Let her dance

Emily's hips rock against your bulge, her skirt seems to barely cover her as she moves. You place your hands on her hips to squeeze her and lean down to kiss the skin of neck, resting as it is so tantalisingly close to your face. You gently encourage her motion but continue allowing her lead. She slides herself further back so that her skirt covers your lap. She hums softly in appreciation of your bulge but doesn't let it interupt how her body still sways to the music. Her right hand reaches back to your side and she runs it up, behind your shoulder and into your hair, encouraging you to kiss her neck again. You moan softly into her skin as her hips press down on you again. She speeds up her motion in response, a full rotation of her hips now taking two beats of the song rather than four. The faster motion pushing you closer to climax.

You run your hands up her body, squeezing her breasts over her dress and then fiddling to undo another couple of buttons. With the added freedom to work, you pull the fabric of her dress down, without a bra her soft breasts spill free to rest in the palms of your hands. You squeeze, the fingers of each hand pushing into the ample flesh of each of Emily's breasts. She keeps rocking against you, her fingers twining through your hair. Teasing you and pushing closer to overloading. With your left hand you keep squeezing her breast, while you slide your right up, over the bare skin of her neck and past. Your index finger rests on her lips and she opens her mouth, inviting you in. You slide your index and ring finger between her lips and she closes her mouth and sucks gently on them. Her tongue gently laps at your fingertips and her motion changes from dancing to be more like bouncing on you. Faster now, up and down on your bulge, her ass pressed against your chest. You realise the song has finished and the only sound is the music of Emily's soft moans around your fingers and her body meeting yours. You're straining inside your clothes and suddenly, with the friction of Emily's body, you reach of point of release. You gasp and shudder and Emily stops, grining around your fingers knowing what she's done to you. She makes only little wiggles as she encourages you to ride your high, while you unload in your clothes and she feels your cock twitching under her.

As you come down you pull your fingers from between her lips, a small trail of saliva connecting you both for a moment longer as you pull away. You help Emily to feet and she gives a twirl then bends down to give you a breathless kiss on the lips, both of her hands running through your hair again.

"So..." she gasps, catching her breath "... what did you think?"
"That was amazing!" You breathe heavily yourself, matching her.
"Thank you! Phew... that was quite a workout... I haven't been this sweaty since I ordered the pepper platter at Abigail's graduation fiesta!" You raise your eyebrows at her, that's what she wants to talk about right now?! "One sec!" She grabs your beer glass and tucks it behind the bar to handle tomorrow, fixing her dress as she walks back.
"...Well I better take a shower," she looks down at you with a smile. "And I think you should too. Thanks for watching." She winks. As you stand she tucks the chair back away, giving it a quick wipe down with her skirt. You head out together and she locks the door behind you both. Emily waves goodbye cheerily and abruptly skips off back to her house. You shake your head in surprise, waving goodbye to her retreating back.
Fortunately it's late enough that you don't bump into anyone on your way home and have to come up with and excuse for your state. You shower as Emily suggested and flop, exhausted, into bed.