Early one Friday night, I went to my favorite adult theater.
I always leaned against the back wall and just looked into the huge dark theater upon arrival. Many guys just cruised up and down the aisles. I always thought that one missed too much doing the walk.
After years of experience, my eyes were well trained. Using the illumination from the big screen, I could spot couples or single people easily. I could even tell if a cloaked figure was male or female by the way it moved. If you wanted any action during the hunt, you had to be a keen observer.
Tonight those skills would not be necessary. You just had to be at the right place, at the right time.
The only entrance to the theater, were two centered, double doors. Tonight one of those doors remained open. As a result, a yellow, diffused light from the lobby projected about 20 feet down the grand main aisle of the theater. I stood in the darkness, away from the door.
About seven yards in front of me was a fifty-inch high, walled railing. It ran the length of the back of the theater making way only for the five aisles.
After smoking a cigarette, I headed back to the concession stand to buy a coke when I saw a couple walking thru the lobby, headed toward the theater.
It would have been impossible not to notice the woman. She appeared to be in her early thirties, shoulder length, light brown hair, lively blue eyes, and was attractively proportioned. She was wearing a blouse, unbuttoned, but held partially closed by the tails of the blouse that were tied in a knot just below her titties. As I walked passed them I could easily see she was not wearing a bra.
Her escort was older and was dressed in business casual. Not the type of clothes most guys would wear to an adult theater.
I immediately about faced and followed them into the theater. From behind, I observed that she was wearing some type of short, flared skirt with an elastic waistband that just barely covered her tight, ample cheeks. She was definitely pantyless. Her long legs had a slight oiled sheen. This woman had come prepared - for anything I thought.
Instead of walking down the main aisle, the couple veered a few to the left and stopped up against the walled railing. I'd returned to my original location and watched them.
They each smoked a cigarette and appeared to converse, perhaps about the girl-girl scene that was playing. Who knows? I do know her escort, did not seem to be anything more than an escort this evening. They did not appear to be a romantic couple or husband and wife.
