Author's Comment: This story is set in the relatively early months of Frank and Cheryl starting their relationship. If you've read the six part series "Frank and Cheryl," then this one would be in between Chapter Three and Chapter Four.
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The travel home had been miserable. Frank had been out on the west coast looking at the possibility of opening up some new franchise locations for his new gym business and what was supposed to have been a six hour non-stop flight home turned out to be an all-day complicated affair. His departure airport had been temporarily shut down due to a bomb threat. Then his non-stop flight ended up having to land half way across the country for some drunken idiot who caused a disturbance so great on the plane that the Air Marshals had to get involved. As a result of both, Frank's six hour non-stop turned into almost sixteen hours of travel. Add three hours on the front end of that for the time he spent working out, getting cleaned up, packing and getting checked through security at his departure airport when it did finally reopen and his day had been almost 20 hours by the time he landed at his home airport. And it wasn't over yet. He still had to get his bag, get out to his car in the long-term parking lot and drive almost an hour. It would have been a longer drive but he was staying at Cheryl's for the night. His trip had kept him away for ten days and it was the longest they'd gone without sex since their first date.
He had kept her updated through the day via text and a couple phone calls. She was disappointed that her plans for a long drawn out evening of sex play had been dashed but she was eager to have him in her bed whenever he got there. From Cheryl's perspective, Frank had always been a generous and competent lover and she thoroughly enjoyed every type of sex they enjoyed. Sex was her favorite past time and she never grew bored with it. She wasn't sure if there was something wrong with her or not from anyone else's perspective, but she didn't think so. She was a healthy adult female with a strong sex drive and no shame of it. Her reality was that she slept much better if she wasn't sexually frustrated in any way and although she had a drawer full of toys she could use to release her sexual tensions, nothing satisfied her needs like a good fucking from a real cock. She loved everything about a good stiff erection. She loved the smell (if the man maintained himself like Frank did), the taste, the feeling... in her hands, mouth, pussy or ass. She just loved the throb of a good steely hard cock. And she didn't feel like the evening was complete until she'd made the cock empty itself into or onto her, and she didn't care where. "Not in my eyes," was her one rule. That had happened in the past and stung like hell; not to mention being a challenge to wash out as it congealed.
So, she'd spent most of the day looking forward to Frank's arrival, planning on some energetic play. She needed to feel him against her; touch him; taste him; feel him moving inside her. She wanted to feel him unload his seed into her and fall asleep close to him, basking in the comfort of his presence while she felt his warmth spread inside her body. As the day progressed and his travel frustrations grew she adjusted her expectations but still needed to feel him. She needed her man... physically; not just his presence but the connected feeling that only comes from being fully penetrated and then filled.
When Frank finally got to her place he was near exhaustion. His bag wasn't heavy but it certainly felt that way on his shoulder as he went up her walk. She opened the door for him before he got to it, so he could step in and put down his bag and carry-on. He turned to her and they embraced. She was wearing just a t-shirt -- one of his. She loved that it smelled like him and because of the difference in their height and size, it covered her just enough to not be indecent, even out in public. If she bent over, that would be another story, especially since she never wore anything under it at home.
Frank held her close for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of her doing the same, just breathing in her presence and the warmth of her against him. As wonderful as it felt he was ready to fall over. He needed her bed and to hold her close as he fell asleep. He knew she wanted reunion sex but he wasn't sure he was even capable of getting it up as tired as he was. They kissed, tender with a side of passion, but not nearly as hungry as their usual kisses were. Cheryl took notice and felt a twinge of disappointment. She wanted her man to be as hungry for her as she was for him, but she acknowledged how tired he must be. That didn't ease her disappointment though and she felt her pussy juice at the thought of having his hardness slide into her. She NEEDED that tonight. It had been too long.
"Welcome home," she said, smiling up at him as his hands explored beneath the t-shirt. Even as tired as he was, he still would prefer to have handfuls of her naked ass as compared to her ass covered by anything.
"Thank you, baby," he replied with a tired smile of his own. "It's good to be here."
"You look exhausted," she said as they broke apart and he started to grab his carry-on. It held everything he'd need for in the morning. "Leave that," she suggested. "Just come to bed. The rest can wait." He thought for only a moment before agreeing with a nod of his head. Holding her hand, Frank let her lead him down the hallway to her bedroom. She stopped beside her bed and turned to him, reaching for his shirt and starting to unbutton it. She smiled up at him again as she pushed his shirt back off his shoulders, letting it fall. Her hands found his belt and then the snap and zipper of his jeans, undoing everything before pushing them down over his hips and then farther down his legs.
With a giggle, Cheryl pushed him back so he was sitting on the side of her bed, naked from the knees up, smiling down at her as she squatted down to untie his shoes, pulling each off, followed by each leg of his jeans. From her lower vantage point, she looked up at his crotch, disappointed to see that his manhood was completely limp. She wanted it as hard as she could get it but he looked ready to pass out. The selfish needs within her battled with her concern for him and his need for sleep. Oh, well, she thought. She could at least still be a little playful.
Having gotten him naked, she stood up, leaning over him as she did, kissing his thigh, then higher up and then giving his cock a quick lick and kiss before moving up farther to kiss his flat abs, a nipple and then climbing on the bed to straddle him, kissing him full on the mouth. Kneeling astride him she reached down and pulled the t-shirt she was wearing off, making herself naked on top of him and slightly grinding her sex down into his pelvis as she did so. He felt the wetness of her slit rub on his cock and immediately regretted how tired he was.
