Chapter 13

“If you want to go, then I want to go with you,” Lisa said, “there’s no conceivable reason why I can’t go!”

The discussion was about peep shows, the quarter booths that were featured in the ADULT movies stores and shops all around the bay area. Bill had said something about going to an adult stag shop, and Lisa wanted to go with him.

“OK, OK ... Get your jacket and let’s go,” Bill gave in with resignation to her plea. Heading up for San Francisco on highway 101 in the car, Lisa petted Bill’s thigh as they drove into the city to park in the downtown area. Neon signs flashed and glittered with bar and cocktail lounge names in lights.

“Funny thing is, almost all of the Adult Book stores with the quarter peep shows are painted yellow. I don’t know where it came from but, there was a movie called, “I am Curious Yellow”, some years ago. Maybe the color of the stores came from the movie,” Bill remarked.

They picked an Adult Bookstore on the north side of the street and entered. Lisa was amazed at the color magazines of fucking and sucking that covered the walls, and selections of vibrators, creams, jellies, and various other sexual aids were in racks, counters, and stands around the room. At one end of the room, a sign ‘ .25 Movies’ hung over the door. As Bill got quarters from the change machine, Lisa looked at the magazine covers.

One of the books had a german shepherd dog frolicking with a nude blonde haired girl. Lisa thought about Dumdum and her day, until Bill took her arm and headed under the sign.

A framed window with advertisements of the movies available in each booth was dimly lit just inside the entrance as they stood, pouring over the available selections. A number above each advertisement indicating in which booth the movie would show.

“Pick a number, any number,” Bill chanted under his breath, sounding like a circus shill at a roulette game.

Lisa laughed at him, “Let’s try booth twenty one, since we’re both adults and over.”

Bill laughed as the looked at the numbers on the doors to find booth twenty one. Lisa noticed how many men were just standing around, slouching against the dark walls, looking at her as they sought the number.

Everything was painted black in the exhibition hallways. Recessed dim lights in the ceiling lit the narrow hallways as they wound around the corners until the found booth twenty one.

Lisa had noticed red lights above each door, some on, some off as they had walked the hallways, and understood the lights to mean that the booth was occupied if illuminated.

Closing the door, Bill found a slide lock and slid it to the door, effectively preventing unwanted intrusions. It was pitch black in the booth, with only two dim neon lights by the coin slots of the quarter machine.

Bill inserted a quarter in a slot and the movie started. The reflected lighting lit the booth enough to allow them to see a bench wide enough for two, and they sat, Lisa rubbing Bill’s cock through the fabric of his trousers.

Two girls were making love on the small two foot by three foot screen in front of the bench, sucking each others pussy’s in a sixty nine position, and Lisa wondered how it would feel having another woman suck her. Might be softer than a man, but she didn’t know if she could handle the thought of her sucking another girl’s cunt. The idea didn’t turn her on all that much.

Lisa saw light at the side of the booth they were inside, coming from the next booth through the six inch circular hole opening cut in the wall.

“Jesus, Bill.”, breathed Lisa, “I could look right into the next booth, through that hole.”

“That’s what it’s all about, baby. You can satisfy your voyeurs instinct and look in either booth, there or there.”

Bill indicated the hole in the other wall.

“Wow. I think I’m going to like this. You mean that I get down on my knees and just watch what the person in the next booth is doing?” Lisa giggled.

“Right on...” Bill whispered in her ear, “Just peek in the hole. That’s why these are called peek shows!”

Lisa leaned forward, peering cautiously, her eyes approaching the opening, looking into the next booth, to see an elderly grey haired, obese male, fat stomach hanging, trousers down at his ankles, pulling at his limp cock while he watched the show in his booth. His hand was busy stretching his prick, which was obviously refusing to cooperate to his stimulation. The other opening must be more promising Lisa thought, and she lowered her eyes to it.

A young male, prick in his hand, busy pumping his prick, was seated in that booth. He looked hard at the hole Lisa was peering through, and began to pump harder at his erect rod. In seconds, his hand pumping furiously, his prick spurted cum.

Jetting out from his loins, his sperm described an arc to splash on the floor at his feet between his shoes.

“What a waste, “thought Lisa. “I could have had his cum in my pussy, my mouth, over my tits, in my hands, or anywhere except on the cold cement floor.”

The young man produced a handkerchief from his back pocket with the cloth in his hand, began to wipe the dribbles of cum from his organ, milking big drops from the end the wiping his shrinking cock dry. Throwing the handkerchief under the bench, and without even looking at Lisa’s peek hole, he opened his door and left the booth. Lisa whispered to Bill what she had seen through the hole. She described watching the man jack off and cum on the floor, and his wiping of his cock on the white handkerchief.

“If he does much jacking off, he’s going to spend a fortune on handkerchief’s,” Bill commented at the end of her dissertation.

This struck Lisa so funny, she almost howled with suppressed laughter, her body quivering as she tried not to make too much noise in the booth. She sat next to Bill and watched Bill feeding quarters as the movie automatically stopped, until they had watched the short film to conclusion.

Lisa occasionally peeked into the next booths, but they were not occupied.

“Let’s get out of here and get a drink,” Lisa said at the finish of the short movie.

They left, strolling arm in arm, entering a cocktail lounge in the next block. Sipping her drink, Lisa got the giggles again, thinking of the young man with a high stack of handkerchiefs, busily masturbating his cum in each one.

“You know, darling, I’m finding out that I really get turned on each time we get involved in another sexual scene. Don’t you think that there’s something strange about a happily married woman, wanting to fuck all the time?”

“I don’t think you want to fuck all the time, for instance, sometimes you want to suck, and sometimes, you want to get sucked,” her husband laughed at her.

“You know what I mean. Until only a month or so ago, I was perfectly content with only you sexually, and then you started talking about fucking and sucking and orgies all the time. The next thing I knew, we were sitting in an adult movie and I was getting into all kinds of strange sexual experiences.”