College
Austin, TX
1983
Midterms my sophomore spring semester had been a thorough drain and now I needed to release that tension. I thought about what to do, but the inevitable moment "anonymous video arcade sex" popped into my brain it crowded out all other thoughts.
There was simply no point in fighting it. Salacious and slutty always won. Still does.
And being too young to go to a bar but old enough to enter an adult bookstore, well, the decision kind of made itself. I found it a turn on that I was not allowed to consume alcohol, but I was allowed to consume cocks in a dark backroom. It felt extra sinful.
I spent the next hour getting ready. The feeling of being freshly douched, showered, and my smoothly shaved body got me in a sexy mood like nothing else.
But what to wear?
Panties, of course. Always panties! Once I slither out of my pants, my panties never fail to broadcast to some lucky guy that he is in the presence of complete boy slut. I've never once had a negative reaction.
(I hadn't tested my very personal lingerie fetish on a female at that point in my life. That seemed trickier.)
Unlike now, I didn't possess a robust collection of panties back then, but I did have one of my all-time favorites, a sheer baby blue low-waist bikini. It wasn't skintight; it had some room, which I preferred. My peenie could slide around and enjoy the misty feeling. It had a dainty and delicate waistband, which I liked, too, especially when it snapped lightly into place right above my modest penis.
It didn't completely cover my full bottom, either, which was such a hot look, and it showcased my silky smooth merchandise just right.
With that on under a pair of hip-hugging red nylon gym shorts, I pulled on a moderately tight navy blue t-shirt (about the best I could do as far as "revealing" clothing at the time), put on white tennis shoes and white ankle socks, and walked to the adult bookstore near the edge of campus.
Oh, I had three dollars in quarters making a racket in the pocket of my shorts. I imagined that as I neared the arcade, that jingling made me sound like a kitten with bells on her collar. I wondered if discerning ears could pick up on it the closer I got. A dinner bell, of sorts.
Once inside the arcade at the back of the bookstore, I parked in a viewing booth, locked the door, loaded up the machine with quarters, and chose the gayest video I could find. I stripped down to my sheer panties and began running my hands over my body, getting super turned on by the screen action and the look of my writhing smooth softness bathed in the soft glow of the screen.
Honestly, it was super hot.
Pinching my nipples while two fit men sixty-nine-d on the small screen felt so satisfyingly erotic. If someone gazed through one of the gloryholes to my right or left (and they would), they'd see me feeling up my mostly naked body, rubbing my erect thingy through my panties. I loved being ogled by clothed horny men.
I heard the door of the booth to my left open and close, followed by the sound of quarters falling into the viewer one clunk at a time. I squatted down to peek through the gloryhole and there he was. His khakis and boxers pulled down to mid-thigh and he was stroking his decent cock (cut, maybe six inches if I remember correctly). He wasn't obscenely hairy, either.
I pressed my face to the hole with my mouth open and tongue out. (Who could resist that?!?!) A few seconds later I felt his stiff dick sliding over my tongue and into my mouth.
There was precum! It tasted yummy!
I went to work pumping my mouth up and down, occasionally stopping to kiss and lick his solid shaft. It had such a nice spongy head; it really was made to savor.
Eventually he pushed his slightly hairy balls through my feeding hole, and I gave them a thorough tongue bath while stroking him.
I returned to his cock, letting my mouth fill with saliva so everything was extra slick. After a few minutes of focused sucking, he did that unmistakable tensing up and filled my college boy mouth with a whole lot of spunk. I swallowed it all and did some light tongue cleaning of his deflating dick before he pulled back, dressed, and departed.
Not very romantic, but man was I turned on by all of that.
I stood and noticed that the viewing room to the right was now occupied. I hadn't heard anyone come in, but hopefully he watched me suck off the other guy. All he would have seen was a slutty college boy on his knees and from behind, but who wouldn't be turned on by that? Especially one in sexy panties, right?
My new neighbor stuck a finger through our common hole signaling his interest. Showtime!
I could see him eyeing me, so I ran my hands up my torso and back down to my panties, sliding my hands inside to rub my stiffy. Then I minced up to the wall, bent down on my knees, and when he stood up, I spied a white male playing with his smooth dick. Again, six inches, maybe. Not bad at all.
I opened my mouth into a wet invitation and his RSVP arrived immediately!
No teasing, no foreplay, just straight into my mouth. It did taste nice, and I believe I detected the taste of precum just like the first guy. Excellent! I went to work pumping my mouth up and down his erection. His moans let me know he was enjoying it!
I took a small break to reach under his cock and to coax his balls through the hole. They, too, were smooth. I pushed his dick upward and began slathering his nuts with my spit. Sloppy wet balls are so sexy!
I slid his yummy pole back in my mouth and began sucking in earnest. I bet I twirled my tongue all over his meat a million times.
As I was pumping, he slowly withdrew and I noticed he was bending down, bringing his face into view. He was cute, a total bonus.
"May I please come to your booth? I'd like to play with that ass," he asked.
"Okay. Sure," I answered. This was an exciting development!
I saw him pull up his pants and step out of his viewing room. Then came a quiet knock.
Getting off my knees, I opened the door without any thought as to who might see me. I mean, I do enjoy showing myself off, especially in panties and even more especially when everyone knows I'm being unabashedly slutty.
Standing there in full view, a passing CMNM sensation sprinkled tingles all over my body.
He stepped in and after a little bit of close quarters shuffling around, I closed the door and latched it. As best I could tell, my movie date was in his late twenties. Easy on the eyes, too.
I felt his hands on my boy hips and he gently pulled me toward him, pressing his lips against mine. Kissing in an adult video booth? On display in my favorite panties? With a cute guy? Yes, please!
Making out was heavenly! As our tongues had a getting-to-know-you shoving match, I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, managing to get his pants and briefs right below his ass. I started stroking his Twizzler with one hand and slid my other one up his Polo shirt and twizzled a nipple.
He pulled his head back slightly and asked, "Mind if I get naked, too?"
"Please do! Let me help you!" I couldn't contain my enthusiasm one bit.
He pushed off his top siders as I knelt down to finish removing his jeans and underwear. While I helped him step out of all that, he slid his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. I placed his jeans and briefs beside it and turned my face back to his hard and luscious cock.
I teased his pretty dick head with my pointed tongue, wiggling it into his pee slit just a tiny bit as I grabbed his ass cheeks in my hands and pulled them apart.
