Dance Lessons_(0)

I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my first prom, but the only problem was, I didn’t know how to dance. 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 limo, 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 attempts to finally press the last digit on the telephone to call Denise and ask her to the prom. 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 come 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 home from school, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach beginning to form. I played baseball, and most other sports. Athletes didn’t dance. 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 create unrealistic expectations. Better 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 family 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 woman whose family came camping during the summer with us on a regular basis. My mom and JoAnn became very good friends. I remember being on the camping trip and being blown away by her beauty and hot body! She had red hair down to her great ass, huge tits, and she loved showing her body 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 tits. I just laughed to myself. Joann was probably 10 years younger than the other woman there, and she just seemed so cool in so many ways. Not like most of my mom’s friends. Believe me when I say I spent many times picturing her in that skimpy bikini while I jerked off thinking about her naked body 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 have to touch, and all I could think about was not being able to control my dick and getting a hard 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 learn how to dance?” I thanked her for offering to teach me how to dance, and I told her that I was excited.