At The Movies

I went to see Transporter 3 yesterday and had an amusing experience.

The movie was playing at AMC Mercado 20, one of those huge megaplex movie warehouses. The theater is a magnet for community college kids, not surprising since it is right next to Mission College. It also draws a huge crowd of high school kids, though I have no idea where they come from. There must be another school somewhere nearby.

I paid my money and went into the movie. I was a bit early and after checking out the rather poor selection of video games I went into the theater where the film was going to be shown. As cinema megaplexes go this one is actually rather well designed on the inside. Each theater has a very steep rake so you're never forced to look through somebody's head at the screen. My only minor complaint is that the seat backs are fixed unlike, for example, at the Century movie complex in San Jose where you can rock back and forth.

As I walked up the steps at the side of the theater I noticed only one person in the place, a woman, seating about mid-way in one of the middle rows. I continued up a couple of rows to find a seat when all of a sudden I was greeted by a truly magnificent sight. In the very back row only partially hidden by the seats in front I saw a naked butt framed by a pair of stout legs, silently, steadily pumping away.

Now, this is not a sight you see every day in a movie theater though I suspect that it is enthusiastically reenacted every day in many theaters around the world. After the sight had sunk into my brain the very first thought that ran through my head was to wonder if this was two guys going at it. This was primarily because the naked legs framing the pumping behind were rather stout. They were naked and wearing short white socks. After a moment of amused speculation I concluded that no, this must be a girl under there, though I could not see her head behind the seats.

I stood there for a moment, enjoying the sight and marveling at the absolute silence of the maneuvers. There was not a peep, creak, or squish coming from that back row despite the long and steady thrusts. Quite admirable, that. I thought briefly about asking to join the action but quickly came to my senses when I realized it was a couple of kids having a go, possibly at the only dark private place they could find. I smiled to myself and moved down my row to a seat giving them their privacy. Later when I glanced back as more people were coming in, making considerably more noise then I did with my light step, I saw the two of them sitting up and trying to look as innocent as Catholic virgins... no wait, that's the wrong metaphor. Catholic virgins always look deliciously wicked, don't they.

After the long movie I caught a glimpse of the couple from the back, as they were waking away down the corridor. He was a tall boy, taller then me, Hispanic, with black hair and baggy jeans. She was young, short, with wide, fat hips, long frizzy hair, wearing flared jeans which I realized must have been completely off in that back row. They were affectionate with each other, embracing and caressing as they walked, which I found oddly pleasing.

The whole episode didn't so much turn me on as made me smile. I've had my share of back row dalliances, though I must admit I never did the full missionary position maneuver. If you're going to go for penetration it's simply easier if the girl just sits on your lap. But then, I never had the benefit of those love seats with movable arm rests they have in modern move houses.

While I admired the skill and audacity of those two kids I was not particularly turned on, other then intellectually. Probably simply because it was a long and busy day and I was just at the movie to give my mind a rest. I also just got over a flu which seems to be going around - incidentally that's why I haven't been updating this blog lately - so I was not particularly energetic that day.

But still, it was a nice interlude which renewed my faith in the carnality and ingenuity of the younger generations.

Meanwhile, here are some good theater, film, sex (and hash) stories courtesy of Betty Dodson. Yes, I've met her casually. Nice lady.