Quick and Dirty at the Porn Theater

 You learn pretty quickly to always scan the parking lot when you pull up to your local porn theater. You never know who's there, what's happening, or what you might learn. I saw them in the car as I circled the lot. I always circle before choosing a parking place. Her window was open and she was grabbing the last bit of nicotine from her cigarette as I made my pass. Young (maybe 30), pale, and topped with a short electric-blue hairdo. She was far from subtle.

I pulled in a few spots away and made my way to the door. It was daytime, after all, and they weren't parked in a place that hinted at privacy. I dropped my bills on the counter and was buzzed in. I headed straight for the main theater, fully knowing that my chances of finding a woman in the back were slim, but I couldn't shake the image of the girl in the parking lot. 

Three other guys were already set up, so I found myself in a small couch in the middle of the room, towards the back. Two minutes later a pudgy young guy walked in, looked around and headed back out. I guessed we weren't his cup of tea.

I was mildly surprised to see him reappear a few minutes later. This time he walked deliberately to a couch in front of me. He had no sooner sat down when the blue-haired chick walked in. She was deliberate, too. She came directly to my couch and dropped into the seat next to me.

"Do you mind?"

Why would I mind? 

"Jenna." She stuck her hand out in a way that was both formal and friendly. I guess it was the smile that was friendly. 

"Ray." I returned the handshake. 

"Can I?" She looked at my crotch.

"I don't know yet. Can you?" Sometimes I can be witty. 

I reached for my belt and she dropped the tiny tank top off her petite shoulders, revealing her smallish but firm breasts, delicately adorned with tattoos and a piercing in one nipple.

"Only my mouth. And you can touch me. And don't cum on my face."

With that she dove for my dick. To be honest, I wasn't sure what my cock's reaction was going to be. The frank and sudden offer from this very young woman had me a little off balance. To put it mildly, this girl would have been the poster child for the "forward women" my mother used to talk about. 

I didn't need to worry. She was very skilled. Very. Fucking. Skilled. 

While she held me in her mouth she did something with both the tip and base of her tongue at the same time that got my immediate attention. I felt myself stiffening inside her. Even with the additional length, she continued to massage my shaft with her tongue and throat, while adding suction with her cheeks. 

Eventually I was convinced that the tip had made it's way into her throat. Only then did she open her mouth and gasp for air. She looked up at me, smiling like a woman fully pleased with her efforts. Her small, soft hand massaged my balls while her lips began a rhythm up and down my cock. Sucking harder as she moved up, which seemed to have the effect of pulling more blood into my dick. 

I don't like a fast, jack-hammer blowjob. I like slow, and long, and sensual. Somehow this girl seemed to be doing both at the same time. The other guys moved in, of course. One of them pulled out a phone. 

"I'm just gonna get her, I promise. I'll explain later." It was the guy who had wandered in behind me. 

He held the phone low, near her face, she paused only long enough to turn to it - the tip of my dick in her mouth - and smile. Then she started that rhythm again. Camera boy put away his phone and pulled out his dick. No small feat since he was completely erect. He took a step back to watch the show and my attention returned to the blue head bobbing up and down on my shaft. 

I could feel it building, and I told her. She made a noise that sounded happy or playful, but I wasn't sure what she wanted.

"I'm gonna lose it," I warned her.

"Let it go," camera boy said. "She likes to swallow."

Let it go, I did. And she began that same tongue move again, this time milking every drop of cum out of me.

She stood up, smiling, pulling her shirt back into place.

"Thanks. That was fun." And with that, she walked out.

Camera boy was still pulling himself back together. "Thanks man. We're doing these dares with another couple, and this was this week's challenge. That's why I needed the picture."

And with that, he was gone. Maybe 10 minutes had passed since he sat down.

"If that's not some of the weirdest shit I've seen in here," observed one of the old timers. 

"Hell, we've seen weirder, but that was one for the books."

Well, at least one for the blog.