Because so much time has passed since Nude-Night-Naughty 1 and Nude-Night-Naughty 10, I thought it best to give you a bit of a reminder that this, oh, so sad story is leading to what happened on that summers night in 2008 when Mitchell Lipensky and Shannon Lynne were banned from Westlake Lake…
Well, guys and gals, here’s where it began on this oh, so fateful evening on that beautifully warm day in mid-November of year 2007, when, approaching a heretofore unforeseen unapproachable divide, the geezer asked: “You want to come over later on?”
When, Senior Citizen Shannon Lynne emphatically answered, “Yes!” She precipitated the ongoing events that will eventually lead to that, oh, so fateful summers night in 2008.
So now, on that still beautifully warm evening in mid-November… Remember, if you please: Nude-Night-Naughty happened in Southern California where November might still be as summer...
“Yes, Mitchie. Let’s go to the bedroom.” Hesitating. “Uh, we’re not going to, uh, go into ’your’ room, though, are we?”
“ ‘My room’?”
“You know.” Feeling more than a bit guilty. “Where you, uh, sleep with, uh, your wife.”
Still standing face to face – because, when wearing slacks, Shannon’s rear-side appeared perfectly flat – At this time standing face to face, both hands held Shannon’s, surprisingly, well-defined buttocks.
As he wore no restrictive underwear, she still feeling the surprising, for a geezer, pointed press of his penis onto her thigh.
“I thought you knew, but…” But, really, never having bedroom conversation in the past, “we don’t… Uh, Marsha and me, we haven’t slept together for two years.”
Shannon and Burton still sharing the same bed, the thought that her neighbor and his wife – with he moments away from becoming her ‘lover’ – did not share the same bed had never entering her mind. “Oh, okay, then.”
Hands held, the geezer led the old lady into his room for the first time.
Sitting on the foot of the queen-size bed, both Shannon and Mitchell at a complete loss as to what to do; at a complete loss as to how to start. Both thinking that it was so much easier way back then, when they were younger when ‘things’ just naturally happened.
Taking the incentive, his hand moving to the back of Shannon’s head, turning it , their mouths; for the second time in the twenty-seven years of living as platonic neighbors, the lips of sixty-three year old Shannon and seventy-three year old Mitchell came, very warmly, together. Lying back, his hands, moving their way to the rear looking, searching for some entrance beneath her blouse as, moving his hands away, rising off her buttocks, Shannon pulled the dress she wore over her head.
Neither bothering to ask – as she wore but a pair of surprisingly sexy panties along with a surprisingly sexy, matching bra – in the heat of the moment neither thought to ask of the others preference to making love, for the first time, in a light or dark room.
Fully nude: The softness of Shannon’s flesh and the sight of Shannon’s body especially her smallish – but slightly more than a hand full –breasts exciting him in a way he hadn’t been excited in…? Shannon excited him In a way he hadn’t been excited in longer than he could remember, and the old man’s body, reinforced with 100 milligrams of Viagra, responded.
As for Shannon: In the arms of one she had loved for years; one arm held tightly onto his back, her other hand held pleasingly around ‘him’, as one of her small, now hardened nipples were pleasingly, extremely pleasingly held within his mouth.
He cared not a whit about Shannon’s wrinkles, nor her ‘ugly, mushy stomach that had never returned to it’s taut state after the birth of her children’, and, especially, he did not care that her breasts were long and hanging and were sixty-three years old … No! In fact he loved Shannon’s breasts… Yes! Indeed! The old man did love the sight, the feel and especially the taste of Shannon Lynne’s breast!
She cared not a whit about Mitchell’s paunch, his own set of boobies, his major set of ‘love handles’ nor the flesh that did hang loosely while above her… While now within her, the flesh beneath his chin did hang, but nothing mattered more than she was here, now, beneath him, within him… With him.
Thinking about it, as stated in Chapter 9, it may be a good idea to warn you that what happened next might not be so pretty as the two charged forward into their ‘chasm of illicit passion’! Really? Please remember after all, that Shannon was a sixty-three year old ‘Senior Citizen’ while Mitchell Lipensky, at age seventy-three could categorically be categorized as a ‘geezer’.
So began from this time foward…
From this first, if you will, educational exploratory foray into the bedroom of the old man; that didn’t remain exploratory for very long because, after all, both Shannon and Mitchell were both alive and both human and both desperately in need of a warm, human, sexually motivated touch, so eventually…
Actually in a very few minutes, their prehistoric…
Understand please; because of their ages I don’t mean to imply that their personal instincts were prehistoric but more so those historically known prehistoric instincts took over and – with the help of 100 milligrams of Viagra – prehistoric instincts took over and, “Old age be damned!” Various bodily components awakening remembered what they were and why they were and reacted, so…
So began from this time forward a full-blown clandestine – near geriatric – affair that, so they thought, remained clandestine. However, if anyone knew or suspected anything other than Shannon and Mitchell’s long standing, though at times a bit flirty, platonic, neighborly friendship no one said anything to prove differently. Although, actually, in time a few neighbors began to think differently.
But, what the hell, those few that thought differently thought; the old fart couldn’t probably get ‘it’ up anyway.
Well, yeah, but with the help of his pharmaceutical co-conspirators at Pfizer the ‘old fart’ was able, usually, to ‘get it up’.
And when he couldn’t…
Remembering that these are attached, one story units: From there on, when dark, at pre-ordained times, using the pretense of “letting the dog out,” each rushed outside for some kissing and for some touching and for some… well, at his age there was no such thing as a “quickie”. As a matter of fact, one must remember that, for geezers, the words "sexual spontaneity” generally are no longer applicable. One must also know that not always did the 100 milligrams of Viagra work as expected. Also, being on the expensive side, the medication was taken only at such a time when the two would be allotted time enough for a relaxing, time consuming foray at one or the other’s home – if one or the other’s spouse was away for a hospital stay— or, occasionally they would meet at a not too distant motel.
Being a man, albeit an old man, this old man had one aim in the circumstances’ when the extracurricular medication was not taken, or was not working as he wished, and that one aim was to please the lady… Always a considerate person, especially during times of sexuality, this old man’s one aim was to please his lady in any way possible. So, one might say, he became… Oral.
As a matter of fact, finding that she enjoyed doing ‘oral’ also, Senior Citizen Shannon Lynne became a rather oral – both in receiving and giving – lady herself.
Bet you thought it was only young people that do stuff like that.
Truth be told, occasionally, old bones creaking, at times Senior Citizen Lynne and the geezer found it hard extracting themselves from their… numerical positions.
However, within the dark recess of either’s side by side garage, as his, by this time bedridden wife slept or was pre-occupied with television, or when Shannon’s husband lay drunk, here within our two lovers snatched moments of physical love.
Next 8 months?
Never able to leave their charges for more than a few hours; living and loving as they were. Never able to spend a night together, their love was caught in swift snatches; after dark within the garage… Not really too romantic, was it? Also, on a daily basis, each evening at about 6:30 the two would innocently meet to go for an ‘innocent’ hour’s walk with the dogs.
Leaving their immediate area, if no one in sight, the two would walk side by side, hand in hand. In this neighborhood, some people seeing the loving couple night after night thought them actually married.
Okay, I know! Having an affair while their spouses lie either ill or drunk did not make Shannon and Mitchell people of sterling character. However, each felt they had but one life to live and so long as they did all they could for those that depended upon them? A rationalization, of course. But, in truth, we all have but one life to live, along with whatever happiness one might be fortunate enough to find.
And so life went on…
Until Burton Lynne passed away – from complications of acute alcoholism – in April of 2008 and Marsha Lipensky – from a multitude of diabetic complications – in June of 2008.
To be continued
©October 6, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman