It always pays to have manners in a porn theater. Always. Be polite. Make eye contact. Use your words. Smile. Trust me, women will notice and it will set you out from the rest of the crowd. Last night my manners, and my ignorance, helped me hit the jackpot in a new location.
Tokyo Valentino in Atlanta is hardly a porn theater, but I was curious about what I had heard and since the Buford Twin has closed, I needed a way to pass a night in the ATL, so I decided to check it out. The building has been recently remodeled. It is nicely done; upscale with a massive retail area that is clearly designed to attract couples. I knew I was heading into a large building, but after wandering through four separate retail areas, I was no closer to finding the adult play area than I was when I walked in.
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"Pardon me," I said. "I guess all this stuff has me a little distracted, and a little lost." They chuckled their agreement and we continued on our separate ways. That was it. No extended conversation. No attempt to get to know them. Just simple courtesy. Manners.
As for the ignorance, I finally wandered over to the fairly busy counter and asked the guy about the area I was looking for. He told me that I actually had to walk back outside, go down the stairs and enter the building through another door. It's marked "video booths" off the back parking lot. I thanked him, turned around, and saw the couple again, standing just a few feet behind me. I nodded toward them, in some unspoken greeting/goodbye, and stepped out into the warm Georgia heat, making my way down the stairs.
If the retail area at Tokyo Valentino is big, as I said, then the "play area" is enormous, comprised of 3 separate floors. After paying $20 to get in, I found myself in a maze of gloryhole booths. Not all of the booths have holes. Most have vertical "slots" to easily accommodate those of varying heights. There is also a large dark room on the first level. I peered in to see an array of seats and benches, though it was really hard to see much.
The second floor has another dark area, a dance floor - complete with disco ball - and an interesting little maze of semi hidden seats for those that want some privacy and exposure at the same time. The third floor actually has a "clothing optional" sign posted as you top the stairs. Here you will find a large locker room and shower, private rooms, a BDSM room, and the largest room in the building, which is outfitted with high-backed benches placed in such a way that they resemble large booths in restaurants, minus the tables. Seats, padded platforms and bondage devices are scattered throughout the facility. Some are in dark corners, others are far more open.
Not seeing anything that caught my attention during my tour, I was making my way back down the stairs to the first level when I saw the couple again. They were milling around the gloryhole area. They actually smiled when they saw me. Always a good sign. I approached them reasonably directly, but was ready to step aside if their body language indicated that I should.
Knowing that he liked to watch, I began to touch her as we talked, rubbing her ass, feeling her step closer to me. She wore no panties under her dress. Her ass cheeks were firm, yet round. We made our way around the building. This time, we walked through the dark room. I led, holding her closely as he followed. I'm not sure that he could see me reaching to feel her tits, or her squeezing my cock through my pants as we walked, but her giggle probably gave us away.
Eventually, we wound up on the third level. In the room with all the benches. I led her to a section in the back of the room, where we took our seats in the corner, with our backs toward the entry area. He sat on the bench opposite us, several feet away. She surprised me by kissing me and within seconds we were making out like teenagers. She surprised me again when she stopped me from reaching under the fabric of her halter top, preferring to place my hand on top of the cloth, letting me squeeze her tits that way. I got it. We were going to tease him, taking our time.
We teased him, and several others for the next 15 minutes or so. Just kissing, caressing and generally heating each other up. This was not typical porn theater sex. It was far more gentle and slower paced. I liked it, and she did too. I could feel her body responding, her breath deepening. Onlookers from every angle murmured their approval, telling her how good she looked and how much they would enjoy joining us.
I thought that perhaps the crowd was too big, or too close when she suddenly stopped and said that she wanted to walk. This time she led me by the hand as she wandered, nearly aimlessly through the building. For a time we wound up down in the dark room on the first floor. While we were there she fished my cock out of my pants and stroked it. Allowing me to work my hand under her top and release one of tits. I sucked it as she continued her rhythm on my cock. She stroked someone else in the darkness too. I assumed it as her husband, but as I drew my head away from her chest I saw that it was not. It was long and black.
This game continued for the next half hour or so. Drifting from room to room, area to area, always stopping somewhere open enough that hubby could see. In each place she got a bit more daring, actually sucking my cock in the landing area of a stairway where a large padded bench had been set up. That created a bit of a traffic jam. She stroked a few guys who stopped to watch a larger woman give head through the bars of a the cage in the BDSM room.
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After 15-20 minutes, her clothes were gone. My cock was out and my pants were around my knees. She blew me as she knelt beside me on the bench, her ass high in the air, letting others touch her. Penetration wasn't allowed, but she seemed to enjoy their hands every else. She rolled a condom down my cock and stood over it, facing her husband, who sat motionless across the way. Again, she took her time; content to rub her clit with the head of my cock, building her arousal even further. I wasn't sure that I would be able to stay hard long enough, being used simply as a prop. I needn't have worried though. By the time she began to bounce lightly on the tip, letting it slowly nudge her lips open, I was hard as I have ever been. It seemed to take for ever for her just to engulf the head. But then, in a single plunge she impaled herself on it. We both composed ourselves and she began a steady rhythm. I could feel her diddling herself - again, for her husband's enjoyment - as she slipped up and down my pole. As she rode, she stroked the cocks of a few other men, always keeping them to her side so that hubby could see. Hubby also saw as she took that long black cock she had met earlier into her mouth. As she blew him, she ground herself to an orgasm on my dick. Mine followed shortly after. The black guy had to be satisfied with leaving his load on her tits.
She walked, naked, back to the shower area where she cleaned herself up. As she did, hubby and I exchanged contact info. That's where I learned that my ignorance paid off. He said they were ready to leave the store, convinced they had come to the wrong place until I asked for directions. He had been reluctant to do so, but when he heard me speaking with the clerk, they stepped closer to hear for themselves.
I went back to my hotel, quietly thanking my mother for teaching me manners, and thanking my father for showing me that there is no crime in asking for directions when you are lost.