I was a 15 twelvemonth old kid, excited about going to my low prom, but the only trouble was, I didn't know how to trip the light fantastic toe. I had asked Denise, a girl that I had flirted with all year to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up sufficiency money from my paper path 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 dance instructor, and that maybe if I asked her, she would teach me. I was so shy. It took me 10 endeavour to finally press the finally digit on the telephone to call Denise and ask her to the promenade. I couldn't ask my mother's protagonist. 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 house, and teach me to dance. It was going to be Th afternoon at 4:30 in the good afternoon, and I couldn't have been more neural and excited.

Thursday came, and when I got dwelling house from school, I could finger the butterflies in my stomach beginning to shape. I played baseball, and most former play. athlete didn't saltation. 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 make unrealistic expectations. meliorate to surprise her I thought. The Doorbell rang, and I could see JoAnne through the thick deoxyephedrine. I guess I should severalize 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 tenting trip with some early phratry that we used to camp down with. She was the sister of one of the woman whose home came camping during the summer with us on a regular foundation. My mom and JoAnn became very good friends. I remember being on the tenting trip and being blown away by her beauty and hot consistency ! She had red whisker down to her keen ass, huge tits, and she loved showing her soundbox off, especially at the bivouac pond. Wearing a skimpy bikini, that accentuated her cleavage, she drove all the men crazy. I even caught my dad looking at her titty. I just laughed to myself. Joann was probably 10 years new than the other adult female there, and she just seemed so cool in so many ways. Not like near of my mom's admirer. Believe me when I say I spent many times picturing her in that lean bikini while I jerked off thinking about her au naturel consistency underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the understanding I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to teach me to dance, we would feature to touch, and all I could think about was not being able to control my dick and getting a operose 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 chick, to her articulatio genus, she said,"Hi Freddy, so are you ready to learn how to trip the light fantastic toe ?"I thanked her for offering to instruct me how to dance, and I told her that I was excited. She said,"I can't consider how tall you've gotten since stopping point summer. You are growing up to be such a well-favored man. Your appointment is one lucky girl to give you as a escort ! I blushed. She told me that before we get started, we should arrive up with a program. So we sat down, and we talked. This was the former 70's and discotheque, Donna Summer, Sat Night febrility and the Bee g-force were all popular at the time. She told me that she wanted to learn me the hustle, and that with that dance, we could conform other dances as well. She said the gyp was the most democratic electric current dance, and that would be the one to make me see like a beneficial dancer. She also asked me if I knew how to slow up dance. I told her not really. She said it was important to be a good slow dancer because most female child dream about slow dancing 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 dance, that I could have Denise, or any other daughter I wanted because girls loved a guy who was a good dancer. When I teach you how to travel your hips, and how to verify a girl's movements on the dance trading floor, they will be so hot for you ; you will let plenty of girl. She said that a good male dancer was the best aphrodisiac. If I knew how to move my hips, my consistency, in a strong & animal way, & how to lead a woman on the terpsichore trading floor, I could write my own ticket with any woman I wanted. She said she was going to teach me decent to be able to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very rouse, but in Sir Thomas More ways than one. I felt some bowel movement in my pant. This was not going to be full. JoAnne told me that if I wanted, that we could do another lesson, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really look expert 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 read how to control our bm, the situation on the dance level, and whatever girl I was dancing with, would just be my lead. I was one-half listening to her, trying to think about baseball, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my gasp, before I had to brook up. success, I got it to go down ! Just in time because JoAnn grabbed my hand, and said,"Let's make you a great dancer."

We started with canonic movements, mostly in the animal foot. I was very tight, and she was trying to get me to loosen up. She grabbed my hip, and started moving them this way and that. She controlled my hips, and told me this was the apparent movement that made slap-up dancers and lovers. She took my hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the move of the stir were. The medicine was blaring, the pulsation was throbbing, and that wasn't the merely thing that began to throb. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn't control it. Damn, I had to recall about baseball a lot to proceed my strong on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to use up your blood brother and sister to the Dentist ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big smile seed over JoAnne's case. I wasn't sure why. The door slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's Thatch you how to slow dance !

She had me stand up, and taught me right saltation military capability. She put her hands on my hips and taught me how to properly move them. Then she put her hips against mine, and began to instruct me how to lead my partners consistency and hips into any position I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being close to her, touching her, and smelling her delectable scent was driving me sick. I was getting hard and the extrusion in my pants was becoming obvious. I know she noticed it, and was enjoying teasing me.

Joanne smirked and I saw a mischievous sparkle in her eye. As soon as she heard the car puff out of the drive, Joanne continued the lesson. She told me to draw out her by the hand, and whirl 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 cargo deck of the bulge in my pants, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we possess 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 excited and a operose on while dancing. She said just as of import as it was to ensure my body movements while dancing, it was just as important to control my erection. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to hold a successful lesson & teach me how to trip the light fantastic in one object lesson, something would give birth to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pants and freed my hard on from the restraint 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 believe what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my surd pecker, she flicked her tongue at the head word of my penis. Wow, this was my first blow job ever, and it was being performed to perfection by this hot older cleaning woman. She put the length of my rooster in her velvet mouth, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my heads were spinning, and making me lightheaded with ecstasy.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my formal 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 acquire how to be in control and lead ascendance in the here and now. That allowed me to regain my calmness. JoAnn told me to learn ascendancy of this place, 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 clapper darted and played with hers, and I lifted her shirt over her head, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful tit, in all their all natural lulu. I moved my natural language down to her pap, and began using my lingua to tease and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her wench to the floor, and put my hired man over her step-in. Her pussy was so hot and wet. My finger's breadth absorbed her wetness and I put my fingers in my mouth to taste her. Mmm, I just had to savour her beloved for real with my tongue. I leaned her back on the couch, removed her panties, and put my backtalk on her snatch. It was the sweetest smelling pussy. My admirer always told me that pussy smelled like Pisces the Fishes, but this was goose egg like that. I gave her pussy a dependable tongue 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 body bucking, and the screams were loud and intense. She screamed dance with me and roll in the hay me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would take the lead, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the head of my peter against her. We did that for a while, and then I lifted her up, put in my cock inside her waiting pussy, and continued to dance and move my hips. That's it Freddy, take control, always dance like your fucking and screw like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a ailment. Follow the music. establish a calendar method that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to sleep together with music in the background,"just let the movements and music guide the sexual love."
After she came again, she said now for the big finish. She said, it is sort 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 on your operation Freddy !"And with that, I let out a guttural scream and released the openhanded 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 honey cream all over her body, and we sat together, not saying a Word. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and wind up the flurry. 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 sister 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 gift, and I would wish to work with him and commit him More lessons, because I think he has some genuine potential drop !"If he would wish, I have some free meter tomorrow afternoon, because my nestling have a birthday party, and I would bed to go forward the moral. She gave me a big blink of an eye, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the best dancer in the world !