"Hello Daniel, please come in."
Mister S called from his study, "Darling, he prefers 'Dan', maybe when he's famous he can become a Daniel, eh?" He was still chuckling at his own jest as he went back to the car to fetch his briefcase.
"Sorry Dan," said Mrs S ushering her guest firmly into the front room where a slim girl sat, almost cowering, on the settee. "This is Penelope. Penelope this is Dan. He's here to help you pick up a few dance steps."
Dan shook Penelope's hand. It was damp, reluctant and limp in contrast to her mother's which had been firm and lingering. "Hello, Penelope. Have you any experience of dancing?" Dan asked.
"Of course she hasn't!" Mrs S interjected brusquely. "That's why you're here."
Penelope shrugged. Dan smiled and turned to Mrs S. "Is there a gramophone in here please Mrs S?"
"Yes," she proudly announced pushing out her formidable chest. "We have a modern radiogram." With a flourish she opened a sideboard-sized piece of furniture. "Records here. Some by Victor Sylvester which you might find useful. Do you know how to work this thing? I usually leave that to my husband."
Right on cue Mister S appeared in the doorway rattling an ancient bag of golf clubs. "Right-Ho I'm off, see you later darling. Feed Dan and drive him home when you've finished, don't forget to pay him too. Oh by the way Dan you can call your mother from this phone." He indicated towards the hall table then slammed the front door as he left.
Dan phoned home and warned his mother that he would be late and not to cook for him. He returned to the huge radiogram. "OK," murmured Dan. "Let's have a look. Wow, it's a real beauty Mrs S. Yes, I think this is the way to do it, I'll try this waltz for starters."
The machine whirred into action and the 78 rpm record dropped into place with a thump. The arm slowly activated and lowered itself onto the rapidly spinning disk. Music filled the room so Dan reduced the volume and turned to Mrs S. who looked suitably impressed that Dan had mastered the technology so easily.
With the music now playing quietly in the background Dan approached Penelope. "May I have this dance?" He held out his hand bowing slightly.
Penelope blushed, "I don't know how." She muttered, ignoring Dan's hand and remained resolutely seated, her face almost tearful.
"Come here boy, I'll dance with you. Let's show her how it's done." Mrs S grabbed Dan and turned him to face her. Dan decided to humour her and took the formal dance hold.
Dan remained firmly stationary even though Mrs S was trying to lead off. He turned to the girl, "Come and see the hold please Penelope". Reluctantly the teenager rose and edged closer.
"The gentleman holds his left arm out with his palm upwards and the lady places her right hand gently into the palm. Can you see? The gentleman's right arm curls under his partner's left and takes a firm hold on her back. Do you see that?" Penelope nodded half-heartedly behind her mother.
Dan continued, "The lady places her arm gently on her partner's upper arm with the thumb along the inside of his arm and her fingers draped over his shoulder. You can see that your Mum has a perfect posture, back straight and head up." Mrs S glowed with pride and Dan could feel Mrs S almost pawing at the ground to get dancing but he continued.
"Now Penelope, let's get you into this starting hold." He released Mrs S who grudgingly moved out of the way. Penelope stood shyly in front of Dan. "Perhaps your Mum could help get you in position?" He looked enquiringly at Mrs S who set about moving her daughter's unresponsive limbs into position. Dan could see that Penelope really didn't want to do this. Her mother on the other hand had been desperate to dance!
In hold Dan walked Penelope gently through the simple one, two, three box step of a basic waltz. The music had stopped by now but Dan just counted them through the steps moving just forward and back across the parquet floor. After several attempts Dan sensed that Penelope had found the rhythm. He smiled at her and she came to life as they moved quietly around the living room to Dan's count.
"Are you ready for the music Penelope?" She nodded, still nervous but now prepared to participate. Dan counted them in and started moving. He found that Penelope had already caught on to following his lead and she moved wherever he steered. She even followed some natural turns and by the end of the dance Penelope's face was animated. Her eyes were now bright and her posture firm.
Dan stood back and applauded. He looked at Mrs S who had briefly left the room during her daughter's first attempt. Dan saw no great joy in her reaction. She seemed almost disappointed that her daughter had performed so well!
Dan sat with Penelope and quietly talked about the dance and was surprised that she now engaged in conversation.
Mrs S announced frostily from the door "Tea will be in half an hour."
Before she could disappear Dan called "Mrs S, maybe we could demonstrate a foxtrot? Would that interrupt your preparations?"
Mrs S smiled warmly. "Why not Dan, I'd love to dance the foxtrot with you."
Dan was sure he detected an undertone, especially on the emphasised 'with you', but said nothing. He also thought that Mrs S had removed her bra! Her prodigious breasts quivered as she stepped eagerly towards him and her nipples were already visible as they pressed against the flimsy silk material of her blouse.
Dan chose a record and set the machine in motion. As he took his partner in hold he confirmed the absence of the bra as his right hand connected with the warm, almost naked flesh of her back. The foxtrot is not easy, especially in a confined space but they moved effortlessly and in the final bars their hold was much closer. Dan was aware that each time his leg went between hers Mrs S would manage to get their thighs to caress smoothly. As the music closed Dan swung his partner elegantly across his right leg laying her back supported by his right arm. His left arm made a sweeping gesture down her body but some inches away. The posture was held as the music died. Penelope applauded and Mrs S came out of her trance as she straightened her back while Dan eased her upright.
"Wow Mummy, that was great!" Penelope was in awe of her mother's performance. "I didn't know you could dance like that!"
"Neither did I" was her mother's almost inaudible response. Her unfettered nipples were poking aggressively at the light material of her blouse as she hurried towards the kitchen. "Half an hour, then we eat" she called over her shoulder. She actually went to the bathroom, locked the door and sat holding her aching pussy with one hand and squeezing an erect nipple with the other. "God, I enjoyed that so much!" she thought quietly to herself. After a few minutes she rinsed her face with cold water and returned to the kitchen. She tried to concentrate on something other than the feel of the young man's firm body.
In the front room Penelope was full of questions, eager now to learn more about dancing. She had never seen her mother let go like that, normally she was totally in control of everything. Today she felt that she had witnessed a crack in the ice wall!
Dan suggested that they might use the time before tea to practice the waltz again. Penelope proved a quick learner now that her interest had been roused and time passed quickly until they were called to the kitchen to eat. Her enthusiasm encouraged Dan; she seemed like a different girl. Now she had poise, revealing a lovely figure and athletic legs. On the few occasions when their hold became close Dan enjoyed her youthful proximity.
While Dan used the downstairs cloakroom to wash his hands Penelope went upstairs. Mrs S was waiting in the kitchen, her heaving chest thrust out hard nipples still threatening to pierce the silk! It was all rather provocative. "Now Dan, would you like to sit here?" She pulled out the chair nearest to her. To get to his seat Dan had to pass very close and, despite trying to avoid contact, inevitably brushed her breasts. Mrs S gave an intake of breath. "Naughty boy," She whispered. "Naughty but nice!"
She leaned over Dan's shoulder to adjust the cutlery, which was already perfectly placed! Her breasts were right in front of Dan's face, even though he leaned back in his chair. Dan dared not move! Flashing through his mind was the thought that if he touched Mrs S inappropriately she would tell her husband and his job could be in jeopardy. Dan didn't know whether she was testing or teasing. Mrs S heard her daughter coming down the stairs and as she turned away she slid her breast deliberately across Dan's flushed face, the extended nipple brushed his dry lips.
Dan was in a rather confused state but still rose from his seat as Penelope entered. She smiled sweetly, "Oh Dan, what a gentleman! Please sit down and tell me how you started dancing."
They chattered as they ate. Mrs S chipping in acidly every so often. Penelope ignored her mother's sharp comments; maybe she was immune after years of hearing them. As they finished eating Dan thanked Mrs S and enquired whether Penelope would like to dance any more before he went home.
Mrs S had been hoping for this opportunity. "Penny darling you have so much homework maybe you need to get on with that and have another, maybe longer, lesson with Dan another time?" Penelope looked crestfallen but knew better than to argue.
She shook hands with Dan, her grip dryer and more enthusiastic than earlier. "Thank you so much Dan. I'm surprised to say that I actually enjoyed my first lesson. I hope you can come back again?" Dan nodded, impressed in her transformation from a shy, withdrawn girl into a much more confident young lady.
