I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my first prom, but the lone problem was, I didn't have it away 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 enough money from my newspaper route for a tux, and a limo, and now the dancing issue was going to destroy it all. My mom said her friend JoAnn was a saltation instructor, 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 digit on the telephone to call Denise and ask her to the promenade. I couldn't ask my mother's acquaintance. I begged my mom to ask her, and after days of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a time for JoAnn to come to the home, and teach me to trip the light fantastic toe. It was going to be Th afternoon at 4:30 in the afternoon, and I couldn't have been more nervous and excited.

Thursday came, and when I got menage from school, I could feel the butterflies in my belly beginning to form. I played baseball, and most other variation. athlete didn't terpsichore. So I was torn between betraying my perceived manhood, and having my friends laugh at me, so I told nobody. I didn't tell Denise, because I didn't want to produce unrealistic expectations. Better to surprise her I thought. The Doorbell rang, and I could see JoAnne through the slurred ice. I guess I should severalise you about JoAnn.

JoAnne was in her mid 30's, married, had 2 Whitney Moore Young Jr. tyke, 4 and 2. My family had met her family the summer before on a tenting misstep with some former families that we used to tent with. She was the sister of one of the woman whose kinfolk came camping during the summer with us on a regular basis. My mom and JoAnn became very good protagonist. I remember being on the bivouacking trip and being blown away by her stunner and hot body ! She had red fuzz down to her large ass, huge breast, and she loved showing her torso off, especially at the campground pool. Wearing a skimpy Bikini, that accentuated her segmentation, she drove all the men crazy. I even caught my dad looking at her tits. I just laughed to myself. Joann was probably 10 eld younger than the other woman there, and she just seemed so assuredness in so many ways. Not like most of my mom's friends. trust me when I say I spent many times picturing her in that skimpy bikini while I jerked off thinking about her naked consistence underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the reasons I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to teach me to trip the light fantastic, we would cause to allude, and all I could guess about was not being able-bodied to hold my tool and getting a voiceless 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 dame, to her genu, she said,"Hi Freddy, so are you ready to larn how to trip the light fantastic ?"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 trust how tall you've gotten since last summer. You are growing up to be such a bighearted man. Your date is one prosperous girl to stimulate you as a particular date ! I blushed. She told me that before we get started, we should number up with a plan. So we sat down, and we talked. This was the former 70's and disco, Donna Summer, Sabbatum Night Fever and the Bee Gees 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 adjust other dances as well. She said the hustle was the most democratic current dance, and that would be the one to get to me bet like a just 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 serious tardily professional dancer because most girl dream about dumb saltation 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 trip the light fantastic toe, that I could have Denise, or any other girl I wanted because missy loved a guy who was a good professional dancer. When I teach you how to move your hips, and how to control a young woman's movements on the terpsichore level, they will be so hot for you ; you will have plentitude of lady friend. She said that a good male dancer was the best aphrodisiac. If I knew how to move my hip joint, my body, in a strong & sultry way, & how to lead a cleaning woman on the saltation floor, I could pen my own ticket with any cleaning woman I wanted. She said she was going to instruct me enough to be able-bodied to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very excited, but in more ways than one. I felt some movement 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 sound on the saltation floor, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her book of instructions to the letter, then I would get word how to control our movements, the spot on the saltation floor, and whatever young lady I was dancing with, would just follow my lead. I was 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 stand up. Success, I got it to go down ! Just in time because JoAnn grabbed my hand, and said,"Let's make you a slap-up dancer."

We started with basic movements, mostly in the groundwork. I was very tight, and she was trying to get me to tease apart up. She grabbed my articulatio coxae, and started moving them this way and that. She controlled my hips, and told me this was the crusade that made great dancers and lovers. She took my hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the motility of the gyp were. The music was blaring, the beat was throbbing, and that wasn't the only thing that began to shiver. I was touching this hot charwoman, and I couldn't restraint it. damn, I had to think about baseball a lot to hold my hard on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to hold your chum and sis to the dentist ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big smile seminal fluid over JoAnne's face. I wasn't sure enough why. The door slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's teach you how to slow dance !

She had me brook up, and taught me proper dance posture. She put her hands on my rosehip and teach me how to properly incite them. Then she put her articulatio coxae against mine, and began to teach me how to lead my partner body and rose hip into any position I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being snug to her, touching her, and smelling her delicious perfume was driving me crazy. 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 arch spark in her eye. As soon as she heard the car pull out of the driveway, Joanne continued the object lesson. She told me to pull her by the hand, and birl her so that her hips and groin were now touching mine. When I did this, she immediately felt my huge hard-on. She smiled, grabbed a appreciation of the prominence in my pant, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we suffer here. '' I was so embarrassed, I just wanted to die. Joanne was amazing. She told me that it was perfectly normal for a guy to get excited and a hard on while dancing. She said just as important as it was to control my body movements while dancing, it was just as important to hold in my erection. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to suffer a successful lesson & teach me how to trip the light fantastic toe in one lesson, something would accept to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pants and liberate my unvoiced on from the constraints it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my hard cock with her hand, 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 cock, she flicked her tongue at the head of my phallus. Wow, this was my first blow job ever, and it was being performed to ne plus ultra by this hot older woman. She put the distance of my putz in her velvet mouth, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my heads were spinning, and making me vertiginous with hug drug.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my globe 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 teach how to be in command and take ascendance in the moment. That allowed me to regain my composure. JoAnn told me to guide control of this situation, and booster cable. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I grabbed her by the shank, pulled her into me, looked into her eyes, and started kissing her passionately. My spit darted and played with hers, and I lifted her shirt over her head, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful nipple, in all their all raw dish. I moved my lingua down to her teat, and began using my tongue to tease and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her chick to the floor, and put my handwriting over her panties. Her cunt was so hot and wet. My fingers absorbed her wetness and I put my fingers in my mouth to taste her. Mmm, I just had to sample her honey for real with my tongue. I leaned her back on the lounge, removed her scanty, and put my mouth on her pussy. It was the odorous smell pussy. My ally always told me that pussy smelled like fish, but this was nothing like that. I gave her puss a good glossa lashing, then put my fingers inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clitoris. She was now the one who was losing control. Her wooden leg were shaking, her physical structure bucking, and the howler 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 take the spark advance, 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 stopcock inside her waiting pussy, and continued to trip the light fantastic and move my hips. That's it Freddy, take controller, always dance like your screwing and fuck like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a complaint. Follow the music. Build a round that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to have a go at it with music in the ground,"just let the movements and music guide the lovemaking."
After she came again, she said now for the big refinement. She said, it is kind of like the Dip."The Dip puts an exclamation point on a great operation, just like an sexual climax does the same. Put your exclamation point on your carrying into action Freddy !"And with that, I let out a guttural riot and released the biggest onus of cum I ever had, all over her body. It seemed like my 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 gyp. We got dressed, and my moral blurred into one, for the quietus of the afternoon, but it all seemed to fit together. Just as we were finishing, my mom and crony and sister came back. My mom walked in and asked how the deterrent example went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better student. As a matter of fact, I think he has some real talent, and I would like to operate with him and establish him Sir Thomas More example, because I think he has some real potency !"If he would like, I have some give up fourth dimension tomorrow afternoon, because my Kyd have a natal day party, and I would hump to continue the lesson. She gave me a big wink, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the best terpsichorean in the world !