What Happened When She Sat on My Lap in the Car on the Way to the Wedding

Read a genuine lived sex story. I'll tell you about a passion-filled memory from three years ago, as a real sex story. Back then, wedding season had started in our neighborhood; everyone was in a frenzy, rushing this way and that. We were getting ready to go to a wedding in another district with our family. We were going by car, but things took a turn very different from what I expected. Melda, 21 years old, 1.75 tall, with black hair, a slim waist, and full hips that turned heads. We set off in Rıfat bro's big minibus from the neighborhood; there were 7-8 seats in the back, but the aunts had filled them with bags and purses. Melda and I were left standing. Melda, with a mischievous smile, said, "I'll sit, you sit on my lap." I laughed, "Can you even lift me?" Rabia aunt jumped in, "Gökhan, you sit, Melda sits on your lap," so we had no choice but to agree. I settled into the seat, and Melda sat on my lap. But right then, one side of her hip was brushing my dick—soft, warm, arousing. I was trying hard to hold back, but it was no use; my dick started getting hard bit by bit, I'm sure she felt it. It wasn't small, and with every movement, the contact got more intense. The aunts up front were in their own world, gossiping loudly. I was holding Melda by the waist, my hands slippery with sweat. Then the car braked suddenly; Melda lurched forward, and when she sat back, she missed my leg and landed right on my dick. She froze for a second, but didn't adjust—instead, she pressed down lightly and kept going. With every brake, she rocked forward and back, her hip grinding against my dick. She had on thin sweatpants underneath, her wedding outfit in a bag to change into later. The thinness of the sweatpants let me feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy. My hand slid to her thigh, I leaned to her ear and whispered, "You're driving me crazy." She looked into my eyes and said, "You should ask me," her voice shaky but naughty. We were in the very back seat, a few steps ahead were other seats, no one could see us. My courage grew; my hand slid over her sweatpants to her pussy, started caressing. Melda was moaning softly, the aunts' noise drowning her out. I slipped my fingers inside the sweatpants, past her panties, and reached her pussy—it was soaking wet, so warm. As I stroked, she trembled, and a few minutes later she orgasmed; her body shook, her breath quickened. Right after, I pulled my dick out of my boxers and put it in her hand. She was playing with it by hand, but "Stop," I said, "If I cum, we can't clean it up, it'll be a mess." We were approaching the wedding venue anyway. I'd put my clothes back on, got out and lit a cigarette, but my mind was still on that fiery moment in the car—it was just like a sex story. At the wedding venue, seeing Melda blew my mind. She was in a tight black skirt, a red dress hugging her breasts on top; light makeup but mesmerizing, her lips shining. We hung out for an hour or two, danced, but our eyes kept searching for each other. Then Melda came to me, leaned to my ear, "Come to the car in ten minutes," and slipped out of the hall. My heart was pounding. Ten minutes later, I went outside; the minibus was parked in a secluded corner, no one around. The back door was open, I went in. Melda was sitting on the three-seater in the back, legs crossed, looking at me. "You got me so worked up in the car, show me what you can do," she said, her voice challenging yet pleading. I sat right next to her, started caressing her legs; her skin was like silk. We started kissing, her lips sweet and hot. Her skirt barely covered her pussy, her legs fully spread. While kissing, I ran my hand over her legs, her moans growing. I took her hand and put it on my dick, made her stroke. I stopped kissing, pulled up her red dress and tossed it aside—no bra underneath. I dove into her breasts, sucked her nipples, licked them; one hand on my dick, the other on her own breast, watching me. Then I laid Melda on the seat, took off her skirt and panties. It was dark, couldn't see much, but when her pussy's wetness touched my tongue, I went wild. I licked for ten minutes, her moans filling the car—it was a total sex story scene, full of passion. Then I sat on the seat, pulled out my dick. Melda got on her knees, took it in her mouth; her tongue was dancing like crazy. She was pushing her head down, couldn't take it all but took what she could, holding for a few seconds then releasing. She started licking fast and furious, me sprawled on the seat, flying with pleasure. After a bit, "Come on," I said, pulled her to straddle me facing me. When she sat on my dick, she let out a scream, her pussy tight but I slid in like an arrow. I held her hips and thrust up hard and fast; she screamed while I lost myself in ecstasy. Right then, in the moonlight, I noticed a kid watching us from outside—hand in his pants, jerking off, couldn't make out his face. That turned me on even more; I started fucking Melda hard. Then I lifted her and laid her down, pulled her legs to her chest, got on top and shoved into her pussy. I fucked for ten minutes, Melda screaming as she orgasmed, the car shaking. I pulled out and came in her mouth and on her breasts. We cleaned up with tissues, Melda went to freshen her makeup. On the way back from the wedding, while everyone slept in the car, Melda sneaked closer to my lap and gave me oral sex, making me cum once more—no one noticed, silent and skillful. From that day on, we fuck every chance we get; in secluded spots, secret moments, with passion. These memories are etched in my mind as the hottest sex stories of my life. Oh my God, I loved this post! The things that happened on the way to the wedding played out right in front of my eyes. The way you described the "incident" on your lap was so fun and genuine, I burst out laughing for real! It felt like something that could happen to anyone, that natural storytelling is awesome. Sharing such a beautiful memory amid all the wedding hustle is so nice. Even though I don't know you, it felt like I was right there with you, living that moment together. I hope for more shares like this. It's so valuable when people share the little, beautiful moments of their lives in such a sincere way. When searching on Google, they could use words like "funny wedding memories", "wedding trip disaster", "funny car incidents", "things that happened on the way to the wedding". In other words, the title you wrote is a great, attention-grabbing title! I'm sure your post will reach so many people. Congrats!