Doc here with a report from our good friend and senior Journal reporter,
floyd. floyd is a creature of the day, and his afternoon reports from
The Paris Theatre in Portland, OR are a mainstay here at The Journal of Adult Theaters. He is a persistent reporter, and this reports shows that attribute to a "T"...
So here he is, DB Cooper accomplice and excellent driver, floyd and his latest report:
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Doc,
floyd here with another daytime report from the world famous Paris Theater in Portland, OR. As I mentioned in my last report, it has not been a great summer for daytime action at the local theater, with Red Flags (indicating couples in the house) appearing only once or twice a week. And most of them have been the inevitable “tourists,” who sit and watch the movie for a few minutes and leave.
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Paris Theatre
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So I was not happy to be trapped on a long conference call at work when the Red Flag flew last Friday at 12:11pm. Finishing my business call at 12:30, I was debating whether to grab the streetcar downtown and see if they were still there when the Red Flag changed to a Bedroom Flag, indicating that the couple had moved to the small enclosed bedroom area to the right of the main seating area. This virtually always means action, and the spectators can get right up close and look over the waist-high walls at the action. A no-brainer for floyd!
15 minutes later I was paying the fee and entering the dark theater. It was quickly apparent that there was no action in the bedroom, since there were no lookers at the walls. As my eyes adjusted, I realized that the “couple” in the couples area at the back of the Paris was in fact two guys. Not that there’s anything wrong with that... but not floyd’s scene (
ed. note: cue sad trombone sound effect).
I stayed for a few minutes and then headed back to my office, disappointed but still in possession of my entry ticket, which is good for unlimited in-and-out privileges for 12 hours.
The Red Flag that prompted this report flew at 3:40pm, when your reporter had just about given up on seeing any action. Back to the Paris I went, to find a couple making out in the back couples area, fully clothed. There were only a couple of other guys in the theater and only one was paying any attention to the couple. As my eyes again adjusted to the dark, I saw a young, tall, thin guy and his beautiful dark-haired girl. She was stocky but not at all fat, with a beautiful round face that at first I thought looked Hispanic because of her dark complexion. I later concluded that she probably was at least part American Indian. She was wearing jeans and a shear lime green cotton top that did little to conceal her huge natural breasts, which clearly were not constrained by a bra. He was feeling up her tits while he kissed her, which went on for at least 10 minutes, until I started to think there would not be any real sex action.
All that changed when he stood up and took off his pants and boxers. He sat back down and she was down on his hard dick in a flash. She proved to be a most energetic and committed cocksucker, with great stamina to boot. He was looking at the two of us who were watching, leaning back and smiling at his good fortune. He was stroking her ass and trying to lift up her shirt to free those massive tits, but it became clear that she was quite shy about her body, as she was resisting his efforts.
After many minutes of fellatio, he stood up and started to pull off her jeans, eventually revealing tiny blue bikini panties. He took off her shirt and started vigorously sucking her nipples while sliding a hand down her panties. She was lying back spread-eagled at this point, eyes closed. What a view!
Then she pushed him away and put her shirt back on, clearly embarrassed at being almost naked. We figured the show was coming to an end, but he resumed kissing her and playing with her pussy inside the panties. A minute or two later he stood up and doffed his shirt, now completely naked, and laid her out on her back on the bench.
It was at this exact moment that a single lady entered the theater (
ed. note: Hey now!) and asked if she could join them in the chained-off couples area. They said sure as he crawled on top of her. The young girl never did take off her panties to give us a look at that pussy, but her guy just pulled them to one side and entered her.
The other woman was sitting on the bench by their heads. She was probably in her forties, a short, roly-poly blond with big tits that she popped right out of her low cut top and bra. She put her feet up on the edge of the bench and lifted her skirt, revealing no panties and a shaved pussy, which she proceed to diddle, shake, prod and slap in a most provocative way, all the while watching the young couple fucking away mish-style right next to her.
The couple were obviously enjoying themselves, with lots of smiling, kissing, and staring-in-the-eyes going on. I realized then that she had not made a single sound through all of this, which I can only attribute to her obvious shyness. Or maybe some girls are not vocal at all during sex, which I find hard to believe.
Catching Roly-Poly’s eye, I politely inquired if she would like a floyd-style tongue lashing of that wet pussy. Those of you familiar with my reports will remember that this is your reporter’s specialty, and practice makes perfect. She declined, equally politely, and continued her self-abuse. I don’t think the guy came, or if he did it was silently, but the couple stopped fucking and cleaned up with some of the strategically placed paper towels. Roly-Poly put her tits away, smoothed her skirt, and left the theater without comment (
ed. note: Cue sad trombone again).
I figured the show was over after the young girl put her jeans back on and he put on his shirt, but with five minutes they were making out,and then down she went again, enthusiastically sucking his rock hard cock (
ed. note: Hey now - again). I’m pretty sure he was ready to strip her again and doggie-fuck her, which would have been fantastic considering her colossal hangers, but she was having none of it, finished dressing, and they both left the theater (
ed. note: Sad tombone - again).
All in all, a fantastic hour of theater sex on a Friday afternoon!
-floyd
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Afternoon theater sex is a very different animal than your typical later evening fare, and floyd's reports do a great job of illustrating this point. In many cases, it is a voyeur's delight... Couples seeking refuge inside the Paris Theatre, engaging their dark side before walking back into the light (Carol Ann).
Thanks again to floyd for his usual great work, and his frequent use of the MAX in Portland.
The Good Doctor really, really needs your reports from
this thing of ours. I am also looking for more of the TOP Theater Experience stories as well... Just e-mail The Good Doctor at
emiliolizardo1@gmail.com. I will edit, format, and drop in the pics. You get the glory.
Lastly,
the first people to e-mail me the movie reference made in the above report, or the TV show/radio show reference, gets a Dr. Emilio-style shout out on the front page of The Journal.
Thanks,
Monty Hall Doc
