college, booked on a Soap, and now they communicated every day by text.
It was just today he received a text from her, asking if he remembered her friend and if he could do her a favor?
Coming out of college, a shiny new Leiutenant, TJ had been assigned to the 32nd Street Naval Station in San Diego, a plush assignment. Tuck had met Tiffany, within two nights of living there. Tiffany had gone to Arizona St. and majored in cheerleading and looking hot, and had gotten a job as a bartender who liked the idea of having a San Diego Chargers cheerleader pouring beers for the local customers, who tipped her generously. Tiffany had been looking for her Mrs. and Tuck feeling the hubris of youth, had picked the sexy bartender up, enjoyed her repeatedly that night, every orifice, and her pussy twice, all unprotected. One of those two resulted in Bethany. One month after their wild night, Tiffany showed up at the barracks, and notified Tuck of her bun in the oven.
Tuck was an honorable man, raised from good midwestern roots and he married Tiffany in Las Vegas that next weekend, while she could still fit in a normal wedding dress. He was in dress whites and she in a beautiful dress, with the two other cheerleaders and his navigator and another good friend as the wedding party. The first few years of their marriage were hot. She had Bethany, but a ritual of pilates and yoga had her looking fine in only a few short months, and they somehow fell in love or at least deep lust. Bethany was a Daddy's girl from the outset, and the absolute apple of his eye.
Tours of duty eroded the marriage. Tiffany turned to drinking, and more than a few men enjoyed the Lieutenant, then Lieutenant Commander's wife. When he reached Commander and Captain, no Navy man dared touch her, so she went the civilian route. Tuck was gone, but Bethany figured out what was going on, and when Daddy came home, she would cry telling him of her mother's transgressions. Not that Tuck was a perfect angel oversees, but he had truly loved his wife, and loved his daughter more, and had largely stayed faithful, particularly for a fighter jock.
Now in retirement, they agreed to stay together, the life she had lead had them both at 44, but Tiffany looked 55, and Tuck looked 35. She still drank too much, but the fooling around was done. He still had the same rugged good looks and hard body of the young Lieutenant who played beach volleyball in Annapolis, and the beaches of San Diego. He worked and tried to enjoy spending some time with his daughter. She beat her mother in every way, but she also was a cheerleader, at UCLA, and a theatre major, with the voice of an angel.
They were so close that people that saw them together questioned their Daddy/Daughter relationship, she would flirt and play with her handsome father, and bring him around her friends that would do the same. They would go out dancing together, and were very close, but the whispers were flat out wrong, not that his daughter wasn't his perfect woman, but he never would have done that to her. He was just a very proud, and good looking father. She got a job straight out of college, booked on a Soap, and now they communicated every day by text.
It was just today he received a text from her, asking if he remembered her friend and if he could do her a favor?