I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my first prom, but the only job was, I didn't love how to trip the light fantastic. 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 paper route for a tux, and a limousine, and now the dancing issue was going to ruin 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 iron the last digit on the telephone to holler Denise and ask her to the promenade. 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 get to the house, and instruct me to dance. It was going to be Thursday good afternoon at 4:30 in the good afternoon, and I couldn't have been more nervous and excited.

Thursday came, and when I got home from schooltime, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach beginning to form. I played baseball, and most other mutation. Athletes didn't terpsichore. So I was torn between betraying my perceived manhood, and having my acquaintance laugh at me, so I told nobody. I didn't Tell Denise, because I didn't want to produce unrealistic expectations. advantageously to surprise her I thought. The Doorbell rang, and I could see JoAnne through the thick field glass. I guess I should severalise you about JoAnn.

JoAnne was in her mid 30's, married, had 2 young minor, 4 and 2. My mob had met her kinfolk the summertime before on a tenting slip with some other menage 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 habitue basis. My mom and JoAnn became very good Quaker. I remember being on the encampment stumble and being blown away by her peach and hot consistence ! She had red tomentum down to her great ass, huge tits, and she loved showing her body off, especially at the campsite kitty. 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 other charwoman there, and she just seemed so chill in so many slipway. Not like near of my mom's champion. Believe me when I say I spent many times picturing her in that lean bikini while I jerked off thinking about her bare eubstance underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the rationality I was also uneasy. I knew that for JoAnne to instruct me to trip the light fantastic toe, we would have got to disturb, and all I could call up about was not being able to control my dick and getting a knockout on. Boy, would that be embarrassing !

wellspring, 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 quick 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 think how tall you've gotten since last summer. You are growing up to be such a handsome man. Your date is one favourable girl to have 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 recently 70's and Disco, Donna summer, Saturday Night Fever and the Bee Gees were all pop at the fourth dimension. She told me that she wanted to learn me the hustle, and that with that terpsichore, we could adapt other saltation as well. She said the hustle was the most popular flow dancing, and that would be the one to pee-pee me look like a good dancer. She also asked me if I knew how to retard dance. I told her not really. She said it was important to be a serious dim social dancer because nearly girls dream about slack dancing at their promenade. She asked me if I was just friends with Denise, or if we were boyfriend and girl."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 have Denise, or any other girl I wanted because girls loved a guy who was a dependable dancer. When I teach you how to move your pelvic girdle, and how to control a missy's movement on the saltation floor, they will be so hot for you ; you will give birth plenty of girl. She said that a expert male social dancer was the in force aphrodisiac. If I knew how to move my pelvic girdle, my body, in a stiff & sultry way, & how to lead a woman on the dance floor, I could spell 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 energize, but in more manner 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 object lesson, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really look good on the dance floor, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her instructions to the letter, then I would get wind how to control our social movement, the situation on the dance floor, and whatever young woman I was dancing with, would just follow my lead. I was one-half listening to her, trying to think about baseball, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my pants, before I had to digest up. Success, I got it to go down ! Just in meter because JoAnn grabbed my hired hand, and said,"Let's make you a enceinte dancer."

We started with basic trend, mostly in the feet. I was very tight, and she was trying to get me to loosen up. She grabbed my pelvis, 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 fan. She took my hired man, and started twirling me, showing me what the movement of the hustle were. The music was blaring, the cadence was throbbing, and that wasn't the only thing that began to pulse. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn't control it. Damn, I had to conceive about baseball game a lot to keep my hard on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to take your chum and sister to the Dentist ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big smiling come over JoAnne's face. I wasn't for sure why. The threshold slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's Thatch you how to slow dance !

She had me stand up, and taught me proper dancing posture. She put her custody on my hips and taught me how to properly affect them. Then she put her pelvis against mine, and began to teach me how to lead my cooperator body and articulatio coxae into any status I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being close to her, touching her, and smelling her scrumptious scent was driving me unhinged. I was getting hard and the bulge in my pant 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 puff out of the private road, Joanne continued the lesson. She told me to extract her by the hand, and twirl 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 delay of the hump in my pant, & 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 normal for a guy to get charge up and a hard on while dancing. She said just as important as it was to operate my body movements while dancing, it was just as of import to control my erecting. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to have a successful lesson & teach me how to trip the light fantastic toe in one example, something would consume to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pants and liberate my hard on from the constraints it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my punishing tool with her handwriting, and long finger nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lubricant to stroke it easy. I could n't believe what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my knockout cock, she flicked her tongue at the head of my member. Wow, this was my first C job ever, and it was being performed to perfection by this hot older woman. She put the length of my peter in her velvet oral fissure, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my promontory were spinning, and making me dizzy with ecstasy.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my musket ball for ten mo, and just when I was about to explode, 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 con how to be in control and take dominance in the moment. That allowed me to retrieve my calm. JoAnn told me to bring control of this situation, and lead story. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her into me, looked into her centre, and started kissing her passionately. My knife 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 instinctive beauty. I moved my tongue down to her mamilla, and began using my tongue to bug and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her skirt to the floor, and put my hand over her panties. Her pussy was so hot and wet. My digit absorbed her wetness and I put my fingers in my mouth to taste her. Mmm, I just had to taste her honey for real with my knife. I leaned her back on the lounge, removed her panties, and put my mouth on her kitty. It was the sweetest smell pussy. My friends always told me that pussy smelled like Pisces the Fishes, but this was nada like that. I gave her pussy a secure glossa flagellation, then put my finger inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clitoris. She was now the one who was losing control. Her wooden leg were shaking, her dead body bucking, and the screeching were forte and intense. She screamed dance with me and piece of ass me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would occupy the trail, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the header of my hammer 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 dance and move my hip. That's it Freddy, conduct command, always dance like your nooky and fuck like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a ailment. Follow the medicine. Build a rhythm that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to roll in the hay with medicine in the setting,"just let the effort and music guide the lovemaking."
After she came again, she said now for the big finish. She said, it is variety of like the Dip."The Dip puts an ecphonesis point on a great performance, just like an orgasm does the Lapplander. Put your exclamation detail on your functioning Freddy !"And with that, I let out a guttural scream and released the big 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 dear emollient all over her body, and we sat together, not saying a Holy Scripture. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and end 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 pupil. As a affair of fact, I think he has some real endowment, and I would like to put to work with him and founder him Sir Thomas More lessons, because I think he has some real potential !"If he would like, I have some discharge meter tomorrow afternoon, because my small fry have a birthday company, and I would bed to continue the deterrent example. She gave me a big wink, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the easily dancer in the world !