You Help Me And I’ll Help You
Eighteen-year-old Katie felt excited as the car rolled
to a stop in front of the theater. It was a feeling of
anticipation, of curiosity and of sensual awareness. The
building was very old and stately in appearance. The
outside walls had an eerie pale whiteness to them from
the art-deco marquee that blinked on and off in a steady
rhythm. She took the arm of her gray-haired escort as
they approached the ticket booth. His strong, muscular
forearm was reassuring. She squeezed it, feeling the
erotic anticipation of their adventure begin to build.
She had met the older man while working at Starbucks. He
visited her every morning and their conversations had
eventually included adult theaters. He had explained that
he had once been an adult movie critic. Fascinated, she
had told him she had never seen one, and asked him to
take her to her first. Now as they approached the
entrance to the theater, Katie was all pins-and-needles
in excitement.
The wind shifted and she caught a faint scent of his
cologne through the warm midsummer night air. It
heightened her feeling of physical excitement. The woman
in the ticket window looked at the older man and
addressed him by name.
“Evening Allen, long time no see.” She said to him.
“Good evening Velma. It’s good to see you too.” He
answered with a warm voice.
“Still hitting the shows?” Velma added with a short
chuckle.
“As long as I have breath to moan with.” Allen answered.
The woman within the ticket boot smiled at Katie as he
paid their admission. Katie offered her driver’s
license to the woman for proof of age. Even though she
was eighteen, Katie still had the soft features of a
young girl.
“Oh that’s OK.” Said the woman, waiving off the license.
“If you’re with Allen, everything is legal. Now you two
enjoy yourselves.” Velma said sliding the tickets
through the small opening in the glass. With tickets in
hand, Katie and Allen entered the theater and moved into
the dark, velvet rich lobby.
To Katie’s right, from just beyond a set of large
heavy wooden doors, she could hear the distant sounds of
the movie. Although faint, a repetitive melody caught her
attention. She strained to hear more, but could not. Allen
took her hand and led her towards the left. Turning a
corner, Katie saw a flight of stairs that were almost
hidden in the dim light of the lobby. They lead up into a
dimly blue-lit corridor that continued on into shadow.
The first step was blocked off with a tattered gold
velvet rope. Katie knew she had wanted to do this, but
the sudden presence of a barrier and the possibility of
being caught gave her an instant of hesitation. Her date
sensed this and turned to face her. Allen looked into her
eyes and brought his face close to her, softly kissing
her lips. That was all it took.
Silently they crossed over the rope and moved up
into the blue darkness of the stairway.
At the landing, the corridor led to a second set of
double doors that opened onto a balcony. Although hidden
from the rows of seats arrayed below them, the balcony
overlooked the theater and provided a level view of the
oversized screen.
Katie refrained from looking at the movie and kept
her eyes to the floor, following his lead through a row
of seats and up into a small area that had a thickly
cushioned love seat. This area had been a private booth
when the theater offered stage shows and early
Vaudeville. Now it was never used, to save cleaning
costs.
The sound of soft but rapid breathing was coming from
the screen. A melodic underscore of synthesized music
provided a mesmerizing, but soothing effect. They sat
close to each other on the sofa and Katie looked up for
the first time to the screen. The sight took her breath
away.
On the screen, a woman with short blond hair was
reclined on an overstuffed sofa. She seemed to be very
excited. She softly ran her fingertips over her hard
sensitive nipples, stopping occasionally to pinch the
very tip of the nipple. Her left leg was raised slightly
across the arm of the sofa, allowing an open view of her
white cotton panties. Obviously, she was not really
acting, as the wetness of her excitement had already
seeped through, staining the white cotton cloth. The
fingers of an unseen man glistened with her moisture as
they brushed slowly back and forth between her parted
thighs. His fingers slid beneath the fabric, causing the
woman’s hips to rise up and meet his touch. The scene was
extremely sensual, and the sighs drawn forth from the
woman were real. She took his hand and began to rub his
fingers up and down the wet crotch of her panties.
Katie was spellbound. This was the first adult movie
she had ever seen. Although she had imagined what she
would be seeing, the erotic effect it was having on her
was beyond her expectation. The loose fitting blouse and
long pleated skirt she wore shifted slightly as she
unconsciously repositioned herself. The feeling of
excitement, like the anticipation of a roller coaster
ride was growing in her lower abdomen. It was a feeling
she was familiar with but caused her great excitement
every time she felt it. She could feel her own passion
build like that of the woman on the screen.
Back up on the screen, the camera closed slowly to the
woman’s parted thighs as the man’s fingers pulled the
fabric of the panties aside. A gasp of delight sighed
from the celluloid woman as she again raised her hips to
meet his long slender fingers. He ran the finger over the
wet joining and brought some fluid to her clitoris. She
moaned as he flicked his fingertip across her clitoris.
The moans grew louder as his mouth moved to within an
inch of her exposed pussy. He parted her soft skin and
gently blew his hot breath upon her. He then allowed the
tip of his tongue to touch the pink wet skin, gliding
gently over her and traveling deep within her. Again, she
let go her cries of enjoyment.
In the theater, Katie was lost to the passion
from the screen. Although she could only see the back of
his head, she imagined the sensation of the actor’s wet
tongue as it glided in and out of the woman in the movie.
In her seat, her own passion began to take command of her
actions. The need to be touched became overwhelming. She
looked over to Allen, sitting close beside her. She
noticed that his eyes were fixed to the screen. Looking
down, she could see the effect it was having on him. Even
in the pale light of the theater, the shadowed bulge of
his hardening cock was noticeable. Realizing he would
eventually see her, and hoping he would understand her
need, she began to touch herself.
Katie brought her hand up to her blouse and ran it
over her braless breast. Through the soft cotton fabric,
she caressed her nipple. The friction sent a wave of
desire through her. She closed her fingers about its
thickness and gently squeezed and pulled, making herself
moan slightly. From the corner of her eyes, she saw her
companion’s attention move from the screen to her. She
began to shift in her seat, allowing her legs to
eventually come to rest slightly apart. Turning her gaze
to him, she looked deeply into his eyes. He returned the
look and silently expressed his understanding. Then they
both returned their attention to the screen.
The woman on the screen had surrendered her panties
and was now naked, enjoying the attention of the long
finger within her, and the slow gentle tongue caressing
her clitoris. Her lover brought his finger out and ran it
lightly across the sensitive area between her pussy and
her anus. She jumped slightly. He did it again and the
woman sighed, moving her hips toward him on the couch,
trying to rub herself against his hand.
It became obvious she was reaching an orgasm as her
hips moved faster against the exciting touch. He slid a
second finger within her and began to slide them in and
out, moving faster as she pushed against him. He firmly
pressed his fingers deep within her, moving them against
the warm slippery walls of her pussy. The forefinger of
his left-hand rested against her clitoris, making the
motion of her hips provide the friction she sought.
Watching intently, Katie opened her legs slightly
and raised her skirt. Although she was concentrating on
the screen, she did not flinch when she felt the fingers
of her partner’s hand move gently onto her lower thigh.
Hidden in the privacy of their balcony, she slid lower in
the seat and raised both legs. She unbuttoned her blouse
and ran her hands over the soft skin of her breasts,
again gently pinching the tips of her nipples. Allen began
sliding his fingers ever so slowly up the softness of her
leg until it rested on the meeting of her thighs. The
crotch of her panties was very wet with the passion that
seeped from within her. His fingers pushed the fabric
between the tender lips of her pussy, making her squirm
and moan. The silken smoothness of the fabric, mixed with
the fluid, teased her clitoris until she felt the
beginnings of a minor orgasm. She gasped as a shudder ran
through her body. He rubbed his fingertips gently but
firmly up and down, and she joined in the movement,
raising her hips to meet his touch.
Allen’s fingers began to imitate those on the screen
as he slid the tips past the fabric of her panties and
into her open pussy. Two fingers made their way deeper
and began to wiggle against the tender walls of her
pussy. He suddenly withdrew his fingers and she looked up
at him, questioning him with her eyes. He smiled and
looked back reassuringly. He started to slide her panties
off. Understanding his actions, Katie raised her hips,
helping him with his task. When they were removed, he
brought them to his mouth and deeply inhaled. The sweet
musk of her passion and the tangy scent of her
perspiration filled his senses with delight. Katie took
the opportunity to reach over and open his pants. Allen
rose slightly to allow them to be lowered. His strong
cock stood up in the pale shadow of the theater. She
reached over and slid her fingers up and down the skin.
He sighed and opened his legs. She took the panties from
his hand and wrapped them over the length of his cock.
Then she began to slide the silken fabric up and down the
shaft. His fingers returned to her open pussy. They both
turned back, and continued to watch the passion on the
screen.
On the screen, the camera had pulled back to view
both lovers. The man eased her down, lovingly, off the
couch to where he lay prone on the thickly carpeted
floor. She raised a leg and straddled him, lowering
herself onto his hard cock. The camera closed to show the
head glide gently into her wet opening. She rocked back
and forth, her head thrown back in delight, as he pushed
his hips up to keep the rhythm. The woman began to show
signs of a second orgasm as he reached up and let his
finger play against her clitoris. With a scream of
delight, the woman on the screen shouted out that she was
cumming. She shook her hips frantically, trying to get
his cock deeper within her. He responded by thrusting
upwards each time that she moved forward. The theater
shook from her shouts of ecstasy.
Katie could feel her own orgasm continue to build,
and began to shudder and flinch as the tempo increased.
Although she was so close, she could not take her eyes
from the screen. Allen’s sliding fingers had worked their
magic well and was filling her, now three at a time.
Katie frantically rubbed her fingers over her clitoris.
The sensation was familiar, but fantastic nonetheless. At
the same time, she started to stroke his cock faster and
faster. He began to groan and thrust against her sliding
hand. He grabbed her hand and worked the strokes with
her. Together, they jerked him off. His cum began to
shoot out as he groaned in delight. The thick milky
spurts mixed with the wetness of her pale pink panties.
Like the gentleman he was, he recovered quickly and then
turned his full attention back to Katie.
She grabbed Allen’s hand and pushed harder against
her pussy, trying to fill herself with his fingers.
Understanding her need, he began to lightly scrape his
fingernails quickly over the most sensitive spot within
the front wall of her pussy. The unexpected sensation
sent her into frenzy. Then, with his free second hand, he
slid his little finger against the opening of her
asshole. He gathered some wetness and slid the finger in
and out, at the same speed as the fingers in her pussy.
Katie’s fingers continued to rub furiously against her
clitoris as the relief began to wash over her. The moment
had arrived. Her cum splashed out over his hands, sending
rivulets of clear liquid down his wrist. The wave of
ecstasy hit once, then again, and finally again until she
could take it no more. She let out a long scream of
delight while shaking happily from the sensations. The
long squeal of delight filled the theater, bouncing off
the walls and blending with the music from the screen.
Down below, the other patrons listened to her cries of
passion as they too invisibly stroked their cocks.
Allen withdrew his fingers from within her and Katie
remained motionless and spent, except for her own
involuntary shudder. She had somehow timed her relief
with the torrid scene on the screen.
The experience had been as erotic as she had hoped it
would be. And she hoped it would be again.
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