I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my first prom, but the lonesome problem was, I didn't cognise 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 plenty money from my report route for a tux, and a limousine, and now the dancing upshot was going to bankrupt it all. My mom said her supporter JoAnn was a dance instructor, and that maybe if I asked her, she would learn me. I was so shy. It took me 10 attempts to finally press the in conclusion dactyl on the telephone set to call Denise and ask her to the prom. I couldn't ask my female parent's friend. I begged my mom to ask her, and after days of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a fourth dimension for JoAnn to come to the theater, and teach me to dance. It was going to be Thursday afternoon at 4:30 in the good afternoon, and I couldn't have been more nervous and excited.

Thursday came, and when I got dwelling house from shoal, I could feel the butterflies in my tummy beginning to form. I played baseball, and about other fun. jock didn't saltation. So I was torn between betraying my perceived humanness, and having my supporter laugh at me, so I told nonentity. I didn't tell Denise, because I didn't want to create unrealistic expectations. undecomposed to surprise 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 house had met her family the summer before on a camping head trip 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 summertime with us on a steady footing. My mom and JoAnn became very good friends. I remember being on the camping trip and being blown away by her knockout and hot body ! She had red hair down to her enceinte ass, huge tits, and she loved showing her consistency off, especially at the campground pool. Wearing a skimpy two-piece, 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 eld untested than the other adult female there, and she just seemed so poise in so many room. Not like about of my mom's Quaker. trust me when I say I spent many times picturing her in that skimpy bikini while I jerked off thinking about her raw body underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the intellect I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to teach me to dance, we would have to tint, and all I could suppose about was not being able-bodied to control my tool and getting a intemperate on. Boy, would that be embarrassing !

well, I opened the room access, and there was JoAnne. Looking hot as ever, dressed in a low cut V-neck top which accentuated her segmentation, and a silk, flowing annulus, to her genu, she said,"Hi Freddy, so are you ready to determine 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 believe how magniloquent you've gotten since last summer. You are growing up to be such a giving man. Your date is one favourable girlfriend to have you as a escort ! 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 disco music, Donna Summer, Saturday night fever and the Bee Gees were all pop at the time. She told me that she wanted to teach me the hustle, and that with that dance, we could adapt other saltation as well. She said the hustle was the most democratic stream dance, and that would be the one to urinate me look like a good professional 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 full slow down dancer because most girls dream about slow saltation 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 have Denise, or any early girl I wanted because lady friend loved a guy who was a good dancer. When I teach you how to move your hips, and how to control a girl's drive on the dance floor, they will be so hot for you ; you will have plenty of girlfriends. She said that a estimable male professional dancer was the proficient aphrodisiac. If I knew how to move my hip, my organic structure, in a hard & carnal way, & how to pass a adult female on the dance floor, I could indite my own ticket with any cleaning lady I wanted. She said she was going to teach me decent to be able-bodied to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very worked up, but in more than ways than one. I felt some motility 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 safe on the dancing story, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her instructions to the letter, then I would pick up how to hold our movements, the position on the dance storey, and whatever girl I was dancing with, would just follow my lead. I was half listening to her, trying to think about baseball, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my pants, before I had to fend up. Success, I got it to go down ! Just in fourth dimension because JoAnn grabbed my hand, and said,"Let's make you a great dancer."

We started with canonical front, mostly in the base. 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 movement that made great dancers and lovers. She took my bridge player, and started twirling me, showing me what the moves of the hustle were. The music was blaring, the beat was throbbing, and that wasn't the only when matter that began to throb. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn't ascendance it. Damn, I had to think about baseball a lot to stay fresh my hard on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to lead your chum 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 retard dance !

She had me tolerate up, and taught me proper dance posture. She put her hands on my hips and taught me how to properly move them. Then she put her pelvic arch against mine, and began to teach me how to lead my partners organic structure and pelvic arch into any spatial relation I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being fold to her, touching her, and smelling her delicious scent was driving me crazy. I was getting hard and the bulge in my gasp 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 lesson. She told me to commit her by the hand, and twirl her so that her pelvic girdle and groyne were now touching mine. When I did this, she immediately felt my huge hard-on. She smiled, grabbed a keep of the bump in my pants, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we take in 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 emotional and a hard on while dancing. She said just as important as it was to manipulate my body movement while dancing, it was just as important to insure my erection. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to possess a successful lesson & learn me how to trip the light fantastic in one lesson, something would have to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my trouser and freed my hard on from the constraints it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my hard cock with her bridge player, and long fingerbreadth nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lubricator to stroke it gentle. I could n't conceive what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my hard shaft, she flicked her lingua at the head of my phallus. Wow, this was my first nose candy job ever, and it was being performed to perfection by this hot sure-enough woman. She put the duration of my turncock in her velvet oral fissure, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my promontory were spinning, and making me woozy with ecstasy.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my musket ball for ten minutes, and just when I was about to blow up, 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 instruct how to be in control and take away control in the instant. That allowed me to regain my composure. JoAnn told me to take control of this office, 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 head, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful tit, in all their all natural beauty. I moved my tongue down to her nipples, and began using my tongue to pester and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her chick 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 oral fissure to taste her. Mmm, I just had to taste her dear for real with my tongue. I leaned her back on the couch, removed her panties, and put my mouth on her twat. It was the sweetest smell pussy. My Friend always told me that pussy smelled like Fish, but this was cypher like that. I gave her kitty-cat a salutary tongue lashing, then put my finger's breadth inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clit. She was now the one who was losing ascendence. Her legs were shaking, her organic structure bucking, and the screams were tatty and intense. She screamed dance with me and shtup me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would take the leash, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the head of my stopcock against her. We did that for a patch, and then I lifted her up, inserted my peter inside her waiting pussy, and continued to trip the light fantastic toe and displace my hips. That's it Freddy, take mastery, always dance like your shag and fuck like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a complaint. Follow the euphony. Build a rhythm that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to eff with music in the background,"just let the bm and music guide the lovemaking."
After she came again, she said now for the big finish. She said, it is kind of like the Dip."The Dip puts an exclamation power point on a swell performance, just like an orgasm does the Same. Put your exclamation point on your performance Freddy !"And with that, I let out a pharyngeal shriek and released the biggest 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 passion cream all over her body, and we sat together, not saying a word. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and eat up the bunco game. We got dressed, and my lesson 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 moral went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better student. As a topic of fact, I think he has some real gift, and I would like to work with him and give him more moral, because I think he has some real likely !"If he would like, I have some free time tomorrow afternoon, because my tike have a birthday political party, and I would make love to continue the lesson. She gave me a big wink, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the honest dancer in the mankind !