This story was originally published for the
Virtual Literotica Convention 2025 Story Event
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Literotica International Convention
The Grand City Hotel in Grand City.
The Grand Ballroom
Saturday, just after 5:00 pm
I had arrived early to make sure that everything was set up for the dance lesson I was teaching before The Grand City Gala Dinner and Dance. About two thirds of the room was filled with ten tops, most already reserved with small placards. The hotel staff were busy setting everything up and I'm sure we will be in their way, just like they will be noisier than I would like while I am teaching. The remainder of the room had the speaker's podium and the portable dance floor that had been installed on top of the fancy carpet. It wouldn't have the best dance surface, but it would be fairly soft with the extra padding of the carpet underneath.
As people began straggling in I was only a little surprised at the wide variety of people, and costumes. A few people were still dressed comfortably for a day of attending discussion's, others were clearly dressed to stay for the evening with ball gowns and suits. Those were all just normal costumes that I have seen everywhere before, though. The bondage gear and near nudity of some of the attendees was new to me. Almost everyone was following the rule of wearing their name passes on a lanyard, so it would be possible to identify who was supposed to be here. The organizers had to check id's to make sure nobody under eighteen snuck in, of course. The pictures had to match the person, but obviously a lot of the names were actually Literotica pseudonyms.
I was just about to go onto the dance floor when I saw the one person I was specifically meant to talk to at the convention so I walked over to her and introduced myself. I could see her name tag, "Becky", but I would have recognized her without it. Becky's blonde hair was cut into a cute bob and she smiled as I approached, but I could see in the lines around her eyes that she was still tired, and her eyes still had a trace of redness in them. She was in her late thirties, and was dressed casually, like most others she would probably change quickly after the lesson and come back for dinner.
"Hello Becky, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Bryan Richardson." I offered my hand and she shook it.
Then she asked, "Do I know you?"
I shrugged, "Probably not, but that depends on how much time you've spent on Literotica in the last several months. But my writer knows you, he wanted me to tell you that you are the reason he joined the site and started writing."
Becky smiled, "Oh, really? That is nice to hear."
Becky looked at me again, "But do I know you? Were you there last night?"
I gave her a quick hug, "I'll tell you if you really want to know, but we both know that you don't want to know."
Becky laughed, "That's true. But maybe I will see you during dinner?"
"I'm here alone, so maybe you would like to join me?"
"I look forward to it."
With that part of my mission completed I walked out onto the dance floor, the organizer's had offered me a headset microphone, but I've found I can usually project well enough without one.
"Good evening everyone! If you are here for the swing dance lesson, please join us on the dance floor. If you came for a swinging lesson, those are held in the rooms upstairs." A couple of people laughed, so that was worth it.
"Ok, we are going to split up; the leaders behind me, and the followers facing us. Leaders are generally men, and followers are generally women, but either role is fine. If swing dance is new to you I do suggest that you stick to whichever side you pick for the next hour. Once you get more experienced you can start going both ways."
"Leaders are going to start with their weight on the right foot, and the left foot free. Followers are the opposite, you all start with your weight on your left foot, and your right foot free."
I point to my left, "When we move we are all going to go that way, leaders to your left, and since the followers are facing us, they move to their right. Leaders will step left, right, left. And at the same time the followers will move right, left, right."
Once everyone I can see has moved, I point to my right, "Now we go back where we came from, leaders right, left, right, and followers left, right, left. Ok, we just did the first two thirds of the basic step. We will practice that a few times before we get to the last bit, the rock step."
"Followers, listen to the rhythm of my voice, and mirror what I do, but I'm going to talk to the leaders while we do this." I point to my left, "Left, right, left." Then I point to my right, "Right, left, right. Now we are going to keep doing that."
"Whatever your normal height is, I want you to bend your knees slightly and that will be your new dancing height. OK, now pulse up and down a little as you take each step. Left, right, left. Right, left, right. We will keep doing that, but I'll change what I'm saying to tri-ple step, tri-ple step so that I don't keep confusing the followers."