I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my beginning promenade, but the only when problem was, I didn't have sex how to dance. I had asked Denise, a missy that I had flirted with all yr to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up enough money from my report route for a tux, and a limo, and now the dancing issue was going to ruin it all. My mom said her acquaintance JoAnn was a terpsichore teacher, and that maybe if I asked her, she would teach me. I was so shy. It took me 10 attack to finally press the last fingerbreadth on the telephone to call Denise and ask her to the prom. I couldn't ask my mother's supporter. I begged my mom to ask her, and after 24-hour interval of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a clip for JoAnn to come to the house, 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 neural and excited.

Th came, and when I got home from school, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach beginning to mold. I played baseball, and most other sports. Athletes didn't dancing. So I was torn between betraying my perceived humanity, and having my friends joke at me, so I told nobody. I didn't tell Denise, because I didn't want to create unrealistic arithmetic mean. Better to surprise her I thought. The doorbell rang, and I could see JoAnne through the blockheaded 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 menage had met her family the summer before on a camping trip with some other families that we used to camp with. She was the sister of one of the fair sex whose family came camping during the summer with us on a habitue groundwork. My mom and JoAnn became very good friends. I remember being on the tenting trip and being blown away by her beauty and hot body ! She had red pilus down to her large ass, Brobdingnagian boob, and she loved showing her body off, especially at the encampment pool. 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 womanhood there, and she just seemed so assuredness in so many ways. Not like most of my mom's friends. Believe me when I say I spent many prison term picturing her in that lean bikini while I jerked off thinking about her naked trunk 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 dance, we would give birth to touch, and all I could recall about was not being able-bodied to control my dick and getting a surd 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 ready to hear 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 consider how marvellous you've gotten since close summertime. You are growing up to be such a well-favored man. Your date is one lucky lady friend to take you as a day of the month ! 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 late 70's and discotheque, Donna summertime, Saturday Night Fever and the Bee Gees were all popular at the time. She told me that she wanted to teach me the hustle, and that with that dancing, we could adjust other dances as well. She said the hustle was the most popular current dance, and that would be the one to make me front like a well social dancer. She also asked me if I knew how to decelerate dance. I told her not really. She said it was important to be a good slow dancer because virtually girls dream about slow dancing at their promenade. She asked me if I was just friends with Denise, or if we were young man 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, that I could have Denise, or any other girl I wanted because girls loved a guy who was a good social dancer. When I teach you how to strike your hip, and how to control a female child's movement on the dance floor, they will be so hot for you ; you will have plenty of lady friend. She said that a adept male dancer was the best aphrodisiac. If I knew how to move my hips, my body, in a strong & animal way, & how to lead a woman on the terpsichore flooring, I could write my own slate with any cleaning lady I wanted. She said she was going to learn me enough to be able to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very excited, but in more ways than one. I felt some crusade 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 look good on the dancing floor, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her instruction manual to the letter, then I would hear how to ensure our movements, the situation on the dance floor, and whatever fille I was dancing with, would just come my lead. I was half listening to her, trying to mean about baseball, 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 clip because JoAnn grabbed my hand, and said,"Let's make you a large dancer."

We started with introductory movements, 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 hips, and told me this was the movement that made bully social dancer and lovers. She took my handwriting, and started twirling me, showing me what the motion of the bunco were. The music was blaring, the pulse was throbbing, and that wasn't the only thing that began to throb. I was touching this hot char, and I couldn't control it. tinker's dam, I had to think about baseball a lot to hold on my hard on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to take your chum and sister to the dental practitioner ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big grin ejaculate over JoAnne's face. I wasn't sure why. The room access slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's Teach you how to slow saltation !

She had me stand up, and taught me proper dance posture. She put her handwriting on my pelvic girdle and instruct me how to properly move them. Then she put her coxa against mine, and began to teach me how to lead my cooperator dead body and hips into any spatial relation I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being close down to her, touching her, and smelling her delicious odour was driving me crazy. I was getting hard and the bulge in my drawers 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 pull out of the driveway, Joanne continued the object lesson. She told me to pull her by the mitt, and spin her so that her hip joint and groin were now touching mine. When I did this, she immediately felt my huge 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 energise and a hard on while dancing. She said just as important as it was to keep in line my torso crusade while dancing, it was just as important to keep in line my erection. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to hold a successful lesson & learn me how to dance in one deterrent example, something would have to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pant and resign my hard on from the constraints it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my toilsome cock with her deal, and long finger nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lubricating substance to stroke it easier. I could n't believe what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my hard cock, she flicked her tongue at the capitulum of my penis. Wow, this was my first blast job ever, and it was being performed to paragon 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 pass were spinning, and making me dizzy with XTC.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my testicle for ten minutes, 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 control and take restraint in the moment. That allowed me to find my composure. JoAnn told me to take controller 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 middle, and started kissing her passionately. My tongue darted and played with hers, and I lifted her shirt over her brain, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful mamilla, in all their all natural stunner. I moved my tongue down to her nipples, and began using my clapper to tease apart and vellicate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her doll to the floor, and put my hand over her panties. Her pussy was so hot and wet. My fingers absorbed her wetness and I put my fingers in my sassing to sample her. Mmm, I just had to try her love for real with my tongue. I leaned her back on the sofa, removed her step-in, and put my back talk on her pussy. It was the sugared smelling pussy. My friends always told me that pussy smelled like fish, but this was null like that. I gave her puss a secure tongue lashing, then put my finger's breadth inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clitoris. She was now the one who was losing control. Her ramification were shaking, her body bucking, and the screams were loud and intense. She screamed dance with me and piece of tail me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would deal the lead, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the drumhead of my cock against her. We did that for a while, and then I lifted her up, inserted my shaft inside her waiting puss, and continued to trip the light fantastic and travel my coxa. That's it Freddy, take control, always saltation like your nookie and shtup like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a complaint. Follow the euphony. ramp up a rhythm that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to fuck with music in the backcloth,"just let the apparent movement and music guide the sexual love."
After she came again, she said now for the big finish. She said, it is form of like the Dip."The Dip puts an exclamation point on a great performance, just like an climax does the same. Put your exclaiming point in time on your carrying into action Freddy !"And with that, I let out a guttural howler and released the biggest load 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 complete the confidence game. We got dressed, and my lesson 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 pal and sister came back. My mom walked in and asked how the example went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better scholar. As a matter of fact, I think he has some rattling gift, and I would care to wreak with him and cave in him more lesson, because I think he has some literal potential drop !"If he would like, I have some disengage time tomorrow good afternoon, because my Kyd have a birthday party, and I would have intercourse to continue the lesson. She gave me a big twinkling, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the best dancer in the populace !