SUSAN SUENN

Of course, I heard about it. Several years ago, Grace Jones portrayed a participant in this action in the advertising company of her next album. My lover and I often made love under her “Warm Skin”.

But I never saw a real peep show. I didn’t even know whether they still exist or are in the past, like the magazines Betty Page or Tit Beats. Therefore, I must admit that the proposal of my lover shocked me.

“Do you really want to go to one of these places?” - I could not believe what he said seriously.

Someone from a friend told me that he had been in a similar institution in Europe, where he went on vacation. Laughing, he told how someone had vacuumed one of the small cabins, while the girl on the small podium excited customers who occupied neighboring ones. But this is Europe. I did not think that in Britain they would try to look for such a pitiful substitute for real sex.

- Pay to look at women who show off? This is so ... disgusting, - I imagined dark, filthy booths, men in raincoats, leaning forward, who were busily chasing the skin, never taking their eyes off a woman they didn't know was behind glass.

But, despite the objections, a spark of interest flashed in me. Ugly, yes, but also curious.

- Take a look, but you want it, isn't it? - he smiled, sensitively catching my mood. - I heard about one institution, it just opened. And it has already become fashionable. Many go there. Be sure we don’t have to look at old whores in washed-up underwear who are paid a pound per minute.

I hugged him, set lips for a kiss.

- How do you know what is happening in these institutions? - I asked playfully, the thought that my lover was sitting in such a small booth aroused me even more. - Have you been there?

“Naturally,” he answered without hesitation. - Once after work we went there with buddies. For the laugh. A long time ago. Before I met you.

I did not believe him, but it did not matter. I did not want to know what he did in his free time. The hours we spent together, and sometimes the nights in his luxurious apartment in Docklands, noticeably enlivened my rather ordinary life. His tongue slid between my lips and I pressed against him with my whole body. I liked the smell coming from him, I liked the movements of the tongue that was studying the hidden corners of my mouth. I already knew that I would agree to go with him. I always did everything he wanted because I wanted the same thing myself. And also because he was young and beautiful. So I gladly indulged him in everything.

In the evenings, Soho shines like a port city. I like the exciting atmosphere here, the smells floating out of the doors of restaurants, the colorful neon signs of nightclubs, places of entertainment, sex shops selling plastic phalluses, rubber dolls, erotic lingerie and much, much more.

I walked, clinging to my lover, we both enjoyed goggles that threw us. Probably many people recognized me. I literally read their thought: "Is it really ... No, it can not be." My lover is much younger than me, but I still have something to show. I still have the figure and legs of a mannequin. And the dress of the famous fashion designer, along with high heels, maximally emphasized my advantages, leading to a shadow of disadvantages.

My lover pointed to the other side of the street.

- We go there. A curious place, isn't it?

I did not agree with him. Signs above the door did not differ in originality: “Striptease”, “Exotic Show”, “Video for adults”. Then I realized that I had to look at the next door, over which the words “Peep-show down the stairs” poured in red neon.

Apart from my will, my heart began to beat faster when I followed my lover into the dark.The staircase led us to the basement, in which everything was red: the carpet on the floor, the walls, the light. A thin man was sitting at the counter. My lover handed him a few bills. We proceeded further.

Feeling the man’s gaze on me, I smiled at him and whipped my hips. There were hardly many women in this establishment besides those who worked here. And, especially those like me, mature, well-groomed, in a black silk dress from Versace and shoes matched to it.

Along the corridor we reached the booths. There were six of them. It smelled of tobacco and some kind of antiseptic. A middle-aged man gave me an appreciative look. I smiled back without a hint of irritation. Some of the stalls were occupied, their doors remained open. In one, I saw a young man in a coat. He sat leaning forward, his hands making characteristic movements. This, in fact. I expected.

I found this sight sad and disgusting. One abomination, no excitement.

“This way,” my lover took my hand and pulled me into one of the booths.

Dark and cramped. It took some time before my eyes got used to the darkness. Finally, I saw a narrow bench, a small window in one wall, covered with a metal lid, and under the window - a slot for coins.

My lover purposely left the door open. So we could see everyone who was walking along the corridor. It made me nervous, because pleasures I used to indulge in solitude. But she did not protest. My lover never did anything by accident, so I could only guess, but what did he have in mind?

For a while we sat in the dark. But the metal cover still closed the window, and I could not stand it.

“Shouldn't we throw some coins in the slot?”

My lover shook his head.

- We paid for a special show. Be patient, sweetheart, - and his fingers walked over my cheek.

I pressed against him, feeling the skin warmth coming from him. The dress was sleeveless, and a shiver ran through my body as he stroked my bare hand with my fingertips. His lips moved to my neck. Solid, demanding. I knew what he wanted and spread her legs.

Under the dress, I wore only a belt and shiny, with circled on top, stockings. Once again, I shivered as he pulled the dress up and put his hand on my thigh. And right there in the room behind the window the light came on, and the metal lid moved to the side.

A woman was sitting on the bed. In a lace bra, covering only the lower semi-circles of the breasts, to the fig leaf lace panties. Her face was hidden by a black lace mask. With the movements of the body, the breasts lazily rocked. Her nature did not offend her figure: high breasts, narrow waist, and steep hips.

White light was replaced by pink, giving the skin of a woman an unusual shade, casting a violet glow in the darkness of our garret. The woman moved to the very edge of the bed. She moved very gracefully, gently, sexy. Wavy black hair fell on his shoulders.

- Would you like to fuck her? - I whispered in my ear lover.

He did not answer, thereby delighting me. Smiled, kissed on the lips. His fingers wrote circles around my hip, making my pussy start to burn. The nipples swelled, rested against the cool black silk of my dress. I leaned forward slightly to meet his hand.

When his fingers fell comfortably on my pubis, I held my breath in anticipation. that now he will touch my wet "hole". I knew that the outer lips were swollen, that I was dripping with moisture, but he deprived me of the caress I was waiting for. He continued to stroke the pubis, occasionally twitching curls of hair. The tension in me was growing, and he calmly sat watching the woman on the other side of the window, without removing his hand from my pubes.

“Please ...” I whispered. - Touch me. Feel how wet I am.

He shook his head.

- Not now. When ...