I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my first promenade, but the lonesome job was, I didn't hump how to dance. I had asked Denise, a girl that I had flirted with all twelvemonth to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up sufficiency money from my paper road for a tux, and a limousine, and now the dancing outlet was going to ruin it all. My mom said her friend JoAnn was a dance teacher, and that maybe if I asked her, she would instruct me. I was so shy. It took me 10 attempts to finally press out the last finger's breadth on the telephone to call Denise and ask her to the prom. I couldn't ask my mother's friend. I begged my mom to ask her, and after days of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a meter for JoAnn to make out to the home, and teach me to dance. It was going to be Th 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 base from shoal, I could palpate the butterfly stroke in my breadbasket beginning to imprint. I played baseball, and nigh other fun. Athletes didn't dance. So I was torn between betraying my perceive manhood, and having my friends jape at me, so I told nobody. I didn't William Tell Denise, because I didn't want to make unrealistic expectations. skilful to storm her I thought. The Doorbell rang, and I could see JoAnne through the duncical glass. I guess I should tell you about JoAnn.

JoAnne was in her mid 30's, married, had 2 Young youngster, 4 and 2. My family had met her family the summer before on a camping trip with some other families that we used to camp with. She was the babe of one of the woman whose household came camping during the summer with us on a regular basis. My mom and JoAnn became very honest supporter. I remember being on the camping trip and being blown away by her beauty and hot eubstance ! She had red hair down to her corking ass, huge tits, and she loved showing her torso off, especially at the encampment consortium. Wearing a skimpy bikini, that accentuated her cleavage, she drove all the men crazy. I even caught my dad looking at her tits. I just laughed to myself. Joann was probably 10 year untried than the other woman there, and she just seemed so cool in so many ways. Not like almost of my mom's booster. trust me when I say I spent many times picturing her in that lean bikini while I jerked off thinking about her naked body underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the reasons I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to learn me to trip the light fantastic toe, we would have to touch, and all I could mean about was not being able-bodied to control my dick and getting a hard 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 cleavage, and a silk, flowing chick, to her knee, she said,"Hi Freddy, so are you ready to learn how to dance ?"I thanked her for offering to teach me how to trip the light fantastic, and I told her that I was excited. She said,"I can't believe how improbable you've gotten since last summer. You are growing up to be such a handsome man. Your engagement is one lucky girl to give birth you as a date ! I blushed. She told me that before we get started, we should come up with a program. So we sat down, and we talked. This was the recently 70's and Disco, Donna summer, Saturday nighttime fever and the Bee Gees were all democratic at the fourth dimension. She told me that she wanted to teach me the bunko game, and that with that dancing, we could adjust other dances as well. She said the fuss was the most popular stream saltation, and that would be the one to gain me look like a good 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 near young woman dream about slow dancing at their promenade. She asked me if I was just friends with Denise, or if we were boyfriend and girlfriend."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 have Denise, or any other lady friend I wanted because girls loved a guy who was a good social dancer. When I teach you how to displace your pelvic arch, and how to keep in line a girl's crusade on the dance level, they will be so hot for you ; you will have mass of girlfriend. She said that a well male dancer was the practiced aphrodisiac. If I knew how to locomote my hips, my body, in a secure & sultry way, & how to head a woman on the dance storey, I could write my own ticket with any woman I wanted. She said she was going to teach me enough to be able-bodied to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very rouse, but in Sir Thomas More ways than one. I felt some movement in my drawers. This was not going to be commodity. JoAnne told me that if I wanted, that we could do another moral, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really look adept on the terpsichore floor, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her instructions to the letter, then I would ascertain how to control our movements, the situation on the dance floor, and whatever missy I was dancing with, would just take after my lead-in. I was half listening to her, trying to reckon about baseball, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my pants, before I had to place upright up. Success, I got it to go down ! Just in prison term because JoAnn grabbed my hand, and said,"Let's make you a bang-up dancer."

We started with basic crusade, mostly in the feet. I was very tight, and she was trying to get me to loosen up. She grabbed my hips, and started moving them this way and that. She controlled my articulatio coxae, and told me this was the movement that made great dancer and devotee. She took my hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the moves of the sting were. The music was blaring, the round was throbbing, and that wasn't the only affair that began to pulsate. I was touching this hot cleaning lady, and I couldn't controller it. shit, I had to consider about baseball a lot to keep my hard on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to take your blood brother and sister to the Dentist ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big smile semen over JoAnne's face. I wasn't sure why. The door slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's Thatch you how to slow dancing !

She had me stand up, and taught me proper dancing position. She put her workforce on my rose hip and taught me how to properly move them. Then she put her hips against mine, and began to teach me how to extend my collaborator physical structure and hips into any position I wanted, depending on what terpsichore I was doing. OMG, being snug to her, touching her, and smelling her delicious scent was driving me mad. 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 puckish twinkle in her eye. As soon as she heard the car drag out of the driveway, Joanne continued the lesson. She told me to pull 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 clench of the bulge in my pants, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we have here. '' I was so embarrass, I just wanted to die. Joanne was amazing. She told me that it was perfectly convention for a guy to get excited and a severe on while dancing. She said just as crucial as it was to keep in line my consistency bm while dancing, it was just as authoritative to control my erection. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to have a successful example & learn me how to dance in one lesson, something would get to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pant and disengage my difficult on from the restraint it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my backbreaking cock with her hand, and long finger's breadth nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lubricator to stroke it well-off. I could n't conceive what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my hard rooster, she flicked her tongue at the drumhead of my penis. Wow, this was my first gust job ever, and it was being performed to ne plus ultra by this hot sure-enough woman. She put the length of my cock in her velvet sassing, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my heads were spinning, and making me dizzy with XTC.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my balls for ten minutes, and just when I was about to explode, 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 learn how to be in control condition and take control condition in the present moment. That allowed me to regain my composure. JoAnn told me to call for ascendency of this state of affairs, and wind. 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 head, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful tit, in all their all raw smasher. I moved my clapper down to her nipples, and began using my clapper to tease and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her skirt to the floor, and put my hand over her scanty. Her slit was so hot and wet. My fingers absorbed her wetness and I put my fingers in my mouth to sample her. Mmm, I just had to taste her honey for actual with my tongue. I leaned her back on the lounge, removed her step-in, and put my lip on her twat. It was the sweetest smelling pussy. My friends always told me that twat smelled like fish, but this was nothing like that. I gave her kitty-cat a good tongue lashing, then put my fingers inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clit. She was now the one who was losing control. Her legs were shaking, her torso bucking, and the thigh-slapper were loud and intense. She screamed dance with me and Fuck me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would hire the principal, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the head of my cock against her. We did that for a while, and then I lifted her up, inserted my cock inside her waiting pussy, and continued to dance and move my pelvic girdle. That's it Freddy, postulate ascendence, always saltation like your fucking and fuck like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a complaint. Follow the music. progress a rhythm that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to fuck with euphony in the background,"just let the movements and euphony guide the lovemaking."
After she came again, she said now for the big finish. She said, it is kind of like the Dip."The Dip puts an exclaiming point on a not bad performance, just like an orgasm does the same. Put your exclaiming head on your performance Freddy !"And with that, I let out a guttural scream and released the biggest cargo of cum I ever had, all over her dead body. It seemed like my climax and ejaculation went on forever. She rubbed all of my love cream all over her trunk, and we sat together, not saying a Word. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and end the hustle. We got dressed, and my lessons blurred into one, for the rest of the afternoon, but it all seemed to fit together. Just as we were finishing, my mom and brother and sister came back. My mom walked in and asked how the example went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better student. As a thing of fact, I think he has some real talent, and I would like to shape with him and give him more than lessons, because I think he has some actual potential !"If he would like, I have some absolve time tomorrow afternoon, because my kidskin have a birthday party, and I would bang to continue the moral. She gave me a big flash, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the best professional dancer in the world !