Our loving swinger foursome, Steven, Cyan, Jackson, and Emily, have had a full day on the road and are almost at their hotel for the evening after stopping for dinner. While they were figuring to be off their feet in anticipation of plans made with a new friend for much later, the girls, Emily particularly, were thinking they could use a little bit of sexy-ish play to recharge their libidos.
Steve and Cyan suggested looking for an adult theater to maybe catch a porn flick, which they did admit the video itself would be mostly for laughs, that the real entertainment was potentially the audience. Jackson expressed that his and Emily's previous encounters with the porn theaters was mostly negative, but they were amenable to the idea given the experience and guidance of their new lovers.
Steve suggested Emily use the big SUV's navigation system to search the area for "adult video". She found something possibly of interest in a downtown location.
Steve has just parked the car at the hotel.
"Okay, all. We're here. Let's unload, do a quick cleanup and give that theater a try. Everyone cool with that?"
Confirmation nods from the group.
"What do we wear, Steve?" Em asks.
"What you have on is pretty close. Long tees, barely enough to cover, easy off. Cyan? You'll want a tee instead of that dress."
"Okay. So we're figurin' on being naked there?"
"Not necessarily. Just prepared for it if it feels okay to us."
Refreshed and relaxed, the crew rejoins in the SUV. Steve takes off for parts west based on the nav system from Emily's earlier search.
"Is there a game plan?" Jackson inquires as Steve parks the car a half a block away from the theater.
"No idea!" Steve answers. "We have to see the lay of the land first. We'll have to..."
Jax interrupts, "Fuck. Yeah, 'play it by ear.' Gawd, Steve!" He shakes his head, interrupting Steve's stale joke.
The girls laugh at them.
Expecting a theater, at least based on the signage outside, the four enter what appears to be a sex toys and video store. So Jax steps up to the counter to ask the clerk, "Theater?"
"$12 per couple."
Jackson reaches into a pocket, but Steve rushes to the counter and hands the clerk a twenty and a fiver.
"
Steve!
" Jax protests.
"Nope! You know the rules. This is on us."
Jackson inhales and shakes his head, staring at the floor.
"Over there," the clerk nods towards a black door. "All the way back."
Once past the door, with it closed behind them Emily removes her shirtdress.
Steve glances back and sees this, "Not yet, Em. We don't know what we're going to find in the theater."
"I'll put it back on only if I have to, Steven."
The four continue down a dim hallway lined with video booths on each side. As they pass one roughly in the middle, the occupant apparently heard their chatter and reaches out through the curtain to maybe cop a feel as they pass. A quick hip swing on Emily's part avoids the probing fingers.
She stops, giggles, and backs into the anonymous hand. After letting him or her -- most likely him -- softly caress her ass cheek, she giggles again, turning around to grant permission to explore her crotch. She pushes into it, inviting one and then two fingers into her pussy, rewarding the intruding but gentle hand with a purring moan.
The rest of the foursome had stepped past but is now paused waiting for her to catch up. Steve starts to open his mouth to coax Em into coming along, but squelches the impulse in the realization that this, too, is part of the sex theater experience, and why should he dictate what his lover should and shouldn't enjoy?
Em softly strokes the forearm before gently grasping the wrist to pull it away from the intimate intrusion. She pats the arm as to say "thank you", on which the hand gives her a thumbs-up in a return "thanks".
"(Gawd. That was fun!)" Em whispers after rejoining the group, punctuated by a little shiver.
"(Sort of like a glory hole,)" Cyan returns.
"(Oh, a little, I guess. Never done those 'cause I think they're creepy. Gawd. They're all about a guy's cock. The curtain thing felt sorta good, though.)"
Steve quietly cracks opens the door to the indicated theater area, sticks his head in, then motions the others to step in. It's quite a bit larger than expected, with two aisles and a real stage. This must have actually been a movie theater in its previous life.
Cyan looks to Steven, who nods in response having checked out the scene in the darkened theater. They apparently have a regular routine for playing in porn theaters. There are six or seven men scattered around the seating area, a couple of them glancing back to see who has arrived, hoping beyond hope that it's not yet another guy. The flick showing on the screen is the same old trope our gang can easily ignore, well-worn actresses doing blowjobs on unrealistically endowed men. Ho hum.
"Don't start!" Steve scolds Cyan.
"(Start
what
, Steve?)" Em asks.
"(Oh, she always has to comment about the god-awful background music, the fake moaning, the fake slurping sounds. I hope there's not any anal in this film. That really sets her off.)"
Cyan softly chuckles; her expression is a silly, "Who? Me?" grin.
