I was a 15 yr old kid, excited about going to my first base prom, but the exclusively problem was, I didn't know how to dance. I had asked Denise, a girl that I had flirted with all yr to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up plenty money from my report path for a tux, and a limo, and now the dancing issue was going to ruin it all. My mom said her acquaintance JoAnn was a saltation instructor, and that maybe if I asked her, she would instruct me. I was so shy. It took me 10 attempts to finally press the last digit on the telephone to phone Denise and ask her to the prom. I couldn't ask my mother's friend. I begged my mom to ask her, and after Clarence Day of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a time for JoAnn to come to the sign, and teach me to trip the light fantastic toe. It was going to be Thursday good afternoon at 4:30 in the afternoon, and I couldn't have been more nervous and excited.

Th came, and when I got home from school, I could feel the butterfly stroke in my tum beginning to form. I played baseball game, and most other athletics. Athletes didn't dance. So I was torn between betraying my sensed manhood, and having my friends laugh at me, so I told nobody. I didn't tell Denise, because I didn't want to create unrealistic arithmetic mean. in effect to storm her I thought. The bell rang, and I could see JoAnne through the thick deoxyephedrine. I guess I should tell you about JoAnn.

JoAnne was in her mid 30's, married, had 2 Young nestling, 4 and 2. My family had met her family the summertime before on a bivouacking tripper with some early families that we used to camp with. She was the sis of one of the charwoman whose folk came camping during the summer with us on a regular ground. My mom and JoAnn became very good friends. I remember being on the camping tripper and being blown away by her sweetheart and hot body ! She had red haircloth down to her great ass, vast tit, and she loved showing her trunk off, especially at the campground pool. 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 years younger than the early woman there, and she just seemed so chill in so many ways. Not like most of my mom's friend. believe me when I say I spent many clip picturing her in that skimpy bikini while I jerked off thinking about her nude body underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the understanding I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to teach me to dance, we would let to touch, and all I could recall about was not being able-bodied to check my pecker 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 knee, she said,"Hi Freddy, so are you gear up to learn how to trip the light fantastic toe ?"I thanked her for offering to teach me how to dance, and I told her that I was excited. She said,"I can't believe how tall you've gotten since final stage summer. You are growing up to be such a handsome man. Your date is one favorable girl to let you as a date ! 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 former 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 hustle, and that with that dancing, we could adapt other dances as well. She said the hustle was the most popular current dance, and that would be the one to hit me look like a trade good dancer. She also asked me if I knew how to decelerate dance. I told her not really. She said it was crucial to be a skillful slow dancer because about lady friend dream about dull 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 girlfriend ”, I told her. She said that after she got done teaching me how to trip the light fantastic toe, that I could have Denise, or any other lady friend I wanted because daughter loved a guy who was a safe dancer. When I teach you how to strike your articulatio coxae, and how to moderate a girl's movements on the dance story, they will be so hot for you ; you will have plentitude of girlfriends. She said that a good male dancer was the honorable aphrodisiac. If I knew how to move my rosehip, my organic structure, in a strong & sensual way, & how to guide a woman on the dance floor, I could write my own ticket with any woman I wanted. She said she was going to teach me enough to be capable to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very worked up, but in more way of life than one. I felt some apparent movement in my gasp. 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 bet good on the dance flooring, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her instructions to the letter of the alphabet, then I would learn how to control our movements, the situation on the terpsichore base, and whatever girl I was dancing with, would just postdate my atomic number 82. I was one-half listening to her, trying to think about baseball game, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my pants, before I had to place upright up. winner, I got it to go down ! Just in sentence because JoAnn grabbed my hand, and said,"Let's make you a great dancer."

We started with basic movements, 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 rose hip, and told me this was the movement that made great dancer and lovers. She took my hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the motility of the hustle were. The euphony was blaring, the pulsation was throbbing, and that wasn't the lone affair that began to throb. I was touching this hot cleaning lady, and I couldn't ascendence it. darn, I had to recall about baseball 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 come over JoAnne's face. I wasn't sure why. The door slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's teach you how to slow saltation !

She had me stand up, and taught me proper dance posture. She put her hands on my hips and taught me how to properly move them. Then she put her hips against mine, and began to teach me how to conduce my cooperator physical structure and hips into any post I wanted, depending on what dancing I was doing. OMG, being close to her, touching her, and smelling her toothsome scent was driving me crazy. I was getting hard and the bulge in my trouser 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 clout out of the drive, Joanne continued the lesson. She told me to draw her by the hand, and twiddle her so that her pelvic arch and breakwater were now touching mine. When I did this, she immediately felt my huge erection. She smiled, grabbed a hold of the bulge in my trouser, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we let here. '' I was so stymie, I just wanted to die. Joanne was amazing. She told me that it was perfectly normal for a guy to get excited and a intemperate on while dancing. She said just as important as it was to see my eubstance movements while dancing, it was just as of import to control my hard-on. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to have a successful lesson & teach me how to trip the light fantastic in one lesson, something would hold to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pant and freed my punishing on from the constraints it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my heavy cock with her hand, and long finger nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lubricant to stroke it easygoing. I could n't believe 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 1st snow job ever, and it was being performed to idol by this hot onetime fair sex. She put the length of my prick in her velvet mouth, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my heads were spinning, and making me dizzy with ecstasy.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my balls for ten minutes, and just when I was about to detonate, 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 learn control in the consequence. That allowed me to recover my composure. JoAnn told me to take control of this berth, and star. 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 headland, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful tits, in all their all natural dish. I moved my spit down to her nipples, and began using my clapper to pester and tickle her. As she was moaning, I lowered her annulus to the floor, and put my hand over her pantie. Her pussy was so hot and wet. My fingers absorbed her wetness and I put my fingers in my mouth to smack her. Mmm, I just had to sample her honey for tangible with my tongue. I leaned her back on the lounge, removed her panties, and put my mouth on her kitty-cat. It was the perfumed smelling pussy. My friends always told me that kitty-cat smelled like fish, but this was zip like that. I gave her pussy a good tongue whipping, then put my finger's breadth inside her, and continued licking and sucking her button. She was now the one who was losing dominance. Her leg were shaking, her body bucking, and the screams were brassy and intense. She screamed saltation with me and nookie me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would charter the leash, 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 patch, and then I lifted her up, inserted my turncock inside her waiting pussy, and continued to trip the light fantastic and move my hips. That's it Freddy, take control, always dance like your fucking and fuck like your dance, and you will never, ever get a complaint. Follow the music. construct a rhythm that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to roll in the hay with music in the background,"just let the effort and euphony 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 exclamation point on a dandy carrying out, just like an orgasm does the same. Put your exclaiming spot 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 body. It seemed like my orgasm and ejaculation went on forever. She rubbed all of my love pick all over her eubstance, and we sat together, not saying a Son. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and finish the con. 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 lesson went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better student. As a matter of fact, I think he has some real endowment, and I would like to work on with him and chip in him more lesson, because I think he has some real potential !"If he would wish, I have some free time tomorrow good afternoon, because my kids have a birthday political party, and I would screw to continue the lesson. She gave me a big wink, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the practiced social dancer in the earthly concern !