Maybe it's because I have been visiting porn theaters for so long that I no longer feel the need to hurry. More likely, it's because all those years sitting in dark rooms with sticky floors has taught me that rushing a couple usually just rushes them out the door. One thing is certain, at this point in my porn theater sex career, I find that more often than not, slow and steady wins the race.
I haven't been to CVE in Gastonia, NC for some time. A while back there was a noticeable fall off in the number of couples who come in and play. Then the vibe of the place changed dramatically. What had been a "sure thing" became an "almost never", so I moved on to other venues. But lately, the chatter has been positive, so when I found myself in the general area I dropped in on a whim.
It was a weekday afternoon, around 4:00. Not the best time for couples, but it was the time that I was passing by. I paid my money, took a slow stroll through the relatively empty booth area then went into the theater. There were three or four other guys scattered around the room and I took my seat on an empty row on the right side of the room to wait and see what might develop.
I had been there for about a half an hour when I hear the unmistakeable sound of a high heel coming down the hallway. They came into the room and paused, getting the layout of the room and determining the best place to sit. They wound up directly across the aisle from me. He took the second seat in, she took the one to his left, allowing him to be a buffer between him and the empty aisle seat.
Memories and experiences of nearly 40 years of watching and having sex in porn theaters.
Monday
Sunday
Surprising Threesome at the Porn Theater
Today, however, I am thinking of a night where I am not sure if what I saw was a setup or not. Whatever it was, it was very, very hot.
The theater was in Mishawaka, Indiana, just outside of South Bend. It was another one of those old, downtown theaters in a small town that had been abandoned for the mall multiplex. Somebody bought it and started running porn movies. Eventually, they added a bookstore area and peep booths, but when I first started going there it was just a big theater with X-rated movies.
Monday
Watching a Mom Jerk Him Off in the Porn Theater
Back in the so called "Golden Age of Porn" there were adult theaters almost everywhere. Even in small towns. Once the movie companies started building multiplexes out at the mall, the old, traditional movie houses were abandoned. So porn operators could buy or lease them cheaply and they became smut emporiums.
I learned pretty quickly that if you laid down an extra 10 dollar bill with the entry price, they weren't too quick to check your ID. By now the statute of limitations has long since expired, so I guess there's no harm in admitting that.
There was a theater in Virginia in mid 70's. Roanoke, I believe. They didn't show hardcore, but at that point in my development, seeing a real, almost-live, hair covered pussy on that huge screen was enough to make my hormones rage. I sat all the way through the two movies twice. My adolescent hormone-crazed brain even convinced me to go back for a second helping a day or so later.
My first visit was during the day and the only other patrons were "dirty old men" and other young guys who weren't working. The second stop was in the evening and the crowd was large, mostly male, of course. At some point though, a couple came in.
I found myself both surprised and a little embarrassed at the presence of a woman in the place. Then with a bit more reflection, I wondered what kind of a woman she must be to come to watch a sex movie in public. (Though in those days there was no way of watching one in private.) They sat across the aisle from me, a couple of seats in, with him to her left, putting him closer to me.
I studied them, discreetly, for a couple of minutes. Early to mid thirties, nicely dressed, looking like any one of a thousand couples that you might meet on any given day. I suspect they had left the kids with a babysitter and went out for dinner and little visual stimulation. They watched the movie intently, sitting as close to one another as those old theater seats would allow.
I turned my attention back to the movie. The plot had something to do with a guy, his daughter and a necklace. I hadn't really come for the plot, just those long lingering camera shots of naked girls and simulated sex.
At some point, I became aware that the couple was moving, ever so slightly. Turning my head to the right I could see that he was rubbing her legs. She was wearing slacks, but it still turned me on. A few minutes later, her hand was in his lap, rubbing his dick through his pants. At this point, my own cock was doing its best to bust through the fabric of my own pants.
I turned away, hoping that they would not look in my direction. Afraid that she might see my hardon. Minutes later though, I became aware of more subtle motion across the aisle. His cock was out and in her hand. More than that, her blouse had been opened enough to expose her breasts. She wore no bra and I could see her dark nipples clearly in the bright reflection off the screen. She was stroking him with her right hand, meaning she was turned, somewhat, towards me. I found myself staring, unable to take my eyes away.
She began a slow, steady rhythm, working his dick to a full state of attention. Somewhere about that time I became aware that she was looking at me. She was not angry, or embarrassed, or trying to hide a thing. She looked directly into my eyes and smiled, then returned her gaze to his dick. My own member was throbbing now. I was convinced that her blouse was open even further. Did she do that so that I could see more? My head was spinning, my breath was short and my cock was so hard that it nearly hurt.
I heard him grunt, ever so softly, and quickly lowered her head to catch his load in her mouth. My underwear caught my load. They returned their attention to the movie and played no more. I went to the bathroom to clean up the best I could and left the building, convinced that I had just witnessed a once in a lifetime experience. How wrong I turned out to be!
I learned pretty quickly that if you laid down an extra 10 dollar bill with the entry price, they weren't too quick to check your ID. By now the statute of limitations has long since expired, so I guess there's no harm in admitting that.
There was a theater in Virginia in mid 70's. Roanoke, I believe. They didn't show hardcore, but at that point in my development, seeing a real, almost-live, hair covered pussy on that huge screen was enough to make my hormones rage. I sat all the way through the two movies twice. My adolescent hormone-crazed brain even convinced me to go back for a second helping a day or so later.
My first visit was during the day and the only other patrons were "dirty old men" and other young guys who weren't working. The second stop was in the evening and the crowd was large, mostly male, of course. At some point though, a couple came in.
I found myself both surprised and a little embarrassed at the presence of a woman in the place. Then with a bit more reflection, I wondered what kind of a woman she must be to come to watch a sex movie in public. (Though in those days there was no way of watching one in private.) They sat across the aisle from me, a couple of seats in, with him to her left, putting him closer to me.
I studied them, discreetly, for a couple of minutes. Early to mid thirties, nicely dressed, looking like any one of a thousand couples that you might meet on any given day. I suspect they had left the kids with a babysitter and went out for dinner and little visual stimulation. They watched the movie intently, sitting as close to one another as those old theater seats would allow.
I turned my attention back to the movie. The plot had something to do with a guy, his daughter and a necklace. I hadn't really come for the plot, just those long lingering camera shots of naked girls and simulated sex.
At some point, I became aware that the couple was moving, ever so slightly. Turning my head to the right I could see that he was rubbing her legs. She was wearing slacks, but it still turned me on. A few minutes later, her hand was in his lap, rubbing his dick through his pants. At this point, my own cock was doing its best to bust through the fabric of my own pants.
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She began a slow, steady rhythm, working his dick to a full state of attention. Somewhere about that time I became aware that she was looking at me. She was not angry, or embarrassed, or trying to hide a thing. She looked directly into my eyes and smiled, then returned her gaze to his dick. My own member was throbbing now. I was convinced that her blouse was open even further. Did she do that so that I could see more? My head was spinning, my breath was short and my cock was so hard that it nearly hurt.
I heard him grunt, ever so softly, and quickly lowered her head to catch his load in her mouth. My underwear caught my load. They returned their attention to the movie and played no more. I went to the bathroom to clean up the best I could and left the building, convinced that I had just witnessed a once in a lifetime experience. How wrong I turned out to be!
Friday
Angie at Annabelle's
I have been hearing about a new theater not too far from me in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Annabelle's isn't new, but the theater area is a recent addition and they are couple friendly. I made plans to visit with a woman that I will call Angie that I met on SLS. She is married and swings with and without hubby. I told her what I had in mind and she agreed to join me.
This was Angie's first visit to an adult theater, but as someone experienced in the lifestyle, she had a pretty good idea what to expect and she was certainly up for it. She is petite, only 5'2 or so, with a killer ass and nice big set of slightly enhanced boobs. She is far from a BBW. I wouldn't even call her chubby. Though few people know what the word means anymore, I would describe her as voluptuous. A 40-something blonde, Angie is open to almost anything. I have spent time with her before - once with hubby and once alone - and always find her bubbly personality to be a nice addition to her very fuckable body.
This was Angie's first visit to an adult theater, but as someone experienced in the lifestyle, she had a pretty good idea what to expect and she was certainly up for it. She is petite, only 5'2 or so, with a killer ass and nice big set of slightly enhanced boobs. She is far from a BBW. I wouldn't even call her chubby. Though few people know what the word means anymore, I would describe her as voluptuous. A 40-something blonde, Angie is open to almost anything. I have spent time with her before - once with hubby and once alone - and always find her bubbly personality to be a nice addition to her very fuckable body.
So What Are My Chances in a Porn Theater?
Some people seem to think that sex in porn theater is a "sure thing". After all, they are confident that there is non-stop orgy going on at any hour of the night or day. Others have the idea that seeing, let alone fucking, a woman in a porn theater is as mythical as Camelot or the Loch Ness Monster. I have been visiting adult theaters since the 1970's, and I can tell you that the truth lies squarely in the middle of those extremes. Well, sometimes at least.
Classy Lady Plays at the CVE in Gastonia, NC
If you are new to the world of porn theater sex, there are a number of rules and guidelines that you should be aware of. Of course, there are exceptions to all the rules and couples that don't always follow the generally-accepted guidelines.
Let's take the matter of dress, for instance. I am referring to the way that women dress, of course. Nobody cares about what the guys wear. It is a generally accepted principle that women who come into a porn theater wearing micro-mini skirts, see-through blouses or tank tops with the word "Slut" across the front are ready to start - and finish - the party. Conversely, a woman in comfortable jeans and a sweatshirt is probably just there to watch the movie.
As I said. There are exceptions to every rule. Take, for example, a couple I watched last Friday at Carolina Video Exchage (CVE) in Gastonia.
Let's take the matter of dress, for instance. I am referring to the way that women dress, of course. Nobody cares about what the guys wear. It is a generally accepted principle that women who come into a porn theater wearing micro-mini skirts, see-through blouses or tank tops with the word "Slut" across the front are ready to start - and finish - the party. Conversely, a woman in comfortable jeans and a sweatshirt is probably just there to watch the movie.
As I said. There are exceptions to every rule. Take, for example, a couple I watched last Friday at Carolina Video Exchage (CVE) in Gastonia.
Thursday
Sweet Girl Turns Nasty in a Porn Theater
I think the theater may have been the Sassy Cat. As memory serves it was on 6 Mile in Detroit, back in the mid 80's. The theater was fairly small - by standards in those days. There were maybe 8 rows of theater-style seats, divided by a middle aisle. There was a good sized area for standing room in the back. Directly behind the center aisle was a hallway that led to the restrooms.
I came in, did a quick a survey and hit the bathroom. Typical porn theater nasty, but it served its purpose. I then took a seat on the right side of the room, three rows from the back in the middle of the row. My thinking was that most couples seemed to prefer the rear of a theater, and by sitting in the middle of a row, I would get a decent view of them if they sat on either aisle, as couples usually do.
There were perhaps 10-12 other guys in the place when I came in. That number may have increased a bit over the next few hours, but not significantly.
I had been there for about an hour when they came in. She was cute, young and dressed very sexy. She looked a good deal like the daughter of a coworker of mine. He was too strict to ever let her dress like this girl, and she was too young to be in a porn theater anyway, but I still couldn't help but reflect on how much this babe looked like her.
I came in, did a quick a survey and hit the bathroom. Typical porn theater nasty, but it served its purpose. I then took a seat on the right side of the room, three rows from the back in the middle of the row. My thinking was that most couples seemed to prefer the rear of a theater, and by sitting in the middle of a row, I would get a decent view of them if they sat on either aisle, as couples usually do.
There were perhaps 10-12 other guys in the place when I came in. That number may have increased a bit over the next few hours, but not significantly.
I had been there for about an hour when they came in. She was cute, young and dressed very sexy. She looked a good deal like the daughter of a coworker of mine. He was too strict to ever let her dress like this girl, and she was too young to be in a porn theater anyway, but I still couldn't help but reflect on how much this babe looked like her.
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