Glory hole Surprise
My girlfriend and I had a satisfying sex life and she was always reasonably willing to try something new. One day she asked me if glory holes which we had seen on the internet, were actually true. I said I had no idea but thought that there must me some truth behind them.
"See if you can find out, I think I would like to see one."
"What! You want to be in one of those little rooms with strangers' cocks pointing at you?" I asked in surprise, thinking that was too extreme a scenario even for her to contemplate.
"No silly. I would just like to know if they do exist and perhaps look through one of the viewing windows to see what goes on."
I asked around from sex shop to sex shop and finally found a venue in a town not far from where we lived. Rather than take her there and risk something dangerous or untoward, I checked it out for myself first. With her full knowledge I went the following Friday evening and reported back to her.
"It's a bit of a seedy building in a rundown area but inside seems reasonable tidy and clean but most of all it is discrete. There are several entrances to different parts of the sex shop including a porno theatre, the usual sex toys, a bulletin and contacts board and I think there is brothel upstairs."
"So, what actually happens? How is it done?"
"You pay your money in the video and magazine vending area at the front and ask for 'the optician' which is the clandestine name for the glory hole room."
"Then what?"
"You go along a corridor into a darkened room where there is a circular room surrounded by small cubicles which have viewing windows into the circular room. The only access to the circular room is via a connection door to another corridor parallel to the one you enter the cubicles from."
"And?"
"When everyone is ready the girl or woman enters and does her bit, maybe a strip or sex act and after five or ten minutes a shutter comes down so the show is over. To see the next show, you have to put another token in a slot where it all starts again. Maybe the same show, maybe part two of the show or maybe another one depending how many patrons are there."
"Are they strippers or prostitutes who do a show?"
"Not all of the time. Sometimes there are ordinary women who get a kick out of exhibitionism. If they are good, they sometimes get paid."
"When can we go?"
"As far as I know it is on most nights but mostly at weekends."
"Let's go tomorrow night, I really want to see this."
We took off the following night around seven o'clock and duly arrived at the premises.
"Back again already?" Asked the proprietor.
"My wife is curious to see what goes on." I replied. If you want to wait until the nine o'clock show you might find that more interesting than what is happening before then. There is a small bar down at the end of the corridor where you can pass the time till then."
"Can we share a viewing cubicle?" I asked.
"Sorry company rules. But if you pay for the two, I don't suppose it matters if you share although it will be a squeeze. You also might want to buy extra tokens to open the viewing shutter for subsequent episodes. You don't have to use all of the tokens tonight."
We bought a bunch of tokens, thanked the proprietor and headed for the bar. It was surprisingly comfortable and well outfitted.
"I like this bar" Cathy said, "It feels snug".
We enjoyed our drinks and as nine o'clock approached we took our seat in as cubicle which indeed was a bit of a squeeze.
"This is no good, only one of us will be able to see the show through the window. Are you going to stick your cock through the hole? She asked.
"Perhaps."
"You should, you have paid for it."
"You wouldn't mind if she gives me a blow job?"
"Yes, I would and she wouldn't do that anyway."
"You might be surprised." I answered.
I left Cathy to the cubicle and found an unoccupied one where I could see her window. It didn't matter anyway; the glass was one way and could only see out, not in.