I was sitting in a conference room a thousand miles away from where I wanted to be, listening to the final negotiations of the contract that I had flown here over a week ago to arrange. My boss had assured me that it would only take a day or two, but of course it didn't work out that way. By the time the lawyers were done going over every aspect and making change after change and we had finally come to an agreement, 9 days had gone by.
For 9 days I had been living in a hotel, wearing the same two suits day after day, sitting through the same meetings hour after hour, and worst of all, missing my girlfriend back home. She was supportive as always when I told her about my business trip, but I knew that she would miss me just as much as I missed her.
We talked every night but I need to hold her, needed to see her, smell her, touch her, and kiss her. Flashes of our last night together raced behind my eyes as I watched the various partners sign the contract. Trying to bring my thoughts back to the meeting before my cock decided to start tenting my pants I focused on what they were saying. "Fuck I can't wait to get home." I thought bitterly.
As I exited the building with the two coworkers that had come with me, a small hand suddenly forced its way into mine. Looking around I saw my girlfriend walking beside me as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Stopping in shock I pulled her into my arms. "What are you doing here?" I asked her.
"I had to come, I couldn't take it anymore." she said with a smile, "I needed my man."