Intent on the ‘girls’ and their back and forth, his penis shrunken back into hiding, straightening his body,
standing, “Let me get this straight.” Looking at Evie, “You’n’Marsha know each other from Roosevelt High School, in Chicago, which is about twenty-five hundred miles from here, and you graduated… Have you guys seen each other since graduating?”
“No.” Evie said.
Marsha negatively shook her head.
“Okay,” Mitchell went on, “you two graduated high school in Chicago in nineteen-fifty-three and you and haven’t seen each other in…”calculating, “thirty-three years.” And here we are, about twenty-five hundred miles and thirty-three years away and… Holy shit! This is some coincidence!
Elysium Fields 14: Horny
Topanga Canyon, California
Saturday, May 17, 1986
A little more at ease being nude within a swimming pool amongst now, including her husband and he didn’t really count because they’d both seen each other nude hundreds, maybe thousands of time, but more at ease with her, so to speak, public nudity. However still finding this unbelievable coincidence… well, unbelievable.
“Hey, I’ve an Idea!”
Trying not to be obvious, studying Evie’s small, but noticeable breasts and her small, but noticeable dark nipples, “Yeah, what’s that?” Mitchell asked.
Looking from Mitchell to Marsha, “You two here by yourself?”
“You kidding!?” Stated as much, if not more of an exclamation then a question “Yes, of course we’re here by ourselves!”
“Yeah, Evie, Marsha made me sign an oath in blood saying that there’d be no-one here that knows us.”
“ ‘No-one here that knows you’? Then I pop up! What are the odds?”
“From West Rogers Park to Topanga Canyon? Yeah!” Mitchell laughed, “What are the odds?”
“Anyway,” Evie said, “seeing as you two” looking at Marsha, “are here by yourselves, why don’t you pull your stuff up to our blanket…”
“Yeah, I’m here with my boyfriend along with another couple, some friends of ours.”
“You’ve friends that, outside of here, you let see you, uh…”
“Naked? Sure,” Evie said, “Kenneth’s the one that introduced Morgan – Morgan’s my boyfriend – and he brought Morgan here first then Morgan brought me here and today Kenneth’s here with his girlfriend…”
Seeing a look come to Marsha’s face, “I know what you’re thinking and no, we don’t have ‘swapping parties’. We’re just friends.”
“And you can do this? Go to a movie or dinner or just sit around and just be friends knowing…
Finishing Marsha’s question, “What we all look like naked?” Evie said, “Yes! Sure we can!”
Still in the pool, stopping now, no one spoke as a young couple approached... As a young, maybe in their thirties couple approached… As a very attractive young couple approached, that, “Hi,” the young man said as he and the young woman, “Hello, she said as she and the young man started down the steps into the shallow.
Sensing a flow of vaginal moisture, captivated with the appearance of this handsome man with the long, thick penis, “Uh, hi… uh, hello.” Marsha stammered back as…
Seeing the look on her face, hearing his wife who never stammers, stammer. Sensing a pang of jealousy, “Know what, Evie,” Taking Marsha’s elbow, steering her up the steps, fighting the urge to look at the young woman with, God, he’d thought, she’s got great tits, “Marcie’n’me, we’d love to join you and your friends.”
Fighting the urge to look over her shoulder, to see the young man again, “Yes, okay,” being led up the steps, “that’ll be fine.”
The glistening droplets of water upon their bodies evaporating in the balmy air.
Walking through the thick grass of Elysium Fields wearing nothing but sandals; Evie to the right and Mitchell – her hand held within his – to her left.
Feeling the warm breeze caressing her body…
Marsha sensed the warm pine and grass scented breeze caressing places of her body that a breeze had never before caressed.
Taken with this sensual place! In the near four hours here, absolutely taken with Elysium Fields, Marsha Lipensky felt no embarrassment at being naked walking amongst a field of naked people, rather, amazingly, what Marsha Lipensky felt was a sense of peaceful euphoria.
Also, Marsha Lipensky was horny as hell.
©August 23, 2011 / Mark M. Lichterman