Nadine's Past

As Nadine's father Nelson sat patiently in the airport terminal, his gaze fixed on the arrivals board, he couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. She was late. Not much had changed since she was a teenager. Punctuality had never been Nadine's strong suit, he reminisced, recalling the countless times she'd kept him waiting due to her escapades. It wasn't just about being fashionably late; it was a pattern, a side effect of her extraordinary endowment.

Certain memories lived rent-free in his head. The hoarse grunting coming from her room every time he came home from work. The violent rhythmic rattling and rumbling of furniture and her suppressed whimpering. He would just walk by her room and into the kitchen to make himself coffee, focussing his attention on the sputter of the coffee machine. After a while, the sounds coming from down the hall would die down, and a few minutes later, he’d hear the guy sneak out and leave the house.

Another ten minutes passed before his daughter appeared in the kitchen doorway, still flushed with sweaty strands of hair sticking to her face, her massive boobs hung asymmetrically in her favorite comfort tank top. The awkwardness was palpable, so they engaged in a little small talk while she went to the fridge and greedily gulped down half a bottle of orange juice.

Nelson: "What have you been up to lately?"*

Nadine: "Nothing exciting."

Nelson: "Is everything okay at school?"

Nadine: "Yeah, school's fine."

He wouldn't dare to ask who she had been with after they got into a big fight about it once. So he assumed it was just some guy "helping her with homework," as she put it.

Nelson: "Good to hear. Any plans for later tonight?"

Nadine: "Just hanging out with friends, nothing major."

He had a vague idea of what that meant. In a small town like Cringewood, rumors spread like bushfires. And some of the insinuations made by her teacher, Mrs. Hayworth, left him afraid to ask Nadine why she was always late to school, or why she and her friends would be back from the lunch break an hour later than everyone else. He also didn't dare to ask why her coach volunteered to drive her home after PE by taking a suspiciously long detour. He just didn't want to know, what everyone else in Cringewood seemed to know. But each and every night, as the rumbling and panting down the hall resumed once more, he would pray to god she wouldn't get pregnant.

Nelson was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts by the presence of this gorgeous but impressively busty flight attendant standing right next to him. "Dad!" Nadine exclaimed with a warm smile. Nelsons' eyes widened with surprise and affection as they finally reached the face of his daughter. "Nadine! You're finally here," he said, with relief in his voice. "Were you late again?" he asked.

Nadine's smile faltered momentarily, her brow furrowing in confusion. "...laid?" she asked checking her uniform nervously for any hints that might have betrayed her.

Her dad noticed her bewilderment and followed her eyes down her body. Her massive breasts were somewhat lopsided and her blouse was wrongly buttoned with a gap big enough to catch a glimpse at one of the massive laced bra cups. "I meant, was your flight delayed?" he clarified.

Nadine's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she still felt the security officer's handprint throbbing on her butt. "Oh, airport security held me up. There were a few complications during screening." Her dad furrowed his brows slightly, a hint of concern in his voice. "What happened?"

Nadine waved a dismissive hand, "Nothing serious. Just some additional checks they needed to do. You know, standard procedure when you come from a country in South America." She tried to discretely readjust her bra and turned a little bit to the side so her dad wouldn't see her rebuttoning her blouse. Her dad's expression softened, "Well, as long as you're safe and here now, that's all that matters," he said, trying to push away any lingering concerns.

Nadine nodded, her hazel eyes sparkling with affection. "Of course, Dad. Wouldn't miss visiting my old man for the world." Together, they continued toward the exit, the bustling airport fading into the background as they relished the simple joy of being together again.