I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my first prom, but the only when trouble was, I didn't lie with how to trip the light fantastic toe. I had asked Denise, a missy that I had flirted with all year to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up enough money from my composition itinerary for a tux, and a limousine, and now the dancing event was going to ruin it all. My mom said her friend JoAnn was a dance instructor, and that maybe if I asked her, she would instruct me. I was so shy. It took me 10 attempt to finally campaign the last digit on the telephone to call Denise and ask her to the prom. I couldn't ask my mother's ally. I begged my mom to ask her, and after days of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a time for JoAnn to fall to the house, 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 anxious and excited.

Thursday came, and when I got home from schoolhouse, I could feel the butterfly in my abdomen beginning to organize. I played baseball, and most other mutation. athlete didn't dance. So I was torn between betraying my perceive manhood, and having my friends joke at me, so I told nobody. I didn't tell Denise, because I didn't want to make unrealistic expectation. 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 Loretta Young fry, 4 and 2. My house had met her family the summertime before on a camping slip with some other families that we used to camp with. She was the sister of one of the woman whose family came camping during the summer with us on a habitue foundation. My mom and JoAnn became very good friends. I remember being on the bivouacking tripper and being blown away by her beauty and hot body ! She had red hairsbreadth down to her heavy ass, Brobdingnagian mamilla, and she loved showing her consistency off, especially at the camping area pocket billiards. 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 twelvemonth younger than the former womanhood there, and she just seemed so cool in so many ways. Not like most of my mom's friends. think me when I say I spent many metre picturing her in that skimpy bikini while I jerked off thinking about her naked body underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the reasonableness I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to instruct me to dance, we would have to disturb, and all I could think 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 skirt, to her articulatio genus, she said,"Hi Freddy, so are you ready to learn how to dance ?"I thanked her for offering to teach me how to dance, and I told her that I was excited. She said,"I can't conceive how improbable you've gotten since last summer. You are growing up to be such a bountiful man. Your date is one lucky missy to cause you as a escort ! I blushed. She told me that before we get started, we should arrive up with a programme. So we sat down, and we talked. This was the late 70's and Disco, Donna Summer, Saturday Night Fever and the Bee Gees were all popular at the time. She told me that she wanted to teach me the stir, and that with that dance, we could adapt early dances as well. She said the hustle was the most popular flow terpsichore, and that would be the one to make water me count like a good professional dancer. She also asked me if I knew how to slow dancing. I told her not really. She said it was important to be a good slow dancer because most young lady dream about slow dancing at their prom. She asked me if I was just friends with Denise, or if we were boyfriend and girlfriend."No, I have never had a girl ”, I told her. She said that after she got done teaching me how to trip the light fantastic, that I could deliver Denise, or any other girl I wanted because lady friend loved a guy who was a good professional dancer. When I teach you how to move your coxa, and how to control a young woman's movements on the dance floor, they will be so hot for you ; you will have plenitude of girlfriends. She said that a good male dancer was the practiced aphrodisiac. If I knew how to travel my hips, my eubstance, in a inviolable & fleshly way, & how to take a woman on the dancing base, I could drop a line my own slate with any woman I wanted. She said she was going to teach me enough to be able to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very excited, but in more than manner 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 moral, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really look soundly 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 learn how to hold in our movements, the situation on the dance floor, and whatever girl I was dancing with, would just follow my booster cable. I was half listening to her, trying to reckon about baseball game, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my gasp, before I had to bear up. Success, I got it to go down ! Just in prison term because JoAnn grabbed my hired man, and said,"Let's make you a great dancer."

We started with basic cause, 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 hips, and told me this was the cause that made gravid dancers and devotee. She took my helping hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the relocation of the fuss were. The euphony was blaring, the beatnik was throbbing, and that wasn't the only thing that began to throb. I was touching this hot charwoman, and I couldn't ascendence it. damn, I had to believe about baseball game a lot to stay fresh my arduous on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to read your brother and sister to the Dentist ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big smile come over JoAnne's brass. I wasn't sure enough why. The door slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's teach you how to slow up dance !

She had me remain firm up, and taught me right dance posture. She put her hands on my rose hip and teach me how to properly displace them. Then she put her hips against mine, and began to teach me how to conduct my partners eubstance and hips into any military position I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being fold to her, touching her, and smelling her delicious scent was driving me nutcase. I was getting hard and the extrusion in my pants was becoming obvious. I know she noticed it, and was enjoying teasing me.

Joanne smirked and I saw a mischievous sparkle in her eye. As soon as she heard the car pull out of the driveway, Joanne continued the deterrent example. She told me to deplume her by the hand, and twiddle her so that her hips and breakwater 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 drawers, & 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 normal for a guy to get emotional and a hard on while dancing. She said just as significant as it was to control my body movements while dancing, it was just as important to master my hard-on. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to own a successful example & teach me how to trip the light fantastic toe in one lesson, something would get to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pants and freed my hard on from the restraint it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my hard dick with her hand, and long finger nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lube to stroke it well-situated. I could n't consider what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my hard putz, she flicked her tongue at the head of my penis. Wow, this was my starting time blow job ever, and it was being performed to perfection by this hot aged woman. She put the length of my cock in her velvet mouth, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my heads were spinning, and making me empty-headed with ecstasy.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my testicle for ten proceedings, and just when I was about to irrupt, 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 and take control in the moment. That allowed me to regain my composure. JoAnn told me to take control of this spot, and lead. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I grabbed her by the shank, pulled her into me, looked into her middle, 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 tits, in all their all natural smasher. I moved my tongue down to her nipples, and began using my spit to tease and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her doll to the flooring, and put my hand over her panties. Her kitty was so hot and wet. My fingers absorbed her wetness and I put my finger in my mouth to sample her. Mmm, I just had to taste her love for real with my tongue. I leaned her back on the couch, removed her pantie, and put my oral cavity on her pussy. It was the mellifluous smelling pussy. My ally always told me that pussycat smelled like fish, but this was cipher like that. I gave her pussy a good knife lashing, then put my finger's breadth inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clit. She was now the one who was losing restraint. Her legs were shaking, her body bucking, and the screaming were loudly and intense. She screamed dance with me and piece of tail 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 head of my tool against her. We did that for a while, and then I lifted her up, inserted my cock inside her waiting twat, and continued to dance and move my hips. That's it Freddy, take control, always saltation like your roll in the hay and fuck like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a ill. Follow the music. Build a rhythm that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to make out with music in the backdrop,"just let the cause and music guide the lovemaking."
After she came again, she said now for the big culture. She said, it is variety of like the Dip."The Dip puts an exclamation point on a great performance, just like an orgasm does the same. Put your exclamation dot on your performance Freddy !"And with that, I let out a guttural scream and released the biggest load of cum I ever had, all over her dead body. It seemed like my coming and ejaculation went on forever. She rubbed all of my love pick all over her body, and we sat together, not saying a Word. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and finish the ado. We got dressed, and my object lesson 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 object lesson went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better scholar. As a matter of fact, I think he has some real natural endowment, and I would like to work with him and impart him more lessons, because I think he has some material potential !"If he would like, I have some free people time tomorrow afternoon, because my nipper have a birthday party, and I would be intimate to continue the lesson. She gave me a big wink, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the upright dancer in the world !