It had been a pretty quiet night at Fantasyland 1. As is my custom when I get to visit the Tampa area, I splurged on the entry fee for both locations. They're only a few blocks apart, and you can easily move from one place to the other. The action at both places is different. Fantasy 1 is generally busier, so I usually start there. When boredom sets in, it's time to check out the other spot. I'm glad I did.
I saw them sitting in the last row of the theater up front, in a couch far to the left side of the room. There was an empty recliner at the extreme right end of the row in front of them, near the door, so I dropped myself there to see what might become of them. There were a few other guys scattered around the room. Most, like me, were positioned in a way that allowed them a view of the only couple in the room.
They were older. 60 perhaps. A well-dressed Latino couple who looked awkwardly out of place in the seediness of the theater. He was wearing a suit. White shirt. Tie firmly in place. Hair slicked back in the style of the great "Latin lovers" of another era. She, too, was in modest, professional business attire. Her skirt was to her knee. Her blouse was buttoned all the way up to propriety. A jacket matched the skirt which also seemed to match her heels. They sat so stiffly that at first I was tempted to pay them no mind. In fact, I was considering a run to the back theater to see if anything was happening there. There were so few cars in the lot when I had parked, that I figured that was unlikely.
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This scene repeated itself 5 or 6 times. Once or twice, he got the skirt high enough for us to see her panties. Bright and white and very, very old school. Once, she actually tried to keep the skirt up as the door swung open. But he prevailed, pulling the hem back to her knee.
After nearly 30 minutes of this frustration, they stood up and made their way down the row heading - I supposed - for the exit. Much to my surprise, they walked toward the private rooms that line the wall. The herd, predictably, followed them, rushing to find their way into an adjacent room. The dignified couple almost seemed confused. I'm not sure if they weren't completely sure about the purpose of the room, the actions of the other customers, or what - precisely - they wanted to do next. After a moment or two of vacillation, they returned to their original seats and began the rising skirt show again. After another 2 or 3 failed attempts, they left the room.
A minute or so after their departure, I determined that a return trip to Fantasyland 1 was in order. But before leaving the building, I figured I should at least peek into the pool room and back theater, just to see if I might be missing anything. The clerk buzzed me into the pool room, which leads to the back theater. Pool room was empty. As I crossed it, heading toward the theater door, I was surprised to see the Latin gentleman standing near the bathroom. Obviously, he was waiting for his wife.
I greeted him in Spanish. Nothing ornate. Just a simple buenas tardes, hoping that I was right. It seems that they say "good afternoon" far later in the day than you and I would. He smiled and responded with his own greeting, noting that I spoke Spanish. Just a bit, I told him, adding that his wife was very pretty. And she was, in that mature, elegant manner that some women have. Obviously, she was no longer a young woman, but she knew her age and knew how to carry it well. She was petite and, if the skirt was any indication, curvy in the right places.
He thanked me for the compliment and admitted that he was a lucky man. No, he said, they did not come here often. This was their first experience in fact. By then his wife was joining us. We briefly introduced ourselves and I offered to sit with them, if they would like, hoping that would ease their nerves. They agreed and we stepped into the back theater and took our seats on the last row, near the door. Again, I sat in a chair while they took the sofa. She was immediately to my left and he was to her left.
It took some effort on my part, but I think I was able to explain that they could relax. No one would bother them. They were free to enjoy themselves. She spoke freely now. I'm not sure if it was just the human contact with another patron in the theater, or if the language barrier had been removed. She told me, as he had, that this was their first visit to a porn theater, though they had thought about it for quite some time. I asked what they were expecting, or what they liked. Again, she seemed timid, as though she were embarrassed to admit that he liked the idea of exposing her, and she liked the idea of someone else looking at her.
I cautiously suggested that if they wanted to try something like that, that they had come to the right place. That all of the men would enjoy seeing her. Or, if she preferred, she could use one of the smaller rooms. I also made it clear that I like to see, too! She smiled, remained quiet for a bit. Then they spoke between themselves in a hushed whisper. After a few minutes, she turned to me and asked about the small rooms. Who could use them? What were the rules? The answers were simple. Even in Spanish. Anybody. None. Would she like to try? Si.
I locked the door behind us and turned to face her. She stood in the middle of the room, illuminated by the TV. He stood behind her and tugged her skirt up over her hips. Her legs were slim and well-shaped. Her panties were the least sexy thing about her. But they looked just fine when he turned her back toward me and slid them down over her tight ass. Then she faced me again as he did his best to push the fabric aside, exposing her full bush. I knelt in front of her to get the best view I could. She giggled and lowered her panties to her knees, running her finger through her muff, exposing her wet slit?
"Te gusta?" Oh yes. I like it very, very much, thank you. The show was short but I felt privileged to be a part of it. There was something sweet about them. They were clearly innocents, enjoying an experience they would never forget. I offered to let her see me if she would like, but she quickly, and nervously, declined. I felt that I might have pushed a bit too far, so I asked (I thought) if they wanted to return to our seats in the theater. They agreed, so I unlocked the door and let them walk out in front of me. Rather than sitting, they just kept walking toward the door. They bid me a "buenas noches" and were on their way.
A few of the others asked me what happened in the room and then I made my own exit, planning on heading back to Fantasyland 1 again. As I walked through the retail area of the store heading toward the exit, I saw them coming back into the store. She even looked good in the bright lights. They approached me directly. It took me only a minute to understand that she had changed her mind. She would like to see me after all.
We went into the front theater, stepping into the first private room. Now it was my turn to be the exhibitionist. I unbuckled my belt, opening my jeans and pulled my cock out. It was firm, but not erect. I turned to the TV, allowing it to illuminate it for her.
"Es grande." I thanked her for the compliment, though it's not that big. I offered to let her touch it. Which she nervously did. Not stroking. Not even squeezing. Just a few light touches. Not knowing the word for tits, I asked her if I could see more, gesturing toward her chest. She smiled at her husband, who looked like he had stopped breathing, and began to unbutton her blouse. Her cleavage was impressive. Her D-cups were held in place by a bra as completely unsexy as her panties. But it made little difference. Her large tits were gorgeous. Soon one of them was out of its holster and I tentatively brushed its nipples as she continued to finger my dick.
About then, one of the geniuses in the next room knocked on the gloryhole door. At Fantasyland, the gloryholes can be covered. Those that want the experience can open the door. There is sort of a dance that takes place all day and all night at both locations of Fantasyland. Single guys wander through the rooms opening the doors, and couples follow behind them closing them. I actually had paid no attention to ours when I walked in.
The sudden knock startled the couple. What is that? Why were they knocking? I explained that they wanted to see. But that it was perfectly fine to leave the door closed. I suggested that if he like to watch, it might be something he would like. I had noticed that he had been rubbing himself through his pants, so he clearly enjoyed the sight of his wife teasing another man. He seemed to like the idea, so I buttoned up, left the two of them in the room and walked next door. I asked the boys to clear out so that hubby could use the room. I also reminded them that once a couple starts, you never know were it might lead. With the glimmer of hope in their sights, they backed out, leaving the room vacant for hubby.
I returned to the room and told him that he could use the room if he wanted. When I heard him closing the door in the next room I opened the gloryhole and unbuckled my pants again. This time, she grabbed my cock more quickly. She surprised me by turning my head toward her, and pulling me down to kiss me. I can count on one hand the number of times I have kissed strange women in porn theaters. But her tongue danced into my mouth and I was only to happy to return the favor.
She began a slow and soft rhythm on my dick and I pushed her jacket off of her shoulders. When I did, she stepped away and began to unbutton her blouse. She never took it off, but she did remove her bra (a feat I will never completely understand). Her tits sagged only a bit with age. I don't know if she was blessed with good genes or the discipline of a solid workout routine. Whatever it was, she was blessed.
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She then turned her attention to me. I was sitting just to her right, fully erect, enjoying the oral display she had just given. Again, she held my cock, squeezing it gently, then beginning a slow, but certain, jerking motion. She knew exactly what she was doing. After a minute or so, she subtly shifted her position, leaning toward me, wrapping her full, warm tits around my shaft. Once she had it completely enveloped, she began to raise herself up and down, fucking me with her tits. She smiled devilishly at me as she did. Whatever shyness we saw in the theater, was clearly behind her now.
There was a motion back at the gloryhole and we both turned, surpised to see a black cock sliding into our room. For just a second, she appeared startled, but at that very instant we heard her husband's voice as he knocked at the door. I let him him, not surprised to see 3 or 4 men behind him craning for a view of his exposed wife. He explained that he had been letting some of them watch through the gloryhole. Apparently, their pushing to get a better view made him nervous.
I asked him if he liked letting the men watch. He did. I asked her if she liked having men watch her. She did. She said it made her feel "sexy". I guess there's no Spanish word for "sexy", because that's the word she used. And why not? A mature woman, conservative in dress and - I would imagine - lifestyle, probably has very little cause to feel "sexy" as a matter of routine. Yet here she was, enjoying the sensations of playing with a stranger in a semi public place as others looked on. I suggested that perhaps an audience would be easier back in the main theater. After a brief conversation, they decided that the back theater was better. It seemed a bit more secluded to them.
And so, after arranging ourselves, we made our way out of the room, though the theater, across the store area, beyond the pool room to the back theater. Wifey and I landed on the sofa that faces the screen directly. Her esposo sat on the couch to our right, positioned at 90 degrees to us, giving him an optimal viewing position. Several others joined him on that couch, and the one directly across from him, to our left.
Knowing that she liked to kiss, I started there, pulling her close to me and making out with her like we were horny kids. Soon, her jacket was removed. I think it was obvious to all that she wasn't wearing a bra now. Her big tits pressed against the light fabric of her blouse, which was buttoned all the way up again. As we kissed, I played with those tits, feeling her nipples swell beneath my fingers and thumb. I finally opened a button, then another, taking my time as I exposed her to the crowd. A quick glance at hubby told me he was enjoying the show, though he seemed either surprised or concerned by the number of exposed dicks in the room.
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Her next orgasm followed fairly soon, and I tasted every delicious drop of it. I continued to eat her pussy until she came a second time. By now, she was lying on the couch, her skirt up around her waist, her blouse completely open, her big tits in her hands. Guys were lining the back of the couch, their cocks dangling above her. In front of us, the circle had closed in. I lost sight of hubby for minute, but found him quickly, hovering over my shoulder as I moved back up onto the couch.
When I did, she sat up abruptly and reached for my lap. The speed at which she released my cock surprised me. What surprised me even more was the fact almost as soon as it hit the open air, she engulfed it in the warm softness of her mouth. She moved to her knees on the couch, her ass in the air, almost as though she were asking those around her to touch it. They did. A couple of hands moved in from the front to feel her tits. I took a quick look up to hubby to be sure he was still comfortable with the way things were escalating. Indeed he was. He had taken his cock out and was stroking it intently, his eyes never leaving his wife. I'm not sure what he was expecting when he brought her to the porn theater, but he seemed to be enjoying the way it was playing out.
The woman knew how to suck cock. She deep-throated me with ease, then with a long, patient ease she slowly sucked her way to the top, only to repeat the process. I wanted it to last all night. Usually, a blow job isn't enough to bring me off, at least not with any speed, but the woman had talent. Within a few minutes I felt it building. She did, too. She squeezed and tickled my balls as she continued her perfect suction, and within minutes was rewarded with a generous load. She swallowed every drop.
Sitting up, she saw her husband's dick, directly to my right. She leaned over me, taking him into her mouth and finishing him as the rest of the guys encouraged her on. When she was done, she leaned back, still on her knees, stretching, arching her back, giving her nipples one last pinch as she turned to me and said, "gracias".
I'm not sure that I can remember the last time a woman thanked me for letting her suck my cock. As I recall, I'm usually the one expressing gratitude after that event. But I suspect that her thanks had more to do with the fact that I was able to help them along in their fantasy. Not so much by getting her off, or exposing her to the crowd in the darkened porn theater, but by helping them feel comfortable in that environment. So once again, the same lesson is reinforced. Be polite, be respectful, speak up and you never know what my happen on any given night in your local adult theater.
Hasta luego.
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