I was a 15 twelvemonth old kid, excited about going to my first base prom, but the only trouble was, I didn't know how to dance. I had asked Denise, a girl that I had flirted with all year to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up enough money from my theme itinerary for a tux, and a limo, and now the dancing outlet was going to bankrupt 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 attempts to finally press the shoemaker's last finger on the telephone to foretell Denise and ask her to the prom. I couldn't ask my mother'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 add up to the theater, 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 nervous and excited.

Th came, and when I got household from school, I could palpate the butterfly in my abdomen beginning to form. I played baseball game, and most early sports. Athletes didn't dance. So I was torn between betraying my perceive humanness, and having my friends laugh at me, so I told nobody. I didn't William Tell Denise, because I didn't want to make unrealistic anticipation. ameliorate to surprise her I thought. The Doorbell rang, and I could see JoAnne through the loggerheaded glass. I guess I should severalize you about JoAnn.

JoAnne was in her mid 30's, married, had 2 Young youngster, 4 and 2. My fellowship had met her crime syndicate the summer before on a tenting trip with some other household that we used to camp with. She was the sister of one of the adult female whose phratry came camping during the summer with us on a regular cornerstone. My mom and JoAnn became very adept friends. I remember being on the encampment slip and being blown away by her lulu and hot soundbox ! She had red hair's-breadth down to her capital ass, huge boob, and she loved showing her body off, especially at the campsite pocket billiards. Wearing a skimpy two-piece, that accentuated her cleavage, she drove all the men crazy. I even caught my dad looking at her knocker. I just laughed to myself. Joann was probably 10 years younger than the former woman there, and she just seemed so chill in so many ways. Not like well-nigh of my mom's friends. Believe me when I say I spent many times 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 ground I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to teach me to dance, we would have to reach, and all I could retrieve about was not being able-bodied to ensure my dick and getting a tough 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 skirt, to her knee, 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 believe how marvellous you've gotten since lastly summer. You are growing up to be such a well-favoured man. Your date is one lucky young woman to hold 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 lately 70's and disco music, Donna Summer, Saturday Night Fever and the Bee g were all democratic at the clip. She told me that she wanted to instruct me the hustle, and that with that dance, we could adapt other dance as well. She said the hustle was the most democratic current dance, and that would be the one to ca-ca me look like a good terpsichorean. She also asked me if I knew how to slow dance. I told her not really. She said it was important to be a good slack professional dancer because most fille dream about slow dancing at their promenade. She asked me if I was just friends with Denise, or if we were boyfriend and lady friend."No, I have never had a lady friend ”, I told her. She said that after she got done teaching me how to dance, that I could make Denise, or any other girl I wanted because girlfriend loved a guy who was a skillful social dancer. When I teach you how to be active your hips, and how to manipulate a daughter's bm on the dance trading floor, they will be so hot for you ; you will have good deal of girlfriend. She said that a good male dancer was the best aphrodisiac. If I knew how to move my hips, my eubstance, in a strong & sensual way, & how to head a adult female on the dance floor, I could write my own ticket with any woman I wanted. She said she was going to teach me adequate to be able to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very sex, but in Thomas More manner than one. I felt some campaign in my gasp. This was not going to be practiced. JoAnne told me that if I wanted, that we could do another example, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really reckon good on the terpsichore floor, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her book of instructions to the missive, then I would learn how to control our movements, the position on the dance story, and whatever young woman I was dancing with, would just stick to my jumper cable. I was half hearing to her, trying to think about baseball game, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my pants, before I had to put up up. Success, I got it to go down ! Just in sentence because JoAnn grabbed my hired hand, and said,"Let's make you a great dancer."

We started with canonic movements, mostly in the feet. I was very pixilated, and she was trying to get me to tease up. She grabbed my hips, and started moving them this way and that. She controlled my hip joint, and told me this was the movement that made great dancers and devotee. She took my hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the moves of the hustle were. The music was blaring, the cadence was throbbing, and that wasn't the only thing that began to throb. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn't control it. Damn, I had to think about baseball game a lot to keep my tough on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to take your blood 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 dance !

She had me stand up, and taught me proper dancing position. She put her hired hand on my hips and taught me how to properly motivate them. Then she put her pelvis against mine, and began to teach me how to contribute my partners physical structure and hips into any attitude I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being airless to her, touching her, and smelling her luscious scent 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 mischievous twinkle in her eye. As soon as she heard the car clout out of the drive, Joanne continued the moral. She told me to pull her by the hand, and birl her so that her coxa and groin were now touching mine. When I did this, she immediately felt my vast hard-on. She smiled, grabbed a hold of the bulge in my pants, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we have here. '' I was so embarrassed, I just wanted to die. Joanne was amazing. She told me that it was perfectly convention for a guy to get excited and a heavily on while dancing. She said just as crucial as it was to control my eubstance cause while dancing, it was just as important to see my hard-on. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to have a successful deterrent example & teach me how to trip the light fantastic in one example, something would have to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pants and exempt my toilsome on from the constraints it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my hard turncock with her hand, and long finger nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lube to stroke it easier. I could n't believe what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my surd cock, she flicked her lingua at the point of my penis. Wow, this was my foremost blow job ever, and it was being performed to ne plus ultra by this hot sr. womanhood. 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 dizzy with X.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my globe for ten instant, and just when I was about to irrupt, she looked at me and said, `` Do n't ! '' Ever the teacher, Joann told me sex was just like dancing, and that I needed to learn how to be in ascendence and take control in the instant. That allowed me to regain my composure. JoAnn told me to drive control of this situation, 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 natural language 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 cancel beauty. I moved my lingua down to her mamilla, and began using my knife to cod and vellicate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her skirt to the floor, and put my manus over her step-in. Her pussy was so hot and wet. My finger's breadth absorbed her wetness and I put my fingerbreadth in my mouth to taste her. Mmm, I just had to taste her beloved for material with my lingua. I leaned her back on the lounge, removed her panties, and put my backtalk on her cunt. It was the sweetest smell kitty. My friends always told me that kitty smelled like fish, but this was nothing like that. I gave her cunt a right tongue lashing, then put my fingerbreadth inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clit. She was now the one who was losing control. Her stage were shaking, her consistence bucking, and the screams were loud and acute. She screamed dance with me and Fuck me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would subscribe to the leading, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the head teacher of my cock against her. We did that for a while, and then I lifted her up, sneak in my cock inside her waiting pussy, and continued to trip the light fantastic toe and strike my pelvic girdle. That's it Freddy, strike restraint, always saltation like your shag and fuck like your dancing, 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 get laid with medicine in the background,"just let the drift and music guide the lovemaking."
After she came again, she said now for the big culture. She said, it is sort of like the Dip."The Dip puts an exclamation power point on a great functioning, just like an orgasm does the Same. Put your ecphonesis degree on your operation Freddy !"And with that, I let out a croaky scream and released the vainglorious 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 cream all over her eubstance, 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 moral 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 baby 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 talent, and I would wish to work with him and give him more lessons, because I think he has some real potential difference !"If he would like, I have some gratis time tomorrow good afternoon, because my kids have a birthday party, and I would sleep with to retain the object lesson. She gave me a big wink, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the best professional dancer in the worldly concern !