Harry's First Cha-Cha-Cha - Sex Stories

Harry's First Cha-Cha-Cha

... of her size – which Harry loved – she would not consider learning to dance. Now, he was free to go and pursue his dream.

He was nervous when he turned up at the dance studio. Miroslava was Russian, forty-two, and Harry thought she was a little scary. He also felt that she was very beautiful.

Miroslava was both blunt and sensitive, a strange combination.

“So, why you broken?” she asked.

Harry broke down and told Miroslava all that had happened to him. He was mortified at crying in front of this woman, but he did enjoy the comfort of his head on her bosom as she comforted him.

“So,” she said, “You have passion, you feel deeply, now we dance.”

Harry soon forgot all his troubles as he concentrated on learning these first steps; Miroslava was impressed by his natural aptitude and talent.

“You should have come to see Miroslava before; you would be champion by now,”

Harry was sure that she probably said that to everyone. He enjoyed his lesson but was mortified when, towards the end, their close proximity caused him to get an erection. It was pronounced in his jogging bottoms, and with mirrors all around her studio, it was impossible to hide it.

Miroslava smiled at his embarrassment.

“No need to be shy. Good dancer with big cock, who likes the girls. You will go far.”

With that, she grasped Harry and squeezed him. Harry thought that he was going to cum in his pants then and there. Miroslava carried on until she stood very close to him and slipped ...

... her graceful hands into his joggers, feeling the warmth of his thick cock.

“You are big boy. Shame I’m so old. You need young girl. Perhaps you could practice with older lady until we find you a new partner. Yes?”

“Practice d-d-d-dancing?” stammered Harry.

“Practice everything if you want?”

“Yes, please, I do want,” nodded Harry vigorously.

“Good, you come back tomorrow for my last lesson of the day, then we'll go to the flat upstairs. Bring condoms.”

Harry barely slept that night as he tossed and turned. Well, mostly tossed at the thought of his lessons with Miroslava.

Will noticed that Harry was feeling more chirpy as he went to university.

“The magic of dance,” mused Will.

That night, Harry had made a special effort to look and smell his best for Miroslava. He had used the special cologne that he had received for his birthday and had done some manscaping. He had never shaved his balls before but just neatened up his pubes. He was aware that he had a boyish face; he needed Miroslava to see that he was a real man where it counted.

Miroslava had spent the day in anticipation of Harry's arrival. She was excited to find a young male dancer who showed so much promise; she was also excited whenever she thought of his hard young cock. Miroslava had always enjoyed cock. English women could be so stuffy about such things. They screwed their faces up and pretended to be embarrassed about such things; they paid money to watch strippers at hen nights. ...