The View From My Knees

You can read all of the how-to blog articles, but the hottest sex doesn’t require fancy fingering techniques or acrobatic positions. No, the hottest sex happens when you and your partner (or partners, as the case may be) want each other so badly that you can hardly contain yourselves. When your desire is so strong you can taste it. You can smell it. Your passion has welled up so strongly that you have to have each other, no matter the time or place.

I can’t tell you how to get there, but I can tell you what it feels like. I can tell you how two people can be so hot for each other that they’ll do it anywhere – the kitchen, a friend’s house, a dressing room, the car…

It was dark by the time we started the long drive home. Not wanting to wrinkle my nice silk skirt, I took it off and secured it on a hanger in the back seat. Once I was buckled back in, my bottom half fully exposed, I brought a gloved hand down to my bare vulva and began to stroke my clit.

“You should take your shirt off, too.” Mechanic suggested.

I removed my gloves, then pulled the straps of my shirt off my shoulders and pushed it down around my waist, leaving only my bra. He began to play with my breasts as I stroked between my legs.

“You should take this off,” he said, fingering the straps of my bra.

I reached behind my back and unhooked the garment, letting my breasts hang free. Mechanic continued to caress my breasts while my hand wandered over to his crotch. I rubbed the bulge in his pants for several minutes and then unzipped his fly. I reached in and pulled out his hard cock, then began to stroke it gently. Next, I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned my head down to his lap. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands as I ran my tongue up and down his cock. Then I took his member in my mouth, pushing it so far into my throat that my lips pressed against his pelvis. He moaned. I slowly moved my mouth up and down his shaft. Not wanting him to have an orgasm while driving – I didn’t want to cause an accident – I soon stopped and settled back into my own seat.

“Do you think we should pull off into one of those dark parking lots over there?” he asked, motioning toward a shopping district along the side of the freeway that had closed hours ago.

“God yes,” I said.

He pulled off the freeway, and we eagerly searched for a dark, private place to finish what I’d started. We tried several lots, only to decide that they were too light, too exposed, or too busy. As we drove through a Wal-Mart parking lot – the only store still open – we began to laugh about the situation. At one point, a group of shoppers passed right in front of us on the way to their car. If they had turned to look at us, they would surely have seen me sitting naked in the passenger seat.

“I’m getting nervous,” Mechanic said.

I giggled and pulled my shirt back on. “There, now no one can tell what we’re up to.”

Finally, we pulled behind another group of buildings. It was plenty dark, there were no cars around, and it couldn’t be easily seen from the street. We’d finally found our spot. Keeping our eyes peeled for late-working employees or other cars, we pulled off our clothes and I fumbled in my purse for a condom. When I finally found one, I placed it on the dashboard and then leaned in and kissed him. Then I moved my mouth down to his cock and gave him head for several minutes – just to be sure he hadn’t lost any of his steam while we’d been looking for our private little spot. Finally, when neither of us could stand to wait any longer, he rolled the condom on, and I climbed on top of him. We’d been building up to this moment for almost an hour – maybe even the entire day – and when his cock finally entered me it was like magic.

“Oh god, baby, that feels so gooooood,” I said between heavy breaths.

“Oh fuck, yes.” He groaned.

It wasn’t long before we both erupted with the sweet release of the orgasms we’d been building toward for some time. Neither of us could move for several minutes afterward. Then, finally, I gave him a deep kiss and climbed back into my seat. We spent a few more minutes cleaning up before we headed back to the freeway, our mutual desires quelled.

Sometimes all it takes is a little social lubricant to break the ice and get me through that initial shyness. Well, that and an instant messaging client.

It will be interesting to see if I can be so friendly with him when I’m:

a) sober
b) standing face to (adorable, knee-weakening) face with him

Now, if only I could get the ball rolling with his girlfriend, too.