Mom at the Roxy

I leaned back in my theater seat as the woman gently maneuvered my cock through my open fly. Through my half-closed eyes, I watched as she formed her thumb and forefinger into a circle and delicately stroked up and down my prick. It was semi-erect, but quickly growing hard in her expert hand. In the gloom of the movie theater, I could just barely discern a large diamond solitaire and wedding band on her ring finger. The soft hairs on her forearm lightly tickled my hand, which was tightly clutching the armrest next to her.

I peered at the woman out of the corner of my eye. She was sitting in the seat to my immediate right. Like me, she was hunched down in the red vinyl seat, and her legs were spread slightly. She was wearing a rather snug light blue dress, which was fastened in the front by a line of white buttons that extended from top to bottom. Her large bust strained against the tight dress, which appeared to be about a size too small for her. Gaps were forming between the buttons, through which I could see a white bra.

She was a bit overweight, and her makeup was applied a bit too thickly, I guessed to cover the fact that she was past her prime. All in all, though, she wasn’t unattractive.

I glanced farther to my right, to her husband reclined in the seat next to her. His bright eyes were glued to the erotic scene. I wondered to myself how often his wife did this. How often does she give handjobs to complete strangers in porno theaters? I guessed their age at maybe 45. I assumed that this was one of the few thrills left in their marriage.

The woman continued to fervently stroke up and down my now throbbing erection with her soft fingers. Her touch was delicate and ticklish, soft enough to prevent me from reaching an orgasm too quickly, yet firm enough to maintain a high state of arousal.

Damn, I was glad I had found this place! Roxy Video, one of countless porno shops in Southern California. I had been in many such shops, rented videos in a few, but none were quite like this one. Roxy had a small X-rated theater that seated somewhere around 100 people.

I laid my head against the back of the seat, closed my eyes and reminisced back a couple of months, to the first time I had paid the $10 fee and wandered into the theater.

The first time I went, on a weeknight, I wasn’t too impressed with the place. The movie was pretty good – lots of kinky sex and not much idiotic dialogue, but there were about half a dozen masturbating men scattered throughout the theater, and most of them seemed to be checking me out. At 21 years old, I was by far the youngest guy in the crowd, and it seemed that they were more interested in me than in the hot video playing on screen.

It occurred to me that the guys probably were there to pick each other up. Sure enough, after about half an hour, a couple of young men down in the front row apparently made eye contact, and one of them got up and sat next to the other. Before I knew it, one of them knelt on the floor – looked like we had a little gay blowjob action going. I’m okay with that whole thing, but it wasn’t really my scene, even though I’ve gotta admit it was pretty erotic. I wondered though, if couples ever went there, and I vowed to go back, maybe on a weekend, to find out.

I went back a week or two later, this time on a Saturday night. When I first walked in, there were about 10 guys. Well, that hadn’t changed much. But before too long, a slim, blond-haired babe and her boyfriend/husband slunk in and seated themselves in the middle of the theater. Instantly, the whole atmosphere of the place changed. Within minutes, several of the guys got up and moved to within three or four seats of the couple.

I half expected the guy to chase them off, but he didn’t – apparently he and his blond escort were there to see and be seen like everybody else. I wasn’t sure what they had in mind, but I was tempted to go over and join the gathering crowd of voyeurs. I decided to stay put, though, and watched the movie with one eye (it was, after all, a hot babe getting fucked in the ass by a hung stud – my favorite scene) and the couple with the other.

Sure enough, before too long, the blonde’s head disappeared from view below her seat back, presumably to wrap her mouth around the guy’s dick. Their small audience visibly perked up, and they openly gawked at the spectacle. The guy was totally uninhibited by the whole thing – he just casually kicked back to watch the movie while receiving the blowjob.