I was a 15 yr old kid, excited about going to my first promenade, but the solitary problem was, I didn't eff how to dance. I had asked Denise, a miss that I had flirted with all year to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up enough money from my paper itinerary for a tux, and a limo, and now the dancing exit was going to break it all. My mom said her friend JoAnn was a dance teacher, and that maybe if I asked her, she would teach me. I was so shy. It took me 10 attempt to finally press the go digit on the telephone set to holler Denise and ask her to the promenade. 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 time for JoAnn to fare to the house, and teach 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.

Thursday came, and when I got place from school, I could feel the butterflies in my tummy beginning to form. I played baseball, and most other sports. Athletes didn't terpsichore. So I was torn between betraying my perceived manhood, and having my friends laughter at me, so I told nobody. I didn't William Tell Denise, because I didn't want to create unrealistic arithmetic mean. in effect to surprise her I thought. The Doorbell rang, and I could see JoAnne through the stocky shabu. I guess I should tell you about JoAnn.

JoAnne was in her mid 30's, married, had 2 young children, 4 and 2. My family had met her family the summertime before on a camping trip with some early family that we used to encamp with. She was the sister of one of the woman whose family came camping during the summertime with us on a regular basis. My mom and JoAnn became very good friends. I remember being on the bivouacking trip and being blown away by her peach and hot trunk ! She had red hair down to her smashing ass, huge tits, and she loved showing her organic structure off, especially at the campground pool. Wearing a skimpy bikini, that accentuated her cleavage, she drove all the men crazy. I even caught my dad looking at her pap. I just laughed to myself. Joann was probably 10 age younger than the former woman there, and she just seemed so cool in so many ways. Not like near of my mom's friends. Believe me when I say I spent many metre picturing her in that lean bikini while I jerked off thinking about her bare consistency underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the cause I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to learn me to dance, we would give birth to touch, and all I could think about was not being able to control my pecker and getting a hard on. Boy, would that be embarrassing !

Well, I opened the threshold, 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 prepare to read 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 utmost summertime. You are growing up to be such a handsome man. Your date is one favourable little girl to give birth you as a date ! I blushed. She told me that before we get started, we should occur up with a architectural plan. So we sat down, and we talked. This was the late 70's and Disco, Donna Summer, Saturday night Fever and the Bee Gees were all democratic at the meter. She told me that she wanted to teach me the hustle, and that with that saltation, we could accommodate other saltation as well. She said the ado was the most popular stream dance, and that would be the one to bring in me seem like a dependable dancer. She also asked me if I knew how to slack dance. I told her not really. She said it was significant to be a good slow dancer because most young lady dream about retard dancing 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 suffer Denise, or any early girl I wanted because daughter loved a guy who was a good dancer. When I teach you how to move your hips, and how to ensure a little girl's movements on the dance trading floor, they will be so hot for you ; you will have spate of lady friend. She said that a good male dancer was the best aphrodisiac. If I knew how to propel my hips, my body, in a strong & sensual way, & how to lead a woman on the dance flooring, I could write my own just the ticket with any char I wanted. She said she was going to teach me enough to be able to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very excited, but in more way than one. I felt some campaign in my knickers. This was not going to be good. JoAnne told me that if I wanted, that we could do another deterrent example, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really look practiced 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 larn how to operate our front, the site on the dance story, 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 resist up. achiever, I got it to go down ! Just in metre because JoAnn grabbed my hand, and said,"Let's make you a great dancer."

We started with basic bm, mostly in the human foot. I was very tight, and she was trying to get me to loosen up. She grabbed my pelvic girdle, 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 hired hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the motility of the ado were. The music was blaring, the heartbeat 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. shit, I had to retrieve about baseball a lot to save my operose on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to pack 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 for certain why. The doorway slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's teach you how to slow dance !

She had me stand up, and taught me proper dance posture. She put her hand on my pelvis and learn me how to properly move them. Then she put her hips against mine, and began to teach me how to lead my spouse body and pelvic girdle into any emplacement I wanted, depending on what dancing I was doing. OMG, being close to her, touching her, and smelling her pleasant-tasting scent was driving me crazy. I was getting hard and the hump in my bloomers 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 drive, Joanne continued the lesson. She told me to pull her by the manus, 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 hold of the prominence in my trouser, & 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 pattern for a guy to get excited and a hard on while dancing. She said just as significant as it was to control my eubstance bowel movement while dancing, it was just as important to control my erecting. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to own a successful deterrent example & teach me how to dance in one lesson, something would have to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pants and freed my knockout on from the constraints it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my hard cock with her handwriting, and long digit nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lubricant to stroke it promiscuous. 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 head of my penis. Wow, this was my get-go blow job ever, and it was being performed to perfection by this hot erstwhile char. 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 orchis for ten minutes, and just when I was about to detonate, 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 con how to be in command and take ascendence in the instant. That allowed me to regain my composure. JoAnn told me to take ascendance of this position, and steer. 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 caput, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful tits, in all their all innate stunner. I moved my clapper down to her nipples, and began using my tongue to tease and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her dame to the trading floor, and put my hand over her pantie. Her pussy was so hot and wet. My fingers absorbed her wetness and I put my fingers in my mouth to taste her. Mmm, I just had to taste her love for real with my spit. I leaned her back on the sofa, removed her panties, and put my oral fissure on her pussycat. It was the sweetest smelling pussy. My admirer always told me that pussy smelled like fish, but this was nothing like that. I gave her kitty-cat a good tongue lashing, then put my fingers inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clit. She was now the one who was losing control. Her wooden leg were shaking, her organic structure bucking, and the screams were tatty and intense. She screamed terpsichore with me and shtup me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would take the atomic number 82, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the heading of my cock against her. We did that for a piece, and then I lifted her up, insert my rooster inside her waiting pussy, and continued to dance and move my rose hip. That's it Freddy, take ascendancy, always dance like your fucking and screw 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 have sex with medicine in the background,"just let the drive and music guide the lovemaking."
After she came again, she said now for the big finis. She said, it is kind of like the Dip."The Dip puts an exclamation point on a great public presentation, just like an orgasm does the same. Put your exclamation full stop on your functioning Freddy !"And with that, I let out a guttural consonant screech and released the liberal load of cum I ever had, all over her body. It seemed like my coming and ejaculation went on forever. She rubbed all of my sexual love cream all over her torso, and we sat together, not saying a word. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and finish the bunco. We got dressed, and my example blurred into one, for the eternal rest of the afternoon, but it all seemed to fit together. Just as we were finishing, my mom and pal and sis came back. My mom walked in and asked how the lesson went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better educatee. As a subject of fact, I think he has some real talent, and I would like to work with him and give him Thomas More moral, because I think he has some literal potential !"If he would like, I have some free meter tomorrow afternoon, because my kids have a birthday party, and I would love to continue the moral. She gave me a big wink, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the honorable social dancer in the world !