Sitting On Lap In Car Novels & Stories

The car swerved toward the roadside, nearly crashing into a traffic cone. Logan clicked his tongue. "Weren’t you doing fine yesterday? How come you can’t manage today?" Blushing, I said, "Yesterday I was sitting on your lap. It felt really steady. Driving on my own feels unfamiliar. Coach Logan, can I sit on your lap today?" The moment he heard that, his expression brightened. He lifted me up and sat down in the driver’s seat. I sat on his lap, my back resting against his chest. His arms wrapped around me from behind, holding the steering wheel.

"Don't do that. It wasn't that big a deal, really." "Ok. I'd still like to hear it, if you don't mind afterwards. But if not, that's Ok too." She put her hand on mine and nodded. "We'll see. Now start at the beginning." I explained how much tighter the seating was in back, and how we were boxed in. "Remember how bumpy the road was? We were being bounced around like throw toys." "How exactly were you seated?" she asked. She almost leaped out of her skin, when I pulled her back over onto my lap. "We were like this, but her legs were outside of mine, otherwise she'd slide down between my legs."

As they lay there catching their breaths, Izzy realizes that she is becoming more and more comfortable with him. After a while, Carter sits up and pulls her up with him in a sitting position. However, instead of sitting side by side, he makes her sit on his lap, with both her legs on either side of his hips. Izzy’s heart is pounding as she sits on his lap, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist for balance. His hands rest on her hips, holding her in place. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

I said, trying to look through the tinted windows at my son, but I was too far away to see through them. "Oh, when you have to sit in Colt's lap, then driving in that little car is suddenly a big deal," Lana said. "But when I have to sit in his lap, you and dad say, 'Oh, it's just your brother, he won't bite you.' Thanks, Mom." A bitchy look crossed my face, and not even my nun's habit could soften that glare. "Sorry," Lana said, looking to the side. "Colt's kind of comfortable, I guess, but I can't sit in his lap when I feel like this. You know, I've got cramps, and I feel—"

But still, his arm stayed there. I glared at him and signaled for him to remove his arm from my lap before Jared could see it. However, instead of removing it and moving a bit, he even has the guts to move near us! His car is big, yes! But with the three of us here in the backseat, I can't breathe properly!

Not when I felt so close to breaking him open. With a sudden, crazy move, I turned and sat right on his lap. The car jerked hard, tires squealing for a second. I barely felt it, my whole focus on him. I didn’t care that he was driving, that the road was dark and risky. All that mattered was finding out what he really felt.

I saw him take out his rigid member from his pants. "Sit on my lap, Greena," he growled. I quickly removed my seatbelt and immediately sat on his lap. He pointed his c0ck at my hole, and I slowly went down as he entered me. We both moaned when my pvssy completely engulfed his length. I grind my hips as I feel pleasure spread throughout my body. I held on to his shoulder and quickly moved up and down on his lap. The inside of the car was filled with delicious moans, and the mirrors were fogging up with our rapid breathing.

I was sure that I could ask him to get me some. " Are you ready to go?" " Yes, I am." He picked me up, carried me to the elevators, and then, when we got to our floor, he carried me to the waiting car. It was a Ford red convertible Mustang. It looked pretty nice. I had no idea how he fit in because he was so tall and big. The car itself was small. Then a man opened the door. Wayne didn't even put me down; he got in the passenger seat with me still in his arms. I sat on his lap. I wondered how far we had to go. Because if it were too far, having someone sit on your lap in such a small car would get uncomfortable. But to my surprise, we were driving for like ten minutes, then we reached our de

I blinked at him, not sure if I heard him right. “Yeah…but…” “Then move.” I gaped at him, struggling to process what he was saying. “While we’re driving?!” “There’s no stopping,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Just follow my lead.” Before I could protest, he shoved his seat back. The next thing I knew, strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me across the center console while maneuvering the damn car. My breath hitched as I landed on his lap, my back pressing against his chest, the warmth of him burning through my clothes.

I tip my chin at the mirror. It’s amusing, watching Caroline squirm uncomfortably on my lap as she tries to avoid our reflection in the mirror. Until she finally looks. Her eyes run through our reflection. A woman in lingerie, sitting backward on a man's lap with his hands wrapped around her waist. Her breath turns shallow as she finally meets my eyes through the mirror. I know what she sees in them- a guy who's crazy about her.