The Story Man - Sunset's Sweet Spot Situation

You stretch in front of a rocky outcropping and watch other beach-goers pass by you. It’s a warm day, even for the the middle of spring. The only clouds in the sky are light, flighty ones that barely stick together. On top of the wonderful weather, the sea is clean and the waves are calm. In most definitions of the world, today is great. All you have with you is a towel and an ipod inside a gym bag beside you.

There’s only one true flaw with days like this, and that’s that everyone knows about them. The people roam in front of you and set up towels to relax in front of. Small kids run around, splashing in the water and building sand castles. Teenagers try to forgo common sense in the pursuit of bikini clad girls. The beach is filled from one end to the other locals, tourists and worst of all noise.

Sighing, you peer up at the sun for a moment and lean against a hot rock. You watch as a small family scuttles by with their two children and sets up a small umbrella and towel. Noticing a lull in people passing by you, you smirk and turn to the rock face. Grabbing the bag in one hand, you sling it over your shoulder and move towards one of the larger rocks. Placing a hand on it, you can feel the heat starting to build up on it.

Finding a good grip, you climb over a few of the larger rocks and quickly move over a large chunk of rock. Surprisingly, you manage to move fast enough to not get hurt. You stop on the other side of the rock in a small spot of soft side split in two by a stream. Tracing the stream up, it leads back up to the rock from under a waterfall.

It has been about two or three summers since you discovered this place after tossing a ball over the rock pile. Not many people know about it since the stream heads underground pretty early on before the waterfall and the rocks hide it well. Regardless, the small amount of beach is not even the best part.

Checking to make sure the bag was zipped shut, you head towards the waterfall. The first time you found this had been an accident when you tried to collect some water from it and fell into the little alcove behind it. It has a soft sand bottom and a hole in the top to let light in, with the waterfall blocking out most noise from the beach. In essence, it’s the perfect spot to relax and listen to music on a day off from work.

You push through the small wave of water with your eyes closed. Once inside, you wipe the water away and blink a few times just as a stranger’s appearance becomes visible. Blinking a few times, your eyes adjust and you can see that the intruder to your hideaway is none other than Sunset Shimmer.

“What are-- How do you know about this place?” she asks, pressing a hand to her chest.

She’s wearing a pure red bikini and left her hair in it’s usually length down her back. Next to the towel she’s sitting on is a small bag with a book poking out of it, with another book in her hand. You look over her set up and then down at your own, noting they’re similarity.

“Well, this is my spot. Emphasis on mine, since I’m the one who found it first,” you declare, staring her down.

Normally you’d chalk up something like this to happenstance, but everyone has heard of the infamous Sunset Shimmer. Truth be told, you haven’t heard much about her since you transferred to the school across town, but you doubt she’s changed much. If you let her think you’re okay with her being here, you’ll never get it back.

“Oh, uh, I’m sure it’s just a coincidence. How long have you known about this place?” she asks, taken aback by your tone.

You try and see if she’s just feigning surprise, but you can’t entirely be sure. From your recollection, Sunset was more likely to try and blackmail you than compromise. It hits you that she must be trying to prove she’s known about this place longer and thus claim it as her own.

“I’ve been coming here for years now. Why, how long have you?” you ask in reply, toning down the harsh inflections.

“Oh, just two years now myself. Used to come here and--” she cuts her sentence short and looks down with a curious look.

“Right, well, this is where I come to get away from the crowd. I’m sure you love being in the spotlight, so why don’t you hop over the rocks,” you say, gesturing towards the waterfall entrance.

Sunset looks down at her towel and then towards her bag before looking back up at you. Strangely, her expression is softer than you remember it being, but still has a look of defiance in her eyes.

“Look, we can share this spot, it’s a big alcove. If it’s quiet you want, then we want the same thing. Not like we can’t sit next to each other, right?” she offers confidently and looks over at the patch of sand beside of her.

You eye the spot for a second before begrudgingly unfurling your towel. Something is suspicious when Sunset is being nice to you. While never actually being a direct target of her methods, you’ve heard enough about her to know she probably has a plan of some kind. As you spread the towel flat, you make sure to keep one eye on her.

She returns to reading her book, occasionally glancing over at you and snapping back to a page before she thinks you notice. You sit silently, waiting for her to make a move. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her reach for something.

Turning your head suddenly, you lock eyes with her before glancing down at the ipod in her hand. You look back up at her eyes before snapping them forward again in a small huff. The suspense feels like it should be building, but she’s not doing anything.

“Look, you seem suspicious of me. Am I interrupting something you were planning?” she asks, closing her book and putting it to the side of her.

“Nope, were you?” you return, looking over her body.

Having only a vague clue of Sunset’s usual method of getting blackmail, you intend to look for some sort of rag soaked in ether. Your eyes however start to drift towards her bikini, and more specifically her chest. Never actually seeing Sunset before now, it hits you that her chest is very large and barely covered at the moment.

After a brief stare, you snap your eyes forward to the waterfall again and hope she didn’t notice. If she did, you basically just handed her the easy “he’s a pervert” card. As she goes quiet for a moment afterwards, you resign to look back at her to see if she saw you.

To your surprise, she’s looking down into her lap with her legs pulled up. At first you feel guilty about hurting her feelings, but you realize she might just be faking it for sympathy. Still, the somber look forces a pang of guilt into your chest.

“Um, sorry if I sounded harsh. I’ve just had this spot to myself for sometime, so it’s jarring to see someone else here,” you tell her, trying not to pull back too much.

“It’s fine,” she says with a small flash of a smile. “I’ve gotten used to it from other places. Not trying to guilt trip you or anything, just don’t worry about it,” she finishes with a dismissing wave.

The last statement rings in your ears for a moment. As far as you know, she’s the queen of the school that walks on air. Anyone that even so much as looked at her funny had something coming to them when you went to school with her. If she is just playing a role for the sympathy card, she deserves an emmy.

“Okay, what is your real reason for being here?” you ask, turning towards her.

“What? I don’t know what you mean, I said I came here to relax,” she replies, lifting her head in confusion.

“Look, I went to high school with you. Everyone knows you always have something up your sleeve, so what’s your angle here? Do you just want the spot? Are you trying to get at me for some reason?” you ask, trying to get the upper hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replies, turning towards you and pushing back slightly.

“Don’t try to play innocent, I know that you’re always trying to sneak around someone, and since I’m the only other person here, I think it’s safe to assume you’re trying to get something from--” you start to lay into her when she starts to tear up.

You hesitate for a moment and lean back, scooching towards the other side of the alcove. Actually seeing her look so vulnerable was like a shot to the chest. Whether it’s because how hot she is or the fact she looks scared right now, you can’t deny that you might’ve gone over board.

“From, uh... nevermind,” you awkwardly finish before turning looking away towards the waterfall.

The both of you go quiet for a moment, with only the sound of the waterfall filling the enclosed space. You can hear Sunset fidgeting about in her seat for a moment before she starts to zip up her bag. Looking over at her, you see her starting to fold her towel, clearly avoiding looking at you.

“What’re you doing?” you ask, pushing up on your elbows.

“I just remembered I have to go. Sorry for taking your spot,” she says without looking at you.

You lull your head back and close your eyes, trying to think of what to do. While you don’t wanna give in to what might be some kind of trick by her, it doesn’t make sense for her to keep an act like that up for so long.

She finishes folding it up and stands up, tucking it under her right arm. You sit up as she gives you a small nod with a somber look before heading towards the waterfall. For a moment, she stands in front of the entrance as you lie on your back.

After she steps through, you roll around for a second before grumbling at yourself and standing up. You silently lament the loss of a quiet evening by yourself and head out of the waterfall quickly to catch up to her.

“Sunset, wai--” you start to call after her, only to find she hasn’t gotten on the rocks yet. “Oh, uh, Sunset wait. I may have been a bit brash back there,” you say, rubbing the water out of your hair.

She turns around with watery eyes and you nearly step back into the water. After your jump, she turns back to the rocks so you can’t see her and rubs her nose. Taking a step closer towards her, you think of something to say.

“Look, you can just go back in, I’m fine,” she says quickly.

“Now that’s a lie. Look, I said I was sorry, I didn’t know you got all...” you drift off as she turns back around.

You lose your train of thought and go quiet as you look into her eyes. For a small while, you find that you’re locked into a stare with her. Not really in a romantic sense, but her eyes just look sadder than any you’ve ever seen.

“For a long time I was a terrible person, and I know that now. But I’ve been trying to change, but things just get so stressful sometimes. I came here to relax and forget about it but...” she pauses, looking at you. “Nevermind, I can’t force you to understand. Just forget I mentioned anything,” she tells you, placing a hand onto the rocks.

“Now hang on a second, I never said that I hated you or anything,” you reply indignantly. “I may not know much about whatever this “changing my ways” type thing you’re doing, but I’m not so self absorbed that I’ll hate you because of it,” you continue.

She steps down off the rock and comes back towards you.

“But wasn’t I mean to you? I mean, I tried to take over the whole school,” she says, looking down at her feet.

“Well, I was only in that school for 2 years, so I never actually met you much. I mean, you came off like a drama queen and man were there some nasty--” you catch yourself as she starts to look sad again. “Uh, anyway, the point is that I haven’t gotten to know you myself. Was more of a choice thing before, but since you’re trying to change yourself or whatever, I might as well get to know you now,” you finish.

“I don’t know, I mean, it feels like I’m tricking you into liking me if we just don’t mention my past at all. I don’t want you to like me because you just think of me as some lonely girl,” she says, leaning against the rocks.

“Oh come now, what’s the worst thing you could’ve done? Rigged a few dance elections? No one really cares about those things from my experience,” you wave off her fears.

She gives you a strange look before blushing and looking out into the waters before clearing her throat.

“T-the worst I did was turn into a demon and try to turn the school into my personal army,” she says in a low voice.

You blink a few times and try to process the statement. If something that fantastical has happened, surely you would’ve heard about it at some point. Realizing that you never watch the local news, you suppose it is possible it slipped by you.

“You do mean figuratively a demon right?” you ask her cautiously.

“Um, no,” she says, coughing. “There were wings, fire, red skin, and I think some kind of dress,” she clarifies, rubbing one arm.

“Wait, why a dress?” you ask.

“What do you mean? I was wearing a dress before hand and I guess it just got caught in the transformation,” she says, looking back up at you.

“But, like, why wouldn’t it just get burnt up if you were a demon? Were you like an actual hell demon or was it some kind of psedo-demonic thing? I mean, I’m no expert or anything but--” you start to question when Sunset cuts you off.

“Look, I don’t know much about it, okay? All I know for sure is that it was a big mistake and made me totally regret the way I acted for all those years,” she finishes, looking down at her feet again.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to drag that back up,” you say before glancing back at the alcove. “Alright, why don’t you just come back to the spot so we can get to know each other?” you say, jerking your thumb back at the waterfall.

Sunset looks to where you point and then  back out at the water for a while. She stays quiet for a while before finally shouldering the strap of her bag again and nodding. You move quickly through the thin wall of water and move back to your towel as Sunset sets up hers.

“Oh, you know, I never actually got your name. You seemed to know mine from my past,” she says, sitting on her relain towel.
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After you tell her your name, the two of you start discussing things going on in your lives. Sunset describes her friends, some of whom you’ve heard of. She talks about how hard things have been for her after changing her ways, and having to fight some monsters.

Unfortunately, there’s also a fireworks show tonight, so just as she starts describing these strange dazzlings, they start going off. The result is you only getting bits and pieces of information, but you catch enough to get the jist of it. Evil singers fought the good singers or something along the lines of an episode of Jem.

Afterwards, Sunset asks about your life. You tell her about the school you go to and the friends you made after moving there. To your surprise, you find that you can talk about it for an oddly long time. As you go on, Sunset starts to ask questions about your school, which you answer as best you can. Eventually, the two of you even have some in jokes.

Before long, the two of you realize the sun is starting to slip under the waters and the fireworks start to pick up their performance. Both of you stop talking for a moment and look out at the waterfall. Through the liquid curtain, you can make out the bright blasts of color shining in the sky.

“I always liked fireworks. Back where I came from, I used to be able to make them myself. When I got here though, I couldn’t do it anymore,” she says, smiling down at the ground with a distant look.

“Yeah, I think it’s illegal or something. Can’t just let anyone with some gunpowder shove it into a rocket, right? But if you did know how, you could probably just get make some small ones for your friends, right?” you suggest, turning from the light to her.

Sunset gives you a small laugh that makes you raise an eyebrow. She waves off the question with a sigh and glances back at the fireworks before looking at you.

“You know, it’s nice to meet someone that doesn’t remember sometime I ruined their life. I mean, even my friends used to hate me like no one else. And even though you knew I was a bully, it’s a whole lot different when you never actually met the old me,” she says, brushing the hair out of her face.

“Not quite sure how I feel about that. With what you mentioned about the demon thing and the monster stuff, I want to be cautious. But then again, you say you want to reform, and if was all just a trick there’s not really a reason to tell me that,” you say with a shrug.

“I know, it’s weird but it feels so nice to just open up to someone, even for a little while,” she says, laying down on her towel.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that too, though I bet it’s nicer for you, considering the you-know-what stuff,” you say before looking over at her as she shivers slightly. “Are you cold? It is getting pretty late,” you ask her.

“A little bit, it’s probably just the breeze,” she says, smiling and pointing at the hole in the roof.

You look over at it and then back to her. Looking over her bikini, you note how little it covers and how cold it must be for her considering all the times she’s gotten in and out of the alcove. Letting your eyes linger longer, you remember how good she looks in said bikini.

She shakes a little again and you snap your eyes up to her face. Your eyes meet hers and she blushes at you. You look back out to the waterfall and sigh at the failed attempt at sneaking a peek.

As you watch the fireworks a little longer, you hear Sunset move slightly, but you try not look at her again in case you get caught twice in a row. Suddenly, you feel her lean against you, making you look down to notice she’s moved onto your towel.

“You seemed to be warm, and I think there must be a draft at my spot or something. You don’t mind if we share, right?” she asks you, pressing her hands into her lap.

“Uh, no, of course not,” you answer and look back to her towel on the sand. “Say, we could share your towel as a makeshift blanket. you know, since you’re not using it,” you suggest, trying to keep your arms in your lap as well.

Sunset nods before leaning over and picking her towel up. She tosses one long end of it over your shoulder and the other over hers. As she goes back to lean against you, you feel her hair press against your back.

You both stay close together under the towel, vaguely paying attention to the spots of light coming from behind the waterfall. All the while, you try not to focus too much on Sunset’s scantily clad body leaning onto yours. After a few seconds, she lets her head slump onto your shoulder, making you look over at her.

“Oh, uh, sorry. Just felt like resting my head,” she says, looking up into your eyes.

“No, it’s fine,” you assure her, looking down at her.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Sunset moves up and kisses you on the lips. Just as they make contact, a bright light flashes off in the distance as one of the larger fireworks goes off, signaling the second half of the show.

After what feels like an eternity, Sunset pulls away from you and brings a hand up to her lips.

“Sorry, I don’t know what--” she start to retract when you stop her by grabbing her hand under the towel.

With your other hand, you lift her chin and tilt your head into another kiss. Internally, you wonder why it is you’re doing any of this. Despite the fact you know she’s been a bully and even admitted she became a demon once, it just seems right.

The kiss is shorter than the last one, but when you pull away, Sunset is still smiling. She shifts her legs to face you and you wrap one arm around her hip, pulling her closer to you. Her hand squeezes yours while the other moves to your leg.

You lean your head back against hers and feel along the side of her body with the hand on their. She looks up at you from the touch and blushes, making you smile. Lowering your head again, you give her another kiss.

As you do, the hand she has on your leg runs closer towards your hip and over your trunks. She gently strokes the top of your thigh while pushing her hips into you.As she does this, the hand you’ve got on her side moves up to her chest.

The soft red fabric of her bikini thinly covers the cool skin of her chest. You run your fingers over it, feeling it press into your palm with each rising breath. She lets out a soft moan and lets go of your hand, moving it to your chest.

She turns towards you and presses your back against the ground before falling down next to you. Her one of her hands goes to the side of your face as she leans in for another kiss, while the other runs along your chest and down to your navel.

You run your hands along the side of her body again as she leans over you. The kiss turns french just as you start to reach further south on her body. Your finger slide over the bottom of her bikini and squeeze her rear.

Sunset leans down further, letting her breasts press down onto your chest. The hand on you circles your navel toying with one finger until it moves even further down, just above your waist band. She presses her palm down onto you again and moves over your crotch.

As she does, you slide one of your hands under the top of her bikini bottom and feel the bare skin beneath. Unlike the area around it, it’s warm and has no sand on it at all. You grab her ass a few more times, each a slow build of pressure. With each press, you feel her warmth go into your hand.

Her hand starts to feel around the top of your trunks until she finds your shaft under the nylon fabric. She traces a finger over it, slowly gauging your size. After sliding over it a few times, she pulls back and move her hand under the waistband grabs it.

While she does this, you take your hands off her ass and move up to her back. Finding the knot of her bikini, you start to untie it as best as you can. Struggling for a few seconds, Sunset pulls away from the kiss and straightens her back before tossing one leg over your hip.

“Here, let me help,” she says, untying the top and holding them to her breasts with one arm.

After this, you place your hands on her hips and move them up her sides while you guide her back down towards you. The hand not holding her bra holds her up as she leans back over you. By this point, you’ve started to unconsciously grind your hips while she kisses your neck.

She starts to move down your body, keeping the bra tight to her chest until her is right around your crotch. Once there, she straightens back up and pulls it off and tosses it to the side. Her breasts hang free finely, and you can see the faint tan line on her chest even in the dim light.

Bending over, her breasts’ size becomes even clearer. She’s clearly on the larger end, being somewhere around a D cup. Over her back, you can still see the explosions of sound and color coming from the show. You push yourself up on your elbows to get a better view and watch as she pulls your trunks down with both hands.

Free from the confines of your swimming trunks, your member bounces up towards Sunset’s face, making her giggle slightly. She grabs it with one hand and gives it a few strokes before looking into your eyes and giving the head a long, slow lick.

You grip handfuls of sand as you watch her, and she takes her time with each lick. Each new one take a new turn, or start further down your length. Not long after though, she stops and moves forward a bit.

Pressing her chest together, she works her breasts up and down your length by moving her chest. A barrage of fireworks goes off in the background as she starts to rub them up and down your length. She gives you a few more strokes with her breasts before letting them go and moving further up your body again.

She slides along your body, letting her breasts drag over your skin slowly as she ascends you. Your hands go to her sides as she moves up and you feel over her nearly naked body until they come over her bikini bottom.

Your thumbs slide under the fabric and Sunset stops as they come halfway over her rear. You move your hands to the side of her hips and start to pull them down as she lowers her head and kisses you. Her bikini bottom slides down her thighs and she works them off of her completely with the hand not holding her body up.

Now with everything removed, she straightens herself up and grabs one of her breasts, massaging it over you. Your hands go to her sides again and feel along her body before pushing her down into your lap. As she sits down, you can feel your length lay against her back.

Sunset pushes herself back slightly, teasing you by putting your member between her cheeks and stroking it a few times with a slow waggle of her hips. Eventually, she pulls back up again and you take one hand onto your shaft, with the other on her thigh. She lowers herself down and you guide it inside of her.

The tip touches on her lips and you swirl it about, making her pause her descent. As you drag it over, you can feel it start to loosen up as she lets out a small moan of satisfaction. Once you stop teasing her, you line it up again and she presses the tip inside of her.

She shivers at the entrance, but only hesitates for a moment before continuing down. Her hips sway side to side as she inches over your member. Your fingers squeeze her soft thighs as you watch her slowly take you inside her.

Eventually, she gets far enough down to where most of your shaft is inside. She shifts in her position, balancing with one hand next to your hip and the other on her chest, kneading her left breast. Finding a comfortable seat on her knees, she start to move her rear up again.

Just as she reaches the top, she pushes back down again and starts a steady rhythm. As she bounces, her hair starts to fall past her shoulders, forming a bright red and yellow frame to her large chest. Looking up, you see her eyes closed as she bites her lip to keep from crying out.

Over the rush of the waterfall and distant explosions, you can hear the crowd give out the occasional cheer. In an odd sense, it feels strange knowing that someone might overhear the two of you. Thankfully, it isn’t likely as the fireworks have them all distracted.

You take your free hand and place it opposite the other on Sunset’s hip. Pressing down slightly, you slow her pace till she stops, a majority of your length still deep inside her slit. She snaps her eyes open and looks down at you.

“Hang on, lean back,” you say, pushing yourself up.

Sunset gives you a small nod and looks back as she lowers her back onto the towel behind her. As you struggle to get on top without pulling out of her, she bundles up her own towel to use as a makeshift pillow. After some shuffling, you manage to get in front of Sunset on your knees.

Her legs hang point up, held at the knees by your hands. As you lean forward, you remark how flexible Sunset is as you push them towards her chest. She lets out soft moans of pleasure as you start to grind your hips against her.

After getting into a comfortable position, you start to pound against Sunset’s rear. At first, you go slow and move side to side a little. After a minute or so, your baser drives take over and you start to go faster and harder into her.

It doesn’t take long for your thrust to start to become audible over the sound of the waterfall. Fearing that someone might actually hear the combined noise of you and Sunset’s moans, you initially slow down. A large firework going off gives you an idea.

Glancing up every few seconds, you time your humps to the beat of the fireworks display. Being towards the end of the show, they’re going off pretty frequently, with many coming in quick bursts of three or more.

Falling forward and letting her legs wrap around your back, you press your chest against Sunset’s. With each thrust, you can feel her breasts jiggle beneath you, and it isn’t long before Sunset’s legs start to squeeze into you.

Before long, you feel a pressure in your gut, letting you know you’re close.

“I’m going to cum,” you whisper into Sunset’s ear.

“Me too, just do it on my stomach,” she replies in a breathy voice.

You pick up the pace, feeling one last burst of energy come over you. Your hands squeeze into her sides, though you hold back enough to keep from hurting her. After about a minute, a large shower of explosions signals the climax of the fireworks show.

Sunset’s leg’s squeeze onto your back and then hand on her chest squeezes on her right breast, with the free one just crushing a handful of towel cloth. Her legs start to shake against you after a brief moment before collapsing onto the ground. You can feel her body relax just as you start to finish.

Pulling out, you pump against the outside of her slit, shooting the first load all the way to her chest and the next load landing in her navel. The last few shots just dribble out onto her crotch as you squeeze out all you can. After squeezing out the last bead, you fall beside her in an exhausted heap.

She turns her head over to you and gives a tired smile as the crowd over the rocks lets out a hollering cheer for the show. Both of you look up to the alcove ceiling as you catch your breath and accidently slip into sleep in each other’s arms.