Rose Blooms at a Porn Theater

Her name was Rose. She was black, maybe thirty five, tall and the owner of some very nice curves which were hidden under a long, plain dress when I first saw her. I was in Tampa at the Adult Video Center on Grady, long before they remodeled and moved the theaters to the front of the building. (This was many years before Fantasyland bought the place and turned it into Fantasyland 2)

I had gone to Tampa for some theater fun and arrived very early in the day. AVC had a couple of computers with X-Rated video games so I was killing time playing Seymour Butts when I heard a woman's voice in the main store area. The clerk was giving her the basic info about the place and then told her she could visit the theater, free of charge, if she would like. She thanked him and the room became quiet again. I assumed she had taken him up on his offer and about two minutes later I exited the booth to follow.

When I first walked in I didn't see her. Those of you who remember the theater back then know that it encompassed the area in front of the rest rooms. The door actually brought you into the side of the theater. I made my way across the back, past the rest room doors and sat on the aisle of the seats on the extreme right side. As I sat, I noticed a young couple was in the row directly behind me. They had been more or less hidden, sitting at the opening of the area next to the rooms, opposite the door, where management stored cleaning supplies and other items.

I watched them casually, though they did very little. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw a woman standing a bit further behind them, nearly hidden in the shadows of the storage area. The young couple chatted, made out a bit and generally fondled one another. It was clear from their conversation that they were both involved with others and had snuck off for a little afternoon rendezvous. They had probably already finished what they had come for by the time I came in, which explained why the other 8- 10 guys in the theater were leaving them alone.

When they got up to leave, the woman took one of their vacated seats. I was feeling bold and so I asked if I could take the other. She nodded. That's when I learned her name and the fact that she had never been there before and that she was very curious about the couple. Seems that Rose has her suspicions about her husband. Hasn't been home as much. Comes in late from work. A few days earlier she and a friend, using the friend's car, had followed him from work to this very place. She was curious to know what he might be doing here, so since he was out of town on business that day, she decided to drop by.

She asked if I came there often, if I knew what kind of things went on there. As we talked, I could smell alcohol on her breath and figured she had done something to steel her nerves before walking in. The longer we talked, the more I wondered about her cover story. Whether Rose's hubby had ever been in the place or not, it was clear that she was more than a little curious about sexual activity in adult theaters.

"Does it excite you to think about it?" I asked.

"A little."

"Did you enjoy watching the couple that was just here?"

"Yes. Her boobs were out when I came in."

"Did you see his dick?"

"No, but she was rubbing it through his pants."

"You wanted to see it, didn't you?"

She nodded. Then added, "I never saw a white one." I considered that for a minute, weighed my options, then proceeded.

"Ever think about letting men see your tits like that?"

"I don't think I could."

"Why not? You have some nice ones. Big. I bet they are still firm, too, aren't they"? She swallowed hard, then nodded. "Do you mind?" I slowly moved my hand up her arm, gently caressing as I made my unmistakable approach. "I'll stop if you want", I said as my hand reached its destination. She gasped a bit, but said nothing.

"Is this what people do here?" She asked.

"Some do. Yes. Some do more, some do less, some do nothing." As I continued squeezing her breasts, playing with one, then the other, a few of the guys began to take notice. A couple of them began to move toward us. I waved for them to keep some distance. Gratefully, they did.

"What do they want?" She asked, still allowing me to play with her tits through her clothing, her hands on the armrests of her chair.

"Well, actually, they want whatever you want. They will do whatever you would like."

"Like what?"

"Mmm... they are there to watch if you want them to see something. They would touch if you wanted that. They would..."

"I don't want them to touch." She cut me off.

"Then they won't. Would you like them to see? Would you like me to open your dress so they can see your breasts, like the other girl?"

Again, she swallowed hard. "OK," she barely whispered.

I slowly opened the first button, waiting to see if showed any reluctance. She didn't. The second and third yielded under my thumb. Soon her white, every day bra, as unsexy as it could be was glowing against her black skin in the dark theater. It was clear that Rose had not come to be undressed. In spite of that, my cock was rock hard. I slipped my hand between one of her bra cups and her ample tit. I brushed past a stiff nipple then lifted it out of its resting place. In a moment, Rose sat in close proximity to three admirers, with her breasts exposed.

Not waiting for an invitation, neither asking for permission, I leaned in and sucked the tit closest to me. Though her nipple was already hard I could feel it swell even more, responding to my attention. I heard a soft groan escape from her throat. Rose was enjoying herself. I told her to lie back and relax. That we would stop at any time she felt uncomfortable. She slid down a bit in the chair, letting her head rest on it, allowing me to gently kiss her neck, working my way down to her big, full tits. A few of the other guys now moved closer. Two of them filling the seats in front of us. Two more behind. Rose lifted her head for just a second and I reminded her that no one would touch her - other than me of course.

As I worked on her tits, my left hand began to work its way down her belly, over her clothes, and eventually to left leg, the one nearest me. As I gently rubbed her thigh, her legs opened for me, a clear sign of her intentions. I slipped my hand under the hem of her print dress and slowly began to pull it higher. I continued until her dark panties were exposed. The guys murmured their approval. As I slid my hand over her panties, her hand found its way to my lap, squeezing my cock through my pants.

I slipped the panties out of my way, giving my fingers access to her wet slit and swollen bud. She shuddered when I touched it. I ran my finger along her lips, just deep enough to let her soaked pussy moisten it before I returned my attention to her clit. As I teased it, her grasp tightened on my cock. I began to rub harder and faster, whispering in her ear that all those guys were getting off looking at her. No one was watching the movie. She was hotter.

She came suddenly and hard. So hard that she nearly convulsed. Her eyes filled with tears and a moan of delight filled the room.

I wondered if that would be the end of it. That she would compose herself and rush across the small theater to the exit door and out into the safety of the bright sunshine in the parking lot. She did not. In fact, she resumed what she had been doing to my dick, now more gently, with a steadier rhythm.

"Time to see your first white cock," I said as I reached for my belt.

"OK. But no sex."

"Of course not. Nothing that you are not comfortable with. Just stroke it a little."

Within a few minutes Rose had seen her first white dick, and her second and third and fourth. Guys were now standing around, jerking off, admiring this tall black woman with her dress up over her lap and her tits hanging free. She was not only seeing white cock, she was stroking one, examining it like a new toy. Her hands were amazing. She was soft, yet strong; slow and methodical, yet quick enough to begin to cause my balls to fill with cum. As she stroked, she looked at the other dicks around her. Her eyes were nearly glazed with desire.

I returned my had to her pussy. Still wet. Wetter, in fact.

"I think I should take care of this, don't you?" I teased.

"No, no sex, please."

Pics of women having sex in theaters

"No sex. I just want to lick it." She clearly liked that idea and released her grip on my cock so that I could slide between her legs. I pulled her panties off and lowered my head to her furry crotch. Her smell was strong, but the aftertaste was sweet. As I licked and sucked her clit I slid a finger up her cunt. Then another. As I worked on her pussy, I teased her asshole with the tip of another finger. I glanced up at one point to see that she was stroking the cock of one of the guys who had crowded in close, and was letting the two men behind her play with her tits. It didn't take long for her to cum. I lapped until the waves subsided, then stood up, my cock inches from her face.

She paused for a second, then licked her lips, then began to suck my cock with an eagerness I had not experienced in some time. With the peanut gallery coaxing her on she deepthroated my shaft while she massaged my balls. It didn't take long before I erupted. My first two burst of cum splashed against the back of her throat and she swallowed them. With the third, it began to spill out of her mouth, on to her tits where she directed the rest of my load. I pumped several more times before I was completely spent and she massged the goo into her big tits to keep it from getting all over her dress.

When we had finished, she excused herself and went to the restroom. I was waiting for her in the store area when she came out of the theater. The conversation was a bit awkward, with thanks being expressed from both sides. She asked me if I was there every Thursday. I explained that I was from out of town and rarely got that way. I reminded her that the guys in the theater would be more than willing to take care of her. With that, she smiled and said goodbye.

I never saw her again. Nor did anyone ever seem to remember seeing her when I would ask the locals on subsequent visits. Perhaps it was her one and only walk on the wild side. I was just glad to be lucky enough to be in the right place when it happened.