A "Dirty" Movie Theatre

It’s small, privately owned, being too small to be of interest to any of the cinema chains as the building couldn’t be converted into a multi-screen….unless you wanted 20 seats in each screen! 

During the afternoon, it quite unashamedly shows old sex movies from the 70s and 80s. Think ‘Emmanuelle’ and similar. I felt like something different so paid and went in. 

There were only a dozen people in there, mostly men but a couple of women, and everyone spaced well apart. One of the Emmanuelle franchise was showing…I forget which one. Everyone was watching the movie and during the sexy scenes, everyone was masturbating. The subtle movements up and down of shoulders gave the game away. 

Looking over to my right, a bored teenage female usher who had, no doubt, seen it all before sat with her little torch on a specially reserved staff seat…presumably not one covered in semen or girl cum, but she had a clear view of me since I was on an aisle seat. Well..I figured…a show for a show? 

Now although there were the obligatory exit lamps glowing softly the cinema was in darkness as you’d expect, but the backwash of light from the screen illuminated us all unusually strongly.while not every detail could be seen, there would easily be enough light for my usher to see what I was doing…assuming I did anything. 

There was one scene where the star (Sylvia Crystal?) is looking in one of those end-of-the-pier ‘What the butler saw” machines, you put in a coin, turn a handle and some mildly erotic scene plays out. While she’s doing this, a really handsome male dance teacher masturbates her from behind. What got me going though was the girl Emmanuelle had come to collect who was a student. She was sitting on the floor, knees together but feet splayed, showing the perfect up skirt which got me horny. As the star was being masturbated, I started too. 

I used both hands to pull my skirt up and slowly slip my panties down to my ankles and then off. I smelled them, making sure the usher saw and at the same time conveying that I liked the scent of a girl. Now, I can edge wonderfully. It would have been easy for me to cum right there and then, but during the ensuing sex scenes I used them to finger myself, after which I looked sideways at the usher who hadn’t taken her eyes off me and I made sure she saw me lick my fingers. 

I did think of moving over one seat and inviting my obviously interested usher to sit next to me, but for some reason I didn’t. What I did notice though was her hand was now down the front of her jeans. Oh well…I’ll take that as a win, then. At the end of the movie, Emmanuelle and her husband have a threesome with the teenage girl and I used that to cum to. I knew I’d squirt, but I figured it wouldn’t matter too much since the cinema already smelled of semen and to a lesser extent, girl cum. 

When I came, though, I was watching the usher, not the movie. She had her jeans down a little and I could see the tops of her thighs with her hand working away between them nicely. She saw an arc of girl cum shoot from me as I orgasmed, and I got to see her cum which protracted my cum. 

I didn’t bother with the end of the final scene. I got up, panties in hand and walked straight to her. Once there, I took her hand and sucked her fingers. Then I dropped my wet undies in her lap, smiled and walked out into the bright sunlight. 

Wanking with lots of other people is a highly erotic thing to do…especially when they’re all pretending not to be wanking and pretending to be interested only in the ‘art’ and ‘cinematography’ of the movie. It was how my sister and I started. 

I do hope that teenager made use of my panties. Someone told me cinemas now have infra-red cameras, or some such, so that owners can monitor their premises. I do hope so. I’d love to imagine some old man in a projection booth watching me wank off on a screen and joining in himself.