I glanced down at the sign on the door to the middle video booth. It signified 'vacant.' I turned and looked back at the store. In a place where most people did everything they could to avoid eye contact, every eye was on us. I hadn't thought about how out of place we looked.
Kat was almost 5'10" in stocking feet and well over six feet tall in the heels she was wearing, which made her legs look substantially longer than they were. Her deep brown hair was up in a tight bun, and she wore bright red lipstick and a near ankle-length coat. I looked like one of the hippy-riche fresh from a winter jog around Lady Bird Lake, decked out in trail shoes, black fleece pants, and a bright neon weatherproof shell.
I looked ridiculous and she looked suspicious.
I'd been to this place--a middle-of-nowhere adult bookstore--several times before. It was twenty or so minutes outside of Austin on Highway 71 headed towards Bastrop. There was a welder in a building next to it, and the building on the other side looked abandoned.
I wasn't sure if the bookstore had a name. I'd gone there looking for a specialty video once and the top of the receipt read "Books #1" with an address. There was a small white sign on the windowless wall facing the highway advertising "Adult Books" in dark red lettering. If you looked carefully or had a sharp eye, you could see the words "Video Booths" in small, faded, blue lettering on the side of the building underneath another sign pointing to parking behind the building.
There were plenty of adult bookstores in Austin when the Internet failed to deliver, but this one had privacy, an unusual selection, and the drive wasn't unpleasant. Aside from that, it seemed to attract random events semi-frequently--maybe because it was an odd combination of secluded and accessible.
I happened to be there for one of those glorious random events. A tall, beautiful woman, not unlike Kat other than her jet-black hair, walked into the store in a sheer maxi dress. She made eye contact with every man in the store, including me, and walked straight back to the video booths. She'd stopped, pulled off the dress in a slow, showy display, and entered the middle booth.
Before that night I'd stayed away from the booths. I preferred the comfort of my own apartment near the law school, and I was certain men were jerking off in them. I had no desire to come into contact with another man's bodily fluids. After the raven-haired beauty disappeared, I heard two men talking and realized the booths had glory holes.
I'd never seen a live sex act before and my curiosity got the best of me. My heart raced as I headed for the back of the store. Both of the booths on either side of the center booth showed 'occupied' so I waited. Another man joined me and avoided eye contact. Several minutes later, the booth to my right opened and a man hurriedly exited.
I looked at the man next to me, who still refused eye contact. "Come on, man," he hissed. "You gonna just stand there?" Embarrassed, I eased into the booth. It took me several minutes to get my bearings, but I finally saw light coming through a hole in the wall. I expected a soup can-sized hole. To my surprise, it was much larger--wider than a bowling ball, and rectangular. The sides were protected with neon orange duct tape. It was less a glory hole and more a glory window.
Still afraid to actually touch anything, I bent down the best I could and looked through. The video monitor in the center booth lit up the tall young woman, who was fucking some unknown man. As she humped back against the unknown cock, the light from the video monitor gave me intermittent views of what was happening.
Moaning, she bent forward and her hand came through the hole I was looking through, searching, beckoning. I felt like I was on cruise control. I unzipped my pants and stepped to her hand. She massaged me for a few moments before, grasping me firmly, she pulled me into her world. I felt her mouth on me, felt the hum of her moaning.
It didn't take much time, but I thought I heard the man on the other side finish. Regardless, her mouth came away from my cock and I saw her pussy through the hole as she impaled herself on me. I didn't think about sloppy seconds--or worse--until much later. Like the man before me, I hadn't lasted long either. I got the idea she wasn't disappointed. Somehow I knew it wasn't just anonymity that drove her, but quantity.
After I finished inside her, I'd suddenly felt guilty and had the urge to flee. But, again, my curiosity got the best of me and I stuck around in the aisles of the store. I counted 14 men after me, which meant 17 including the two before me. I was astounded. When it appeared there would be no more and my adrenaline levels crashed, I went to the nearby bathroom, drenched several paper towels under the faucet, and headed into a stall to clean myself for some subconscious reason.
While there, two hicks pulled the woman into the bathroom and fucked her on the floor, on the counter, and against the wall. I watched through the crack in the stall door and jerked off. When they were done, they left her on the disgusting floor in a heap.
I remained silent while she hurriedly brought herself to orgasm. It sounds odd, but I was afraid to reveal myself. When she'd caught her breath, she left the bathroom. As far as I know, I never saw her again, but I saw someone around campus who looked like her. It couldn't have been, though, because someone told me the girl I'd seen around campus was on the university volleyball team.
I'd returned to the store randomly, if infrequently, ever since. At least half the time, there was something unusual going on and interesting enough to keep the store in the back of my mind. I'd never seen another glory hole event like my first, but I'd seen others and not participated. I was too worried about STDs and none of the women I saw aroused me enough to take the risk.
After I graduated from law school, my infrequent trips grew non-existent. I bought a small house off of Redbud Trail past Westlake Drive, with a great balcony that looked out at downtown Austin peeking between the hills. Still the bookstore was in the back of my mind and glory holes and random, anonymous, multiple-partner sex was my go-to fantasy.
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"Ready?" I whispered to Kat out of the side of my mouth. I counted only seven men around the store. The Internet, I assessed, must have destroyed most places like this and marginalized the few that remained. I should have been surprised they were still in business. It was probably only the older crowd--the Luddites and the ignorant--that kept them going. I scanned the store again. All of the men were easily over 50.
She looked around, shaking, and gave a terse nod.
"Ever fuck a retiree?" I teased.
Her eyes widened. "Never even thought about it," she whispered.
I stuck out my hand. She looked at it, then at me. Though I couldn't hear it, I could see she was breathing heavily. She took a deep breath, slipped the coat past her shoulders, shrugged, and caught it as it fell past her waist. She handed it to me.
Kat stood there, naked except for her black high heels, and looked around the store. A moment later, she vanished into the center booth. I smiled slightly and shivered in anticipation. I turned and followed her. The booth was smaller than I remembered the one next to it being. It was barely wide enough for both of us to sit next to each other.
I quickly extracted a telescoping monopod from my jacket, extended it, then pulled a Canon HD camcorder out of my pocket and screwed it onto the monopod. I turned the flip screen around and, making sure the camera was zoomed all the way out and showed both sides of the booth, propped the camera in the corner. I adjusted it until it was stable and started recording.
I put all of my dollar bills into the video monitor and, after reviewing the channels, selected a gangbang video. I laughed at the oddity of having no glory hole videos in an actual glory hole video booth. Kat stood in the corner opposite the camcorder and watched each glory hole, oblivious to what I was doing.
When I was done, I leaned against the door next to her. As a warm up, she gave me a semi-distracted blow job. Several minutes--5, 10--went by and nothing. Nonplussed, Kat sat down and, for wont of something better to do, began watching the video while she absentmindedly massaged my cock. Several days earlier I'd explained my previous experiences with her and she'd initially refused to come here, telling me it wasn't what she had in mind, but she gradually warmed to the idea, revealing that it was kinkier to not even know what they looked like.
I considered going to the next booth just to give her the experience, when we heard a voice whisper from our right. "It's not gonna be the guy sucking my dick, is it?"
"No," I replied quietly before Kat could say anything. "I'm only here to make sure she doesn't get hurt." And to film everything, I thought.
Another minute passed, then a small, shriveled dick attached to an overweight groin area appeared at the hole. Kat stared at it for a moment, seemingly uncertain, then reached out and began stroking it the best she could. Her hand dwarfed the tiny cock. It stayed shriveled up, so she got to her knees and took it in her mouth. It quickly grew hard, so she stood, turned around, and positioned herself against it.
"He smells bad," she mouthed silently to me, then reached between her legs and inserted him. She moaned. "I've never been so turned on before," she said to no one in particular, and grasped my arm to brace herself. "It's hard to keep him inside me," she whispered. "He's too small and I'm too...slippery." Awkward at first, they eventually built a rhythm with him plunging into her as she fucked back against him.
A few minutes later, I heard him groan and Kat pushed her ass all the way to the wall as he came in her. She leaned over and looked between her legs. The light from the video monitor revealed his spasming balls hanging over the lip of the hole. He slipped free of her and Kat immediately went to her knees to clean him off. His cock disappeared when she was done.
"Did you come?" I asked her.
"No, but I was so close! I've never been this wet before. Feel me!"
"Uh...no."
"Oh, right," she laughed, and cupped her hand over her pussy.
"Was it what you'd hoped?"
"It wasn't quite wh--"
Her eyes moved to the hole the man had vacated. There was a new cock, this one already hard, poking through. It was considerably bigger than the previous one, but no better than average. She quickly went to her knees and took him in her mouth. A few seconds later, she let it slip from her lips with an audible smack.
"Wanna fuck me?" she asked quietly into the hole, peering upward into the darkness. A grunting sound came from within. "Okay, baby," she responded, "but you have to promise me you'll come inside my pussy. Can you promise that? Can you?" Another grunt.
