Chapter 6

• FOURTH STORY
• Sandy and I were a new couple, having been dating less than a year, but already I could tell we were well-suited for each other. She had many of the same sexual thoughts and fantasies that I found stimulating, and was not shy about sharing them. We spent much of our time alone together exchanging fantasies and sharing each other's stories of past escapades we had with other lovers, which always led to a session of super-heated sex. I was surprised and elated that she was so willing to talk about her past experiences and more so that she was interested in mine. Most girls were just too inhibited to broach the subject. Not Sandy. It seemed that each day we spent together was more exciting and free than our last.
• One summer weekend we had decided to drive the two hours to Reno and spend some time playing around at the casinos and sightseeing. Once we checked into our room at one of the large casinos downtown and had our fill of gambling, which to my surprise and relief was quite short, we opted to drive around the town to see what there was to see scattered along the strip. As we drove down Virginia Avenue and away from the crush of casinos, clubs, pawn shops, liquor stores, and people, Sandy spotted an X- rated boutique and thought it would be fun to explore. If it leads to sex, I'm all for it, so I parked the car, and arm in arm we went in.
• The shop was much larger and unsullied inside than it appeared from the outside. A middle-aged man was sitting at a desk busily going through a stack of what looked like DVDs and checking them off a list. He looked up and smiled at us with a nod. A younger woman with long shiny black hair and large smokey eyes reminiscent of a miniature Cher, greeted us from behind the counter with a broad smile as we entered. They both looked like they could easily have been Gypsies.
• In perfect English, the young woman smiled and said, "Enjoy yourselves, and let us know if you need any help."
• "Well, I guess my Gypsy daydream was busted," I thought to myself.
• We nodded and smiled back, mesmerized by the myriad of sexy clothing and devices in the place. There were aisles filled with books, videos, dolls, and a plethora of assorted sex toys. Sandy's attention was immediately drawn to the vibrators and life-like dildos that sprung from the walls and display racks.
• "Oh Jeff, this one looks just like you. I'll bet you modeled for it," she said laughing as she made the rubbery appendage quiver in her hand. And then excitedly, "Oh my God, look at this one, it's a monster. I've never seen anything like it. I don't know any woman who could take this." I just laughed, taking joy in her surprise and delight in the surroundings.
• "And this looks like you", I said, holding up a very real-looking silicone vagina, "sweet and tight", Sandy giggled and moved on. Inspecting items, many of which, neither of us could identify.
• We spent the better part of an hour browsing, laughing, and teasing each other with the merchandise. Turning down the last aisle at the back of the shop, I saw a doorway labeled "Theater". We browsed our way to the door and passed through the beaded curtain. Inside we found ourselves in a long darkened hallway with six to eight doors spaced on either side. There were signs on each door that read like 2 on 1, Gay Blade, Fit to be Tied, Ebony and Ivory, and others. We snickered at the names and tried a door sign, "For the Glory of It". An occupied sign on the door said 'open' so we entered.
• The room was dark, cramped, and empty save for a bench seat that ran the width of the small closet-sized room. The bench was upholstered in a dark vinyl fabric and the air had a faint smell of bleach. At first, the the darkened room felt oppressive until our eyes slowly adjusted to the subdued light. In the dim lighting, we could see a flat panel monitor across from the bench with a slot to the side for money or tokens. Since I had a bunch of quarters in my pocket from our gambling adventure, I deposited the requested amount to see what it was all about. The screen flickered to life instantly, exposing a room full of mostly naked people engaged in all manner of sexual activity. Some of the actors were receiving oral as they treated another to the same delicious act. Several women had multiple partners taking them from both ends as other men looked on, stroking themselves, anxiously waiting their turn. Every position in the Kama Sutra was on display somewhere in the scene before us.
• "Oh My! Sandy said, now isn't this interesting?" We made ourselves comfortable on the bench and were spellbound as the actors performed their debauchery for us. It's not like we hadn't seen x-rated videos before but being in this strange, enclosed, and pheromone-laced 'closet' had an instant and overpowering effect on us both. I reached over to touch Sandy's leg, her smooth skin warm and inviting to my touch. I was thrilled that I had insisted she wear the short skirt she had packed for the trip. Pushing the light material up, I lazily played my fingers along the inside of her thigh. Her legs spread involuntarily to allow access as I brushed across her hot damp panties with my little finger. Sandy's breath caught as my finger grazed that unmistakable bump between her swelling lips.
• The actors before us writhed and moaned and gyrated in ecstasy as we watched in rapt fascination. Cameras moved from extreme close-ups to room-wide shots. From a couple performing graphic oral sex on each other 69 styles to another woman being taken from behind, the man's long, thick manhood plunging slowly deep within her very exposed wet pussy. I had become so hard beneath my shorts that I needed to shift myself for comfort. As I moved to do just that, Sandy whispered, "Why don't you let yourself free, it's just us, and I want to touch you?"