Lead him along

As the movie starts, you try to lean in to him, to gently warm him up to the idea of being close to you, but he obliviously sits up straight and munches on his popcorn as the movie begins. You stretch your arms, trying to put your right arm around him, but he's leaning forward, intent on the movie, you know the jacket's not helping your style as well - it's not as warm as your bare arm would be.

Luckily, you know there are parts of you that are exposed, and you stretch your legs as far as you can, nudging your foot with his. While he definitely notices that, and your right calf rubs up against his knee, he simply looks at your legs briefly, letting his gaze measure your legs for a moment before returning to the screen.

'Okay, so he's not a legs guy. This might take some creativity.'

You sip your drink, and pretend to lose yourself in the movie for a bit, although as you expected, it's not realy your thing (it's some type of science fiction deal). You try to rub his hands with yours every once in a while, and eventually you notice his eyes following you when you try to touch him.

As soon as you do that, you move that hand to your jacket's zipper, and move it down a bit, and you notice him turn to see how low you go. With a laugh, you lower it to just above your breasts, knowing that won't show much.

"it's getting a bit hot in here..." you pretend to fan yourself, and laugh as you lean back to watch the movie, spreading out the lapels of the jacket as you do so. That has the effect of lowering the zipper a bit more, down to your breasts, and you notice his eyes definitely following that.

So he's a breasts man. You definitely have the goods to deal with that. But it's not just that you need him to want you - you need him to crave you. You want to draw him out of his shell and put his mind in places it's never been around girls like you. You've made a decent start, but it's time to up the ante.

And luckily, the movie obliges, as the heroes are now off of their spaceship, and in a dance club of some sort, where the women in the back ground are gyrating on platforms in skimpy clothes. More then what you're wearing under the jacket, but still.

He's clearly uneasy with those aspects of this scene, and you lean in to him. "Don't you wish you were there right now?"

"Yeah! I wish I was Captain Honeycutt on the-"

"No, silly." you reply - he wasn't faking it, as he didn't know what you were asking. "Don't you wish you could be there, watching the girls dance and flaunt their bodies for you? Giving themselves to you?"

That hit a nerve, and he stutters in his reply, his gaze locked on the screen. "Um...n-n-not necessarily-"

"Why not?" you ask innocently. "Don't you like beautiful women in skimpy clothes? Don't all guys like that?"

"Of course I do." he replies.

You lean in right next to his ear. "And what about my dress? Wouldn't you call that skimpy? It's backless and had a v down to my navel." You slowly creep your hand onto his leg, and while he almost jumps out of his seat, he manages to stay in, although you notice he's no longer interested in snacking.

"I think I have my answer." you've made your way to his crotch now, and you rub it briefly before moving back down his thigh for the moment. "Do you think I'm beautiful, Gerald?"

"y-y-yes..."

"Would you like it if I danced for you? Like the girls in there are dancing for the guys?" The scene is now a very short one of a glance at a lap dance taking place, and it quickly moves on.

"I don't think you could-"

"What?!" you've both kept your voices low, but you spring out of your seat at that, and sit down gently on Gerald's lap, your ass leaning into his crotch, and your head next to his as you whisper. "I'll prove I can dance!"

The jacket is cramping your style for the moment, but you begin grinding your ass in his cock, moving your your hands over his arms, and your legs over his when you can, and you feel him growing under you, and you smile as you feel him grip the seats white-knuckled, his gaze splitting between the screen and down your jacket as he tries to calm himself down.

"That's n-n-not what I meant - I don't want to make you take off your dress, that's all."

`Bingo'. you think, and you circle your arms behind his head as you whisper to him form the side, still sitting on his lap. "You don't need to make me. I did it already."

You don't need to look, as you know his eyes are widening with the implications of what you just said, and how you hope he'll react.