The View From My Knees

Paxton and I had known each other for almost a year before we fucked. He and his girlfriend had joined my camp at Burning Man in 2007, and we’d shared some wild and sexy times that year. Those fun times continued once we were all back home, but we never actually had sex. The timing was just never right, I guess. But then, last July, timing gave us a little kick in the ass: Paxton’s girlfriend got a new job in Pennsylvania, and they had to move by the end of the month. If I wanted to do this, I had to make my move. Due to my busy social schedule and all of the things he had to get done before the move, the only day we could find for our date was the day before he left. It was certainly cutting it close, but at least we’d get our chance.

Date night arrived, and he showed up at my door with an adorable bouquet of flowers (no carnations or roses, thank goodness) and a motorcycle helmet. I put the flowers in water and followed him out to his bike. I was really glad he’d chosen this mode of transportation, rather than his truck. There’s just something about having that fast machine vibrating and purring between my legs that gets me going. I hopped onto the back of the bike, wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, and we were off to enjoy a lovely dinner.

After dinner, we took a ride along a winding scenic road to a waterfront park. We walked along the beach and cuddled on a bench for more than an hour, chatting and watching the sunset. Finally, the summer night started to turn chilly and we decided it was time to leave.

“Do you want to go back to my place?” He asked.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

We walked back to where his bike was parked, and before I could get my helmet on, he pulled me to him for a deep kiss. It was the first kiss we’d shared all night. The ride home was exhilarating. Between the anticipation of what was to come, and the powerful machine whirring between my legs, my panties were soaking wet.

After arriving at his place, we got comfortable on the couch and chatted some more. Finally, unable to wait any longer, I made my move. I leaned in and kissed him, placing my hand on his thigh. He took things from there, gently pushing me onto my back with his firm kisses, until he was laying on top of me.

“Why have we waited so long for this?” he wondered aloud.

I giggled. “I don’t know.”

“Wanna move into the bedroom?”

“Sure!”

We stumbled into his bedroom, barely able to keep our hands and mouths off each other. As he cleared off the bed I began to undress. By the time he was finished, I was completely naked.

“My god,” he gasped. “You have a beautiful body.”

“Thanks,” I said, blushing a little.

He led me to the bed and gently laid me on my back. Then he began to kiss and caress my entire body. Given the aggressive sexual style I’d experienced with his girlfriend, I was surprised at how gentle he was. Perhaps he could see that my style was much different, and had adjusted to match it. Always the sign of a great lover.

Finally, his mouth reached my pussy and he began to lick and suck my eager swollen clit. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the sensations coming from between my legs. After a while, he stopped. “Is this okay?”

I opened my eyes. “Yeah, it’s wonderful.”

“Oh good. I just wasn’t getting any feedback from you so I wasn’t sure if you were enjoying it.”

I hadn’t noticed until then how hushed I’d been. It’s unusual for me to be so quiet during sex, especially when it feels so good. I suppose I’d gotten caught up in my pleasure. Or perhaps I was a little bit nervous, after all this waiting. “Oh no, I was definitely enjoying it,” I assured him. “As a matter of fact, let me show you my gratitude for all that pleasure.” I got up and pushed him on his back onto the bed. I pulled off his pants and underwear and began to stroke his half-erect cock. Once he was nice and hard, I took his member into my mouth.

“Oh wow,” he said after several minutes of moaning. “I’m not usually into blow jobs, but I think this is the best one I’ve ever gotten.”

I took his cock out of my mouth and continued stroking his slippery shaft with my hands. “Well, I’m glad you like it because I like doing it.”

I continued sucking his cock until his moans grew louder and louder and I was afraid he might be ready to come. I wasn’t about to let this night end so soon. I stopped and kissed my way up to his mouth. “Fuck me,” I ordered.

It was finally time. I laid on my back and he knelt above me. He rolled a condom onto his erect cock and climbed between my legs. He gently guided his cock into my pussy and slowly began to pump in and out.

“Oh yes!” I moaned, holding his body tightly against mine. We changed positions several times over the next half an hour until finally, as I rode on top of him, we both erupted in a simultaneous orgasm.

Afterward, we lay in bed chatting for a while longer. Soon though, I realized how late it had gotten and got dressed. He drove me home on his motorcycle and walked me to my door. We said a friendly goodbye, and he was off.

Despite the great time we’d had chatting, and how good the sex had been, there was something a little bit off about that night. I guess I’d say that the whole thing felt a little bit forced. Perhaps it was that feeling of “now or never” that had been hanging over our heads all night. But it wasn’t the last time I’d see him. We both have plans to visit each other and attend a few of the same national events. While our opportunities will be more limited, there will be more chances to explore each other again. And I intend to use them.