I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my first prom, but the solitary problem was, I didn't have it off how to trip the light fantastic. I had asked Denise, a missy that I had flirted with all class to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up enough money from my paper itinerary for a tux, and a limousine, and now the dancing effect 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 teach me. I was so shy. It took me 10 attempts to finally press the last figure on the telephony to anticipate Denise and ask her to the promenade. I couldn't ask my mother's admirer. I begged my mom to ask her, and after days of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a time for JoAnn to occur to the theater, and instruct me to dance. It was going to be Thursday 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 schoolhouse, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach beginning to form. I played baseball game, and about other sports. jock didn't dance. So I was torn between betraying my perceived manhood, and having my friends jest at me, so I told nobody. I didn't tell Denise, because I didn't want to create unrealistic prospect. Better to surprise her I thought. The Doorbell rang, and I could see JoAnne through the thick glass. I guess I should tell you about JoAnn.

JoAnne was in her mid 30's, married, had 2 Brigham Young children, 4 and 2. My family unit had met her fellowship the summer before on a camping trip with some other home that we used to camp with. She was the sister of one of the woman whose house came camping during the summertime with us on a unconstipated cornerstone. My mom and JoAnn became very beneficial friend. I remember being on the bivouacking trip and being blown away by her ravisher and hot consistency ! She had red hair down to her great ass, huge breast, and she loved showing her physical structure off, especially at the camping ground consortium. Wearing a skimpy bikini, that accentuated her cleavage, she drove all the men crazy. I even caught my dad looking at her knocker. I just laughed to myself. Joann was probably 10 year younger than the early charwoman there, and she just seemed so assuredness in so many ways. Not like about of my mom's ally. consider me when I say I spent many times picturing her in that skimpy bikini while I jerked off thinking about her raw body underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the reasons I was also skittish. I knew that for JoAnne to teach me to trip the light fantastic, we would hold to touch, and all I could mean about was not being able 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 wench, to her knee joint, 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 toe, and I told her that I was excited. She said,"I can't believe how tall you've gotten since close summer. You are growing up to be such a handsome man. Your day of the month is one favourable miss to have you as a day of the month ! I blushed. She told me that before we get started, we should come up with a plan. So we sat down, and we talked. This was the late 70's and disco music, Donna summer, Saturday Night fever and the Bee g were all pop at the time. She told me that she wanted to teach me the confidence trick, and that with that dance, we could adapt former dances as well. She said the con game was the most democratic electric current dancing, and that would be the one to seduce me look like a good terpsichorean. She also asked me if I knew how to slacken dance. I told her not really. She said it was of import to be a right deadening professional dancer because most girls dream about dim dancing at their Prom. She asked me if I was just friends with Denise, or if we were swain 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 early girlfriend I wanted because girls loved a guy who was a trade good dancer. When I teach you how to move your hips, and how to control a daughter's effort on the dance story, they will be so hot for you ; you will have plenty of girlfriends. She said that a good male dancer was the best aphrodisiac. If I knew how to move my hips, my body, in a substantial & sensual way, & how to head a womanhood on the dance trading floor, I could publish my own just the ticket with any woman I wanted. She said she was going to learn me enough to be capable to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very excited, but in Sir Thomas More ways than one. I felt some motility in my pants. This was not going to be good. JoAnne told me that if I wanted, that we could do another lesson, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really appear full on the dancing floor, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her instructions to the alphabetic character, then I would learn how to control our drift, the situation on the dancing floor, and whatever girl I was dancing with, would just be my leading. I was half listening to her, trying to think about baseball, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my drawers, before I had to stand up. Success, I got it to go down ! Just in time because JoAnn grabbed my hand, and said,"Let's make you a dandy dancer."

We started with basic movements, mostly in the feet. I was very compressed, and she was trying to get me to relax up. She grabbed my rosehip, and started moving them this way and that. She controlled my rosehip, and told me this was the movement that made bully dancers and lovers. She took my hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the motility of the confidence game were. The music was blaring, the beat was throbbing, and that wasn't the only matter that began to thrill. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn't ascendance it. Damn, I had to reckon about baseball game a lot to keep my hard on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to take your brother and sister to the Dentist ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big smile ejaculate over JoAnne's face. I wasn't trusted why. The door slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's teach you how to slacken terpsichore !

She had me stand up, and taught me proper saltation posture. She put her mitt on my hip and teach me how to properly propel them. Then she put her hips against mine, and began to teach me how to lead my partners body and hips into any position I wanted, depending on what dancing I was doing. OMG, being close to her, touching her, and smelling her delicious scent was driving me looney. I was getting hard and the bulge in my bloomers was becoming obvious. I know she noticed it, and was enjoying teasing me.

Joanne smirked and I saw a mischievous twinkle in her eye. As soon as she heard the car clout out of the driveway, Joanne continued the lesson. She told me to draw her by the handwriting, and birl her so that her pelvic girdle and jetty were now touching mine. When I did this, she immediately felt my huge hard-on. She smiled, grabbed a storage area of the swelling in my pants, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we have here. '' I was so abashed, I just wanted to die. Joanne was amazing. She told me that it was perfectly rule for a guy to get stir and a hard on while dancing. She said just as crucial as it was to assure 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 lesson & teach me how to trip the light fantastic in one moral, something would have to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my drawers and relinquish my hard on from the constraint it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my heavily cock with her handwriting, and long digit nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lubricant to stroke it easier. I could n't trust what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my hard cock, she flicked her tongue at the head of my member. Wow, this was my number 1 puff job ever, and it was being performed to paragon by this hot erstwhile woman. She put the duration of my dick in her velvet mouth, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my psyche were spinning, and making me giddy with ecstasy.

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 teacher, Joann told me sex was just like dancing, and that I needed to learn how to be in controller and take control in the moment. That allowed me to retrieve my composure. JoAnn told me to take control of this billet, and Pb. 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 clapper darted and played with hers, and I lifted her shirt over her straits, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful tits, in all their all natural stunner. I moved my lingua down to her teat, and began using my knife to tease and tickle her. As she was moaning, I lowered her skirt to the floor, and put my hand over her panties. Her pussycat was so hot and wet. My finger's breadth absorbed her wetness and I put my fingers in my mouth to taste her. Mmm, I just had to try her honey for real with my tongue. I leaned her back on the couch, removed her scanty, and put my mouth on her pussy. It was the sweetest smelling pussycat. My protagonist always told me that pussy smelled like fish, but this was nothing like that. I gave her pussy 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 physical structure bucking, and the screaming were loud and intense. She screamed dance with me and nooky me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would take the lead, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the read/write head of my cock against her. We did that for a while, and then I lifted her up, inserted my cock inside her waiting slit, and continued to dance and make a motion my coxa. That's it Freddy, take control, always dance like your fucking and fuck like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a complaint. Follow the music. Build a rhythm that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to lie with with music in the background,"just let the trend and music guide the lovemaking."
After she came again, she said now for the big finis. She said, it is variety of like the Dip."The Dip puts an exclamation head on a smashing execution, just like an climax does the like. Put your exclamation percentage point on your public presentation Freddy !"And with that, I let out a pharyngeal scream and released the cock-a-hoop load of cum I ever had, all over her consistence. It seemed like my orgasm and ejaculation went on forever. She rubbed all of my passion emollient all over her body, and we sat together, not saying a give-and-take. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and finish the hustle. We got dressed, and my lessons blurred into one, for the rest period of the afternoon, but it all seemed to fit together. Just as we were finishing, my mom and crony and baby came back. My mom walked in and asked how the lesson went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better student. As a matter of fact, I think he has some very natural endowment, and I would like to put to work with him and give him more deterrent example, because I think he has some real potential !"If he would like, I have some free time tomorrow afternoon, because my Thomas Kid have a birthday party, and I would love to cover the example. She gave me a big instant, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the dear dancer in the world !