MODERN DAY COUPLE FIND OLD PORNO FILM IN ABANDONED THEATER AND GET TURNED ON

One Saturday afternoon, I joined with some other volunteers involved in an urban renewal project as we descended on a block of decaying turn of the century homes and a movie theater. The long abandoned buildings were boarded up, but they had been found to be structurally sound. It was our job to make them habitable.

I paired off with Sandra, a pert and feisty graduate student working on her masters in social work. Sandra had pulled her thick black hair back in a ponytail. She wore a pair of baggy painter s pants that hid the lines of her legs. Her ass, however, filled out the pants quite nicely. Her large breasts stood out from under the school logo of her faded sweatshirt as she pushed up her sleeves. Slipping a hammer into my carpenter s pants, I decided that spending the day rummaging through an old movie house with Sandra wouldn t be all that bad.

Inside the projection room of the old theater I found a dilapidated film projector and a few reels of film. Wondering if the reels were some long lost clips of a movie starlet, I decided to plug the projector in and see if it still worked. I could hear Sandra down below in the auditorium, pushing the rows of seats across the floor and piling junk in a heap to be collected later. All her movements were echoed in the empty theater.

When I turned it on, the projector threw a beam of light through the dusty air and against the wall of the projection room. Imagine my surprise when I finally threaded the film through the sprockets and pointed the projector at the torn screen in the theater. It worked. There was no sound though, only the sharp crackle of the speaker, but that must have been enough to attract Sandra, because I heard her climb the rickety steps to the projection room. Each step creaked and groaned from her weight. Sandra turned the corner and asked, What did you find?

I showed her the projector as I put on another reel and threaded it through. The clicking sound of the projector was soothing as it echoed throughout the old building. The films were brittle and lay in loose coils on the floor. We caught a glimpse of the black and white images of a newsreel before the film snapped.

Take a look at this one, I said as I adjusted the focus. A porn flick flashed on the torn screen a young guy with a towel over his shoulder, wearing shoes and socks with calf garters, was fucking an older, hard looking woman on a mattress in an abandoned building. The setting in the film reminded me of where Sandra and I were.

That s trash for sure, Sandra said, turning her back.

You may be right, but doesn t this movie remind you of something? I asked.

Hardly. She raised her eyebrows and wrinkled her forehead.

Remember those boring science films we saw in high school? Remember the clicking sound of the projector, and that there was one kid in the class who always worked the projector for the teacher? With the constant clicking of the projector and the film still rolling, I was getting aroused.

Yes, I remember, she said. This film is a little more interesting, say, than the ones on biology we had to watch. Sandra walked out of the projection room and back into the theater. I let the film run and followed her. As images flickered on the screen, the projection beam lit the theater in a seductive glow. In that light, it was as if Sandra and I were the participants in the movie.

I started to talk as if I was the male character: Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh. God, baby you re good. You re so hot.

Sandra caught on to what I was doing and took up the woman s voice: Oh yeah, talk dirty to me. It gets me so horny. I felt my cock grow hard and Sandra started to get into her part. She continued: I want to take all of you inside me. Fill me up. Then, up on the screen, the man started to talk.

Take it, baby. Ooh, feel that? You re so tight. I was erect and rubbing my cock through my pants in the partial darkness of the theater.

Ooh yes, that s it, do it harder, Sandra said, pushing me over the edge and making me come in my pants.

Luckily, the film ran out and I was able to regain my composure before Sandra noticed the wet spot on the crotch of my pants.

Mr. M.B., Maryland

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