I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my inaugural prom, but the exclusively job was, I didn't do it how to trip the light fantastic. I had asked Denise, a girl that I had flirted with all year to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up adequate money from my paper route for a tux, and a limo, and now the dancing issue was going to break it all. My mom said her friend JoAnn was a terpsichore instructor, and that maybe if I asked her, she would teach me. I was so shy. It took me 10 attempt to finally compact the conclusion digit on the phone to call in Denise and ask her to the promenade. I couldn't ask my mother's acquaintance. I begged my mom to ask her, and after 24-hour interval of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a clock time for JoAnn to arrive to the house, and learn me to dance. It was going to be Thursday good afternoon at 4:30 in the afternoon, and I couldn't have been more nervous and excited.

Thursday came, and when I got home from school, I could feel the butterfly stroke in my stomach beginning to form. I played baseball, and well-nigh former sports. Athletes didn't dancing. So I was torn between betraying my comprehend humanness, and having my protagonist laugh at me, so I told nobody. I didn't tell Denise, because I didn't want to create unrealistic anticipation. Better to surprise her I thought. The Doorbell rang, and I could see JoAnne through the thick methamphetamine hydrochloride. I guess I should secernate you about JoAnn.

JoAnne was in her mid 30's, married, had 2 youthful children, 4 and 2. My home had met her family the summer before on a camping head trip with some early mob that we used to camp with. She was the sister of one of the woman whose menage came camping during the summer with us on a regular base. My mom and JoAnn became very undecomposed protagonist. I remember being on the camping tripper and being blown away by her beauty and hot body ! She had red hairsbreadth down to her great ass, huge knocker, and she loved showing her organic structure off, especially at the campground pool. Wearing a skimpy two-piece, that accentuated her cleavage, she drove all the men crazy. I even caught my dad looking at her titmouse. I just laughed to myself. Joann was probably 10 yr younger than the other char there, and she just seemed so aplomb in so many ways. Not like about of my mom's booster. Believe me when I say I spent many metre picturing her in that skimpy bikini while I jerked off thinking about her raw trunk underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the reason I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to teach me to dance, we would sustain to advert, and all I could consider about was not being able to keep in line my dick and getting a knockout on. Boy, would that be embarrassing !

Well, I opened the door, and there was JoAnne. Looking hot as ever, dressed in a low cut V-neck top which accentuated her segmentation, and a silk, flowing skirt, to her knee, she said,"Hi Freddy, so are you ready to learn how to dance ?"I thanked her for offering to instruct me how to dance, and I told her that I was excited. She said,"I can't believe how grandiloquent you've gotten since shoemaker's last summer. You are growing up to be such a bighearted man. Your appointment is one lucky girl to have you as a date ! I blushed. She told me that before we get started, we should follow up with a plan. So we sat down, and we talked. This was the recently 70's and Disco, Donna Summer, Saturday Nox Fever and the Bee gee were all popular at the time. She told me that she wanted to teach me the con game, and that with that terpsichore, we could accommodate early saltation as well. She said the hustle was the most popular flow dance, and that would be the one to attain me search like a in force dancer. She also asked me if I knew how to slow dance. I told her not really. She said it was important to be a good slow dancer because most girlfriend dream about boring terpsichore at their promenade. She asked me if I was just friends with Denise, or if we were fellow and lady friend."No, I have never had a girlfriend ”, I told her. She said that after she got done teaching me how to dance, that I could bear Denise, or any former miss I wanted because girls loved a guy who was a good terpsichorean. When I teach you how to travel your articulatio coxae, and how to control a girl's movements on the dance trading floor, they will be so hot for you ; you will have plenty of girl. She said that a good male terpsichorean was the best aphrodisiac. If I knew how to move my pelvic arch, my body, in a strong & sensual way, & how to lead a fair sex on the dance floor, I could pen my own slate with any adult female I wanted. She said she was going to teach me enough to be capable to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very excited, but in Thomas More agency than one. I felt some crusade in my pant. This was not going to be full. JoAnne told me that if I wanted, that we could do another lesson, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really look good on the dance floor, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her education to the varsity letter, then I would ascertain how to control our movements, the berth on the terpsichore level, and whatever girl I was dancing with, would just follow my track. I was half hearing to her, trying to guess about baseball game, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my pants, before I had to endure up. achiever, I got it to go down ! Just in time because JoAnn grabbed my helping hand, and said,"Let's make you a great dancer."

We started with basic movements, mostly in the foot. I was very tight, and she was trying to get me to loosen up. She grabbed my hip joint, and started moving them this way and that. She controlled my hips, and told me this was the apparent motion that made great dancers and lovers. She took my script, and started twirling me, showing me what the move of the sting were. The music was blaring, the beat was throbbing, and that wasn't the only if affair that began to pulse. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn't ascendance it. Damn, I had to guess about baseball a lot to keep my hard on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to carry your comrade and sister to the Dentist ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big smile come over JoAnne's face. I wasn't sure why. The doorway slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's teach you how to slow dancing !

She had me abide up, and taught me right dance posture. She put her hands on my hips and taught me how to properly locomote them. Then she put her pelvis against mine, and began to teach me how to lead my partners body and hips into any office I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being closemouthed to her, touching her, and smelling her delicious odour was driving me crazy. I was getting hard and the bulge in my pants was becoming obvious. I know she noticed it, and was enjoying teasing me.

Joanne smirked and I saw a mischievous sparkling in her eye. As soon as she heard the car pull out of the driveway, Joanne continued the object lesson. She told me to draw her by the hand, and twirl her so that her hips and seawall were now touching mine. When I did this, she immediately felt my huge hard-on. She smiled, grabbed a hold of the bulge in my gasp, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we consume here. '' I was so embarrassed, I just wanted to die. Joanne was amazing. She told me that it was perfectly normal for a guy to get turn on and a hard on while dancing. She said just as authoritative as it was to hold in my body movements while dancing, it was just as important to control my erection. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to have a successful example & teach me how to dance in one object lesson, something would have to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pant and freed my hard on from the constraints it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my difficult cock with her hand, and long finger nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lubricant to stroke it easy. I could n't believe what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my hard pecker, she flicked her tongue at the headspring of my penis. Wow, this was my first blow job ever, and it was being performed to flawlessness by this hot honest-to-god woman. She put the duration of my dick in her velvet lip, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my heads were spinning, and making me dizzy with raptus.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my balls for ten instant, and just when I was about to burst forth, she looked at me and said, `` Do n't ! '' Ever the instructor, Joann told me sex was just like dancing, and that I needed to find out how to be in control and bring control in the moment. That allowed me to regain my calmness. JoAnn told me to submit ascendancy of this situation, and lead. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her into me, looked into her eyes, and started kissing her passionately. My tongue darted and played with hers, and I lifted her shirt over her read/write head, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful tits, in all their all natural peach. I moved my tongue down to her pap, and began using my tongue to tease and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her skirt to the floor, and put my manus over her panties. Her pussy was so hot and wet. My digit absorbed her wetness and I put my finger's breadth in my oral cavity to taste her. Mmm, I just had to taste her dearest for substantial with my glossa. I leaned her back on the couch, removed her step-in, and put my mouth on her snatch. It was the sweetest smelling pussy. My champion always told me that snatch smelled like fish, but this was zero like that. I gave her pussy a dependable tongue lashing, then put my finger inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clit. She was now the one who was losing ascendance. Her legs were shaking, her body bucking, and the shrieking were loud and intense. She screamed dance with me and shag me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would take the spark advance, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the head of my turncock against her. We did that for a piece, and then I lifted her up, inserted my cock inside her waiting pussy, and continued to dance and move my hips. That's it Freddy, take control, always dance like your fucking and fuck like your saltation, and you will never, ever get a complaint. Follow the medicine. Build a calendar method that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to fuck with euphony in the background,"just let the movements and music guide the love."
After she came again, she said now for the big finish. She said, it is variety of like the Dip."The Dip puts an ecphonesis breaker point on a bully operation, just like an orgasm does the like. Put your exclaiming item on your execution Freddy !"And with that, I let out a guttural scream and released the biggest cargo of cum I ever had, all over her body. It seemed like my orgasm and ejaculation went on forever. She rubbed all of my erotic love pick all over her body, and we sat together, not saying a intelligence. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and finish the hustle. We got dressed, and my lessons blurred into one, for the rest of the good afternoon, but it all seemed to fit together. Just as we were finishing, my mom and crony and babe came back. My mom walked in and asked how the moral went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better bookman. As a matter of fact, I think he has some real talent, and I would care to sour with him and give him Sir Thomas More lessons, because I think he has some real potency !"If he would like, I have some free time tomorrow afternoon, because my tiddler have a natal day party, and I would fuck to cover the lesson. She gave me a big wink, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the best dancer in the humanity !