Testing boundaries

Alicia stares at you intently. "... John," she says, eventually. "There's something... I can't describe about you. I want to see if I'm comfortable with you. Don't make any sudden moves," she says, craning her head slightly while still staring at you. "Okay?"

You say nothing.

Alicia does not seem disturbed by your silence. Slowly, she gets up, and saunters around the table. Her slim fit jeans hug her butt and thighs neatly, and her white blouse falls open slightly, as she leans experimentally towards you. You hear her sniff slightly, and she puts an experimental hand on your leg: nothing very sensual, but testing how you react. You feel yourself flinch very slightly, but don't move out tense up.

Alicia looks you intently in the eye, and after half a minute, she moves her hand to your shoulder. Taking your other shoulder, she gracefully steps over your legs, to bring herself sitting in your lap. She rests there, relaxed, apart from her quickening breathing.

"Does it feel good to sit in my lap?" You ask Alicia. She takes a deep breath, and lets out a long, gentle hummmmmmmmm.

She stretches her arms upwards, arching her chest towards you, turning her head slightly. "Yes, I do like sitting in your lap. It's nice and warm. It feels... good."