The crowds around the old Victorian theatre in Soho are a real mixture. Most of the people there at night are just passing by or curious but there are also those looking for illicit sex. The area has been cleaned up to a certain extent but a core of the seedy sex industry remains to tempt and satisfy the post work businessmen, the bored and the usual tourists both browsing and looking for stimulation.
There is also always a contingent of drunks, pimps, and prostitutes around, but they generally stay off the street and work the pubs in the area, only coming out to strut or stagger off into the night .
The streets were basically non-threatening and clean but with the undercurrent of available sex running through the entire area, all advertised in gaudy bright neon displays.
The theatre sits in the heart of it all. At the front in what used to be the foyer are the usual assorted sex toys and magazines, along with the prerequisite bored person sitting behind a glass topped desk. Further back are a row of individual live chat rooms where for £20 you can have a private talk with a naked woman who sits behind a glass screen while she masturbates for you.
Behind all this is the theatre itself, now converted to a single screen cinema dedicated solely to the more hardcore variety of erotic films.
I knew nothing about the theatre before that night, but I will never forget it after a night in it with Ann.
We were walking by idly browsing the sex shops in the area when Ann suggested we go inside. It was not the film we were looking for but the darkness and seclusion. We had been walking round all afternoon very conscious of each other, touching and teasing continually and winding each other up to breaking point. I had been semi hard for what seemed like hours, my heavy cock straining uncomfortably against my underwear, not hard but swollen and sensitive. I knew Ann was the same way, moist and sensitively swollen for me. Now with the heavy current of sex running between us and the added stimulation of the sex shops and basement bars we wanted each other desperately, the theatre seemed like our opportunity.
We bought our ticket for the darkly lit theatre and were welcomed in by the sounds of moaning issuing from the lady pleasuring herself on the large screen.
The actress was sucking one cock and had her arse filled by another while she fucked herself determinedly with an immense black dildo. All this while a second woman straddled her, offering her cleanly shaven vagina to her gasping mouth. Interesting acting skills, limited dialog, but very erotic nevertheless.
Ann led the way to our seat. She seemed to have a slightly different motive than just having sex at the back of the theatre. Intrigued I followed her blindly as she selected a seat right in the middle and close to the front of the sparsely populated theatre.
The seating capacity within the theatre only about 80 anyway, so even though there weren't any more that a maximum of 20 people watching the film, they still felt very close.
Ann and I took our seats and settled in to watch the demonstration on the screen before us, exciting ourselves even further. As I watched I scanned the room and saw only men, most appeared to be masturbating slowly but openly while they watched the show.
Ann even shivered a little. It was not exactly what she had expected I could tell. Knowing Ann, she wasn't going to let the proximity of the other men change whatever it was that she came here for.
She put her hands on my thigh and whispered "Do you think these men would notice us if we fucked in here? It's pretty dark? Do you think they could see?"
Before I could answer, Ann began unbuttoning her skirt slowly opening it. She moved a little in her seat wriggling out of her pants and sat naked from the waist down to her shoes in the theatre seat, the coarse threadbare velvet rubbing against her sensitive skin.
