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."
"OK, the next part is the rock step. For right now we will be rocking directly away from our partners. Leaders, your left foot goes back, and followers your right foot goes back. Then you return your weight to leaders right and followers left. Rock, Step. Rock, Step. Rock, step."
I turn sideways to both the leaders and followers. "You need to be careful as you do this not to take a big rock step. Really you only need to put your weight back onto the toe of whichever foot is moving, and just barely behind the foot that stays in place." I demonstrate a couple of times.
"You don't want to take a big rock step for several reasons. First, it takes time and energy to move your body through so much space. On a fast song you will get tired. Second, if you are rocking back at the same time your partner is rocking back you will run out of arm length and both stop suddenly. You never want to be the jerk on the other end of your partners arms." A few more people laugh this time, I'm glad my usual banter still works.
"Let's put the pieces together, Tri-ple step, tri-ple step, rock, step. Tri-ple step, tri-ple step, rock, step."
"Great, now we are going to try doing this with a partner. There will be a slight change, though." I glance at the group of followers and pick out someone in the front who has been moving well. She looks to be in her mid twenties and her name tag reads "Amanda". What gives her away is the small small silver tiara she is wearing. "Excuse me, Princess, could you help me, please?" I offer her my left hand and pull her into the open space between the lines of leaders and followers. I whisper so only she can hear, "This is a different kind of spotlight. Are you ok with this?"
"Dancing, sure, not the other thing."
"I saw you came in with a guy, is it Jeff?"
"No, we lasted until he graduated, that guy is my new boyfriend, Mark."
Returning to the crowd of onlookers, I say, "Ok leaders, you are going to basically bring your right wrist up into your partners left armpit and put your hand on this nice solid bone here." I place my hand on Amanda's shoulder blade and then rotate the two of us to the left with that connection. "Since followers like to keep their ribs intact I can lead her to my left, and her right, with gentle pressure here."
"At the same time the follower is going to sort of trap the leaders arm with their arm,and let their left hand fall onto your shoulder. There should be some muscle tone here, but don't try to force one another. You want just enough pressure and connection to be able to read each other." With Amanda and I connected I then rotate us to the right so that everyone can see our hand positions. "If the follower maintains her connection here I can lead us to my right and her left with pressure on the inside of her arm."
"Now, our other hands need to connect as well. Leaders hold your left forearm at about waist level, parallel to the ground. Curl your fingers like you are holding a cup. Follower's, curve your fingers into a c shape and hook them over the top of that imaginary cup. As much as possible you will want a fairly straight line from your elbow to your partners elbow through your joined hands."
"You will notice that we are closer on the leaders right and followers left side than we are on the leaders left and the follower's right. Our bodies are in this little v shape." I lead Amanda to rotate with me again. "So now, when we are doing this with a partner we aren't going to triple step to the side and then rock straight back away from our partners, we are going to kind of hook our feet behind ourselves." I lead her to do just that.
"So, right here, for right now, on the dance floor, hooking is totally legal." Laughter again, yay!
I hear a woman's voice from the crowd say, "No need for hooking at this convention, look at all these volunteers!" Everyone laughs, including me