Business had brought me to Tampa on a weekday in 1994. I made sure that business brought me to Tampa often in those days. Until recently, Tampa has been a mecca of porn theater sex with several places to watch and play.
In '94 a lot of the action was at the Playhouse theater, a big barn of a building that used to be a a part of an Air Force base that was shut down after WWII. The city has never quite figured out what to do with the area, so it has been a haven for porn theaters, adult bookstores and massage parlors. At any given time there were 3-4 theaters in the area with varying levels of couple participation. The one place that was almost always a "sure thing" was the Playhouse.
Honestly, the place was a dive. It was dirty, ill cared for and smelly. You sat in a couch at your own peril. Aside from the occasional cum puddle, many of the cushions had been torn from "overuse". There was no light in the large theater, except for what bounced back off the screen. The room was large with 12 or 15 rows comprised entirely of vinyl covered couches. There was a smaller gay theater in the building as well as an area of video booths.
You entered the main theater through a curtain that opened directly to main store/lobby. A flash of light as the curtain opened always led to a synchronized head turn by the perverts in the room, waiting for a female. Occasionally, the click of a high heel on the concrete floor served as an early alert even before the curtain opened. The theater had only one aisle that ran down the left side of the room. It was wide enough to allow guys to lean on the wall to watch the couples who sat near it to put on their shows.
There was also a large open area behind the back row. An emergency exit door on the right wall kept them from adding another row or two of couches, creating a space for gay guys to stand and wait for partners and for all of us to stand as our eyes adjusted to the darkness.
That is exactly what I was doing when they came in. They might have been in their mid 40's. He was tall and lean, reminding me of Jerry Orbach. She was tiny, maybe 5'1 or 5'2; not just short, but petite in every way. Her hair was cut short, but stylish, like a zillion other upper middle class moms. She wore a short khaki skirt. Not micro mini short, but cute mom short. She would have turned heads at the mall, but wouldn't have created a scandal. On top she wore a fitted blouse with buttons and short sleeves. Her heels were a bit higher than she would have worn to the mall. Frankly, they looked a little out of place for the Playhouse. I was glad to see them, but figured they wouldn't stay long.They stood in the back, maybe 4 or 5 steps from me, growing used to the darkness.
As the curtain opened a time or two, filling the area with light, he turned to scan those of us in the standing area: a couple of gay guys groping in the corner and a couple of us trying to figure out where an empty seat was. Another guy made his way through the curtain, walking in their general direction. They stepped away to give him room. Surprisingly, they stepped all the way over to where I was.She had been watching the movie while he had been watching the crowd. As they adjusted for the new guy, he guided her back and to the right, until she was standing about a foot in front of me. Honestly, he did it so smoothly that I wasn't sure if he was trying to get closer to me intentionally or if it was just coincidental.
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| "Hey, Mister. Wanna touch?" |
One never knows when a porn theater sex moment will begin, or when they will end. I was happy for the feel and for being chosen. Regardless of what might have happened or not happened from there, it would have been a reasonably good night. I watched as they whispered between themselves, still not moving away. I was a bit surprised when his hand moved down her back, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties to the side. He looked back at me and smiled and nodded. I guess they worked out whatever they needed to between them, and I was being invited back in.
My first move was back to those firm cheeks, not wanting to rush my welcome. But I was eager for more so I slid my fingers between her cheeks. She responded by widening her stance just a bit. Slowly, I moved my fingers down her crack, reaching under until I could feel her warmth. I paused for a second, wanting her to want it, then slowly continued to move my fingers forward. She was short, as I said, so I had to stoop to reach my target. When I did, I found it wet and warm. I teased the opening of her cunt with my fingers, causing her to shudder, then slid my hand back to her ass, allowing me to stand up straighter again.
As I did, her right hand found her way back to my crotch. She began squeezing and stroking my cock through my pants. Again, there was more whispering between the two of them. After a minute he stepped back next to me. I was surprised to see his cock was out. Apparently, she had been stroking him as I played with her. He asked if I was from Tampa. I told him I was only there on business. He suggested that the next time I came to town we make plans. My experience in theater sex and banging hot wives with willing husbands has taught me that you had better grab your moments as they come. I wasn't sure that I would ever be able to hook up with these two again and , frankly, she was wet right now.
"It's pretty rare that I get to come here, " I lied.
"Well, are you going to be here for a couple of days?"
"No. I have an early morning flight out tomorrow. I finished up business today, and wanted to leave a few hours for this place." That was the truth.
"I don't know. She normally has to warm up to someone before she... uh.. you know."
I pointed out that the grip she had on my cock felt pretty warm to me and suggested that perhaps we play it by ear and see where things went. No expectations. He agreed, so I returned my focus to his wife's ass. He stayed right next to me so that he could see what I was doing to her. I continued rubbing her ass, now with both hands , her skirt pulled completely up and out of the way. I pulled the fabric of her panties into her crack so that I could rub her entire ass. That also allowed me to tug on them, causing them to pull tight across her clit as I did - a sensation she seemed to enjoy.
By now a small group of guys was beginning to watch. Some had gotten fairly close. I didn't want the vultures to scare her away, so I stepped up next to her, wrapping my left arm around her. My right hand moved down to the front of her skirt, pulling it up so that I had access to her pussy and the thin fabric that protected it. I began to gently rub the cloth and she began squeezing my dick again. I opened my fly wondering if it would scare her off. I had nothing to worry about. She immediately burrowed inside, in search of my cock. I had to help her, but eventually my stiff prick was released and she began a nice rhythm with her hand. When that happened, a couple of guys stepped up even closer. Frankly, I wasn't ready to share.
I led her to the back corner, on the extreme right side of the theater. I was vaguely aware that hubby was following us. I put her in the corner and stood facing her, shielding her petite body from the rest of the room. I dug my hand into her panties, finding them and her cunt to be absolutely soaked. Looked like our little lady was having a good time. She returned her hand to my dick and began stroking again. I opened a button on her blouse, but she stopped me from going any further. I had little reason to be disappointed though, she squatted in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth.
"Holy shit." It was her husband.
"Do you mind?" It was a little late if he did, but I figured I should at least ask.
"Not at all."
She gave excellent head, playing with my balls as she slowly worked her way up and down my shaft. Her tongue was busy and her touch was just right. She sucked hard as she went up my cock, creating a suction that would have milked me dry if I had let her do it for very long. Instead, I stopped her, pulled her back up and went back to work on her pussy.This time I shoved her panties down to give me better access. In a matter of minutes they were lying on the floor of the theater and my face was in her pussy. She must have been quite the sight. This petite, affluent woman with the perfectly styled hair, pussy exposed, one leg thrown over the shoulder of a complete stranger, leaning against the wall of a filthy porn theater as dozens of guys watched, jerking off to the show.
She came, and then she came again. I stood up and prepared to try to work my cock inside of her. She was short and hubby was eager for me to slip on a condom. A wise precaution and one I almost always take. I took the package from him and led her over to the couches. The crowd parted to give us room. We stood behind the last row as I slipped the rubber over my cock. Her husband felt the wetness of her slit as I did. He seemed pleased.
I bent her over the back of the couch, pulled her skirt up over her ass and stooped to enter her from behind. She was fairly tight and exceptionally hot. She came a third time almost as soon as I entered her. Hubby moved around front, kneeling on the couch so his wife could blow him as I pumped from behind. He came very quickly. Much to my surprise, another guy stepped in to take his place and she immediately reached for his cock, pulling him into her mouth.
I tried to keep a slow, easy rhythm to make things last as long as I could, but she wanted it hard and fast. So that's what I gave her, right up the minute that I lost it myself. I think she came one last time as my balls were emptying into the condom.
They left pretty quickly when it was over. I headed to the men's room to put myself back together. When I went back into the theater, a guy approached me, holding her panties.
"She left these on the floor."
I shoved them into my pocket. It's not often that you get a memento of an encounter in a porn theater.
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