My girlfriend and I had a satisfying sex life and she was always reasonably willing to try something new. One day she asked me if glory holes which we had seen on the internet, were actually true. I said I had no idea but thought that there must me some truth behind them.
“See if you can find out, I think I would like to see one.”
“What! You want to be in one of those little rooms with strangers’ cocks pointing at you?” I asked in surprise, thinking that was too extreme a scenario even for her to contemplate.
“No silly. I would just like to know if they do exist and perhaps look through one of the viewing windows to see what goes on.”
I asked around from sex shop to sex shop and finally found a venue in a town not far from where we lived. Rather than take her there and risk something dangerous or untoward, I checked it out for myself first. With her full knowledge I went the following Friday evening and reported back to her.
“It’s a bit of a seedy building in a rundown area but inside seems reasonable tidy and clean but most of all it is discrete. There are several entrances to different parts of the sex shop including a porno theatre, the usual sex toys, a bulletin and contacts board and I think there is brothel upstairs.”
“So, what actually happens? How is it done?”
“You pay your money in the video and magazine vending area at the front and ask for ‘the optician’ which is the clandestine name for the glory hole room.”
“Then what?”
“You go along a corridor into a darkened room where there is a circular room surrounded by small cubicles which have viewing windows into the circular room. The only access to the circular room is via a connection door to another corridor parallel to the one you enter the cubicles from.”
“And?”
“When everyone is ready the girl or woman enters and does her bit, maybe a strip or sex act and after five or ten minutes a shutter comes down so the show is over. To see the next show, you have to put another token in a slot where it all starts again. Maybe the same show, maybe part two of the show or maybe another one depending how many patrons are there.”
“Are they strippers or prostitutes who do a show?”
“Not all of the time. Sometimes there are ordinary women who get a kick out of exhibitionism. If they are good, they sometimes get paid.”
“When can we go?”
“As far as I know it is on most nights but mostly at weekends.”
“Let’s go tomorrow night, I really want to see this.”
We took off the following night around seven o’clock and duly arrived at the premises.
“Back again already?” Asked the proprietor.
“My wife is curious to see what goes on.” I replied. If you want to wait until the nine o’clock show you might find that more interesting than what is happening before then. There is a small bar down at the end of the corridor where you can pass the time till then.”
“Can we share a viewing cubicle?” I asked.
“Sorry company rules. But if you pay for the two, I don’t suppose it matters if you share although it will be a squeeze. You also might want to buy extra tokens to open the viewing shutter for subsequent episodes. You don’t have to use all of the tokens tonight.”
We bought a bunch of tokens, thanked the proprietor and headed for the bar. It was surprisingly comfortable and well outfitted.
“I like this bar” Cathy said, “It feels snug”.
We enjoyed our drinks and as nine o’clock approached we took our seat in as cubicle which indeed was a bit of a squeeze.
“This is no good, only one of us will be able to see the show through the window. Are you going to stick your cock through the hole? She asked.
“Perhaps.”
“You should, you have paid for it.”
“You wouldn’t mind if she gives me a blow job?”
“Yes, I would and she wouldn’t do that anyway.”
“You might be surprised.” I answered.
I left Cathy to the cubicle and found an unoccupied one where I could see her window. It didn’t matter anyway; the glass was one way and could only see out, not in.
The lights went dark and we could hear the connecting door open, the lights began to glow in a very low light and we could see the shadow of the performer. The lights became brighter but only a little. It was a woman in her dressing gown with her hair tied back in a pony tail. “That shower was very refreshing.” she said, setting the scene for the viewers. Most of the holes for the cocks had already opened and cocks of all sizes were springing to attention. She removed the tie from her pony tail and her long hair fell down to her shoulders. She began to brush her hair turning to present herself to each window. “I suppose I should close the blinds, but out here in the country there is nobody nearby, so no one can see.”
The lights were dim enough to hide the fact she was no spring chicken but she used the light to full effect. It was very erotic.
She continued to brush her hair for a while and said “What a warm night, that shower has made me hot.” Whereupon she began to unbutton her robe slowly, one button at a time. All of the time she was turning to face each window. She slipped her robe over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. As it fell the shutters came down obscuring her nightgown clothed body. An automated voice announced to continue viewing please insert another token. You could hear multiple coins being deposited even for an aging body; it was still very sexy in the low light.
The lights gradually came up again to the same low level of dimness. She again began to brush her hair, pushing her breasts forward revealing very pointed nipples, the dark areola showing slightly beneath the cloth. She hefted her breasts with both hands and squeezed the nipple making them stand out further. “I should have gone into town tonight to get picked up I am so horny I would let almost anyone fuck me at the moment.” There were a few groans around the cubicles accompanied by the distinctive sounds of beating off. “Oh, I wish there was a cock nearby to satisfy my urge.” She looked suggestively at her hairbrush and rubbed her mound through the fabric.
The shutters came down again. “Wow doesn’t time fly when you’re enjoying yourself?” I thought.
More tokens in the slots.
She continued to rub her mound, then took the handle of her hairbrush into her mouth and began licking and sucking it in a most erotic way. “Men sure like me to suck their cocks, but I prefer cocks in my pussy”. If I can’t get the real thing, this will have to do.” She reached under her gown, and showing the bulge of the handle against the fabric travelled towards her vagina until with a groan and the distinct outline of her hand which had stopped at the top of her legs. She removed her hand and leaned back on the stool she had sat upon until she was arched over the stool turning slowly, the obvious bristle end of the brush lifting the gown slightly. Her hand closed over the bristle end from outside of the fabric pushing it slowly in and out. “Would someone like to do this for me or better still, stick a big cock in me?”
There were some enthusiastic affirmations.
She gripped the hem of her gown and brought it up her thighs lifting her buttocks off the stool revealing the hairbrush deep in her cunt, lifting it further over her breasts, and over her shoulders to be discarded on the floor. The lights went out.
There weren’t any more requests for more tokens. The show was over.
“Want another drink before we go?” I asked Cathy.
“Yes, it was nice in that little bar and we had the place to ourselves.”
There was a few more in the bar this time but it wasn’t overly crowded.
“That was very interesting and quite exhilarating.” Said Cathy.
“Thinking of doing a stint in there?”
“Possibly. I have always harboured a fancy to be an exhibitionist but didn’t have the nerve. Maybe I could wear a mask?”
“I’m shocked!” I said. I would never have imagined you would do such a thing. Are you serious?”
“Yes. Let’s talk to the guy on the front desk and see what we have to do.”
After speaking with the desk guy, he explained that any new girls could only do their act on Tuesday nights between six o’clock and eight when it was free to watch by patrons. If the act was any good, they may be asked back to perform at other times. Cathy said we will be back on Tuesday. He booked her in for a slot at around seven o’clock but that she should call around four o’clock to confirm she was still interested, explaining that quite a few girls said they would like to perform but a fair few chickened out.
We left and drove home with me in stunned silence for a while until I asked “What sort of act will you do?”
“I am not sure yet, I have a few ideas running in my head and I would like to be a surprise for you on the night. If you come up with any ideas of what you would like me to do, let me know.”
I couldn’t wait for Tuesday to come around and became more and more excited as the day approached. Would she just talk in a sexy manner, take off some clothes, or even touch someone’s dick? She wouldn’t tell me or even give me any hints.
Tuesday finally came around and Cathy called to confirm. The desk guy told her to go to the bar where the barman would let her access the tunnel to the ‘arena’ as he called it. Cathy thought it a good idea to take some Dutch courage while in the bar.
Cathy made me wait outside the bedroom while she got ready and came out wearing a full-length leather coat even with the day being oppressively warm.
“Make sure the air-conditioning is on in the car darling” she said. We got there at six and went straight to the bar. After a few drinks, and with the about fifteen minutes to go the barman gave her a nod and beckoned her through the hatch in the bar to a door behind him.
“Wish me luck.” She said as she kissed my cheek, and disappeared behind the bar.
I thought I might as well go into one of the cubicles and catch part of the preceding act. It was just as well I did because I only found one vacant cubicle.
The act was pretty mediocre, the woman of well past middle age, stripping to her underwear and concentrating on one particular window, obviously her husband or boyfriend who urged her on enthusiastically. She didn’t look like she was enjoying it.