I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my first prom, but the merely problem was, I didn't be intimate how to trip the light fantastic toe. I had asked Denise, a girl that I had flirted with all twelvemonth to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up plenty money from my report 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 finger on the phone to call Denise and ask her to the prom. I couldn't ask my mother's friend. I begged my mom to ask her, and after daytime of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a time for JoAnn to come to the house, and teach me to dance. It was going to be Th afternoon at 4:30 in the afternoon, and I couldn't have been more nervous and excited.

Th came, and when I got dwelling house from school, I could feel the butterfly in my stomach beginning to form. I played baseball, and near other play. athlete didn't dancing. So I was torn between betraying my perceived manhood, and having my protagonist joke at me, so I told nobody. I didn't tell Denise, because I didn't want to make unrealistic expectations. Better to storm 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 young children, 4 and 2. My family had met her family the summer before on a tenting stumble 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 regular cornerstone. My mom and JoAnn became very dependable friends. I remember being on the encampment stumble and being blown away by her beauty and hot body ! She had red fuzz down to her keen ass, Brobdingnagian tits, and she loved showing her organic structure 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 bosom. I just laughed to myself. Joann was probably 10 years untested than the early adult female there, and she just seemed so poise in so many ways. Not like nigh of my mom's ally. Believe me when I say I spent many clip picturing her in that lean Bikini while I jerked off thinking about her naked body underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the ground I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to learn me to trip the light fantastic, we would receive to touch, and all I could intend about was not being able-bodied to moderate my gumshoe and getting a knockout 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 segmentation, and a silk, flowing bird, to her human knee, she said,"Hi Freddy, so are you ready to find out how to dance ?"I thanked her for offering to instruct me how to trip the light fantastic toe, and I told her that I was excited. She said,"I can't believe how improbable you've gotten since finally summer. You are growing up to be such a openhanded man. Your engagement is one lucky girl to stimulate you as a day of the month ! I blushed. She told me that before we get started, we should add up up with a plan. So we sat down, and we talked. This was the late 70's and Disco, Donna Summer, Sabbatum Night febrility and the Bee g were all popular at the clock time. She told me that she wanted to teach me the hustle, and that with that dance, we could adapt former dance as well. She said the bunko game was the most popular current saltation, and that would be the one to fix me look like a good social dancer. She also asked me if I knew how to slow dance. I told her not really. She said it was important to be a in effect ho-hum dancer because most girls 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 girlfriend ”, I told her. She said that after she got done teaching me how to dance, that I could deliver Denise, or any other girl I wanted because girls loved a guy who was a good dancer. When I teach you how to propel your rosehip, and how to operate a girl's drift on the saltation floor, they will be so hot for you ; you will have plenty of girlfriends. She said that a in effect male social dancer was the comfortably aphrodisiac. If I knew how to proceed my pelvic arch, my consistency, in a strong & fleshly way, & how to lead 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 plenty to be able-bodied to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very commove, but in more than way 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 example, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really look serious on the dance base, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her operating instructions to the letter, then I would learn how to control our movements, the situation on the terpsichore level, and whatever missy I was dancing with, would just follow my lead. I was half hearing to her, trying to retrieve about baseball, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my bloomers, before I had to stand up. achiever, I got it to go down ! Just in clock time 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 rose hip, and started moving them this way and that. She controlled my hips, and told me this was the campaign that made great social dancer and lover. She took my hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the motion of the hustle were. The music was blaring, the pulsation was throbbing, and that wasn't the lone affair that began to throb. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn't control it. damn, I had to call up about baseball a lot to keep my hard on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to select your brother and sister to the Dentist ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big smile come over JoAnne's aspect. I wasn't sure why. The door slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's Edward Teach you how to retard dance !

She had me stand up, and taught me proper dance posture. She put her hands on my pelvic arch and taught me how to properly move them. Then she put her articulatio coxae against mine, and began to teach me how to lead my partners body and pelvis into any position I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being shut down to her, touching her, and smelling her Delicious smell was driving me crazy. I was getting hard and the prominence in my pant was becoming obvious. I know she noticed it, and was enjoying teasing me.

Joanne smirked and I saw a mischievous spark in her eye. As soon as she heard the car clout out of the driveway, Joanne continued the example. She told me to pull her by the bridge player, and birl her so that her coxa and groin were now touching mine. When I did this, she immediately felt my huge hard-on. She smiled, grabbed a storage area of the bulge in my pants, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we receive here. '' I was so stymy, I just wanted to die. Joanne was amazing. She told me that it was perfectly normal for a guy to get aroused and a voiceless on while dancing. She said just as significant as it was to operate my torso apparent movement while dancing, it was just as of import to control my erection. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to have a successful moral & instruct me how to trip the light fantastic in one lesson, something would have to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pants and freed my heavy on from the constraint it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my hard putz 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 believe what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my unvoiced cock, she flicked her tongue at the head of my penis. Wow, this was my first blast job ever, and it was being performed to paragon by this hot older adult female. She put the length of my cock in her velvet mouth, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my capitulum were spinning, and making me dizzy with ecstasy.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my musket ball for ten minutes, 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 teach how to be in control and demand control in the mo. That allowed me to retrieve my composure. JoAnn told me to take dominance of this situation, and lead. 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 tongue darted and played with hers, and I lifted her shirt over her question, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful teat, in all their all instinctive sweetheart. I moved my glossa down to her pap, and began using my tongue to tease and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her bird to the floor, and put my hand over her pantie. Her slit was so hot and wet. My finger's breadth absorbed her wetness and I put my finger's breadth in my rima oris to taste her. Mmm, I just had to try out her honey for very with my lingua. I leaned her back on the sofa, removed her panty, and put my mouth on her snatch. It was the sugared smelling pussy. My acquaintance always told me that slit smelled like Fish, but this was cipher like that. I gave her pussy a good tongue lashing, then put my finger inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clit. She was now the one who was losing control. Her legs were shaking, her eubstance bucking, and the sidesplitter were flashy and vivid. She screamed dance with me and Fuck me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would take the atomic number 82, 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 spell, and then I lifted her up, inserted my pecker inside her waiting pussy, and continued to dance and move my hips. That's it Freddy, take control, always dancing like your screw and shtup like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a complaint. Follow the music. Build a calendar method that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to fuck with music in the ground,"just let the motion and euphony guide the lovemaking."
After she came again, she said now for the big last. She said, it is form of like the Dip."The Dip puts an exclamation gunpoint on a great carrying out, just like an climax does the same. Put your exclamation distributor point on your performance Freddy !"And with that, I let out a croaky scream and released the swelled load of cum I ever had, all over her body. It seemed like my orgasm and interjection went on forever. She rubbed all of my lovemaking cream all over her physical structure, and we sat together, not saying a word. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and finish the hustle. We got dressed, and my lessons blurred into one, for the rest of the good 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 educatee. As a matter of fact, I think he has some actual talent, and I would like to exploit with him and give him more lessons, because I think he has some real potential !"If he would like, I have some complimentary time tomorrow afternoon, because my tike have a natal day party, and I would love to continue the object lesson. She gave me a big wink, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the good dancer in the world !