This is the first chapter of three. I hope the editorial office will release them in close succession.
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It was 10 minutes before my dance class was over. I was unusually tired; In the morning, I worked in my garden for 3 full hours. Then, I did the weekly shopping and later carried heavy loads from the car.
I watched the couples before me dancing Tango and liked what I saw. We worked on the Tango 3 different times, and it seemed now everybody was grasping the rhythm. Even Lora and John, the septuagenarians, were doing OK. Good! Next time we'll have the final touches and move on to Salsa.
The music ended and I said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am happy to announce all 5 couples did well. Next week we'll do it one more time to verify everybody feels it and then we'll start dancing to the Salsa. Both are Latins but they are very different. Good night and I'll see you all next week at 7 pm."
As they were leaving, a new Lexus stopped in front of the door and 2 ladies approached me. The older one asked, "Are you Jerome Brown?"
"Yes, ma'am. What can I do for you?"
"I heard you are a good dance instructor. We thought of joining one of your classes. I used to dance when I was younger but haven't done it in years and I need a refresher course. My daughter can shake like all the youngsters these days, but she is about to get married, and the parents of her husband-to-be want a traditional wedding with ballroom dances."
"I give 2 classes a week, each one lasts one hour; Tuesday it starts at 9 am and Thursday at 7 pm. Is one of these good for you?"
They looked at each other, and the older one said, "My daughter, Cindy, can make it to your Thursday class. Unfortunately, neither one is good for me. I am a busy lawyer and work every morning. Each Thursday evening, we have our weekly business meeting to discuss our firm's cases. Do you give private lessons too?"
"I do not do it regularly but now and then I accept one or two. What did you have in mind?"
"Cindy will join your existing class, and I'll have an hour twice a week for 3 consecutive weeks. I think it should suffice."
"Lady, a dancing lesson with others costs $30, and a private one is $60. Are you still interested?"
"Jerome, money is a nonissue. Timing is. Can we have lessons anytime after 4 pm on Monday and Wednesday?"
"Wednesday at 6 pm is doable. On Monday, I am much busier. If you insist, we'll have to start after 8 pm."
She smiled, "That will be perfect. Can we start next week?"
"Yes, we can."
All this time we spoke at the door. The lighting was poor, and I could not make much except that the daughter was quieter and taller than her mother. I smiled, "Your daughter's name is Cindy. What is yours?"
"You are right, I should have introduced myself. My name is Jenna. We came unannounced and I hate to take too much of your precious time. I'll see you here on Monday at 8:15 pm."
"Good night ladies and see you soon."
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At 8:15 on the money, the same blue Lexus parked in front of my studio. She rang the bell and I opened the door for her. Now I could see her better. She was quite short with light brown wavy hair. The long grey coat hid her body well.
I smiled at her, "Jenna, it's nice to see you again. Let me hang up your coat and we can talk about your wishes. As she took off the coat, I gasped and then blushed. She had on a short tight skirt that displayed shapely legs and slightly wide hips. The most impressive feature was her glorious chest. Her massive breasts were covered with a soft bra and a thin blouse. I wondered, 'Are these beauties DD cups?...'
She watched my face and grinned, "Don't be embarrassed. I get the same reaction from everybody who sees me for the same time. At certain times, my big boobs were a blessing but more often they were source of trouble. Anyway, I am here for refresher dancing lessons. My husband passed away a year ago. He was a fantastic dancer and loved to dance. We used to go to bars and parties and enjoy our time together. I was never good at it, but with his help and expertise, we managed to have fun on the floor. The last time I danced was about 3 years ago when he became sick. So now I have no dancing partner, the skills I acquired turned rusty, and there are newer dances I never tried before. My wish is to learn as much as possible, so I can dance without humiliating myself at my daughter's wedding. What do you think?"
"Lady, I'll be happy to help. I am familiar with most ballroom dances and many others, including some that the younger generations like. How would you feel if we start with the ones you're likely familiar with, and when you are comfortable with them, we'll move to newer ones? I also suggest that when you see your daughter, ask her what music her circle of friends likes. You see, some like Shakes, others Bachata, and certain young folks prefer more traditional dances. Based on her preference, we may decide on what dances we'll work on."
She had a cute face, and when smiling, she looked radiant, "Jerome, I like your idea. Shall we start?"
"Ma'am, let's begin with Tango and Waltz because every wedding has at least one of each. Then tell me what you'd rather we work on."
She grinned, "I hate being called lady or ma'am, it makes me feel older. Unless you are angry at me, please, call me Jenna. And you are right. We can start with Waltz and Tango today. By the way, if I step on your toes, I apologize in advance..."
"Jenna, I guess you are a better dancer than you admit to, but even if you step on my toes, I'll survive. I still recall 6 months ago, I taught a lady who weighed about 300 pounds. It is not nice to say it, but she was a real klutz. I had to tape my feet before every lesson and pray to god she wouldn't fall on me... In your case, even in the worst scenario, your weight is less than half hers, so I'll manage. I'll put on 3 Waltzes, and we will try to see how you feel. Based on our performance together, we'll work on any needed improvement."
We started dancing and it was apparent she was much better than she led me believe. Her basic steps were flawless, and even our chemistry on the floor was almost perfect. When the 3 dances were finished, I stopped and glanced at her. Her face was reddish, and her beautiful smile again lighted her face, "Jerome, you are an amazing dancer. Just like my husband before, you make me look so much better... The only difference is that my husband, god bless his soul, was a more show off. He used to bend me, lean toward me, almost kiss me, and at times even lift me in the air."
"Jenna, do you want me to do it? It's for advanced dancers. We can do it because I think you are very good, but it will mean closer contact between us."
She laughed, "Are you scared of me that you mention 'closer contact' as a big issue?"
I smiled, "Not really. However, from prior experience, I know many dancing partners are shy or reluctant to be too close to each other. Don't forget the moves you describe, you did with your loving husband..."
"Jerome, I love dancing. These days I do not have a partner. You are great, and I'd rather do it right with you than try doing it with lesser skilled person."
"Ma'am... Sorry, I meant Jenna, you are the boss, but let's increase the adventurous moves gradually, please."
I put on 3 Tangos, took her in my arms, and we started moving. The twirls went flawlessly. Next, I moved her body out and into my arms. Jenna was doing fine, but her huge rack was in the way, and there was no way my arm or chest could avoid grazing it frequently. She didn't seem to mind, however, my cock decided I was very close to a sexy creature. It began hardening in my pants. These pants were relatively tight and any bulge could be easily noticed. I tried my best to think about my tax bills and dance on cruise control, but to no avail - My prick continued engorging, reaching its maximal length in less than a minute.
