Emily

(Artist: Mimpish)

You work through most of the day on the farm, clearing spreading weeds and debris, repairing fences, checking on your livestock and planting some new crops and helping the juminos harvest the grown. The farm might not need to much work putting into it now but it's still best to give it your personal attention every so often.

When you look up at the sky while taking a break you realise the sun is starting to set. You wipe your hands off on your jeans and nod to yourself. Everything else can wait until tomorrow. For now you need a drink.
By time you make it to The Stardrop Saloon the sun has fully set and it's later than you'd realised. You hustle in holding the door for Harvey who's just leaving. He gives you a smile and a polite nod as he passes you. There's still a few people around though so you grab a seat at an empty table. You don't have to wait long to catch Emily's eye. Her face splits into a beaming grin as she sees you, you mime a drink at her and she throws a thumbs up back to you.

Before too long she makes her way back to you with a pint which she delicately places in front of you. "Heyy Farmer! Looks like you've had a long day! You need to remember to take breaks now and then too!" You smile and nod and then realise the remaining patrons are starting to leave as well. It's late already. You wince and start to appogise to Emily. "Sorry I can drink this quickly-"
"It's no trouble at all! I'll let Gus know he can head to bed and I'll wait here with you, don't rush ok? I want to talk to you anyway!"
You bemusedly watch Emily suddenly burst into motion, rushing back behind the bar to have a quick conversation with Gus. You can't catch the words but Gus nods and heads back to his private living area, waving to you with a smile as he goes. You wave back to him as Emily returns to you grinning. "I said I'll close up once you finish this drink, now it's just us!"
She bites her lip a little as she seems to consider something, "I want to show you something, it's my secret hobby... I've been practising for months. Here pull your chair out a bit." You follow her guidance and turn the chair away from the table to face her, confused. Your right arm still rests on the table with your beer as you face Emily and the open centre of the saloon. Emily nods approvingly.

She gestures for you to stay where you are and then vanishes back behind the bar, she pulls out a music player, she clicks it and music fills the room. You throw glance to the door Gus left through but Emily reassures you. "Don't worry! Those walls are real thick, Gus won't hear anything from here." She takes a stance just in front of you, "Now, sit back, relax, and allow yourself to be carried away to a better place... okay?"

As the music kicks in she claps along for a few beats, her hips start to shake along to the beat, her red dress swaying with the motion. You drink at your beer as you watch her, Emily smiles as she starts to spin slowly. Her hips circle as she turns and the fabric of her dress flares out each circle, exposing more of her legs and threatening to reveal even more. As she completes her spin and comes back to facing your her hands run up the fabric of her dress, tantalising pulling up the fabric of the skirts but letting them drop before they get too high. She sways in time to the music and as her hands reach her breasts they slide up her sides. She pushes in and her hands slide up and past, teasing over the mound of her breasts. She runs her hands up through her blue hair grinning at you. The rhythmic motion of her hips demanding your attention, as her hands drop to rest on her hips. Each tantalising motion guiding your eyes with firm deliberation. You flush with excitment and try to cover it up drinking from your glass, using it as an excuse to break eye contact.

Emily laughs and begins her slow spin again. You eyes drawn to her juicy ass as she reaches 180 degrees facing away from you. In time to a shifted beat she bends forwards, presenting herself to you as she slowly straightens again. She turns back to you and begins to take slow, rhythmic steps forward, closing the short distance between you. Her hands run up her body again, tracing the line of her buttons up the centre of her dress. As she reaches her neckline she starts to unbutton, a delicate motion of her fingers that demand every ounce of your attention. A few buttons down exposes her cleavage, a few more and a button below her breasts is the only thing holding the fabic above covering them.

You tilt your glass back to take another sip, only to find that it's empty. She's closed the distance between you now and she delicately wraps her fingers around the glass, taking it from you and despositing it on the table. With her other hand she reaches out, running her fingers through your hair. She runs it down the side of your neck and both hands down your chest over the fabric of your shirt, and down, to run the plam of each hand down each of your thighs. Her thumbs reaching out and running over the bulge that her dance so far has encouraged from you, a pleased grin on her face. She spins and lowers herself into your lap, rocking her hips against you in time to the music. She rests her back against your chest as she rocks leaning her head to one side to whisper to you.
"You are allowed... to touch..."

+1 Relationship with Emily