Forbidden Seduction Ch. 01

This is a slowly building story about the seduction of a married woman by her son's best friend. This story will have many more parts and will continue to build.

Warning: There is little sexual activity in the early parts, but much more in the later parts. The focus is on slow seduction.

All sexually active characters are over 18 years old.

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"Oh no James, I was so looking forward to the dance class with you" I hear the voice of Sabrina Miller as my best friend and I open the front door.

"Hey Mom, Dad what's going on?" Asks my best friend Julian as he and I enter the kitchen where his father is sitting at the kitchen table and his mother Sabrina is standing in front of him angry.

"Your father just told me that he can't attend the dance class because he tore himself a tape at work" she says sourly.

"Honey I didn't choose that on purpose. I'm sorry, then we'll do it later this year" says James Miller to his wife.

"It's not that simple, I have now paid for the 6-week course and at the end there is a dance gala that I was looking forward to it. Everything is gone now" she says, sobbing slightly.

"Maybe you can dance with someone else?" Says James desperately.

"And with whom? With our son?" She says sarcastically.

"Ohhh no, you have to look for someone else. But how about you John, you wanted to attend a dance class before?" says Julian in my direction.

Like from a trance I suddenly wake up and look in disbelief in Julian's direction when I hear my name, who smiles at me.

"Um, yes, I really wanted to attend a dance class" I answer briefly, still perplexed.

"Really John? Would you want to attend this dance class with me old women?" She says hopefully and gives me an incredibly sweet smile.

I look into her fawn-brown eyes, which still shine slightly through the tears. In front of me stands the mother of my best friend who asks me if I would like to attend a dance class with her. Unobtrusively I look down at Mrs. Miller, who today wears tight jeans that fit perfectly around her shapely legs and probably form an even plumper butt. The black top that she only wears lies close to her flat stomach and bulges dangerously forwards at the level of her large breasts and forms a deep cleavage. When I look back into her pretty face, which is framed by her long dark brown hair, there is only one decision for me.

"Of course Mrs. Miller, I would be happy to go dancing with you if you really want me to. I'm definitely not a good dancer" I say shyly.

"Oh no problem, John, you still will. And thank you for doing that for me" she says affectionately.

"That is the least after you have fed me here for years" I say with a slight laugh.

"Very well, then we have clarified that, too" says Jörg with relief.

"Have fun with my mother" says Julian, smacking me smugly on the shoulder and turning to leave.

"Tomorrow evening starts the first lesson by the way. John, I'll pick you up at 8 pm" she says when I'm about to join Julian to leave the kitchen.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it" I say truthfully and leave the kitchen with my heart pounding with nervousness.

Now the day has come, it is Friday evening 7:55 p. m. Mrs. Miller will pick me up for our first dance lesson. My heart beats wildly with excitement and tension. I can feel some sweat build up on my palms.

"John now pull yourself together, this is just a dance lesson with your best friend's mother" I warn myself inwardly.

Nevertheless, the nervousness and anticipation predominate. Mrs. Miller has always been very friendly to me over the years and was almost like a second mother to me. When I was around 15 years old, I developed a little crush on the adult beauty that she is, which I still haven't been able to shake off completely. My best friend Julian also knows about the crush I have developed for his mother and always teases me about it, which is why he suggested me for the dance lesson. After we left the kitchen yesterday, he made fun of me for half an hour and then ironically wished me a lot of fun with his mother.

"That idiot" I say softly as I let Julian's words go through my head again.

I walk restlessly up and down the hallway and wait for a sign that Mrs. Miller is there. I look nervously at my watch, she will be there soon at. I take a deep breath and then suddenly I hear a short horn from outside.

"There she is" goes through my head and my heart makes a noticeable leap forward.

"Mum, Dad, I'll be gone, see you later" I call and open the front door.

"Take care honey, see you later " my mother calls from the living room.

With quick steps I cross the driveway until I reach the roadside. Mrs. Miller's silver Audi limousine is already here, I nervously open the passenger door.

"Good evening Mrs. Miller" I say in a friendly manner, whereby when I sit down I perceive a sweet perfume note from Mrs. Miller, which immediately envelops me.

"Hi John, still don't believe you're really doing this for me old lady" she says and glaring at me with her bright eyes.

"Oh Mrs. Miller, you are not old and I really enjoy doing this for you. Then I can finally learn to dance" I say more relaxed.

"Still thanks John, you don't even know how happy you make me. Oh and one more thing, please call me Sabrina, we are now dance partners after all" she says with a laugh.

While she is saying this, I am really looking at her for the first time tonight. Her naturally pretty face is now discreetly made up with a focus on her sparkling eyes, which have been given a wicked touch by the black eyeliner. Her lips, still formed in a laugh, have a hint of red lipstick that accentuates her full, kissable lips. Today she tied her long brown hair in an elegant ponytail. When my gaze falls a little deeper, I see that she is wearing a gray cardigan despite the warm summer night, which denies me the sight of her body below. After my eyes finally fall into the footwell and I see bare, elegant calves, I know that Mrs. Miller has to wear at least a dress or a skirt. At these thoughts I feel a brief burst of excitement go through my groin and my flaccid penis briefly reports its presence. So I quickly take my eyes off her elegant legs and look at Mrs. Miller's Face again, who is still smiling at me lovingly.

"Okay Sabrina, then we are officially dance partners now" I say with a smile and close the passenger door. Then Sabrina Miller, my new dance partner and mother of my best friend, sets her car in motion for our first dance lesson together.

The journey proceeds without any special incidents. After I got over my initial nervousness, Sabrina and I have a casual chat about my future plans. We also make fun of her son Julian when I tell a few anecdotes from school. After about 20 minutes of driving we have reached our destination and Sabrina parks her car on the opposite side of the road. When we get off we are in a remote street, which is bathed in a slightly gloomy light by the setting sun.

"Are we right here?" I ask, a little confused.

"Hmm, I think so.... ahhh yes, look over there" she says hesitantly but then again with full anticipation, pointing to a small shop with a shop window that is a few meters in front of us and in front of which is a sign saying dance course.

Sabrina takes the initiative and struts across the street in her medium-high shoes. Inevitably, my gaze slides to the plump butt, which, due to the tight-fitting dress, swings slightly back and forth.

"Wow what an ass" I think briefly before I shell out and follow Sabrina.

When we now enter the small, dark shop, 5 people are already waiting for us. 2 other dance couples who seem to be between 30 and 40 years old and an older petite woman who I would estimate at her late 50s and who is apparently the trainer.

"Good evening" Sabrina and I say.

"Good evening Mrs. Miller, good evening Mr.?" Says the trainer questioningly.

"Um, I'am Mr. John Schmidt" I say quickly.

"Good evening, Mr. Schmidt, Mrs. Miller, what about your husband?" She asks thoughtfully.

"Unfortunately, he was injured, which is why John had to step in here" Sabrina says defensively.

"Ahh yes okay. Well, sometimes it works better with younger men, because they are still full of passion" she says afterwards, glaring at us meaningfully through her dark eyes.

With this comment I take a quick look at Sabrina, whose cheeks have turned slightly red. The whole thing is a bit uncomfortable for me too, but I try not to let it show. After a few more minutes of acclimatization in which we got to know the other dance student, the older lady takes the lead again.

"Good evening everyone. If you don't know me yet, I'm Charlotte Meyer and i am your dance teacher for the next few weeks. Today we will start with the basics to get used to, namely with leading and holding the dance partner. So guys grab your dance partners and place your right hand just above your lady's waist while your left hand grabs your partner's right. Meanwhile, the woman puts her free hand on the man's right upper arm" she finishes her teaching instruction.

Before it starts, Sabrina takes off her cardigan and now stands in front of me in all her glory. A simple black dress makes my dance partner look stunning. The neckline of the dress forms a nice cleavage where you can guess the perfect big breasts.

"John what is it? Did you see a ghost?" She asks, slightly irritated, and I realize that I must have been staring at her.

"Uhh sorry.... you uh just look very pretty today" I utter stammering and notice how hot I am.

"Oh thank you John, I haven't heard that in a long time" she says gently in a sweet voice.

"So you two lovebirds, what are you waiting for?" We hear Ms. Meyer's stern voice.

Sabrina and I quickly approach each other and try to imitate the basic attitude described above. We are incapable of doing this and it takes a while to sort everything. In the end we stand there rigid, my hand well over Sabrina's hip and myself as far away as possible from my dance partner. Sabrina and I smile at each other with satisfaction.

"Man, boy, grab the woman right, it won't work like this" says Ms. Meyer sternly and pushes me closer to Sabrina so that there is only little space between us and puts my right hand gruffly down so that it is just above the shapely bum of my best friend's mother.

"That's better. Now we can start" she says happily and turns back to the other dancing couples.

Sabrina and I stand close together while I try to keep my hand in his place and not put it on her gorgeous butt. Nervous, excited and also ashamed, I try to avoid Sabrina's gaze.

"Hey John, don't be so nervous, loosen up, it's all good" she says encouragingly and I finally look at her again and see how she smiles at me almost like a mother.

"Okay Sabrina, I'm trying. It's just all so new to me and I don't want to do anything wrong" I say truthfully and let my cramped arms loosen up a little.

"Well, that doesn't look too bad after all. In any normal dance class we would now continue with the dance steps, but here for me it's about the sensuality of dancing and feeling the partner. Therefore, dear men, take your partner and press her to your body" says the trainer Ms. Meyer imperiously.

Sabrina and I look at each other in horror for a moment. I hold Sabrina stiffly as before and don't know what to do.

"I can't do something like that with my best friend's married mother" it goes through my head.

"What about you two here?" asks Ms. Meyer sternly.

"Um... I wasn't aware that there would be so much physicality here and you have to know that John is a friend of my son's" says Sabrina nervously.

"Oh dear, you should have thought about who to bring with you beforehand. So either give yourself a push or you can go. And Mrs. Miller let yourself go, nothing happens that you don't want" says the trainer without admitting any objection.

"Okay... John, would you like to continue?" She asks me and looks at me with mixed feelings on her face.

"Uh yes" I say briefly and notice how even more heat rises in my head.

"Very good then you could start too. And you have to know a young man like him couldn't say no to such a stunning woman like you" says the trainer tellingly, smiling mischievously and I see how my dance partner got red in her face by this words.

"So, Mr. Schmidt, now pull your partner close and put your hand her bottom" she says in a commanding tone.

Seeking for help, I look at Sabrina and see her very red cheeks. Then she just nods and gives me the quiet okay. So I put my hand shakily on her very firm butt, which I can only feel under my hand covered by the thin dress. Then I gently pull Sabrina close to me so that our bodies are huddled together. My already semi-rigid penis is now unhappily pressed together against Sabrina's flat stomach and becomes stiffer while I get even hotter every second. I can now also feel Sabrina's large breasts pressing tightly against my chest. My face now very close to the face of Sabrina, I look at her apologetically, she smiles at me encouragingly and I can see an unknown twinkle in her eyes for the breath of a second.

"That's good John, it's just a dance lesson" she says quietly to me in a calming voice, but apparently also to herself.

"Now that everyone is in the starting position, I turn on the music a little, just move naturally with your partner to the gentle rhythm of the music and feel every inch of your loved one" says Ms. Meyer and goes to the music system.

"Take it easy, John" I say to myself, trying to forget that I'm holding my best friend's mother in my arms right now.

"Let's get ready" Ms. Meyer calls out loudly and starts the music system. Exotic melodies immediately sound and we begin to gently circle our hips.

Seeking help, I look into Sabrina's reddened face, who smiles encouragingly at me. We move very gently to the sound of the music, without rubbing too hard against each other. My hand lies stiffly on Sabrina's firm bottom, just careful not to make a wrong movement.

"So what about you two here, come on, my dear sir, touch your dance partner properly" says Ms. Meyer harshly.

"But..." I start to speak but am interrupted by Sabrina's lovely voice.

"All right, John, the first lesson will soon be over... let yourself go with the flow" says Sabrina in a friendly manner and looks at me lovingly through her brown eyes.

I try to overcome my shyness and now press my hips a little tighter against Sabrina while we both still move our hips rhythmically to the music. Due to the greater friction, I inevitably notice how my penis is getting stiffer and must now be clearly noticeable on Sabrina's stomach. Ashamed but excited, I now gently stroke my hand over Sabrina's firm buttocks, looking at her questioningly. She winks at me almost imperceptibly and I continue my gentle pats on her bottom.

"Wow, she allows me to touch her" I am perplexed through my thoughts while I enjoy the feeling of her perfect ass in my hand.

So we give ourselves several minutes to the rhythmic music and tender touches. Until suddenly Ms. Meyer turns off the music and we wake up from our dream-like state.

"So my dear ones, that's it for today. In a few days it will continue, calmly practice something with your partner at home to get a feel for each other's body. Snuggle up to each other and feel every inch. We continue with a lot of passion" says Ms. Meyer to the group and ends the dance lesson.

Slightly ashamed, I look to the ground when I feel my still stiff cock pressing against my pants. Sabrina swings over her cardigan in silence and we are just about to leave the training room when Ms. Meyer stops us for a moment.

"So you two should urgently train a bit at home so that you are not so cautious next time. Just let yourself go a little, dancing is passion and love and you have to be able to feel and see that" she says urgently to us.

"Okay Ms. Meyer, we will practice that again in a quiet hour. See you next week" says Sabrina, surprising me very much.

"See you next week" I say curtly and follow Sabrina in the back, whereby I can not help but look at her perfect bottom, which moves with the rhythm of her steps.

Without saying a word we cross the street to get to Sabrina's car. Once there, we get in the car and Sabrina starts the engine, the sound of music from the radio covers the silence and we slowly drive off.

"Damn what did I do, she doesn't even talk to me anymore.... what if I overdid it, what if she's angry.... what if she tells her family what happened today" thoughts after thoughts go through my head in panic. The whole time I look forward to the dark street with concentration.

The ride slowly goes by as we drive through the city at night. Every now and then I force myself to look briefly at my driver, who, however, is highly concentrated and looking at the road with a firm expression. After another 10 minutes of the silent journey, we reach my parents' house and Sabrina stops the car.

"Good night and thanks for the trip" I say briefly without looking at Sabrina and just want to open the door to leave.

"Wait a moment, John" she says in a low voice and I let go of the door and look into her fawn eyes, which look at me apologetically.

"Sorry that I didn't say anything the whole trip, you must have probably asked yourself if I'm mad at you. So that you are reassured, I'm not mad at you, I just had to process the whole dance hour briefly, because everything was a little different than expected. I can also completely understand if you don't want to go any further, especially not with an older woman like me" she says and looks at me questioningly with her warm eyes.

"Um Sabrina, I'm sorry, I didn't want you to think bad of me. And I would like to continue the dance class with you, but only if it is okay with you, since we already have pretty close physical contact and you are finally married" I say and notice my pounding heart.

"Oh John don't worry about that, it's not as if we were going to bed together. So don't panic, we're just enjoying each other's touch a little and it will definitely help you for your Prom" she says, smiling again.

"You're right, maybe I'll find such a pretty dance partner like you" I say effusively.

"Oh John you are cute, thank you. This is how you will find a Girlfriend very quickly, you charmer. Do we want to practice again on this friday for the next lesson?" She asks lovingly.

"Sure, Sabrina" I tell her.

"Great, then I wish you a good night and see you Friday" she says, beaming with joy, and presses me a short kiss on my cheek, which immediately causes a strong heat in me.

"Good night to you, too, and see you Friday" I say and smile at her briefly before I open the passenger door and leave the car with a strange feeling of joy and overcome the last few meters towards the house with a sweeping step.

The next few days went by without any major problems for me. Again and again I have to think back to this dance lesson and the touch I experienced. I couldn't tell my parents or Julian anything about the exact process, because they wouldn't have believed me anyway. But the scenes keep going through my head and my penis has hardened again and again at these thoughts and has demanded attention. The seemingly endless days are over at some point, which I live through as if from a veil and it is finally Friday evening, time for the individual lesson with Sabrina. Punctually at 8 p. m. I stand in front of her door and ring the bell with a shaky hand. A few moments later I hear footsteps and the door opens. In front of me is the extremely attractive mother of my best friend. Today she wears a stylish, tight shirt, which can hardly tame her lush breasts and forms a pretty cleavage. Her long, elegant legs are covered in tight-fitting yoga pants, while her feet are in medium-high heels.

"Good evening John, come in" she says and smiles sweetly at me while she brushes a strand of her long dark hair from her pretty face.

"Hi Sabrina" I say in a slightly shaky voice and look into the lovely face of my dance partner, whom I then follow without another word and inevitably have to look at her plump bottom, which is perfectly visible through her tight yoga pants.

"Is she not wearing any underwear?" I ask myself for a moment as I fixate my gaze on the perfect round butt that she gently move back and forth.

"Would you like a drink?" She suddenly says when we reach the living room and turns to me. Embarrassed, I quickly turn my gaze back to her face and notice how I blush.

"Uh, yes" I say curtly.

"Wine?" She asks.

"Yes, please" I say.

After a minute that feels like an eternity, Sabrina comes back with two glasses of red wine and hands me one. Then we toast and I take a big sip with which I empty almost the whole glass to wash down my nervousness.

"So John, are you ready for our private lesson?" Sabrina asks in a soft voice and gives me an encouraging smile.

"I think so" I say still nervously.

"Then let's start, I'll turn on the music for a moment and then we can practice a little" she says and walks over to the large music system and then lets out exotic music similar to Ms. Meyer in her dance lesson.

"Let's go" says Sabrina and stands in front of me, waiting.

I grab Sabrina with shaky hands. I put one hand just over her firm bottom and with the other I grab her left hand. Stiff as a stick and with a little too much distance we are now standing there and rocking shallow to the music.

"Easy John, think about what Ms. Meyer said. I'm not biting, so relax. Put your hand a little lower and come a little closer" says Sabrina affectionately.

As requested, I slide my hand a little deeper until it has reached her perfect bottom. Then I move a little closer to Sabrina so that we look directly into each other's eyes and almost press our bellies together. I can already feel her big breasts as they gently press against my chest.

"Like this?" I ask briefly.

Sabrina breathes "Yes, exactly like that" and seems to enjoy the physical closeness.

We keep this close physical contact for a while while we move to the beat of the exotic melodies. It feels like a dream and my movements are getting smoother by the minute. Smiling, Sabrina and I look at each other while we move a little closer together and now press our bodies exactly against each other. I can now clearly feel her massive breasts on my chest and my slowly hardening cock presses against her flat stomach. Fueled by the mood, I let my hand slide a little deeper over her firm butt and caress it so gently. I hear a gentle moan of satisfaction from Sabrina while she is still smiling lovingly at me. This feeling of dreamlike closeness makes us float and smile happily. I look into this pretty face of my best friend's mother, who looks at me with so much love through her brown eyes and without noticing it, our faces have come closer together in the last few seconds so that her full lips are only centimeters from mine away.

"Can this really happen here?" I ask myself when there is just one breath left before our mouths meet for a passionate kiss.

For a split second, Sabrina's full, soft lips touch mine. But this tender and sensual touch is enough to get us both out of our dream-like state. My best friend's mother looks at me, horrified and ashamed, with her eyes wide open. I also notice how shame is written on my face and I instantly turn red. As if I had burned myself, I let go of the busty beauty in front of me and take a step away from her. Still speechless, we both look at each other in shame.

"Mmm, I'm sorry, I didn't want that" I break the silence first and notice how tears of shame well up my eyes.

"What does she think of me now, she will hate me?" I panicked when I look at the still speechless woman in front of me.

"John, I... mhm, I'm sorry... I don't know what just happened" Sabrina says with a shaky voice and looks at me confused, while we are still about 2 meters apart.

"I don't know either, that suddenly came out of the situation. I have never felt as close to a woman as I did to you. The proximity to your body has me so... confused and then suddenly there were your lips and mine so close and then and then..." I babble out quickly before she can interrupt me somehow, but until then my last Sentence literally dies and I look at her anxiously.

"Thank you John for being so honest. I suddenly felt so close to you too and especially I am not allowed to do that, you are still a teenager but I am an adult married woman... I have no idea what came over me... I think we better stop for today before we do something stupid" says Sabrina in a soft voice and glares at me lovingly through her warm brown eyes.

I notice how my heart is still jumping up and down quickly in my chest and I still feel a feeling of deep affection for this incredibly beautiful woman in front of me.

"Yes, I think it's best if I go now" I say briefly in an expressionless voice and turn my gaze from Sabrina and just want to leave the living room in silence when I feel a hand on my shoulder. When I turn to Sabrina and look deep into her dark eyes, I see her mouth forming an encouraging smile.

"Hey John, if you think I'm angry with you then please don't worry. Nothing happened, so no reason to be so depressed. If it calms you down, it was nice for me to notice that a young man like you still finds an old woman like me attractive" she says in a soft voice and I see her cheeks getting a little redder at her last words.

"You are not old, you are a beautiful woman" I suddenly just say out loud and I feel a strong heat rising inside me again. For a moment Sabrina looks at me strangely but then suddenly she wraps her arms around me and presses me tightly to her breathtaking body, and I immediately feel her large breasts on my chest.

"Thank you John, you are cute" she says lovingly, while she still hugs me tightly and now I have my arms around her body too. After a while of the close embrace in which we have not exchanged a word, we end the embrace and look intensely into each other's eyes for a moment.

"Would you continue dancing with me?" Sabrina asks suddenly and interrupts the crackling atmosphere between us.

"Yes, if you want to continue?" I say shyly.

"Sure. So the day after tomorrow is the second official lesson, is it okay?" She asks for confirmation and smiles happily at me.

"Yes, gladly, again at 8:00 pm?" I ask back and now have to smile again when I see the happy woman in front of me.

"Yes, I'll pick you up again" she says.

When that is resolved, there is still a strange tension between us and Sabrina accompanies me the few meters to the front door.

"Until then, bye Sabrina" I say gently and look one last time at the mother of my best friend, who looked at my crotch for a brief moment but quickly focused her gaze on my face again.

"Until the next dance lesson, I'm looking forward to it" she whispers happily to me, while a light red caresses her cheeks again.

I turn away from Sabrina and hear how she gently slams the door behind me. As I stand in the cool evening air, I pause for a moment and let my own gaze wander down. When my eyes reached the level of my penis, I see a clearly visible bulge forming there. The whole time I was so excited that I didn't even notice that my cock was stiff.

"Damn it" I say desperately to myself when I have to think for a moment of Sabrina's gaze on the middle of my body and immediately want to sink into the ground in shame.

The next day goes by in a flash while I keep thinking back to the upcoming dance lesson and the past private dance lesson. The evening before the next lesson, I have to think intensively about our intimate touches and the Short Touch of our Lips from the day before. With butterflies in my stomach and my heart pounding hard, I am ashamed to notice how my penis slowly hardens. I quickly try to concentrate my thoughts on other things and then sink into a dreamless sleep. The day before my next adventure with the mother of my best friend goes by faster than I thought and suddenly it is already shortly before 8 p. m. and I wait with a pounding heart in front of the front door and nervously look at the slowly setting sun lighted street. When it is 8 p. m., an elegant Audi limousine rolls in front of the driveway of our house and with brisk steps I go to Sabrina's car. With trembling hands I open the door and see how my dance partner is already smiling happily at me. I take a quick look into Sabrina's beautifully made-up face, with the eyeliner accentuating her dark eyes even better. Only the sight of her face sends a brief shiver of excitement through my body.

"Good evening Sabrina" I say with a friendly smile and take a seat.

"Hi John" she says affectionately, still looking at me with joy. After I buckle up, she sets the car in motion and we slowly drive through the darkening streets.

"And John, how are you?" Says Sabrina and breaks the silence after a short drive.

"I am fine and you?" I say curtly, my heart still pounding.

"I'm fine too, I'm already looking forward to the second lesson. I was worried that you wouldn't come after what happened the one evening" she says in a weaker voice and gives me a short, worried look before she looks back at the street with concentration.

"I'm also happy to dance with you, Sabrina... and um, it didn't really happen anything" I say with a slight stutter.

"Ahh John, I'm glad that you still want to dance with me old woman. As I said, I was worried that this strange situation might have frightened you that evening" she says with a still slightly concerned voice.

"Sabrina you are not old, I think you are really very pretty... and I really like to continue dancing with you" I say softly and notice how suddenly I feel very warm. I briefly look at Sabrina, who is still focused on the street, but I see her mouth forming a happy smile.

"Thanks John, you are really cute. I'm also looking forward to our second official dance lesson. Let's see what Ms. Meyer expects from us today" she says with a laugh, relieving the crackling mood in the car. For the next few minutes we laugh and talk about Ms. Meyer and her harsh manner until we finally reach our destination and Sabrina parks her car. After we both got out and I walk after Sabrina, it only occurs to me that she has opted for a short, tight-fitting black dress that fits tightly to her shapely buttocks. Her long, brown, elegant legs seem to be completely free and are stuck in quite high black high heels, which make her swinging hips look even more seductive. Immediately I notice how my penis hardens slightly at this sight and I am glad when we finally reach the dance school and I can free my gaze from the temptation in front of me. Sabrina looks at me with a happy smile when I have reached her and she opens the door for me.

"So let's go" she says softly and we step into the brightly lit hall.

Nervously, I enter the dance school with Sabrina. The two other couples from the last time and our teacher Ms. Meyer are already in the large, brightly lit room, and she looks at us as soon as she hears us enter.

"Good evening" Sabrina says in her soft voice and then takes off her thin jacket, which has previously hidden the sight of her provocative upper body. When she turns slightly to me to hang up her jacket, I can now look exactly into the deep cleavage that forms her tight black dress tonight and that perfectly accentuates her large, round breasts. Again I feel a slight twitch in my penis and I quickly avert my gaze from her seductive breasts.

"Good evening you two, I wasn't sure whether you would come back again" says Ms. Meyer, amused, while the older woman, today dressed in a black dress, comes up to us and looks at us dangerously through her glasses.

"Good evening" I now quickly say to the group so as not to be impolite and notice my own nervousness when our teacher is right in front of us.

"Why shouldn't we come back?" Asks Sabrina, a little confused, addressed to Ms. Meyer, who seems to be watching me the whole time.

"Last time you both had a bit of a problem getting really close and I wasn't sure if you were ready to take the next step" says Ms. Meyer. When I look at her now, she quickly averts her gaze to look at my dance partner.

"We are ready... we have also practiced" says Sabrina proudly, while I quickly turn my gaze away from the two of them and absentmindedly look at the light floor. Because with these words I notice how inevitably the thoughts of our exercise come into my head and I get red in the face and my best piece seems to remember the evening the best.

"Yes? Then show me what you've practiced" says Ms. Meyer curiously and I look nervously into Ms. Meyer's face again, who glares at me with a smug smile and a knowing look. To be caught out of panic quickly, I turn my gaze to Sabrina, who smiles at me encouragingly and looks at me warmly through her fawn eyes.

"Come on, John, let's show Ms. Meyer what we can" says Sabrina, motivated, and holds out her hand to me. I take her hand, shakily, while I can literally feel the looks of the other two dance couples and the look of Ms. Meyer on me.

"Then let's do one more repetition for all of us and I'll turn on some music" Ms. Meyer takes the floor again and goes to her music system accordingly. Meanwhile, I put my hand on Sabrina's hip, but this time so deep that I nearly touch her round buttocks, then Sabrina, still smiling friendly, puts her free hand on my shoulder and moves a step closer to me, so that I now I can feel her large breasts on my upper body. A shiver of excitement goes through my body as I feel this dream woman very close to me.

"Take it easy, John, let's do it like we did during our private training" Sabrina says gently, while I look at her nervously. But when my gaze finds hers, I feel an unknown warmth in me and suddenly my insecurity has disappeared and I'm looking forward to our first dance together this evening.

Ms. Meyer's voice says "Let's go" and a fraction of a second later the first song can be heard through the loudspeakers.

The music sounds and our bodies start moving as if by themselves. My gaze is still on Sabrina's pretty face, who looks at me intensely through her warm brown eyes. Her body is very close to mine, while I feel her big breasts gently pressing against my chest while we gently move to the rhythm of the music. Due to the movement and the intimate connection, my hand unintentionally slides a little deeper and remains on her plump bottom, which I can feel through the soft fabric of the dress. Shocked at myself, I widen my eyes a little and pay attention to Sabrina's reaction, who is still smiling at me, while a soft red caresses her cheeks. The dance continues and I feel like I'm trapped in a dream world while Sabrina and I gently rub our bodies together. My gaze is trapped in hers and I can't process how close I feel to this woman.

"This sensual woman, wow... why haven't I done that before?... because... because... damn it because she is the mother of your best friend" it goes through my head and I am slowly becoming aware again with whom I am dancing here, from which woman I am now even more concise with the breasts push against my chest and which bum I'm touching with my hand.

"John, are you all right?" Sabrina breathes gently at me when she notices that something is wrong with me after I look past her into the room, while she gently strokes my shoulder with her hand. My absent gaze quickly finds hers again with her brown eyes, as she looks at me almost like a mother.

"Every.... everything is alright" I say in a shaky voice after I am occupied with many different, indefinable feelings.

"Soooo and stop" suddenly the loud voice of Ms. Meyer sounds and the music stops playing. Sabrina and I stand still, but still in our narrow basic position, while we separate our eyes from each other and look a little confused into the room and see how Ms. Meyer comes towards us with a satisfied smile.

"Wow, very good, it works. Mr. Schmidt that's how I want to see you, show the woman that you want to feel her body on you. This crackling atmosphere is exactly what we want to achieve here, keep it up" she says, praising me and patting me on the shoulder.

"Mrs. Miller, you surprise me, would not have thought that you have such a side in you. I think this intimacy is great, that's what we need here" says Ms. Meyer to my dance partner, who I then look at and see her face getting a little redder. In doing so, I realize that I am still holding her firm buttocks in my hand and that our bodies are still pressed tightly together. I quickly release my grip on Sabrina and take a step back. Sabrina looks at me in amazement, who now also seems to have realized that we have stood together so closely all along. When I look at Ms. Meyer, I see her lips forming a satisfied smile and then turning away from us.

"Thank you, we'll do our best" Sabrina says matted to Ms. Meyer, who is already standing with her back to us.

"Now that we have repeated that once, the next discipline is coming. Dear gentlemen, please go very close behind your dance partner and then put your hands on the ladies sides" says Ms. Meyer again with her teacher tone.

"What?" I think in amazement and look at Sabrina who looks at me questioningly for a moment while we just stand there inactive.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go Mr. Schmidt, let's get behind Mrs. Miller... and think about it... very clooooose" says Ms. Meyer. With a deep breath I look at Sabrina, who gives me an encouraging smile and nods her head slightly to indicate that it is okay.

Nervously, I step behind my best friend's mother, who previously smiled encouragingly at me. I look uncertainly at the backside of Sabrina, where my gaze immediately lands on her plump, perfect bottom, which fills her tight dress perfectly. I pause for a moment and swallow briefly, only to then take my eyes off Sabrina's backside. With shaky hands I put this on her hips and gently step behind her, still towering over Sabrina despite her high heels. I carefully step closer to her, careful not to touch her bottom. So I stand behind her uncertainly and look at Ms. Meyer, who looks at us dangerously through her glasses.

"Mr. Schmidt, are you finished?" Asks Ms. Meyer aggressively.

"Uhh yes" I say briefly and still look at Ms. Meyer, who has now started moving and then steps behind me. Just her presence in my back sends a shiver down my spine.

"Mr. Schmidt, there is still too much distance, how do you want to feel your dance partner?" She asks in a stern voice.

"But Ms. Meyer..." I start shyly and wanted to make it clear to her that I can't press my pelvis to the bum of my best friend's mother. But before I could finish I feel a firm pressure from behind pushing my pelvis forward and immediately I feel Sabrina's full buttocks pressing against my wrapped penis, which immediately hardens.

"Sorry Sabrina" I say quietly and want to break away from her again when I hear Ms. Meyer's strict tone.

"That's exactly how you should stay Mr. Schmidt, that's how it has to be. Mrs. Miller doesn't mind if you treat her like a woman. Or do you have something against this Mrs. Miller?" Asks our dance teacher sternly.

"No, everything is fine. John you can stay like that" Sabrina says with a calm voice without me being able to see her face and so I stay close to Sabrina behind her, where I can now feel her full buttocks on my increasingly harder cock.

"Damn what should I do, soon she will feel my erect penis" it goes through my head desperately and I notice how I am getting warmer and warmer.

"Very well my friends, then we can start with the music right away", says Ms. Meyer addressed to both of us, then finally turning away from us and then moving back into the room towards the music system.

"Now move naturally to the exotic rhythms and let your cymbals vibrate. But always stay very close to your partner, feel the female body against you, surrender to the situation" she says with a happy smile to everyone and a few seconds later the music sounds.

I pause for a moment as the Latin American sounds ring out in the hall. After a few seconds, while we are just standing there, I suddenly notice how Sabrina begins to circle her hips slightly and repeatedly press her full buttocks into my semi-rigid penis.

"Come on John move with me" I hear Sabrina's soft voice, which encourages me to move with her. So I start circling my pelvis with her, additionally letting my trembling hands slide gently up and down the female hips of my dance partner. Through these rhythmic movements, in which we hardly move from the spot, I feel more and more clearly also through my doing, how my now completely stiff penis is pressed into the full, plump buttocks of Sabrina. As I become aware of this, I notice how a mix of shame and excitement makes me hotter, while we move gently to the melodies like a single organism.

"So dear gentlemen, now let your hands inquire about the woman's body, feel your dance Partner" calls the voice of Ms. Meyer, who then dims the light a little so that the hall is only weakly illuminated. I nervously let my hands slide forward from Sabrina's hips so that they come to rest on her flat stomach. For a moment I feel how Sabrina flinches slightly at my first touch and pauses for a split second. But when I start to rub my hands gently back and forth, Sabrina's body relaxes again and moves again in harmony with my movements and the music. For a while I stroke the soft fabric of the dress under which the flat stomach of my dance partner is guaranteed. Again and again, encouraged by the heated situation, my hands slide upwards and gently touch the lower part of her large round breasts.

"Mhhhm" I hear the gentle moan of Sabrina from time to time when she feels my gentle, braver movements and repeatedly presses her round bottom firmly against my steel-hard penis. Enjoyable and excited, I continue without daring to take the next step and finally let my hands slide over Sabrina's phenomenal breasts. The minutes pass like in a trance in which we both seem to be trapped.

"Dear gentlemen, feel your women now", the voice of Ms. Meyer can be heard from far away and suddenly, as if from nowhere, I feel the warm, delicate hands of Sabrina, which take my hands and gently pull them up until they are unmistakably on the big breasts from my best friend's mother. I woke up perplexed from my trance when I rested my hands on two breasts for the first time in my life. With wide eyes I look at Sabrina's neck, who makes no move to turn to me or to change or say anything about my touch. Excited to the maximum, I let my curious hands slide gently over the large, perfect curves, while I can feel the contours of her bra through the thin black fabric and after a while, more and more concise two points about the middle of her chest, which formally become seem to be harder through the fabric.

"Fuck these are her nipples" it goes through my head after a while when I feel these bumps in my palms. Then I let my palms pass more and more clearly over her nipples excitedly.

"Mhhhm" I hear more and more gentle noises from Sabrina as she feels my touch on her nipple. Stunned and aroused, I start to push my excessively excited penis against her full buttocks when she conspicuously moves it back to me again. This little stimulation continues to excite me and I can feel my underpants getting wetter and wetter.

"Damn where is this going to end" I think desperately, while I enjoy this intimate union completely. And then all of a sudden I notice how it has become very quiet and the music has stopped playing. Perplexed, I pause and let my hands lie firmly on Sabrina's big breasts while we just stand there.

"Wow, what do we have here, I think things are progressing slowly" says Ms. Meyer, who comes up to us with a confident smile. I can literally feel the looks of the other two dance couples who are directed at me and Sabrina. Only now do I realize that I am still holding Sabrina's breasts in my hands. Quickly, as if I had touched a hot stove, I let my hands slide down and at the same time take a step back and thus loosen my aching penis from Sabrina's gorgeous butt.

"Very good, so we can work together. Mr. Schmidt, that's exactly what I want to see from you" says Ms. Meyer appreciatively and then turns her back on us again.

"So that's it for today, dear ones, in a few days it will continue. Have a nice evening everyone and keep practicing at home" she adds to all of us and ends her dance lesson.

Then we all say "Bye Ms. Meyer" like in a choir.

Still excited but also shocked about the events of this dance lesson, I look at Sabrina, who has finally turned to me. Slightly ashamed, I look at her face, where I clearly notice her red cheeks. Sabrina looks at me with sparkling eyes without saying a word and walks past me with three big steps to grab her thin jacket. When she turns back to me while putting on her jacket, her face is level with my right ear.

"Thank you John for the nice evening, I hope we can practice a little more in the next private lesson" she whispers softly into my ear. When I heard her words, I felt my penis explode for a brief moment. With wide eyes I look at Sabrina, who is about to leave the hall with her high heels clicking.

"Another private lesson, oh damn" it goes through my head with a mix of shame and endless excitement, as I now leave the dance hall with a fixed gaze on Sabrina's swinging bum and a few seconds later the cool evening air surrounds me.

After we have reached the car, we drive off without saying another word. I look dreamily outside while dimly lit houses gradually move past me. The experience of this dance lesson still runs through my head, the closeness to Sabrina, the touch and her exciting curves. I can still feel the slowly decreasing stiffness of my penis.

"Hey John, how about the next dance lesson on Friday? But only if you have the time and inclination" I hear the quiet voice of Sabrina, which brings me out of my dreaming back into reality.

"That fits" I say happily and turn my gaze to the pretty woman next to me, who is concentrating on the street. Involuntarily I notice how my heart beats a little faster again than I enjoy the sight in front of me.

"Great" says Sabrina happily and glares at me for a very short moment with her beautiful eyes.

A few minutes later we reach my parents' house and I want to say goodbye to Sabrina. But before I can get out of the car and say anything, she suddenly leans over to me and presses her soft, full lips to my cheek. Immediately I notice how warm I am and how my penis stiffens when I feel this tender touch.

"Thank you for the nice evening" she breathes towards me after she breaks away from me and smiles lovingly at me.

"Gladly, I had a lot of fun, too" I say truthfully and return the smile while we keep eye contact for a moment.

"Then see you Friday and have a nice evening" I say hectically after I nervously break away from her penetrating gaze.

"See you Friday" she says gently in a dreamy voice before I slam the car door behind me.

"Friday" it goes through my head again and again with a mix of anticipation and fear as I walk towards the house with my heart pounding.

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One day later

The school day went by in a flash and again and again I had to think about the things I experienced last night. This dance lesson with Sabrina was special, especially the closeness I had to this phenomenal woman. Her fragrant silky hair, which I felt on my cheek, her big plump butt that pressed so conspicuously against my erect penis and the big breathtaking breasts that I felt on my body for an unforgettable moment. In my mind's eye I see this woman again, who forbiddenly excites me because she is still the married mother of my best friend.

"Hey, watch out" I hear an angry male voice and I get out of my daydream and take a quick step to the right. A cyclist rushes by next to me who makes a disparaging gesture in my direction because I apparently unconsciously walked along the bike path.

Again at myself I look around while a light breeze caresses my face and I enjoy the warm rays of the sun on my skin. As I let my gaze wander along the wide path I see on the right side the beginning of the small city center where I want to go to meet my best friend. With a quick step and now completely with myself, I entered the picturesque city center of my hometown a few minutes later, where there is a lot going on due to the beautiful weather. Now with slower steps I stroll over the cobblestones of the busy shopping street. When I reach my destination, a chic, typically Italian ice cream parlor where there is already a large crowd, I briefly look at my watch.

"It wasn't until half past two" it goes through my head when I take my eyes off my black watch.

"What am I going to do for half an hour now?" I ask myself quietly and turn away from the ice cream parlor. Lost in thought I go a few steps further and my eyes fall on a small clothes shop, which is right on the corner of a side street. I pause and dreamily look at the many summer clothes that are lonely outside the shop.

"I'll take another look around outside" I suddenly hear a sweet, familiar voice. When I take my eyes off a cleverly cut yellow dress and look in the direction of the voice that seems familiar to me, I see a brown-haired woman standing with her back to me from afar. Immediately my gaze falls on her bottom, which is perfectly accentuated by a medium-length, tight-fitting skirt. My curious gaze then slides a little deeper over the slim, long, even legs that are tucked into medium-high sandals. Fascinated and unconsciously excited, I look at the attractive woman for what felt like a few minutes before she suddenly turns to the side as she starts to push clothes back and forth on the clothes rail.

"Sabrina" it goes through my head immediately when I see the mother of my best friend. As if by myself I set myself in motion until I am only a few meters away from her.

"What am I doing here?" Suddenly it run excitedly through my head and I almost want to turn away from her again when she turns her head in my direction and I look into her gentle, loving eyes.

"Hi Sabrina" I say quickly before she can say anything and force myself to smile nervously.

"Hi John" she says, a little surprised, but with a lovely smile.

"Oh how nice, is that your young boyfriend you were talking about?" I hear a lively voice and in amazement I turn to a blonde woman, who I estimate in her mid-40s, who comes up to us with a smug smile.