Yes, get that fine ass on your lap

You have a hard time tearing your eyes away from your sexy and mostly-naked girlfriend. But as nice as your view of her is, you have an idea that'll let you do more than just look. So you look back down to the Rulebook and write some new rules into reality.

NEW RULE: Petite women are not allowed to sit in a chair unless they are on the lap of a man or non-petite woman.

NEW RULE: A petite woman in a romantic relationship is expected to sit on their partner's lap whenever possible.

You are surprised to find that nothing seems to change, despite the new rules. Christina is still sitting in her seat, drink in hand. But it isn't long before the manager from earlier comes over to your table with a stern look on her face.

"Sorry to bother you miss," the manager says, looking at Christina, "But the law says you aren't allowed to sit there anymore."

Christina looks confused for a moment, then blushes in embarrassment and hastily stands up, "Crap! I'm so sorry, I completely forgot!"

"It's alright," the manager says sympathetically, "I know the new rule is going to take some getting used to, but I still have to enforce it. Just don't let it happen again, okay?"

"Got it," Christina says with a nod.

The manager seems satisfied with this response and leaves. Christina watches her leave, then looks at you and says, "Can you scoot your chair out? I want to sit down."

"Yeah, sure," you say, pushing your chair back to make room. Christina comes over and sits down on your lap, leaning her small body against your chest and her butt near your crotch. She's short enough that you can still see over her, though you do have a bit of trouble reaching for your drink.

"Thanks, babe," Christina says, looking at you out of the corner of her eye, "I can't believe a law this weird was even made, but at least I've got you."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," you reply, setting your drink down and wrapping your arms around her waist, "I see having a hot little thing like you on my lap as a plus."

"Of course you do," she says, gently grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands up closer to her stomach, "Just keep your hands where they should be. Boyfriend or not, we're in public."

"Of course," you tell her, already having something in mind to fix that, "Honey, mind leaning over a second? I need to get something on the table."

"Yeah," Christina says, leaning to the side enough for you to access the Rulebook again. Despite the somewhat awkward angle, you manage to scrawl down an additional role on the page.

NEW RULE: The romantic partner of a petite woman has the right to grope and fondle the woman's body while they are sitting on their lap, no matter where they are at the time.

You lean back again and put your arms around Christina's waist again, and this time she doesn't object, even when one of your hands slip under the waistband of her thong. It's not until you reach up and start teasing one of her nipples that Christina squirms in your lap.

"Hey, take it easy, okay?" she says, "This is going to take some getting used to."

"What happened to the whole 'diving into cold water' thing?" you tease with a smirk as you continue to play with her handful of a breast.

"That kind of thing is easier said than done," Christina counters, "Especially when your 'little buddy' keeps poking me in the rear."

"Touche," you say with a chuckle. You kiss her on the nape of her neck and move your free hand to gently rub the front of her thong. You kiss her a bit more while doing this, then say in her ear, "But I'm not the only one enjoying it, am I?"

"Oh shut it, Nick," she says, her body growing hotter in your grasp.

You continue to idly play with Christina's body while you look around the cafe in curiosity. Not much has changed with the embarrassed waitress, but when you look over at the table where the petite businesswoman was sitting, you find it empty. At first you think that she may have left, until you look down and see her sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking rather frustrated as she does her best to stay comfortable while she does her business. Apparently she was either unable to get permission to sit on someone's lap, or too prideful to ask. Either way, it's still a funny sight to see her dressed only in a pair of panties and trying doing paperwork in the same kind of position a child would color on the floor.

You feel Christina's crotch start to grow damp, and she lets out a tiny moan between clenched lips. She then says to you, "Hey, can you slow down a bit? I'm starting to get... excited."

You chuckle at this, "Hey, so am I, and I'm not complaining."

"Yeah, but you aren't the one who's going to have the wet spot on your underwear visible to everyone," she says with a hint of annoyance, "And you might be able to play with me, but we still can't get too crazy in here."

"That's a good point," you say, letting up ever so slightly. Of course, you have a way to change that rather easily. And the stiff cock in your pants is certainly a very strong motivator to do so. Really, it wasn't a matter of if you were going to take things further at this point, but how.