Lap sitting adventures

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In 7th grade, during a bus trip to a Field Day* class outing, a girl I knew sat on my lap for most of the journey. After a short time I began to get erect from her squirming.

After than, in later years, it was, “Get off now, you’re too heavy.”

* This trip was the first time I’d seen an in-ground lawn sprinkler. It completely mystified me.

a girl I knew sat on my lap for most of the journey.

Forgive me; but have to ask, why was this, and why did trip chaperone allow it?

Rigel- of course!

Dr. Z- sadly, nothing until I hit my 30s and discovered strip clubs. Had a blast then.

Uncle O- did it feel pleasurable at all, or was it just awkward? How did she feel about your stiffening member under her butt- was she amused, uncomfortable, or neutral about it?

Dr. Z- sadly, nothing until I hit my 30s and discovered strip clubs. Had a blast then.

Then don't you think full disclosure is a good idea when asking such questions and requesting details from others? I'm not seeing detail in your own statement.

While living in one state, we went fishing in another with a four hour ride to get there. We had quit farming, but picked up my cousin at their farm to go with us. The day before leaving camp for home, i coached my dear cousin to come sit in my lap on the way home to keep warm. And we could pretend to be lovers to help pass the time, if she wanted. We were both in our early teens, like 12 and 14. The car was a 1950 Chevy with a broken heater. There were four of us back there and as it got cold she scooted closer to me to me as we covered up. I took this to mean she wanted to play, but was not sure what to do next. She scooted down on the seat and leaned back on me. I nuzzled her neck and gave her a kiss. She leaned back on me hard and harder. My wandering hand went under her blouse and petted her tummy. With her wrist, she nudged my hand upward, and pulled the blanket up under her chin. I ventured further and approached her titty. She arched a little and dropped her head back onto my neck. When i found it, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly and i was frozen with such a treasure in my palm. Eventually loving on it as a bizzy bee on a flower, i suspect she was getting sore, maybe and tugged my arm down off of it. I found her belly button and was circling it, and soon she invited me lower to explore further, by stretching her elastic waist band open on her shorts. I let my finger tips slide further down onto her belly and kneaded her tummy as i had experienced with water trickling into my butt. She rubbed my hand and the length of my fore arm, encouraging me to go on. I could not believe what i found. Oh it was so different, I just cupped it and held it, not really knowing anything about arousal. Yet in a little while, she began to squirm and slowly hump. I felt her lubricate and a finger slipped between her lips. She put an elbow into my ribs and nudged me on further. I made myself at home, wondering what she might be experiencing. She gave me a pinch, jab, and tug signals till i found small area that needed more attention than i was ready to give. Though she let me know, not to stop. Going beyond what my hand really was comfortable with i entered into a determined frenzy on her, not allowing my hand any rest, though it was past done. I was really lost on her, but kept at what she seemed to want in an area i thought was way too delicate for this much work. She stiffened up and shoved back against me as her heals dug into the floor board of the old car. I did not have a clue! I noticed her chest heaving and took it as a hint and went straight for her titty again, but just to cup it and lightly ride her chest.

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I guess she was ok with it, I’m sure she must have felt it. Sex was pretty repressed in the early 60s, so no overt acknowledgment of anything related to it. (About ten years later we spent the night together on a trip and since neither of us had birth control, ended up using our hands to pleasure each other.)

On the bus were a couple of teachers to maintain order but not chaperones per se. As I recall it was a festive mood and the bus began singing a current hit pop tune*. She was sitting on my lap but we were clearly not trying to make out.

*Likely the Dixie Cups, Chapel of Love.

Years ago on a road trip I stopped off at some friends for an overnight to break the journey. As it was early evening they decided to have a BBQ.

Later, sitting around the fire, drinking and telling stories, their neighbour , who I took a real fancy to, asked if she could sit on my knee to keep warm as she was only wearing a light Summer dress. Not one to turn down a lady in distress I was more than happy to offer my lap. As the evening got dark and the drinks flowed She grabbed my hands and put my arms around her waist. Having her rathe plump bum on my bare legs did not go unnoticed by Mr Stiffy and I was soon trying to arrange myself more comfortably without being too obvious. Needless to say my movements didn't go unnoticed by the owner of these nice warm buttocks. She apologised for squashing me and straddled my one leg instead of sitting on my lap. In doing so, she had lifted her dress at the back and it was soon obvious to me she was sans culottes. and was soon easing herself unperceptively slightly back and forth on my leg.

It wasn't too long before I was aware that she was quite aroused as my leg was definitely getting smeared with her juices. I was really glad it was dark by now and most people were unable to see very far. She on the other hand didn't seem a bit concerned and had worked her hand back and up the leg of my shorts and freed Mr Stiffy and was slowly stroking him. I had to stop her as I was close to coming. By now I had my hand up the back of her dress and was stroking her very wet pussy. Finding her swollen little nubbing I went to work on that and it wasn't long before I could feel her thighs gripping my leg and she grabbed my hand and held it as she shuddered in a stiffled orgasm. I nearly shot my load then but managed not too.

After a little while she said she needed the bathroom and asked me to help her in the dark. We made our way across the yard to the house and she led me to the bathroom and pulling me inside kissed me hungrily before undoing my shorts and pulling those and my underwear down and proceeded to engulf my semi hard cock, soon bringing it to full attention. I wanted to bend her over the sink and burry myself inside her, but she shook her head, almost decapitating my and proceeded to blow me until I told her I was going to come and she just sucked until I exploded in her mouth. I just about collapsed on the bathroom floor. She looked up at me smiling and licking her lips.

We soon had to hurry back to the campfire so we wouldn't be missed.

I spent the night at their house, but she wouldn't stay. She was married and her husband was out of town for a few day.

Didn't mean for this to be so long, but it took a lot when I remembered all the details.

@DrZ - Thank you.

At summer camp, there was an old couch in the room where we met in the morning. It was usually occupied by a certain group, while the rest of us sat on the floor. Arriving early one day, I found the couch empty and took a seat there. Shortly after, the regulars arrived. One of them, actually the prettiest girl at camp, tried to drag me off the couch by pulling my arm. I resisted. She then changed tactics and plunked herself down on my lap. The morning meeting was then spent with her slowly grinding against my erection. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands and wrapped my arms around her waist, willing her to press harder. For the rest of the day, I was a hero to the other guys. I also find the scent of coconut sunscreen somewhat erotic...