The air is stagnant as we sit side by side. Sunset never says a word to me when she is like this, my occasional glance is met with a disregarding stare, it's never about what I want. At some point I stopped caring, though I can't say when that was. She's waiting as patiently as she always has, sighing I reach out and touch her lap, her response is immediate as I hear a soft sigh escape from her. Sunset's face is now flush; Why do I always give in to this? I barely know her, yet there is always something about her that seems vaguely familiar, it's as if I knew her at some point in time.
I know I've seen her before many times, I could never forget that hair colour, it's a colour I can remember from when I was younger. I hear a quite huff of annoyance from Sunset, it seems in my reminiscing I retracted my hand. She never speaks a word to me. Once again I place my hand back onto her lap and begin roaming over her leg, sliding my hand slowly over her thigh. She always ignores my frown, this is something I would never do with any one else, and yet I do it with her... She quickly inhales, clearly enjoying the feeling of my hand. Her thigh is soft and warm, I can't say I hate this, though I wish I knew why I go through with it every time.
She has emerald green eyes, yet another striking feature. She doesn't like when I make eye contact. This couch has never been comfortable to sit on, it's too stiff. She tugs on my sleeve... It's time to move my hand again, this time i place it between her legs, the heat is pleasing. I glance at Sunset... Her breathing is ragged and her eyes are closed. I curl my fingers and slightly run my index and middle finger slide across her panties. Sunset exhales heavily, no doubt she's lost herself to the pleasure. There must be a reason she has kept coming back to see me.
Sighing I push my hand a little further under Sunset and begin to gently masturbate her. I can feel moisture along my fingers, my breathing has become unsteady. It's at times like this I question why I'm so hesitant around her, she rarely speaks to me and I to her, so why does she make me feel uneasy? She's never verbally assaulted me nor physically, she does nothing wrong. Perhaps I'm over-thinking things again. Sunset starts to gently convulse next to me, I can feel the small convulsions through my hand, this won't be the last orgasm she has tonight, she always wants more.
I remove my hand from under Sunset and let her recover, I'm reminded of the moisture on my hand as it's exposed to the air, the chill sends a shiver down my back. Sunset is also a name that sticks out in my mind for a reason, my mind screams at me that I should know it, though in the end I let it go. I am once again reminded of my current occupation with a tug on my arm. She was never patient during these events. I get up off the couch and wait for Sunset to lay down. She looks at me... She's thinking about something. I sit down on the stool I have placed in front of the couch and wait.
Soon she shakes her head, removing what ever notion she had. Laying across the couch she waits for me, I don't hesitate to begin. I remove Sunset's panties, they are completely soaked. There is not foreplay in this scenario, never was. I slide two of my fingers into her, she is tight. I wait a few moments for her to adjust, then I begin to slide my fingers in and out of her slowly. Her breathing is uneven and rapid. Moans escape her often, the pleasure she is feeling is made clear as day. I can feel myself become aroused. I remember once that she offered to relieve any sexual urges that I had. I merely waved her off and told her that it was no problem, some days I regret that decision.
I bring my thumb up and start rubbing her clitoris in a circle motion. Sunset brings a hand to her chest and starts to play with one of her breasts. I start fingering her faster, very quickly I feel another convulsion run through my hand. That makes it two so far. When I met Sunset at the bar I had no idea this is what would happen, the night was a mostly hazy image for me, though when I awoke with Sunset in my bed I sobered up pretty fast. She assured me that our sexual meet-up was a one time thing, for the most part that is true, we don't engage in sexual intercourse.
When she propositioned me with this sort of relationship... I was hesitant to agree, though the reason I did agree is lost to me now. It had been years before she wanted anything like this, we had remained acquaintances before all this. It felt as if she were more talkative then. She wanted to stay on a first name basis only, I never questioned it. Though recently I've been wondering just who she was, is. I tried prying once, it didn't pan out very well.
I do know that name from some where though, Sunset. Some nights it haunts me, I know I know it, I'm just never able to fully recall. I look at her face, she is lost in bliss. What happened to her that she felt like she needed to turn to a relative stranger to have these moments of ecstasy? I doubt she'll ever tell me. Sunset... Sunset, red and yellow hair... God, it's been so long since I've heard that name... Shimmer...
"Please... Please.... Make me cum..."
This is new, she never speaks during these sessions. That pitiful tone. Her face is contoured into an almost painful one. She really is lost. Who am I to question? I'm just her to provide her reprieve from the world. My frown only deepens, why do I feel so bad about this? I may not know her, but I don't want her to be hurt. Perhaps I've developed some sort of feelings for her? That can't possibly it.
I can feel Sunset tense her whole body, the sudden rush of bodily fluid that escapes from her is surprising. I retract my fingers from her vagina, my forearm is soaked. Sunset lay on the couch struggling to catch her breath. Well, I can wash the stain out later. I need to wash my arm and hand off. I stand up and walk towards the kitchen, the sink is half full of dishes. I can clean later. The sound of the rushing water is all I can hear at the moment, it's calming.
Shimmer... Sunset... Sunset Shimmer! The sudden rush of adrenaline to my body is powerful. I know that name, more importantly I know the person. I can feel my heart pounding against my chest and I feel slightly light-headed. I know her. Knew her. She used to hangout with a group of girls, what happened? Calm down, calm down. What does it matter now? That was almost twenty-one years ago, people change. Still... She doesn't seem to have changed too much since then, at least on the outside.
I can hear Sunset from the living room gathering her stuff, it seems like she's going home this time. I should see her off. The walk to the entrance is quite, it always is. Sunset puts her shoes on one at a time and opens the front door... She turns and looks at me, that same thoughtful expression from earlier... I can feel my heart racing again. She opens her mouth to say something... But never does. Shaking her head she sighs and walks towards her car. I should say something, I need to say something.
I never do. The sound of her driving away is oddly upsetting. I close the door and walk back towards the living room.
The air is stagnant as I sit by myself.
