Aurora, her Dad, and the XXX Theater

Aurora and I sat in my car outside of the adult theater. It was around 2pm and the parking lot had more cars in it this time. She wasn’t talking much and I could tell she was nervous. The last time we came here, a lot of stuff had happened that she wasn’t ready for. This time we both had a better idea of what to expect. We did some shot’s before we left and she had taken a pill “to take the edge off.”, she said.

She was wearing a gray pleated skirt and a white short sleeved button-up blouse. She looked cute. It fit well. Not too tight, and hinted at her amazing body underneath. I figured she would feel more comfortable wearing more clothing than the last time. I did make sure the top few buttons were undone, exposing her cleavage.

“Give me your bra.” I said, not yet satisfied with the amount of skin she was showing. She deftly removed it without taking off her shirt, having done this many times before. She had already taken her panties off on the drive over and they were laying in the back seat.

“You look much better now.”, I said. Stopping myself from taking her tits out in the parking lot. “Are you ready?”, I asked her. She only nodded.

I had parked near the entrance to the old theater and away from her dads car, she hadn’t noticed it when we pulled in, otherwise she’d never have gone in. His green station wagon was in the back, away from the road. I counted about seven or eight other cars scattered around the gravel parking-lot. The theater was very old and run down, but I’m sure it looked great when it was first built around 100 years ago.

Taking her by the arm, I led her in. I was a good feeling to be back, and I was excited to see what was going to happen. It was like entering a different world. The front lobby had been turned into a video rental area. I immediately looked around to see if her dad was here, but only saw a couple guys walking around. We took our time and wandered around for a bit. Aurora followed me around the shop, as we walked past the other customers. I stopped at the gang-bang section for a while, showing her the backs of the cases. I made a few bad jokes, trying to ease the tension.

Walking away from Aurora and over to a section of amateur porn, she followed quickly behind me. I was looking through some of the titles and handed her one called “My Daughter’s Secret“. A couple guys who had been milling around moved into our isle now.

“What do you think your dad would think of your secret? I bet he would like it.” I said, making fun of his browsing habits. She knew he had a Daddy/daughter fetish. I was looking something up on their computer and it auto-filled with some porn. Sure enough, after checking out the history, I ran across lots of stories about girls and their fathers, along with a few other sites he visited. She had run across them also some time ago.

“Should we buy it for him?”, I asked. No response. She did not find his fetish as interesting as I did.

I put the movie away as one of the guys walked down our isle, brushing past us. He stopped and looked at some DVD’s a few feet away. I reached around her and undid another button on her blouse. Her top opened up reveling a lot of skin.

The guy standing next to us was staring at her now. He was an average middle aged guy, bald with glasses. I got the feeling most of the people here where twice our age. The other guy looked much older and had a large beer belly. He had made his way closer and was trying to get a better view. I took her to the toy section as she tried to keep her shirt closed discreetly. Looking around the toy section for a while, the guys had made there was in our isle again.

“Maybe you can ask one of them to buy it for you? I bet if you walked up like this, they’d be more than happy to.” I joked, looking at her tits. I could see her bellybutton from this angel. Just about any movement would cause her shirt to open in even more lascivious ways. I waited until a couple of the men came near us, giving them another look.

“Let’s go see a movie.”, I said, and led her to the counter.

The guy behind it was the same gray haired old man from out first visit, and he seemed to remember us. He didn’t ask for I.D. this time either. That made me feel a bit more comfortable, considering what we had done on our previous visit. He gave us a smile as we walked.

“You look great tonight. I love that top.”, he told her, handing me my change.