Southern California, again
 

So, spring of 2003 took me to Orange County, CA for work. At that time OC was a desert for porno theaters. But, in neighboring LA County things had improved slightly since my earlier sojourn. The gay movie theater Studs in Hollywood had made one screen in their theater straight. My first visit was reasonably good. I drove up to Hollywood parked and entered Studs, in a previous life it had been the Pussycat theater.

At that time parts of the main theater had been boxed off to form mini theaters all showing the gay stuff. But to the side of the foyer was a small room showing straight porn. So, I headed in for a masturbation session. Unfortunately the occasional gay guy would wonder in wanting his willy sucked. That's the last thing on this planet I want to do. The only willies that interest me are those I can watch rising in the presence of a well built woman, and then satisfying her quim.

Just the same it was comfortable enough and settled in to watch the action on the screen and take care of my sexual need. A lady employee came thru to use the bathroom. I realized if I timed it right I could ejaculate as she returned to her desk in the foyer. Sure enough the bathroom door opened, and as she stepped over my feet I enjoyed a delightful cum.

Then it was off to the Cat & Fiddle for a beer and some English nosh before driving back to Anaheim.

The next time I visited Studs, things had been re-arranged. The straight viewing room was one of the rooms boxed off from the main theater. No sooner had I sat down than a group of gay guys gathered at the doorway to watch a straight guy masturbate. I don't get it, there must have been any number of guys there who would have been happy to wank for them. I wasn't. I left. My visit only lasted a few minutes.

Way over in Upland in San Bernadino County, the local Deja Vu had added an ABS with a small theater above their strip club. Although it was one long drive, it became my go to place.

One climbed the stairs into the spacious ABS and bought a ticket from the clerk. The clerks were female as often as not. The theater was on the far side of the store. When the clerk buzzed one in, there would be a slight delay. Inside the theater was a strobe light that flashed to warn any wankers inside that the door was about to open.

Sure enough anytime I walked in everyone was sitting bolt upright, hand on their laps with not a cock in sight. As soon as the newcomer sat down and unzipped everyone relaxed and out came their phallic protrusions.

The theater was small with perhaps for or five rows of comfortable seats, two each side of the center aisle. There was a large screen at the front with its sound on, and smaller screens along each sidewall with no sound. If the action on the front screen wasn't to one's taste there were alternatives.

This Deja Vu theater came to be one of my favorite haunts in the area. I got comfortable enough that I would strip off for a naked wank and stand in front of the screen I was watching to come. I strongly suspect that there was a hidden camera in the theater, and the clerks would watch what was going on from their desk. They often had a coy laugh as I left. The thought that a young woman had watched me wank and come was quite a turn on.

After working several assignments in SoCal I took contract in Reno.

1970 and 1980 porn movies
 

Someone has been remastering some of the old 35ml movies onto hi def video. And, posting them on Xhamster. For example see <https://xhamster.com/videos/i-like-to-watch-remastered-xh1Bo3J> .

It is a pleasure to watch women with natural figures, and couples actually enjoying sex.

Halloween at the Porn Theater
 

Years ago I was at home dutifully answering the door with a bowlful of candy as the neighborhood kids came by on their Trick-or-Treat rounds. I always offered full-size candy bars, so I had plenty of business.

About the time the age group was changing from toddlers being escorted by their parents to older kids and pre-teens, I answered the door to find a female friend asking if I wanted to hang out. She had left her shared apartment because her roommate's BF had dropped by and she couldn't stand the guy. I offered her a beer and fell back into my routine of going to the door every few minutes.

She seemed a little annoyed that I couldn't stay seated with her and listen to her talk. I tried to explain that I wanted to fit in with my neighborhood and the traffic would soon tapper off, probably being over by 10 PM.

"It's like you're a prisoner in your own house. You can't go out for a drink or anything.", she said.

"I have plenty to eat and drink here. Do you want something different?"

"No, I just hoped we could have some fun. I was so bored at the apartment." She finished the beer and went to get another while I responded to the latest chime of the doorbell.

When I got back to the living room, she said "Can we go to the basement and play pool or darts, at least?"

"It would be even worse if I was running up and down the stairs each time. Can't you be patient for a while? Tell you what, if you can wait until nine, I'll put the candy out on the porch and we can go out."

"Ok."

For the next hour and a half she flipped channels and we watched whatever came on, not usually for longer two minutes at a time. I kept her beer freshened which seemed to help.

When nine o'clock finally came, I gave her my car keys and said "Why don't you go out and start the car to get it warm. I'll finish up in here, and then we can head out."

She chugged what remained of her current beer and headed out to my car. I placed the candy basket on a small table outside my front door and grabbed my gym bag from the closet.

As we drove off, she asked where we were going. "How about down to Alexandria, I asked. I'm sure we can find some fun there.", I replied.

It was about a 30 minute drive from my house, so about 10 minutes later, I said "Since it's Halloween, I think you change into something that looks like a costume. I brought something you can wear. It's in my bag on the back seat."

She unbuckled and turned to reach into the back, and pulled the gym bag onto her lap. She seemed a little puzzled when she didn't find something like a costume. Looking at me she asked, "Is this the right bag."

"Yeah", I said, "You only need my softball jersey, the baseball cap, and a bit of makeup."

"Is this really necessary?"

"Unless you want to go back to the house, yeah, it is. You can keep the shoes and socks you're already wearing, but everything else comes off. You'll put on my jersey, the cap, and there's some black eye-grease in a tube so you can put a streak under each eye."

"What about my underwear? My panties and bra?"

"The bra definitely has to go, but the panties I'll leave for you to decide."

She held up the jersey to see how long it was and said. "I think I'll keep the panties."

As we continued our drive, she shimmied out of her jeans, pulled off her sweater and bra and then slipped on the jersey, leaving the top two buttons undone. Digging to the bottom of the gym bag, she found the eye black and used the visor mirror to apply two thick bars beneath her eyes. "How do I look?"

"Great. You'll fit right in with the crowd."

Instead of driving into old town Alexandria, I turned into the Fox-Chase shopping center. Besides the normal strip mall storefronts, it had a couple of restaurants and an old theater which long before had changed to showing adult films in two of its theaters.

As I pulled into a parking spot, she said " Where are we going?"

"To the theater, you get in for free when you come in on my ticket. You'll have fun and certainly won't be bored."

We walked up to the booth, paid for my admission, and headed inside. Of the three theaters, two were showing X-rated films. Having been there before, I chose the one on the left which was a bigger room with more seats.

We stood at the back for a minute or so to allow our eyes to adjust the the darkness. Once I could see, we moved down the aisle to a row on the side, whose seats were empty and which was bracketed front and back with equally empty rows. Walking down the aisle her head was swiveling to see how busy the place was and turning to me said, "I'm not seeing many couples."

"That's pretty typical. Usually just single guys."

Stepping into out row, I had her sit midway across in chairs that had no armrest between. There were empty seats on each side of us. The running film was only minutes from its end, so we had time to check out our surroundings. It was pretty clear the presence of a woman was detected by all we had passed while walking in, especially since her long bare legs were out of season. Hopefully, if anyone cared, they'd think it was a costume.

As the second movie began to roll, it was pretty clear is was a girl-on-girl flick. I sensed this intrigued her since she wasn't looking around the room quite so much. Since the room seemed a bit chilly, I put my arm around her and a few minutes later began to rub her legs. Her response was to slide a little closer, lean into me, and uncross her legs. Almost immediately another customer took a seat in the row in front of us, but off to the side, allowing him to glance back discretely from time to time. Though a little unsettled when he first arrived, she soon settled back to watching the film.

A few minutes passed before I reached across with my left hand and began undoing her jersey buttons. Though she initially tried to discourage me, I was undeterred and resume opening from top down. Gaining access to her breasts, I began a light massage. She turned her head to mine and gave me a kiss on the neck.

I continue the massage and got more aggressive until I could feel the hardening of her nipples and made certain the shirt opening kept getting larger. She tried using her right hand to rub my crotch (and cover herself), but I pulled away and held it with my right hand. Our 'neighbor' was starting to spend as much time watching us as the screen.

I sensed a change in her breathing and could feel the response of her nipples, so I slide my free hand down to her panties and began rubbing her crotch from the outside. Soon enough she allowed her thighs to part and I recognized that her panties had become quite damp. I continued my external stimulation of her pussy until her hips began to move slightly, a signal to proceed.

Sliding my hand inside her panties, my fingers immediately felt how wet her labia had become. I swept up a bit and brought my finger out for a taste - first for me, then for her. "fuck this is hot, and feels so good.", she murmured.

Returning to her pussy I let my finger slide up and down between her labia and brushed onto her clit from time to time. She shifted her ass forward on the seat so she could lean back slightly. "I think you need to remove those panties now.", I told her.

She lifted her hips and I slid them down. Bending over, I lifted each foot to take them off her completely. I placed the panties across the chairback immediately in front of us, thinking how much her admirer would enjoy seeing them.

"Do you want to come?", I asked?

"Yes, I do.", she whispered.

"I'm sorry? What did you say? Our neighbor didn't hear and he needs to hear you."

"Yes, I want to come." This time still quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

With that I began to kiss her and work my finger deeply into her pussy. As her level of arousal built, I would sometimes find her clit to flick and pinch - eliciting and immediate flinch or groan. From time to time I would briefly pause and she would reach for my hand and bring it back to her c*nt.

This went on for fifteen to twenty minutes until she was read to come. I covered her mouth with mine as she panted into my lungs during her orgasm. Her hips were bucking so her friend was sure to understand what was happening. Soon the climax passed and she rested against my shoulder as her breathing returned to normal.

"I need to leave or I'll have to pee right here.", she said buttoning up the jersey.

"Ok, but what about your panties? I think you should ask if our neighbor wants them."

"No, I can't."

"Do it or we won't leave."

She leaned forward in his direction and whispered "Do you want these? I'm finished with them for tonight."

He smiled, nodded and said "Thanks, I do."

With that we stood and walked out, knowing he wasn't the only one who had recognized what was going on in our row.

RENO, and Bakersfield
 

2006 thru 2010 I worked in Reno. It's not a bad little town. There is an ABS with a theater, and I visited it a couple of times. The theater was clearly an old strip club that had switched over to showing movies. There was/is a substantial stage that project in to the audience area. On the up side there was a bathroom actually located within the theater. So, there was no being buzzed back in after going for pee.

Here is the downside, Reno is a small city. The ABS and Theater are on S Virginia Street. Most businesses in town were on Virginia Street. The chances of being seen were very high. Like most sexual perverts I am not keen for my colleagues to know about my outside work activities. So, I tended not to make use of the theater.

During my last year or so in Reno I usually spent public holidays in Orange County, CA. Typically I would leave work on a Friday evening drive a few hundred miles south and stop for the night, completing my journey on Saturday morning. For awhile my favorite stopping off point was Bishop, CA. But then I heard that the Deja Vu in Bakersfield had a movie theater. So one Friday evening I drove the considerable distance to Bakersfield.

On arriving in Bakersfield I drove to 1620 Golden State Hwy. See hxxps: tinyurl dot com/y2e8hhm8

On site I found two large pink buildings both labeled "Deja Vu". One appeared to be an Adult Book Store, the other a Strip Club. I went into the book store, really, it is an adult toy store. It is large a well patronized with folks of both sexes. In fact I would say guys and women were there in about equal numbers. I found a clerk and asked her where to find the movie theater. She directed me to the other building.

So I made my way over to the strip club. I dislike the modern American strip clubs with a center stage and plenty of bouncers. I prefer the old British model with a stage at the front and rows of seats. a la 1970s Soho.

Anyway, I asked the clerk/bouncer for a movie ticket, and parted with 15 bucks. The clerk directed me down a corridor away from the stage area. He then buzzed me into the theater. AND WHAT A THEATER!

The very spacious well decorated room seats about 15. On the front wall are three flat screen TVs each showing a different movie. The very good sound system plays the movie on the center screen. On the side walls were smaller flat screens showing the same three movies. I wasn't crazy about this arrangement. I prefer to focus on one theme. My guess is that other folks might really like it. Subjectively, the movies were pretty good.

There are only three rows of well spaced seats. This is because the chairs are large luxury recliners! It was unbelievable. One can almost recline them to horizontal. I took a seat in the middle of the theater and watched a very interesting orgy taking place on the middle screen. The actors and actresses where good looking and the action was very much to my taste. So I stood up removed my shirt and used it as a seat cover, dropped my pants and undies and sat down. I reclined the seat to a very comfortable angle and gently wanked. I soon achieved a pleasing erection.

After I while I was close to orgasm and manged to "edge" for quite some time before bursting into a delightfully satisfying eruption. I cleaned up dressed and left. I had to find a motel for the night.

Now, here is the strange part: The whole time I was in the theater I did not see another soul. I had the room all to myself. No wonder adult movie theaters are dying out. If this sort of facility is laid on and then hardly used where is the incentive?

From then onwards I always drove to Orange County by way of Bakersfield. Occasionally I would see another patron, but usually I had the theater to myself.

Next port of call, back in the UK.

An evening of delight in London
 

In the fall of 2010 I returned to the UK. I was being divorced and wanted a complete break while I explored my options. I took a job and an apartment about two hours from London. From time to time for relaxation and the possibility of seeing some nude women and/or some sexual activity, I would visit Rios Spa in Kentish Town (North London).

One Sunday I recall sunbathing at Rios with a very busty lady by the name of Millie sitting next to me. She would pass comments on some of the nearby cocks. In one instance she complained she could hardly see the wood for the trees. Naturally I stood up and adjusted my towel so Millie could see my cock and balls were fully waxed. I digress.

Since my previous time in the UK, the Willow Cinema had closed, but a new venue, “Fantasy Video” had opened in North London, near Angel Islington tube station.

One winters day I had spent several, horny, fruitless hours at Rios. I had hardly seen a bikini never mind bare boobs, a female bum, or a quim.

So I decided it was time to try something else. I dressed, walked down to Camden Town, and rode the tube to Angel. A short walk down City Road took me to a red, residential looking, door with a plaque announcing Fantasy Video. I went in paid the entrance fee, and descended to the two cinema rooms below. What happened of the next couple of hours stands out as one of the best sex cinema experiences I have ever had, certainly better than anything until then. It hardly seems possible that the events of that evening happened, but they did.

The two cinema rooms were side by side with an opening between them near the front. In the right hand room, to the left near this opening was a unisex loo. I sat near the front of the left hand cinema adjusted my clothes and settled in to watch the movie.

Less then ten minutes after my arrival I heard a sound that was music to my ears, a sound which in a porn cinema causes immediate interest. I heard heals coming down the stairs and continuing in what was certainly the rhythm of a female gate, coming through the right hand theater. Sure enough the back of a female form passed the opening between rooms as she headed into the loo. I surmised later that she had gone there to remove her knickers. The lady was not skinny, but by no means fat. As she passed her skirt swung from her nicely proportioned hips.

A minute a or two later this rather attractive lady, with a bust to match those hips, left the loo and headed into the right hand theater. I waited several minutes to let things settle before walking to the opening peering into the other theater. Anyone into porn theater action has to know not to follow, or crowd females or couples.

There sitting in the right hand front row was this perverts dream. She was already naked from the waist down with her neatly trimmed quim unashamedly bare for all to see. Two guys on that row already had their cocks in hand as did a few guys in the row behind. There was also a guy standing near the front holding a small bag. I figured out later that he was probably the woman's friend as he had a supply of condoms, lube, etc.

There was a spare seat on that front row, so I took it and unzipped. The lady, I have forgotten her name, was comfortable with guys touching her. Some of us were wanking and she sucked some of guys who were already erect. Her blouse came undone, and as we caressed her boobs through her bra she said: “Oh did you want my tits out?”
Me: “Yes honey, men like boobs”.

So now she was naked save for her heals. Her boobs were a magnificent 38dd. Like I said she was not a skinny woman. But, she was very much my cup of tea. By this time one of the guys was absolutely rigid. He walked round to our front and asked permission to cum inside her. Her reply: “Look guys just carry on, I will say if I am not happy with something.”

So on went a condom. He knelt before her glorious quim and penetrated, the first of several guys to do so that evening. The fellow lasted about five thrusts before he grunted in sexual ecstasy. A few seconds later he withdrew his penis and its well filled condom.

At this point “bag man” decided she needed some satisfaction. He played with a vagina lips until there was plenty of moisture. Then slipped two finger inside and vigorously massaged her g spot until she orgasmed with a delightful giggle. He let her settle then repeated the performance. He did that about four times.

By this time I was ready for some intimacy. I slipped my clothes of and knelt down in front of her. I put my mouth to her quim and licked her. I licked from her perineum all the way up to her clit. I took a long time. I focused on her vaginal opening, drinking in her juices, her labia, and especially her clit. I happily worked my way up and down that delightful wet opening.

At one point I felt something hit the back of my head, followed by the words: “Sorry, did you want shampoo with that spunk?” My immediate reaction was WTF. Then I realized that someone had gotten off watching me, naked, orally pleasuring a naked, busty woman. Who was I to complain?

Having enjoyed my fill of her sex juices I sat down to enjoy the sight of her being schtuped, and sucking several guys to orgasm. All the time I was naked, cock in hand.

Eventually she turned over, knelt on the theater seat with her marvelous arse in the air. She asked for anal sex, while she continued to suck on the cocks in front of her. An obliging gentleman put a condom on and did her pussy for a minute or so, while bag-man lubed her anus. Then the guy slow penetrated her anal orifice.

She built up a rhythm as she was being shafted from behind. I squatted between the first and second row of seats. As she pushed backwards against the guy doing her butt, I would catch her right breast in my left hand. Each time it smacked my hand as I caught the full weight of that incredible tit. It was so erotic, a cock up her butt mouth, a cock in her mouth, and me enjoying her glorious bust swaying rhythmically below her.

Eventually I became curious to see the action on her rear. That was a mistake, sort of. She had the most curvy, beautiful arse, true. But as the guy's cock slid out of her anus, I could see poop on the condom, worse yet I could smell her poop.

In that moment of sobriety, I realized time was moving on. I was facing a long journey home. So, I dressed, went into the loo and rinsed to semen out of hair and tidied myself up best I could. I headed out facing the cold damp evening on my walk to the tube station, the first stage of a long journey home.

There was a downside: by this stage in my life (58) ED had taken hold with a vengeance. I had not taken any sildenefel with me. Much as I tried I could not get an erection that evening. That said the those hours stand out as a very happy sexual memory.

?? ugh
 

Sorry, NEVER TOUCH THEM!! Too many creepy guys... AND sleezy women.... std central.

San Diego
 

A couple of months later I returned to Fantasy Video. It was a different evening with a different vibe. There was a lot of gay activity which is not my thing, so I left.

Before I departed the UK again, I met the woman to whom I am now married. She is pretty sexually adventurous, so I asked her if she would like to attend couples evening at Rios. “Can I bring my room mate?” was her reply. I said we would have to ask if it would be OK to take another women along as a couple. But, after a few minutes discussion with the guy in the booth, by the front door, he allowed us in.

The two girls kept their underwear on. But that was OK, there were plenty of naked couples around. And, my girlfriend's friend was fine with getting some soft drinks in, while went to a booth to copulate.

On subsequent visits it was just the two of us. So we had the pleasure of going upstairs to the couples only area. Now the orgy room of old has gone. But, plenty of couples leave their booth doors open, so we had the pleasure of watching and being watched. Those evenings are happy memories although ED gave me some problems. There really is nothing like watching two people, aroused and enjoying sex together.

We also checked out couples evening at Bristol Gardens Spa in Brighton. The couples were great and we enjoyed ourselves. But I doubt we will go out of our way to return. Gone is the congenial Angus of old. Now the spa is run by shrill woman who behaves like a vindictive dictator, enforcing all sorts of trivial rules.

February 2013 I was looking for work, and some was available in San Diego. Along with finding accommodation and a car I checked out the local adult scene. I located four Adult Book Stores with movie theaters. There may be others. Of those four two seemed to be the go to places for live couple fun, the Barnett Avenue Adult Superstore, and Jolar Cinema.

Mostly I would visit Jolar midweek. After work Fridays I would go out for a good meal then spend the evening relaxing watching the fun at the Barnett.

Now Las Vegas may have more adult movie theaters, but a whole lot more goes on in San Diego's theaters.

On my first visit to the Barnett on my arrival there was a slender naked woman on her knees in front of the back row sucking her partner's cock. After a few minutes she stood up and sat down on his dick, her bum towards him and her boobs towards their audience.

These two spent the evening there. Between bouts of sexual activity they would wander about the theater, she was topless and checking out us guys masturbating.

By this time I had learned to take a sildenafil about forty minutes before arriving at a theater. After I wanked my cock to an erection it would stay firm for the rest of the evening.

There was an interesting situation on one of my subsequent visits. In the middle of the left hand theater was a young woman. She looked like possibly a student. She was very modestly dressed. And, she sat and watched the movie. She did nothing else. She would converse with anyone who said “Hi”. A couple asked her if she would like to join them, and she politely declined. It was unreal, people were schtupping and masturbating all around, and the lass just quietly watched the porn movie on the screen.

Another evening a guy came in with a slim very busty woman. His deal seemed to be that guys could fondle her tits if he could suck their cocks. Haha, not my thing thank you very much.

On my last evening at the Barnett I guy brought his female friend along. She had never been there before and was delighted to see several guys with there aroused cocks in hand. The gal was more than happy to take her clothes off and be fondled, she even let some of us suck on her nipples. But she was adamant that she was not going to have sex. She was a fun girl and it made for a nice evening.

Next time my experiences at Jolar.

San Diego, Jolar Cinema
 

My rented room was a few minutes drive from the Jolar Cinema. Midweek, one evening after arriving home from work, I would pop a sildenafil, eat a light meal, and head on over.

The Jolar had two adjoining movie rooms behind the book store. The also had video booths and live woman booths in the same area. If the movie isn't to one's taste in one room the other one is right next to it.

Couples often came in, and there was a certain amount of sex. I couldn't see much because the lighting was very low and couples tended to sit at the back and were somewhat hidden by the back of the sofas in front of them. But, it was a congenial environment for a, sometimes naked, wank.

Occasionally I would step out of the theaters and look around the booth area to see if anything interesting was happening. If the live show women didn't have a customer they would stand outside their booth, I guess, hoping to attract some interest. One time I engaged a young woman in conversation and somehow got onto sexual kinks. I mentioned I was an exhibitionist and love to show off my cock. "Well take it out honey, that's what this place is all about". I didn't need telling twice, out came my medically enabled hard-on and my balls. I didn't bother putting them away until I left later in the evening.

BUT, next time I was in I didn't bother putting my cock away before leaving the theaters for a wander. A different woman outside the same booth reprimanded my, she told me their are cameras around the area and I needed to put it away. I did and headed back to the theater, so I could liberate it once again.

One time late in the evening one of the booth women came into the movie theater. She stood at the from and looked the audience over. She was wearing a thong bikini and bedecked with jewelry. Had I been masturbating when she came in I would have continued. But, it seemed rude to start after she arrived. After a few minutes she left.

One oddity of the Jolar movie rooms is that about every two hours a young lady will come in with a mop and bucket, and mop up the semen from the floor. Always these lasses came in wearing jeans and a tee shirt. There was nothing especially sexy about there clothes.

One evening when the woman came in, mop and bucket in hand, I was ready to come. So while she mopped up, I stripped off and emptied my prostate. I did her a favor really because it saved her coming back to mop up my load.

Come the end of April 2013 my contract was over, and I headed to Tucson for my next assignment.

Hamburgny69, I hope my posts are telling you what you want to know?

Los Angeles County again
 

Starting May of 2013 I worked in Tucson, AZ for five months. Tucson has no adult theaters. It does have some AMPs, although the best one, Tui Na Massage, was closed by the police several years back.

September of 2013 I started work in Eastern Los Angeles County, and rented a room about thirty minutes from work. The possibilities for movie theater entertainment were still limited. But there was fun to be had.

The Deja Vu over in Upland, San Bernardino County had been closed by the local government. Deja Vu had taken over the old Cave Theater in Hollywood and opened it as a strip club. It had/has a small ABS attached and an even smaller theater. The theater was comfortable enough. But there was downside. It is a long drive from the other side of the county. I would sometimes arrive to find the ABS was not open. I guess they had staffing issues. The strip girls would congregate in the lobby and pester one to go into the club for a very expensive lap dance. Moreover one had to deal with the general weirdness of Hollywood.

Twenty minutes away from my accommodation was the Red Panty Boutique, an adult store that sold lingerie, toys, and DVDs. They also have two movie rooms. Now, I have read the Red Panty Boutique theater described is the worst adult theater in the US. Frankly I couldn't argue with that. But, one makes the most of what one has.

The Red Panty has a good selection of products. Its video rooms are at the rear, right hand side, of the store. Together they measure 8 ft by 20 ft. One enters thru a sliding door. Right in front of the door at a right angle to it is a dividing wall. The ten ft space to the left is the gay theater the ten feet to the right is the straight theater. Each has four or five patio type seats.

The is no bathroom. If customers need to pee there is bathroom a few doors away at the Azusa Coin Wash laundromat. One can leave the theater and return within one's four hour limit. One time I needed a pee, and the laundromat was closed, so opened a front rear door of my car and peed in the parking lot.

On the upside the place is air conditioned. It has interesting staff. And, right next door is Oriental Massage. So I could slowly masturbate to the movies for a couple of hours, then pop next door for a table shower, a massage and a professional wank to completion.

Usually, a couple of times a week, I would arrive home from work, take a sildenafil, eat a snack and drive over to Azusa for an evening of erect pleasure.

During my visits to the Red Panty I encountered three clerks: There was an easy going Anglo Guy. There was an Anglo woman who was pleasant and fun. One evening she wore a skirt so short that I had to let her know show was wearing blue panties, not red. She laughed. Then there was the Hispanic girl, short with small breasts, and good hips and bum. She usually wore a short, tight skirt and a blouse. But the attitude! she thought she was superior. To her the movie theater patrons were sexual deviants on whom she could look down.

One evening I bought my ticket ten minutes before the end of the Anglo woman's shift. So, I went in and sat down there were a couple of wankers already in the straight theater. About fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the theater door. The Hispanic girl always checked that no one's ticket had expired its four hour limit when she started her shift.

The Anglo woman would never go in the theater, but Miss Superior was undaunted. As soon as we heard the knock the other guys squeezed the cocks back into their pants. Not me, that woman knew perfectly well what we did in that theater. My erection stayed out. I held my ticket so it was in the same line of sight as my cock. She checked my ticket and didn't say a word. When she had gone I asked the other guys why in the world they put their cocks away? The just shuffled in their seats.

Another evening I was in the theater enjoying a slow wank when the door opened and a well dressed mature woman stood looking in. I invited her to join me, but she closed the door. I guess she was just curious.

One evening there was a pretty good schtup happening on the screen. Their were three of us in the theater. We were all obviously turned on by the couple in the move and were wanking in unison. All that sexual energy was fun till one guy reached over and tried to touch my cock. That was my cue to zip up and head next door to Oriental Massage.

Like I said, sometimes one has to go with what is available. I made the most of the Red Panty and had fun.

Next report, my last, will be on my experiences in Mesa, AZ.

Here in the UK, we have a few adult cinemas, but not that many.
We do however have cinema in the adult clubs.
Not like the cinemas with seating, more like a tiered padded bed/platform that are covered in faux leather, or a room with several sofas. There are large TV screens or really big backdrop screens, all showing porn films.

We have been to a few clubs that have these cinemas. We have witnessed all kinds of things happening in them, even putting on shows or letting carefully selected others get involved. They can be lots of fun!