Frank & Cheryl: The Proposal Pt. 01

Author's Note: For the sake of clarity and understanding the evolution of this couple, it's best to read the stories in the order of occurrence, although that differs from the order of publication. For the readers' knowledge: Cheryl is 100% a real person. Some of the stories shared are true, written from memory. Some are fantasies that Cheryl said she wanted to make true someday. To get a full appreciation for the story-line, read them in this order:

Frank & Cheryl Seven-part series - 01-06 (there's a 3 & a 3.5)

Cheryl's Surprise Visits to Frank

Cheryl Under Control

Frank & Cheryl: Homecoming Surprise

Frank & Cheryl: Friday Morning Fuck

Cheryl's Gangbang series

Cheryl Got Us a Kitten

Cheryl's Circle Jerk

Frank & Cheryl: The Proposal Series

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On any typical Wednesday evening, Cheryl got off work about four and would go to my place. We usually got there about the same time, would relax some, have dinner, play through the evening and then go to bed. We always slept naked, sometimes waking one another in the night for some play, sometimes waking up in the morning before the alarm and playing while we had time. On this particular Wednesday I had arranged a surprise for Cheryl, and it required us to go straight to the airport when she got off work. I had packed weekend bags for each of us, bought airline tickets, made hotel reservations and more. I had coordinated with her supervisor and arranged for her to be off on Thursday and Friday. It was a complete surprise for her that we were going to enjoy a four-day weekend in a far away city. You see, we live on the east coast, and I had made plans for us to take a trip to Las Vegas, Nevada.

The look on my lover's face was one of delighted surprise when I walked into her office. "Hey there," she said with a smile, "What're you doing here?"

"I have a surprise for you," I said, just as her supervisor came into the office behind me.

Before Cheryl or I could say anything, her supervisor said, "You're off until Monday, girl. Frank apparently has a surprise for you and I've approved your leave for Thursday and Friday. Enjoy!" Then she turned and walked back out.

"A surprise, huh?" said Cheryl with a smile as she got up and started gathering her things.

"Yep," I said with a big grin of my own, but I didn't add anything more than that. Holding hands we went out to my car where I opened the door for her and enjoyed the view of her legs as she got in.

I went around to the driver's side and as I was getting in, I saw her reaching under her knee-length dress and take her panties off. It was a rare occasion she wore underwear at all, and while I would have been surprised at her taking them off for no apparent reason, I really knew what the reason was. I didn't have to say anything as the look of delight on my face communicated all that needed to be said to my lover. She smiled a big smile at me as she put the small thong into my glove compartment. "If we're going to enjoy a four-day weekend, I don't guess I'll need underwear until Monday... maybe."

"You are absolutely correct," I confirmed as I got the car started and headed out. We made small talk about our respective workdays until I started to get close to the airport. At that she looked at me and arched her eyebrows, but she didn't ask anything. She was going to enjoy every bit of the surprise I could provide.

We parked in the covered garage, and I got the luggage out of the trunk. We didn't have to check any luggage as everything fit in a carry-on each. We checked in at the counter and got our boarding passes. That was when Cheryl found out that we were going to Las Vegas. Our flight was taking off at seven and it was about a five-hour flight, but with the time difference it would be about nine in Vegas when we landed; not TOO late in the evening. Time enough to get to the hotel, get as minimally unpacked as was necessary, maybe get a drink or play some slots before going to bed. Security was efficient, so it didn't take us long to get through. Before long we were in our seats and the plane was taxiing down the runway.

I had purchased first class tickets so we each enjoyed an adult beverage when the drink service started. We didn't guzzle them, but we didn't milk them either. About a half hour into the flight we had finished them and I suggested we try to nap a bit. I didn't want us to be too exhausted when we got to Vegas. Cheryl understood and agreed, and we both titled our seats back, trying to get a bit of shut eye.

I woke up to a hand rubbing my crotch in the dark cabin. I opened my eyes and saw Cheryl leaning over toward me, her eyes on mine as her hand rubbed the growing lump of my cock through my jeans. "Hey, there," she said very quietly, a devious smile on her face.

"Hey, there yourself," I replied just as quietly. I glanced around and realized that most of the other passengers were sleeping. There were no flight attendants visible. Her hand kept rubbing my cock through my pants. I was very soon going to be at full erection and uncomfortable unless I was able to loosen up my jeans.

"Wanna join the mile high club?" she asked me with a grin. I looked around again with what I'm sure was a slight look of shock on my face. I thought she meant right there. She could see what I was thinking. "Not here, silly," she said. "We'll go to the bathroom."

I balked at that thought. I'm far from fat and she's very petite but still, have you been in an airplane bathroom lately? And wouldn't a flight attendant see us going in? Once again, my lover seemed able to read my mind. "The bathroom in the back of the plane has a bit more room because it's handicap accessible. It's the one on the right. I'll go back first, and you follow me in a minute or so."

"You are so bad," I said with a grin, but then I quickly added, "See you there." She leaned in closer to give me a quick peck on the lips and then got up, heading toward the back of the plane. I stayed in my seat, counting to a hundred in my head and trying to imagine doing maintenance work on my car. I needed to distract myself from what was waiting in the bathroom so my cock would shrink some before I walked nearly the entire length of the plane. I think I counted faster the closer I got to one hundred, but soon I was walking down the narrow aisle of the plane. There were two bathrooms in the back and the one on the right, as Cheryl had said, had a small handicap placard on the door. The red/green lock engaged indicator was green, so I pulled open the door and stepped in. The only flight attendant I had seen since getting up was in the front of the plane and I assumed that they must have all been up there chatting for a few minutes while most of the passengers slept.

In the bathroom, which still didn't have much space in it despite being handicap accessible, I found Cheryl with her dress pulled up around her waist, her butt backed up against the small counter / sink combo, her right foot up on the toilet seat cover and her right hand playing in her pussy. Her juices were shiny on her fingers, and I knew she was as wet as she seemed to perpetually be. I closed and locked the door behind myself, carefully stepping in as I began to undo my belt and open my jeans. My cock was quickly growing again, and I was eager to bury it into her hot wet sex.

I pushed my jeans and underwear down together and as I stood up, I felt Cheryl's pussy-juice-slicked hand grasp my length. I was nearly fully erect but was certainly hard enough to penetrate her. We were both eager and had the same thought: get my cock in her and grow to full erection while I was pumping. I stepped closer as she spread her legs as far as she could in the small space and her hand guided my hardness to her entrance. We moved together as I sank my length into her welcoming body, both our hands reaching for the others' hips, pulling our bodies closer together, ensuring full penetration even as our mouths met in a passionate kiss. Our slick tongues danced around each other even as our sexual organs were joined.

And then I began pumping. Cheryl managed to slip one hand down between us to rub her clit while I stroked my length steadily in and out of her. I could feel her juices flow as my balls got wet with it. I wasn't sure if either of us had a plan. Were we going to fuck until I came? She was already building to her first orgasm. To qualify for the mile-high club did we both have to orgasm? Or were we already members since we were fucking in the plane, 38,000 feet in the air? Somewhere in the back of my head the nerd in me thought we actually were joining the seven-mile-high club but that thought came and went pretty quick. I was lost in the pleasure of Cheryl's clutching pussy, so hot and wet and slippery, massaging my cock as I continued to stroke my full length in and out. In our kiss we were both moaning into each other's mouths. I guess it helped us be quiet but I'm not sure either of us cared. We kept fucking.

After she had cum a second time I started to wonder how long we'd been in the bathroom and if we were going to keep going. My lover answered that question for me. "Come on," she encouraged me, putting both hands on my hips and pulling me harder... faster. "Fuck me faster. Get yours. I wanna land in Vegas full of your cum."

Okay, I thought, speeding up my thrusts. Someone will knock if they need the bathroom, right? I moved my hips as fast as I could without sacrificing depth of stroke. Intercourse always felt best to me when I was pumping my cock from just the head in, to balls banging deep. Just another few minutes later and I felt that tightening sensation that indicated my orgasm was approaching. I moaned and Cheryl knew what was up. All of a sudden I was fucking a vocal cheerleader.

"That's it, baby," she said. "Gimme that cock. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Use my pussy." Her hands were pulling at my hips as hard as she could manage I think, and I vaguely became aware of the noise we were making as her body was being slammed back and forth on the small sink countertop. She kept cheering me on. "Come on. Harder. Fuck me. Cum way up my cunt!"

My orgasm was inevitable and not far behind her last words as my groin tightened, seized and then began to pulse, that wonderful feeling of exploding fire traveling from the base of my balls, the length of my cock and then jetting searing liquid into my lover's clutching pussy walls. As I came, I kept my length buried deep, barely moving to keep the necessary stimulation on my cockhead to keep the orgasm alive as long as I could. Cheryl realized my moans were getting louder and pulled my face back into a kiss, muffling my moans with her tongue as she seemed to search for my soul with it.

And then paradise had passed, and my slowly softening cock was wilting out of her freshly-fucked-open sex. As I pulled my cock out, I looked down and stepped back, surprised to see Cheryl pull her left leg up so she was literally sitting on the edge of the small countertop, her pussy open wide and then, as I watched my cum flow out of her hole, I realized she was draining her sex onto the floor rather than have it run down her legs as we walked back to our seats.

I knew I'd have to pee in just a minute or two, so she grabbed some Kleenex, wiped herself and some of the puddle up off the floor and then left the small bathroom after giving me another kiss. Five minutes later I was back in my seat as well and taking a nap didn't seem like it would be any challenge at all. We fell asleep holding hands, and both woke up when the cabin lights came on as we began our descent into Vegas.

As I pulled down our carry-ons from the overhead compartment Cheryl looked at me with a big grin on her face and said, "I feel quite refreshed. Like I've been fucked and had some sleep." The nearest flight attendant heard her and smiled big. I noticed that the flight attendant was examining Cheryl from head to toe, just like a guy would who was sizing up the chance of some play.

Neither of us had realized we'd been seen or watched coming and going from the bathroom but apparently this flight attendant had seen us. "Probably because you have," she said with a big grin. She was a good-looking brunette, a little taller than Cheryl, probably about five foot three, but with some additional curves. Her chest had to be a D-Cup minimum, her brunette hair hanging down her back in a long braid, and her hips flared -- and I briefly thought about how great they looked as hand-holds to pull that ass back against my cock. Cheryl's voice quickly brought me out of my brief daydream.

"You got that right," Cheryl replied, her smile still big and full of mischief.

"Glad you enjoyed the flight," said the attendant as we walked off the plane.

"Thanks!" I said with a smile of my own. I looked back and saw the flight attendant watching Cheryl's ass. Idly I wondered if we'd missed an opportunity, but the potential moment was long gone so I focused on Cheryl's ass as well, watching it sashay up the jetway.

We made our way through the airport and out to the taxi stand. I had used the app to get us an Uber and it arrived just a minute later. Twenty minutes later we were checking in to Caesar's Palace. At the front desk when I presented my ID and credit card the desk clerk's face lit up when she saw the reservation.

"Yes, sir!" she said with enthusiasm, despite the later hour. I'm not sure it's ever really 'late' in Vegas but it was close to ten pm and she was acting like it was the beginning of her shift. Cheryl looked surprised but she didn't know what room I'd reserved for us. The desk clerk gestured to a bellman who stepped over smartly.

"No need for that," I said. "All we have is our carry-ons."

"It's required, sir," said the desk clerk. "We're required to give you a tour of the suite and make sure you know where everything is, understand the full list of services available and such."

When the desk clerk said 'suite' Cheryl paid attention and looked at me. I just smiled in reply. With the prerequisites taken care of at the desk, we followed the bellman to the elevator, watched as he swiped a key card on the reader to unlock the top floors and pushed the top button. Cheryl saw it and looked at me again but didn't say anything. I just smiled at her thinking about how much the weekend had cost me but also thinking it would surely be worth it.

On the top floor we got out and followed the bellman to a large set of double doors at the end of the very short hallway. "Here we are," he said, using my key card to unlock the doors. Cheryl's eyes did go wide just a little bit when she saw the sign next to the room entrance. PRESIDENTIAL SUITE

The bellman led us in, closed the door behind us and turned on the main switch for lights. I have to admit, I probably had a look of wonder on my face. I know Cheryl had a look of pure awe on hers. The bellman showed us the kitchen, the bar, where everything was in the bedroom and the master bath. He showed us the guest bath, the hot tub and where the controls were for it and then he pointed out how both the living area sofa and the king bed in the suite both had panoramic views of the Vegas strip. I always thought it odd that the lights of the strip were both so garish and so beautiful at the same time.

I tipped the bellman handsomely and closed the door behind him. As I turned around, I was surprised to find Cheryl launching herself at me, her arms going around my neck as her legs circled my waist. I caught her and held her as she pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. When she finally backed off for air I smiled big and asked, "What was that for?"

"I just love you," she said, still wrapped around me.

"I love you too, baby," I said and kissed her again. Then I said, "Now climb down off me so we can go get a drink, maybe gamble a little, do some people watching and then come back up here."

As Cheryl loosened her hold on me and climbed down, she looked over at the huge living room window, through which she could easily see most of the strip. "Will you fuck me up against that window?"

"Of course," I said with a grin. I was feeling very confident thanks to her reactions so far and the plans I had left for our four-day weekend. "In fact," I added, "I'm going to fuck you in every room, on every surface, in every hole before this weekend is through."

"Oh, goody!" she said with a grin. In the bedroom we both pulled our ditty-kits out of our carry-ons and put them in the bathroom. I didn't see the need to unpack any more than that just then. Neither of us brought or slept in pajamas and we wouldn't need clean clothes until the morning. For now, our goal was a drink, and enjoying some small amount of Vegas life before bed when we finally reached our limits later.

Making sure we had keycards for our room, we headed down to the casino floor. We wandered a bit, holding hands, looking for just the right set of slot machines we wanted to try out. We found a set that showed some recent winners had collected decent amounts and sat down. I gave her a hundred-dollar bill to put in the machine and did the same in mine. As is typical on any slot machine, we both won some and lost some and that $100 we each started with went up and down. A waitress came by and took our drink order and was very shortly back with them. When we were both up a bit on the slots we cashed out, carried our drinks and walked around some more. We hit another couple slots that looked interesting, each had another drink and then decided we were about worn out. We headed back up to our room and got ready for bed. We left the curtains open in the bedroom so we could enjoy the views both before falling asleep and when we woke up. The windows didn't face exactly east so we didn't think the sun would wake us too early. Naked, as always when we slept, we snuggled up, our legs tangled, my arms around her and sacked out. It wasn't quite midnight Vegas time, but our bodies were still on east coast time so even though we'd had a nap on the plane, we'd otherwise been awake almost 24 hours each. We slept like the dead.