In my earliest years hanging out in porn theaters, it was all about watching. To this day, though they have lessened some, my voyeuristic inclinations are among my strongest. Back in the day, I was often just as happy to stand back and watch - hoarding up mental images of the debauchery in front of me - while others actually did the deed. Somehow, it seemed that the event had a longer life (at least in my memory and fantasies) if I could take it all in, rather than being carried away by the momentary pleasure I might have experienced.
On the particular evening in question, there was no option. We all watched. No one was allowed to participate, or even touch. Only the two of them. And no one else was complaining.
They had walked into the Mel about an hour after I arrived. It was couples night, so the crowd was large and - unfortunately - completely comprised of men. We were all scattered throughout the cavernous old theater hoping that a couple would wander through those back doors. When they came in, I couldn't imagine that I was the only guy in the place surprised to see that they were both women. Holding hands and smiling at one another.
They took the first seat available as they walked down the left aisle. In those days the Mel had installed large seats that looked like they were originally designed for restaurants. You know, those high-backed benches that they used to make booths. They were wide enough for three, had a padded seat and back, and stood about four feet high. They were perfect for couples that didn't want to be disturbed, yet they were completely open to the view of anyone standing in front of them or leaning over the back.
The girls wasted no time. After sizing up the crowd and smiling at the attention they were getting, they immediately turned to one another and began to kiss. Soft, slow, playful kisses that appeared to be intentionally designed to slowly ramp up their passions. And ours. The guys formed a small semi-circle in front of the booth. I gathered that this wasn't their first night in the place. The rest of the crowd communicated a "look, but don't get too close vibe" that reaffirmed my suspicions.
Both of the women were brunettes. One was decidedly curvier than the other, and she seemed to be in charge. Or at least more aggressive. As she made out with her friend she began to work at opening her blouse, tugging at her skirt, and generally exposing her to the rest of us. My dick was growing in my pants and I noticed that I wasn't alone. Most of the guys, in fact, had unsheathed their cocks. Once the slimmer girl was nearly naked, the other stood and removed her own clothing, piece by piece. She never looked away from her girl. They both held eye contact: one stripping and the other running her hands all over her partially exposed body.
"Show us," the curvier one said when she was completely naked.
Her friend obliged, pulling the rest of her clothes off and placing them in a neat pile next to her. Rather than sitting down, the other reached into a bag and pulled out a small vibrator. She switched it on with a certain amount of drama, causing her friend to smile.
I watched, nearly in a daze, as she sat back down and kissed her friend again. She moved from her mouth to her left breast, the one closest to us, and kissed it gently. Then she raised the vibrator slowly and lightly caressed the woman's shoulder, sliding it toward the breast. It appeared as though she were barely touching her skin. We watched as her nipple hardened in anticipation of the coming sensation. Over the next five minutes, she moved from breast to breast, alternating between kisses and the vibrator.
With time, the slim woman slid further down in her seat and was eventually lying down. Her knees were elevated, leaving room for her friend who slid between them with a mischievous smile. Switching off the vibrator, she leaned up and over her friend, kissing her deeply. We could see their tongues dancing as their bodies pressed into one another.
After breaking the kiss, the curvier one began to slowly work her way down her friend's body, leaving a trail of soft kisses along her neck and shoulders. She paused at her breasts, sensuously kissing and sucking the nipples on each. As she moved from one to the other, the hardened nipple glistened under the flickering light of the movie behind us. The slimmer girl was breathing harder now. The playful smiles were gone, replaced by a growing urgency, driven by their passion.