The View From My Knees

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“Looking forward to fucking the hell out of you soon.”

I couldn’t have asked for a better greeting after turning on my phone. I was tired, dirty, and cramped from spending hours in the car, but his text message sent ripples through my body. A week in the harsh environment of the desert may have taken its toll on my body, but my sex drive was still going strong. I curled up in the passenger seat of the car, Lucky at the wheel beside me, and smiled as I read his message again.

It had all started with a look. We’d been living in Black Rock City for only a day, and I was still getting to know my campmates. Lucky and Fingers were there along with a few others I’d camped with the previous year. Some, however, I’d just met. This included a tall fellow with ginger-colored hair and devlishly sexy sideburns running down his cheeks. A few times, I thought I’d noticed his gaze lingering on me, and I found myself wanting to get to know this quiet stranger a little better.

He’d registered with the event as a bike mechanic, a lifesaver in a city with no cars, and I watched as he helped desperate cyclists repair their only means of transportation for the week. No matter what problem was presented to him, he always knew exactly what to do. His put his strong hands to work without a trace of the cockiness you often see in someone of such skill. I find something incredibly sexy about watching someone like that in action.

Later that day, Fingers and I went on a mission through the streets of the city, stopping at every bar that crossed our path. It wasn’t long before we had a nice buzz going – okay, maybe more than a buzz. We were having a great time together, meeting new people and hitting on cute girls. Already in a flirty mood, I decided to prod for information about my new crush. “What’s The Mechanic’s situation? Like, what’s his availability?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to find out?” Fingers offered. I could always depend on Fingers to be my wing man, just as he could depend on me. We’ve always had this mutual desire to get each other laid. It’s one of the many reasons he’s my best friend. [Pause to reflect on the cheesy declaration of affection for my homie.]

Later that night, the members of our camp all converged in our dome for some drinking and other hijinks. Fingers and I cuddled on an old, dusty loveseat while others lounged on cushions or in camping chairs. We all laughed as Fingers called out to passersby through a megaphone – one of our favorite Burning Man pastimes. As the night went on, our fellow campers headed to their tents to get some sleep. Eventually, even Fingers couldn’t keep it up. He arose from the loveseat and declared that he was going to bed. “Mechanic, why don’t you get over here and keep her warm,” Fingers directed, motioning toward me. Then he gave me a wink and stumbled off to his tent.

The Mechanic took his place next to me on the loveseat, and I covered our legs with a blanket. We were the only two left from our camp, but the city was still alive around us. For the next few hours, we watched the street in front of us, listening to the sounds of nearby dance parties, chatting, and playing that shy game of slowly cuddling closer and closer while trying not to be obvious. By daylight, his arms were around me, and our legs were comfortably entangled. Despite the rush I was getting from this new development, I was having a hard time staying awake, and I finally had to succumb to my weariness.

“I’m really enjoying laying here with you, but I think it’s time for me to go to bed,” I confessed.

“I’m enjoying this, too,” he agreed.

Hearing this, I melted and couldn’t help but to snuggle a little closer to him for a few more minutes. Finally, though, I had to give in to my body. “Okay, okay. This time I’m really going to bed,” I declared. I managed to pull myself out of our cuddling position and turned toward him to say goodnight. One look into those georgeous blue eyes and the shyness I’d been feeling all night lifted. I leaned in and kissed him. Then one kiss led to another, and before I knew it we’d been making out for over an hour. But even the heat between my legs, fueled by his soft lips on mine, couldn’t battle the haze coming over my head. I had to give in, no matter how much I wanted to stay out on the couch with him, making out in the soft light of dawn. “I suck at going to bed,” I giggled. “But I think it’s finally time.”

“Okay,” was all he said, but his smile dared me to stay.

I wished I’d had the strength to take that dare, but it would have to wait. It was only the beginning of the week, we’d have plenty of time for kissing – and other pleasures. “Goodnight,” I said softly, and sauntered to my tent.

Stay tuned for the rest of the story. Believe me, babydolls, it gets much, much hotter.