Hello! I am back with another installment of My Side Slut, April! As always all characters are over the age of 18.
I suggest you read the previous chapters of the story for context, but if you are just here for some sexy fun, it's not necessary.
Feedback is appreciated so feel free to reach out or comment.
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It was embarrassing, really, standing in the airport arrivals area with an erection hard enough to cut glass. I was a man in my forties, but I was as excited as a 14 year old waiting for his first, promised handjob.
April had only been gone just under a week, and it was not like I had been chaste without her. I had fucked a young Asian waitress in my marital bed, and had rough, dirty sex with some girl from a bar, and had even managed to fuck my wife a few times.
Still. None of them were April. She had blown into my life like a hurricane, almost immediately declaring that she was my side slut and taking me on a sexual path I could never have imagined. She came to work for me at my record shop, and soon I was inside of her, lost in lust for her. I was dying to fuck her again, hence the hard cock I had tucked up into the waist band of my underwear to hide.
I should not have been there, of course, waiting for the young woman. I was married to an amazing woman who, despite my behaviour, I still loved very much. If I were a better man I would have broken things off with April long ago or, better yet, never have started. But here I was.
When I finally saw April break through the crowd of people exiting the baggage area I thought, who could blame me? She was looking around, not immediately spotting me in the group of those waiting, and I waited to wave at her, taking a moment to drink her in.
She had shoulder length auburn hair, pulled back into a bun at the back of her head. Her face was clear and pretty with a button nose and naturally plump lips. Her eyes were hazel. She was wearing yoga pants that clung to her, showing off her ample hips and round ass. Her waist was small, and she was pretty short, at 5'2. She was blessed with heavy breasts that seemed even larger on her small frame. That day she was wearing a zip up hoodie, unzipped to reveal some cleavage. The way her breasts moved under the garment it was clear to anyone she was braless.
Finally I raised my arm in a wave and we made eye contact. A smile spread across her face, lighting it up with happiness and she began to bound towards me dragging her wheeled suitcase behind her.
I wondered, as I stood there waiting for her to get to me, what other people thought when they saw us. I was in my early forties and April was twenty years old. Did others assume that I was her father, picking up my daughter from a trip?
I kept myself in shape, but no one would mistake me for a young man. My short hair was blond, as was my beard, though it was greying these days. I was wearing black jeans, a black band tee shirt and a leather jacket. Owning a record store meant that I did not have to 'grow up' in terms of my dress, so I was wearing the same stuff I had worn since high school back in the nineties. Not having had any children also contributed to how I looked as well, I assumed.
If people were thinking I was April's father, the way that she launched herself into my open arms would have disabused them of that notion. She leapt, a few feet away from me, arms wide and threw them around my neck. Her legs wrapped around my hips and I caught her, holding her aloft as she began to kiss me.
Our open mouths allowed our tongues to swirl, exploring each other. We kissed for several minutes before I broke my lips from hers.
"Hey you," I said. "Miss me?"
"Are you fucking joking," she asked laughing. "I haven't cum in almost a week. Your slut neeeeds you, Mr. Hawthorn."
I grinned. While I had spent the week fucking my way through a series of young sluts, April had promised not to cum without me.
"Ok then, April," I said, allowing her to slide down my body, her feet on the floor again. "Let's get moving."
I took her hand in mine and led her into the parkade where I had left my car.
When we got there I tossed her bag in the back of my small SUV and turned towards her. She was leaning against the passenger door, waiting for me to unlock it so she could climb in. I took the few steps between us and stopped very close, looking down into her eyes.
"So," I said. "You were a good girl? You didn't cum? Not once?" I pinched the zipper of her hoodie in my left hand, slowly starting to lower it.
"I was so good," she said, pouting a bit. "It was so hard. Especially when I had to watch videos of you fucking other girls. I wanted to be there. I wanted to cum with you."
Despite how many times I had seen April naked I could not help but stare, fascinated, as the zipper lowered revealing more and more of April's breasts. As the V of the open hoodie spread I was fist greeted with the inner slopes of soft white skin, full and natural. I pushed one of the panels of cotton to the side, slowly exposing her nipple. It was bright pink and standing out hard. I raised my hand and, cupping her breast, ran my thumb around the nub.
April let out a small gasp, arching her back into my hand. I glanced around us, establishing that we were alone in that section of the car park. Confirming that we were, I put my palm flat against her stomach, pushing my fingers down, under the elastic fabric of her yoga pants. I continued down, inside the flimsy panties she was wearing.
April whimpered as my seeking fingers brushed the plump lips of her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her, her need made manifest. I bent forward, lips wrapping around the nipple, my tongue running around it. At the same time, my fingers parted her pussy, finding her slick with desire. I pushed first one then two fingers into her.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "I needed you. I needed your touch."
"I'm here now," I reassured her, placing my thumb against her hard clit and rubbing as my fingers began to stroke. I moved my mouth to her other breast and began to tease that nipple as well.
April was rocking back and forth against my hand, unable to stop herself. She reached down and gripped my cock through my jeans, wrapping her fingers around it.
"I've missed this," she said, breathlessly. "I've missed you."
I looked up from her nipple, my tongue dragging up the slope of her breast across her collarbone, up the side of her neck to just under her ear. My fingers sped in her, thumb making circles against her clit.
She was gasping now, thrusting her hips against my fingers.
"Fuck," she moaned. She began to tug down the zipper of my jeans. "I want you inside me. I want to cum on your cock. Please!"
I pushed her hand away.
"No," I said. "Later. Right now I want you to cum on my fingers. Cum for me, baby."
My right hand worked her pussy, fingers thrusting, curling and rubbing, while the thumb rubbed the clit, chasing her whimpers and moans. I gripped the back of April's neck with the other hand and held her in place, face an inch from mine as I looked into her eyes, our noses almost touching, gazing into her hazel eyes where I saw need and lust. Her cheeks were flushed and she was taking quick gasping breaths.
"Cum," I demanded again. "Cum like the slut you are."
"Your slut," she said quietly.
"Yes," I agreed, "my slut."
When she heard me say the word 'slut', April grabbed my shirt in both her hands, gripping bunches of it in her fists as she opened her mouth and groaned. Her legs shook as she came and a flood of moisture washed across my fingers.
I eased my stroking fingers, slowing my thumb on her clit and kissed her, tongue in her mouth. Her legs stopped quivering and she caught her breath.
"Thank you, Mr. Hawthorn," she said finally.
"You are welcome," I said, slipping my fingers out of her. I raised them, clear liquid smeared across them, and pushed them into her mouth. Obediently she sucked them clean, never breaking eye contact with me.
"Let's get you home," I said, opening the car door behind her. She hopped in and I drove towards her apartment.
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It occurred to me, as we walked the flight of stairs up to April's apartment that I had not spent very much time there. We usually fucked at work or, occasionally, at my house.
She lived not too far from my record store, down a street that was a line of row houses. Most of the houses had been broken up into apartments and April lived in one about half way down the block on the second floor.
It was small, but cozy. There was a small, simple kitchen just off of the entrance, a living room with a couch, chair and TV. She did not have many decorations, I saw, but had a few framed prints on her walls.
Her bedroom was just off of the living room. That particular room I had seen many times when April and I would video call and masterbate together. There was also a small bathroom that I saw through an open door with an old claw foot tub.
"I'm just going to throw my stuff in here," April said, rolling her luggage into her bedroom. "Make yourself at home! Do you want something to drink?"
"I'm ok," I said, sitting down on her couch, sinking into the cushions, leaning back. "Take your time."
I opened my phone and checked my messages. The first one was from my wife, saying hi, telling me a bit about her day. I had told her that I was working but in reality one of my other employees was covering for me so I could spend the day with April.
I was in the middle of responding when April re-emerged from her bedroom. I finished typing 'I love you' to my wife and set my phone down beside me. I could not tear my eyes from April.
She had shed all of her clothing and stood before me, a perfect example of beautiful youth. I took a moment just to let my eyes roam up and down her body. She smiled shyly at me then dropped to her knees and began to crawl towards me.
I spread my legs, and she crawled between them, settling on her knees between them.
"Can I, Mr, Hawthorn," she asked as she reached towards the zipper of my jeans.
"Yes, April," I said. "You can."
She slowly undid my belt, popped the button and zipped down my zipper. She gripped the waistband of my jeans and began to tug. I lifted my ass off of the couch and let her pull them down my thighs to pool around my feet.
