I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my start prom, but the just problem was, I didn't know how to dance. I had asked Denise, a daughter that I had flirted with all year to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up sufficiency money from my composition route for a tux, and a limo, and now the dancing proceeds was going to deflower it all. My mom said her Friend JoAnn was a terpsichore instructor, and that maybe if I asked her, she would learn me. I was so shy. It took me 10 attempt to finally press the live on finger's breadth on the telephone set to call up Denise and ask her to the prom. I couldn't ask my female parent's friend. I begged my mom to ask her, and after days of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a time for JoAnn to descend to the star sign, and teach 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 rest home from school day, I could sense the butterflies in my stomach beginning to form. I played baseball, and well-nigh other sports. jock didn't dancing. So I was torn between betraying my perceived manhood, and having my friends jape at me, so I told nonentity. I didn't tell Denise, because I didn't want to create 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 youthful children, 4 and 2. My family had met her family the summer before on a camping trip-up with some other syndicate that we used to camp down with. She was the sister of one of the woman whose family came camping during the summer with us on a regular basis. My mom and JoAnn became very well friend. I remember being on the camping trip and being blown away by her dish and hot body ! She had red hair down to her smashing ass, huge tits, and she loved showing her physical structure off, especially at the campground 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 younger than the other woman there, and she just seemed so aplomb in so many ways. Not like most of my mom's friends. Believe me when I say I spent many clock time picturing her in that skimpy bikini while I jerked off thinking about her au naturel eubstance underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the reasons I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to instruct me to dance, we would have to relate, and all I could call up about was not being capable to control 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 fix to discover 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 tall you've gotten since last summer. You are growing up to be such a bounteous man. Your date is one lucky fille to have you as a date ! I blushed. She told me that before we get started, we should come up with a design. So we sat down, and we talked. This was the previous 70's and Disco, Donna summertime, Sat Night febrility and the Bee Gees were all democratic at the time. She told me that she wanted to teach me the hustle, and that with that dance, we could adjust other dance as well. She said the bunko was the most democratic stream terpsichore, and that would be the one to make me wait like a good dancer. She also asked me if I knew how to slow saltation. I told her not really. She said it was important to be a right decelerate dancer because well-nigh girls 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 young woman I wanted because miss loved a guy who was a good dancer. When I teach you how to locomote your hip, and how to assure a girl's movements on the dancing flooring, they will be so hot for you ; you will cause plenty of girlfriends. She said that a good male dancer was the best aphrodisiac. If I knew how to travel my hips, my body, in a strong & sensual way, & how to top a woman on the dance floor, I could pen my own ticket 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 activated, but in more ways than one. I felt some movement in my pants. This was not going to be in effect. JoAnne told me that if I wanted, that we could do another object lesson, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really look salutary on the dance floor, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her education to the letter, then I would watch how to see to it our cause, the situation on the dancing flooring, and whatever fille I was dancing with, would just observe my lead. I was half hearing to her, trying to call up about baseball game, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my pants, 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 peachy dancer."

We started with basic drive, mostly in the infantry. I was very cockeyed, 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 pelvic arch, and told me this was the movement that made neat professional dancer and lovers. She took my hired man, and started twirling me, showing me what the move of the hustle were. The music was blaring, the beat was throbbing, and that wasn't the solitary matter that began to throb. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn't control condition it. damn, I had to intend about baseball a lot to hold on my hard on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to take aim your brother and sis to the dentist ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big grinning semen over JoAnne's boldness. I wasn't sure why. The threshold slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's teach you how to decelerate saltation !

She had me put up up, and taught me proper dance carriage. She put her hands on my pelvis and teach me how to properly move them. Then she put her hips against mine, and began to learn me how to lead my collaborator eubstance and hips into any posture I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being closely to her, touching her, and smelling her delicious scent was driving me crazy. I was getting hard and the gibbosity in my pants was becoming obvious. I know she noticed it, and was enjoying teasing me.

Joanne smirked and I saw a implike twinkle in her eye. As soon as she heard the car pull out of the driveway, Joanne continued the deterrent example. She told me to pull her by the bridge player, and twirl her so that her hips and groin were now touching mine. When I did this, she immediately felt my vast hard-on. She smiled, grabbed a clench of the bump in my bloomers, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we cause here. '' I was so mortified, I just wanted to die. Joanne was amazing. She told me that it was perfectly rule for a guy to get wind up and a hard on while dancing. She said just as important as it was to see to it my soundbox movements while dancing, it was just as important to ensure my erection. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to have a successful lesson & teach me how to dance in one lesson, something would have to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pants and freed my hard on from the constraints it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my tough dick with her mitt, and long finger nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lubricant to stroke it easier. I could n't conceive what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my hard pecker, she flicked her tongue at the psyche of my penis. Wow, this was my initiatory blow job ever, and it was being performed to beau ideal by this hot aged adult female. She put the duration of my peter 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 proceedings, and just when I was about to burst, 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 ascertain how to be in control condition and take control in the moment. That allowed me to retrieve my calmness. JoAnn told me to lead control of this situation, and atomic number 82. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I grabbed her by the shank, pulled her into me, looked into her eye, and started kissing her passionately. My tongue darted and played with hers, and I lifted her shirt over her chief, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful tits, in all their all natural smasher. I moved my natural language down to her nipples, and began using my clapper to tease and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her skirt to the trading floor, and put my hand over her panties. Her slit was so hot and wet. My fingers absorbed her wetness and I put my finger in my backtalk to taste her. Mmm, I just had to savor her dearest for real with my tongue. I leaned her back on the lounge, removed her panties, and put my back talk on her snatch. It was the sweetened smelling puss. My protagonist always told me that pussy smelled like Pisces, but this was nothing like that. I gave her kitty a sound 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 ramification were shaking, her consistence bucking, and the screams were brassy and intense. She screamed dance with me and Fuck me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would select the lead, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the head word of my cock against her. We did that for a while, and then I lifted her up, slip in my prick inside her waiting pussy, and continued to dance and make a motion my hips. That's it Freddy, take control, always dancing like your nookie and fuck like your saltation, and you will never, ever get a complaint. Follow the music. build a beat that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to lie with with medicine in the background signal,"just let the cause and music 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 exclamation point on a great performance, just like an orgasm does the same. Put your exclamation point on your operation Freddy !"And with that, I let out a guttural scream and released the biggest lode of cum I ever had, all over her body. It seemed like my sexual climax and ejaculation went on forever. She rubbed all of my love cream all over her body, and we sat together, not saying a word. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and finish the stir. 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 pal and baby came back. My mom walked in and asked how the example went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better scholar. As a affair of fact, I think he has some real endowment, and I would like to shape with him and give him Sir Thomas More deterrent example, because I think he has some real possible !"If he would like, I have some innocent time tomorrow afternoon, because my kids have a birthday company, and I would love to continue the lesson. She gave me a big jiffy, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the best dancer in the world !