This series contains my memories (often written hours they occurred) of some of my favorite experiences in porn theaters over the years. They appear here in chronological order. It isn't necessary to read the previous accounts, though doing so will give you some idea of where I was along the timeline of my development in this "hobby".
Once I realized that the women who came to porn theaters would sometimes provide a better show than what was on the screen, I quickly began to research theater locations so that I could indulge in my new "hobby". I traveled a fair amount in those years, so one of my first tasks anytime I went to a new city was to explore the local porn theaters.
One of the first theaters that I knew of that had regular action with couples was the Mel in the city of Melvindale, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit. They used to have couples' nights during the week, allowing couples to attend for free. Those were the nights I would try to drop in whenever I was in the area.
Like a lot of other porn houses in the 70's and 80's, the Mel was an old theater, built in the 40s at a cost of $250,000! It had style and for many years was the center of community life in Melvindale, even hosting the local high school graduations. As movie-goers headed to the new malls with their multiplex theaters, the Mel, like so many others, began losing money. Until they turned to porn.
What made this theater unique was the unusual seating arrangement. Like all of those big, old theaters, there was more than enough room to accommodate an average porn audience. The room was almost as wide as it was deep, with two aisles, rather than a single, center aisle. Outside of those two aisles, the owners had removed the theater seats and installed something that would remind you of half a restaurant booth. With high backs and comfortable padding, these seats would comfortably handle three people. They offered a measure of privacy when viewed from behind since it was impossible to see who might be sitting in one - or what they were doing. But from the front, you could easily all of the action. For the most part, couples sat in these seats.
It was my very second visit to the Mel. The first wasn't noteworthy, except for the fact that I learned that couples were free on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
My next visit was the very next Tuesday.
I had been there for about a half hour when a couple walked in. They moved down the right aisle, stopping about halfway down and dropping into one of those booth seats.
She was blonde, cute, and wearing a massive winter coat. One of those navy blue parkas with the fur around the hood. She left it zipped completely up and stared directly at the screen, sitting upright and rigid, as though she were afraid to be there.
The crowd paid them little mind. Interestingly, most of the guys were seated about a third of the way down in the theater in the center section. And they sat remarkably close to one another. I assumed they were looking for male attention and kept my distance a few rows behind them while trying to keep an eye on the only couple in the place.
I distinctly remember the sound. It eventually became familiar to me over the years, serving as a harbinger of good things to come. It was the click of a high heel on the tile that covered the floor in the back of the room. Every head in the room spun to see a 30-something blonde in a blue dress being led down the aisle by a guy who looked to be 25 years her senior. They walked with purpose toward the front of the theater and turned into the aisle where I was sitting. The other men immediately began to move toward her.
I was stunned when she tugged at a belt in the middle of the dress and let the fabric fall away as she sat, revealing her tits and panty-covered pussy. She smiled at the growing crowd, allowing everyone to reach in for a feel. They were firm, probably C-cups, and both looked and felt amazing. I was exactly two seats to her left, so the reach was easy for me.
Her man never entered the row with her. Others did. And the first guy who dropped into the seat to her right pulled his dick out. She wasted no time in grabbing it and beginning to stroke.
An older guy was now sitting on my left, asking me if I was going to move over.
Perhaps I should give some context. I was still in my teens. "Inexperienced" would be a kind way to describe my sex life. I certainly wasn't ready to expose myself in front of 15 guys only to let them see me (undoubtedly) erupt as soon as a complete stranger got her hand close to my erection.
I stepped away, allowing my new friend to slide over two seats while the rest of the row followed him.
I retreated. My initial plan was to compose myself, reevaluate, and then rejoin the group at a later point. I got distracted.
