On a trip to Amsterdam my ex-husband and I did the whole sex and drugs thing for 4 days solid. On the third night, a Saturday, we went to a seedy-looking sex cinema (promising animals, watersports and young lesbians as I recall). We were going in there to try to get turned on even more I guess – see what was on in there then maybe go and drink some more before returning to the hotel, but it got more interesting than that.
There were 4 or 5 screens in this place (a few of which were just large rooms with dining chairs lined up) and we flitted between each of them looking for a cosy corner and a film that didn't look too grim. There were several other women in the place – in couples of course – so I didn't really feel uncomfortable. But we had been smoking pot, munching mushrooms, and, Jeez, it was all a bit of a daze.
On one of the higher floors – away from all the nipple clamps and candle wax – we found some quite alluring girl-on-girl action. I can't recall much of it now but it was certainly the first thing I felt like actually watching. We sat at the end of the row, arms around each other, and watched and giggled for a while. Eventually there were a few kisses and hands wandering and a bit of making out. I was wearing a leather-ish skirt with black boots, and Steve's hand was pushing up between my thighs, trying to gauge how wet I was.
I opened my legs, of course, and let him in, I was starting to get quite turned on and a few probing fingers were more than welcome. We were kissing nicely as his fingers ran along the outline of my pussy through my lace panties when someone sat next to me on the other side. We stopped in surprise, and Steve's hand moved back down to just above my knee. It was a regular-looking middle-aged guy, he was obviously looking at me as well as the screen – I was dressed pretty good and was a bit of a fox back then, and maybe he wanted to see what me and Steve got up to.
Anyway, after a few minutes Steve whispered: "Why don't put your hand on his crotch, start squeezing and rubbing a bit. I'm here to keep an eye on you..."
"OK," I smiled and gave him a deep, wish-me-luck kiss before turning to the on-screen action. My left arm had just kind of been resting, at the elbow, on the arm of the chair, and I let my hand flop down into this guy's lap. His surprise was obvious, and I smiled at him as he raised his eyebrows at me. He was already semi-hard at least and I stroked through the denim of his jeans quite lightly, the situation rather than the physical sensation bringing him fully erect.
Inevitably, he reached down and unfastened his trousers, rooting his cock out from inside his boxer shorts and letting it stand proud in the open. I remember thinking it was quite a nice cock, a good size too, and I wrapped my left hand around it, squeezing gently. At this point Steve took my right hand and placed it on his own groin, just to show me how turned on he was getting. And that set me off on a mission in much the same way the taxi fuck had earlier that year.
I was still squeezing the guy's cock rather than rubbing, but I could hear him moaning beneath his breath. I turned to him slightly, crossing my legs in the seat as I did so and managing to get my skirt riding up a bit to expose more of my thigh. I let go with my left and and reached over with my right – now he knew he was going to get a proper job. With a loose grip at first I started with long slow strokes up and down his cock, occasionally dragging my nails over the end. His eyes were flitting between his throbbing dick in the grip of this petite feminine hand and the brunette right next to him. He'd lost all interest in the lesbo action by now, obviously. His right hand wandered into my seat, trying to push up my skirt, but I moved it and whispered a no-nonsense "No". At that point I was envisaging Steve lending a hand down there.
The Man was squirming in his seat as I began to speed up a little, thinking it wouldn't take much to finish him. But, from behind, Steve whispered: "Suck him a little." I was fairly wet and he knew this would make me even worse. And I knew how much this would turn him on. I removed my hand climbed into a kneeling position on my chair, making sure my ass was right in Steve's face. My hands clambered over to the guy next door – whose eyes must have been popping out at this point – and my head slowly moved down towards his eagerly awaiting dick. I noticed across the aisle two guys were jerking furiously as they watched what they hoped would turn into a live sex show.
I took the cock with my right hand and began kissing it at first, then licking down the underside to the balls. It's fair to say it wasn't the sweetest smelling tool in the world but I was gagging for something to happen now. I nibbled and licked, breathed heavily over the end – did everything but take the whole thing in my mouth as I endeavoured to tease for a few minutes. My right hand worked the base, gradually taking a firmer grip, and I felt a hand rise up between my thighs and close around my pussy. It squeezed and I opened my legs to allow more room for manoeuvre.
The squeezing and gentle rubbing between my legs was making me moan a little. The time now seemed right to drown the cock in front of me inside my mouth, and I lowered on to it slowly, the hot wet enclosure making my new friend gasp out loud. I came back up, leaving as much of a saliva mess as I could, sucking hard on the end when I got back up there.
