I was just walking. I was so furious that I had no destination in mind. All through Junior High and High School Roger and I had been together. We were each other's first and I thought only. When I showed up at his dorm room to surprise him, this slutty little sophomore answered the door wearing nothing but his letterman jacket. What a prick!
Now here I was walking through a really rough looking part of a town that I had never been in before. I had tears streaming down my face and was shaking. At that moment all I wanted in the world was to hurt him as bad as he had hurt me. Then I got my chance.
I saw his distinctive canary yellow corvette make the corner in front of me. I could see that he was alone in the car. He was probably coming to find me and give me some lame ass excuse. Suddenly I wanted nothing more that to be invisible. He hadn't noticed me yet, but he would. Then he would pull over and talk to me and all of the anger would leave. I would look into those beautiful eyes and all would be forgiven...until next time. With guys like him, there was always a next time. At least that is what all of my friends said about men. Until now I thought I managed to find the one that wasn't like that.
Anyway, I had to find a place to hide, quickly. He would see me any minute. I looked around for any open businesses. There weren't many. I guess every one was closed for Thanksgiving. There was some type of bookstore to my right. I could go in there and disappear between the rows of shelves. But there was some crazy guy standing in front of the door. He was preaching about the end times like they were happening right now. That was all I needed. To get trapped by this raving lunatic until Roger had to notice me. So I dove into the only other open door, the one to my left.
It didn't occur to me at first what type of establishment this was. I thought it was just a run down Movie Theater. In a way it was. Only, it was an adult theatre. There were peeling posters on the wall of huge breasted women with nothing but what looked like rubber bands covering their bodies. At what passed for the ticket counter, sat an ancient looking woman with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth. She didn't even look up as I approached her.
"Seven fifty sweetheart." I was amazed at the long ash that didn't drop from the tip of the cigarette even as she spoke. I pulled out a wad of money from my purse and thrust it at her. My only thought was, what if Roger sees me through the filthy glass of the place.
I went through the only other door of the place and had to stop to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. I had never been to a place like this before and didn't know what to expect. It was strange. There were about twelve or thirteen men spaced out among the seats. There was not soft chatting like in a normal theatre before the film starts. There were no plush seats with cup holders. Instead there were long benches with backs and cushions. Instead of the littering of popcorn and soda cups there were napkins strewed around.
It finally hit me what kind of situation I was in. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I had dressed to impress Roger. I was in a stretchy short black skirt and a sheer hot pink blouse that showed most of the cleavage that I had. Now I was in a place that horny men go strictly for the purpose of getting off.
A million things raced through my mind. What if all of these guys got some idea that I was a working girl, so to speak, and propositioned me? Worse yet, what if they didn't care if I wanted their attention or not? I started to turn around and leave. If I had to deal with Roger, that was OK. At least he wouldn't force me to do anything I didn't want to. Then I saw the one thing that convinced me to stay. In the last row, sitting all by herself, was a young woman. Instantly I thought that she might be the aforementioned working girl. It didn't matter though. She was a woman all by herself. If I sat near her, everyone else should leave me alone and I wouldn't have to face Roger. A quick thought of the sophomore finalized my decision for me. I took a seat two down from the woman.
If she was a prostitute, she didn't dress the part. As a matter of fact, she looked more out of place than I did. She was also wearing a short skirt, but it was business like. She wore a silk blouse buttoned all the way to the top and tied with a scarf at the throat. She was a little older that I had at first imagined, probably in her late twenties. She was very pretty and again I thought of Roger's infidelity.
I sat and turned my attention to the screen that was now starting to light up. The movie wasted no time at all giving people their money's worth. Before the credits had even finished, there was an enormously endowed man trying to make his manhood fit inside a rather ugly girl with big tits. My thoughts drifted away to Roger and the sophomore again. I started getting angry again. Finally I forced myself to stop thinking about it. I looked around and was not too surprised to see many of the men with their pants unzipped and fondling themselves. It was shocking, but interesting at the same time.
I finally looked back at the screen again to see that the scene had changed. Now there was a petite blonde laid on her back completely nude. This one was much prettier than the last. She was touching herself, very much like I touch myself when I am alone. She started moaning and really getting in to it. That was unlike me. I am always quiet, in case someone might hear and guess what I am doing.
Suddenly another woman, this one also petite but Asian, came on screen. She started helping the blonde. First she touched her with gentle touches and then not so gentle. I had watched porn's with Roger once, but it was just guy to girl. I had never seen two women have sex. It was strangely erotic. The little Asian's mouth looked so good going over the blonde's body. I felt myself start to breathe a little faster. Then I felt the familiar tingle between my thighs. I watched the movie and the men jacking off to the movie until it actually became uncomfortable not to touch myself.
I repositioned myself on the bench to try to put more pressure on my aching crotch. It seemed to be working; the bothersome tingling wore off a bit. I became engrossed in the images before me again. The girls were still caressing each other's body. I started to daydream, putting myself in the blonde's place, with the Asian girl lightly brushing across my nipples. I felt them stiffen under my shirt and felt the smooth texture of it glide across them. It sent ripples through my body and I quivered.
Then something happened that froze me in place. All thoughts of Roger and the sophomore, or the movie in front of me disappeared instantly. I was terrified. Someone was gently squeezing my tit. It didn't hurt, but I was paralyzed just the same. I looked straight ahead, as if I ignored it, it would go away. Instead the gentle squeeze became rubbing. Fingers found my hard nipple easily through the thin shirt. No matter how scared I was my body responded differently.
The screen came back into vision for me and I noticed the same thing being done to the blonde in the movie. The same circular motion around and around the nipple. It was driving her crazy. I understood how she felt. Finally I got the nerve up to see who my phantom hand belonged to. Again, there was a brief moment of shock. The hand was not attached to some sweaty hairy man, but the nice looking lady I had sat beside. As we made eye contact she didn't stop. She only smiled and asked me if it felt good.
I couldn't speak or move. I was horrified that I was letting another woman feel me up in some shabby adult theatre. But it felt so damn good to be touched like that. I think she understood my confusion. She made the next decision for me.
