[PalmsMan]

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.