Adventure in a Porn Movie Theater

This took place many, many years ago.  I remember every detail. I worked in a shopping district in my city.  Next door was a movie theatre, which I had been going to for most of my young life, back when there were double feature westerns, with an adventure serial in between.  Just before this story happens, the theater became a porn theater (this was way before the internet).  I even became friendly with the guy who drove the movies from state to state (there were strict laws at that time about interstate transportation of porn).   He told me that any time I wanted to see a movie, he would give me free passes.  At 24, I was psyched to see porn on the big screen. At the same time, I met my (soon to be) girlfriend (call her Roni, age 20), later my wife, later my ex-wife, but that's another story. I had only been out with Roni once, but already had the sense (which turned out to be correct) that she was very adventurous and very sexual.   That particular week the theater was showing the double feature Deep Throat and The Devil in Miss Jones, two very well known and controversial porn films. I took a chance and asked Roni if she wanted to see these movies (I told her I was motivated by the fact that the admission was free.  HAHA).  She eagerly agreed. The theater itself had a large orchestra area, and a small, dark balcony.  Porn films attracted a limited audience, so when we went in, I suggested it would be nice to view from the balcony, thinking we could get some privacy.  Again, she agreed.  When we got there, we were apparently the only people who wanted to climb the stairs, so we were completely alone for the duration of the 2 movies. We sat in the front row, so we could get a good view over the railing.  Roni was on my left. I should describe Roni.  Short, beautiful dirty blond hair, very shapely body, and a seductive manner.  That night she was wearing a mini skirt (the style at the time) and a shear loose fitting button top.  I could see the bra straps underneath.  BTW, I was wearing jeans, and a button shirt, my usual dress. I was a bit nervous, but also excited.  The movies began.  Within short order, there was explicit sex going on right in front of us, on a giant screen.  I had an uncomfortable hard-on almost immediately after the first nudity came on, and it got worse as the explicitness increased.  I squirmed a bit, but it didn’t help, and I didn’t feel I could reach down to adjust myself, so I sat there in my discomfort. I looked over at Roni, and her eyes were glued to the screen, a slight smile on her face.  I put my left arm around her, and she leaned into me.  A good sign.  We watched for a few more minutes with no additional movement. Finally, I reached over and put my right hand on her right thigh.  No reaction (meaning she didn’t push me away).  All the while she kept watching the screen.  I took that as a cue to keep going. I removed my left arm from around her, and put that on her thigh instead of my right hand, giving me more maneuverability.  I started to massage her thigh, moving higher and higher.  She seemed fine with that, as long as she could keep watching the hot sex on the screen. Clearly, this was going well.  I moved my hand further up her thigh.  After I looked around quickly to be sure we hadn’t been joined in the balcony, I whispered to her, “you’d be more comfortable if you took off your shirt”. She turned, looked directly into my eyes, and while staring at me, began to unbutton her shirt.  She removed it, set it on the seat to her left, and returned her eyes to the screen.  Her bra was pastel (I forget what color), and thin enough that I could easily see her erect nipples through the fabric. I touched one breast and began to massage.  She moaned softly.  I pushed her head slightly forward with my other hand so I could unhook her bra (something I had become adept at doing with one hand).  She did not resist.  I pulled the straps down, she raised her arms, and off came the bra, which I tossed on top of the shirt.  She had gorgeous perky tits, luscisous nipples and very soft skin. I loved what was happening.  I decided to continue massaging her breasts while we both watched the (now very, very hot and explicit) movie.  A few minutes into this, she reached over and put her hand on my hard-on inside my jeans (remember the hard-on?  Believe me, I hadn’t forgotten).  What a feeling.  I had never engaged in risky sex before, and this was getting very thrilling. She wrapped her hand around my cock as best she could, and moved up and down.  I moaned (louder than she had), but she still kept her eyes on the screen.  I decided she might need some help, so I reluctantly removed my hand from her tit, and slowly unzipped my fly.  In those days, I wore tighty whities, which fortunately had an easily worked opening in the front.  Once my fly was down, she reached inside, and deftly worked the opening (clearly she was as sexual as I had guessed) until my cock popped out, straight up from my fly, proud, hard, and big.  She didn’t even look at it, she just started to stroke me. I returned my hand to her body, but this time her thigh again, and moved right up to her panties.  I only rubbed her very wet panty front for a short time before I whispered, “May I help you remove those?” She raised her body up (never removing her hand from my cock), and I reached under her skirt with both hands and pulled her panties down to her ankles.  She removed her legs, reached down, took her panties, and placed them on top of her bra. She was still stroking me and watching the screen.  I began to directly massage her clit, and inserted my thumb in her pussy.  It was so slippery.  She began to moan in earnest, and stroke me faster.  I wanted this to last, especially since the movie was such a turnon. I said, “Slow down.  Let’s enjoy each other’s bodies.  We’ve got two movies to watch.” She finally looked at me, looked at my cock, smiled and raised her eyebrows, looked back at me and said, “Great idea”. So we spent the rest of the first movie rubbing tits, cocks, pussies, and every other body part we could get at (I had meantime removed my shirt so she could touch my chest), occasionally turning to french kiss each other (not for too long as we didn’t want to miss any especially hot scenes). A man and woman edging together in front of a porn movie.  It can’t possibly get hotter than that. I forget which movie was first, but it ended.  The lights came up. I knew we were alone upstairs, and didn’t expect company.  She remained topless, as did I.  She looked around just to be sure, then lowered her mouth onto my cock.  I’ve never before or since felt anything quite as exciting.  A fully lit theatre, with a few dozen people milling around downstairs, and I’m getting a blow job in the balcony.  I was rapidly getting to the point of no return, and I didn’t want that to happen yet. I said, “I’d like to lick you before I cum, if that’s OK” She laughed and said, “Right, like I might say no”. There was enough room between the seats and the railing for me to get on my knees.  I pushed her skirt all the way to her waist.  What a beautiful cunt I saw, in bright lighting.  No one shaved in those days, but her pubic hair was a nice dirty blond color, soft, and every part was sopping wet. I but one hand under her beautiful ass, and then I pulled her lips apart, and began to lick up and down her slit.  I stopped each time to flick her clit.  She moaned and pushed her body up into my mouth.  I licked harder and harder, and she breathed faster and faster.  Finally, I put my tongue directly on her clit, licked rapidly, and she came with a muffled scream, pushing her pussy into my face so hard I thought I might have a broken nose. I kept licking until she calmed down.  I got back in my seat, my hard cock still pointing out of my fly.  She left her skirt around her waist, making her almost naked, and then unbuckled my belt, pulled my jeans and undies down to my ankles.  She removed them and threw them on top of my shirt.  I was now completely naked myself. Before she could put her mouth on me again, the lights went down for the second show. I said, “Great.  :Slow down for a minute or two while we get hotter from the film.” She immediately knew what I wanted.  She sat up and resumed stroking me, but very slowly.  Clearly, she understood the exquisite torture of edging, and was good at it.  She watched the movie the whole time, while massaging, then stopping, then starting until I was bucking up and down, then stopping abruptly.  I was in agony, and more turned on than I had ever been. I loved it.  We both kept our eyes on the screen.  After about 10 minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore, and with her next stroke, I came a bucket of jizz, shooting on to the railing and the floor, maybe 6 or 7 shots.  I muffled a scream, which happened to coincide with the stars of the film having orgasms on screen.  Cool. She kept her hand on my cock as it began to shrink.  Then she surprised me. She used her other hand to masturbate herself.  This time I watched her body, her erect nipples, her flushed face and breasts, her sopping wet pussy.  Clearly she needed another orgasm, and within literally 2 minutes, she came again.    What a thrill. We watched the rest of the film in our nakedness, our hands touching each other’s now relaxed bodies, and when it was over, we dressed as best we could while seated (we would be seen over the railing if we stood up).  Once dressed, she put her hand on my neck and kissed me tenderly.  We held hands, walked down the stairs, and left the theatre. Over the next many years we had lots of risky public sex.  Sometimes I really miss her.