THE NUDIST: Part 2 of 5

                 May 10, 1986: 10:33 AM

                       ELYSIUM FIELDS

                      814 Robinson Road

Feeling excited, but at the same time a bit queasy over what I was about to do, driving to the administration building, parking the car, I went inside.

 “Hi,” I said to the homely, exceedingly corpulent woman wearing a vividly colored, floral caftan that sat behind the desk.

Caftans, I supposed, being the uniform of the day for Elysium office personnel.  “Is, uh, Elsa around?” I asked.

“Elsa? No, she’s off today. Can I help you?”

Having absolutely no desire to see this woman naked, “I, uh, came in yesterday and paid for today.”

“What’s your name?”

“Lipensky... Mitchell Lipensky.”

Looking at the loose leaf binder... “Oh, yes, here you are! Give me your hand.”

“My hand?”

Removing a hand stamp and ink pad from the drawer, “Yeah, ultra-violet waterproof stamp,” the woman said, reaching for my hand, “This’ll get you into the parking lot. Also we have monitors that check for this to see if there’s any one here that shouldn’t be here... Also,” smiling, “the monitors make sure people don’t get too friendly, if you know what I mean.”

Wondering how, ‘being too friendly,’ might be controlled, nodding my head, “Yeah, I know what you mean.” 

“I’ve my bike with me.” I asked,  “it’ll be safe in your lot?”

“Yeah, Moss... The attendent’ll sign you in as having a bike. Then cars leaving the lot with bikes are checked to be sure they came in with a bike.”

“Yesterday, did Elsa give you the grand tour?” the woman asked.

“ ‘Grand tour’? No.”

“Okay.” Swiveling, then laboriously lifting herself off the swivel seated chair, “I’m Gwen, by the way.”

“Hi, Gwen,” I said, following her outside.

“This building,” gesturing, “is both the office and housing...” walking to the side and alongside the long structure... “for two ‘live in’ families, and...” now behind the structure... “here’s our swimming pool.”

A typical Southern California spring day, the temperature at this time in the morning standing at near eighty. Sensing a twitch in my crotch...

“Morning, Gwen!” One of the women waved.

.... there were five people standing in the shallow end of the fairly large pool: three men and two women, all nude.

“Morning, Shelly.” Gwen answered back.

Backtracking, following the waddling Gwen, walking across the circular area before ‘Administration’, to a larger building,  “Here’s the bathrooms,” Gwen said, gesturing to a  ‘Men’ and a ‘Woman,’ with a doorless three stall shower between.

“And here...” entering the structure, “is our meeting and lecture room.”

Sitting on dark planked flooring, chairs and lounges scattered about, the large, knotty pine paneled room had a open beam ceiling and a huge, floor to ceiling rock fireplace.

Turning to the left, into a hallway containing three doors, “And here... shhh!” holding her index finger before her lips, two of the doors were open showing sun-lit bedrooms, while, the third door closed, rhythmic, telltale sounds of  the movement of bedsprings came from within.

Glancing at her watch, giggling, “Guess someone got started early today,” Gwen whispered.  “This is where people go when they feel themselves becoming very friendly; where they can have some privacy, because we... Here at Elysium,” she said sternly, “we want everyone to enjoy their day and have a good time, but we do not allow open displays of sexuality.”

Nodding my head once again, continuing the tour, outside now, facing the tree dotted grassy area, there must have been forty or more scattered people sitting on blankets individually or in groups of two, three or more people.

“I don’t feel like walking there now, but,” Gwen said, pointing south-westerly across the field, “See the flagstone walkway there?”

Following her pointing finger, “Yes.”

“That walk leads to a little incline where there’s a level area with a wading pool and a Jacuzzi big enough...” smiling again, “for a number of people at the same time.”

Thinking, ‘a Jacuzzi big enough to hold a number of naked people at the same time’? This is a way to keep people from becoming ‘too friendly’?

 “And there,” Going on, Gwen now pointed to the north-west,  “is our tennis and volley ball court.”

Looking in that direction, seeing two nude men, I could now hear the distant ‘ponging’ sound of a volleying tennis ball.

Walking back to ‘Administration’, “On the way up, did you notice the road leading to the right?”

“About half way down?” I asked.

“Yeah. That’s the road that goes to the parking lot. Just show Moss the stamp on your hand and he’ll let you in.”

                                           ***

Strange, now that I was here, my towel spread, thinking I wouldn’t, strange that I felt apprehension at the thought of undressing before a field of strangers, the closest, by the way, about twenty feet away.

Actually, apprehensive and excited at the same time, sitting on the towel, I kicked my shoes off, then removed my socks... Stalling, I guess, I then pulled the shirt over my head and off. Okay, now sitting, should I wiggle out of my – cycling – shorts or bite the bullet and stand as a man. Screw it! Standing – sure everyone within sight was staring at me – I lowered my shorts, and as I did sun warmed air and the slight breeze hit my penis and, sensing the uplifting sensation there, I quickly sat.

Sitting now, my knees drawn upward to partially hide myself, and my erection, I looked about and guess what? Not a person, no-one was looking at me, or even in my direction....

But now I’m looking.

The couple sitting closest, a man with his back to me, the woman facing me, I could see was older and, her breasts easily visible, curiously, did not excite me. Looking towards the next closest blanket, at two women, both facing me, for some strange reason, did not excite me either. Matter of fact, looking downward, amazingly, I’d shrunken and, sitting as I was with my legs bent at the knees,  retracted into the hair there with none but the glans visible, surprised me further because I’d truly felt that I would be nothing but,  and as it was, I was anything but ‘horny’.

Thinking,  I can’t sit  screwed up like this all day! So, Screw it!

Straightening my legs, stretching my legs forward, sitting upward with my arms held behind me with elbows locked, allowing the sun and breeze to touch all of me, glancing about I saw that, still, not one person was looking at me.

                                         ***

Approaching from the parking area, walking in my direction, a man and woman, possibly my age or a bit younger, coming towards me, caused my knees to bend upwards once again...

“ ‘Morning,” the man said. “That your car,” nodding his head backward, “with the bike on it?”

 “Yes?” I answered questioningly.

 “Thought so,” reaching his outstretched hand to me. “You new here?”

“Yeah.” Feeling ill at ease sitting naked with another man looking down at me. “Hi.”  I shook the offered hand.

"Hi!" Somewhat good-looking, dark complected, about five, seven and a bit on the chubby side, “I’m Ken.”

“Mitch,” I answered.

The dark haired, fairly attractive woman at his side, also a bit on the chubby side – which didn’t bother me in the least – said, “Hi! I’m Sandy,” 

Pulling his shirt off, “Mind if we park here?” pointing to a spot about ten feet to the right of me.

“No,” rather surprised that I’d met some fellow nudists so soon, “not at all!”

Then again, ‘wife swapping’ a somewhat current practice, the thought flitted through my mind, but then again, I had no wife or, for that matter, anyone with me.

“Thanks,” Ken said, dropping his shorts, along with his underpants.

Flapping the blanket open,  it dropped much closer than ten feet. Unbuttoning her blouse, she tossed it onto the blanket, now reaching behind her back, the bra fell downward. Sandy stepped out of her shorts, then, without the slightest hesitation, her panties.

Feeling myself engorging, trying not to look at Sandy, or trying to look like I was not trying to look...

Sensing my predicament, making a sweeping movement with his arm, “You new to this, Mitch?”           

“Yeah,” looking at my watch, “I’ve been here, including ‘the grand tour,’ about a half hour.”

“It’s okay,” Ken said, “this is only our third time and I  know how you feel. If you want to look, it doesn’t bother her.” Now speaking to Sandy,  “You don’t mind if Mitch looks at you, do you?”

 “A few weeks ago it would,” smiling at me, “but no, I’m so much at ease here that being naked,” looking downward, then back at me, “I don't mind you looking now.” Adding, “And, trust me, I’ve never admitted it before, but I like seeing...” Sandy’s eyes now locked with mine. “...naked men.”

My heart quickening, not knowing what to make of this statement, especially with her, assumed, naked husband just feet from me and, still not wanting to gawk, smiling back, I forced my eyes away... to another couple that were in the process of claiming a five by seven piece of Elysium for the day.

Bringing my attention back, “Sandy and I ride bikes, too,” Ken said, “that’s why I noticed your car.”

Sandy now sitting with her legs crossed. Feeling my heart thumping, again bringing my legs into a crooked position to, again, hide myself, my eyes moved from her pretty, though moderately sized, sloping breasts to the hairy, black ‘V’ of her crotch, then quickly away.

“Uh,” wanting to make conversation to take my mind, and engorged penis from the sight of  this 'new,'  becoming more attractive by the second, woman. “Uh, what do you do, uh, for a living, Ken?”

“Insurance, with ‘State Farm’. You?”

“Real estate. I’m with...” quickly thinking it best not to say too much, “uh, an agency in Woodland Hills.”

The man and woman at the new blanket now nude, along with numbers of other people that even now were beginning to populate the field.

“You married?” Ken asked.

“Yeah. But my wife... We haven’t been talking to each other, you know, for a few days now, so I thought, ‘what the hell’, and bought myself a day here.”

Now, looking about, along with men, there were dozens of nude women.”

“You going to tell her you were here?”

There were now so many nude women I didn’t quite know where or which way to look, and did not want to appear to be gawking at Sandy, which is exactly what I did want to do.

“Tell my wife about this? About here? I don’t know yet.”

“Sandy was hesitant, but after coming for one day, she fell in love with it here.”

Needing no prompting, “Ken’s right,” she said. “He almost had to twist my arm to get me here the first time, but once I came, I do! I love it here!”

Looking about, “Most of the couples here married?” I asked.

“Don’t really know.” Surprising me, “Sandy and I aren’t, though.” Ken said.

                                           ***

Strange, but I, along with most men, I would think, would feel that in a situation such as this, at a place such as Elysium with dozens of nude women of all ages, shapes and sizes... Most men would think that they had died and gone to heaven, and that they would have an erection from the time they came till the time they left. However, much to my amazement, and confirmed by my newfound friend, Ken, this is far from the case, because...

                                          ***

As this day wore on, having our picnic lunches together, sharing a bottle and a half of their wine, beginning to confide in each other... or maybe it was the wine and this beautiful, Southern California spring day...

“Guys,” I asked, “do not take offense at this, but other than for you, Sandy, how come seeing all these naked women I’m not horny as hell?”

In the Jacuzzi, Ken sitting on the side with his feet dangling in the bubbling water, his penis even further retracted into the thatch of his pubic hair than mine...

                                           ***

Once again, I must digress:

Men are competitive creatures.

If you women reading this did not know, let me now state that men, at least most men, are highly competitive creatures.

Most, or many men will not admit to this, but, having an inbred competitive mentality, men will, clandestinely, if in a communal shower or, most certainly in a place such as Elysium, mentally compare the breadth and/or the visible length of another man’s penis to the breadth and/or the visible length of their own penis.

It does not necessarily hold true that if a man’s penis, in a relaxed state, appears to be ‘less endowed’, nor, that in an engorged state, that same man may, proportionately, remain ‘less endowed’ than any other average man.  Or, if a man’s penis, in a relaxed state, appears to be ‘more endowed’, it does not necessarily hold true that in an engorged state that same man may, proportionately, appear to be that much ‘more endowed’ than any other average man.

This said, considering myself a man of ‘average endowment’...

Okay, I’ll admit it! It was a bit gratifying to see that, though far from the relaxed appearance of the ‘greatly more endowed’, I was, appearance wise, in a relaxed apperance far from the ‘least endowed’ of the many men that I saw on this day.

So, as the Colt .44 of the old west was considered to be ‘the great equalizer’, Penis wise, a place such as Elysium might be considered, at least for me, ‘the great equalizer’.

                                             ***

“Guys,” I asked, “do not take offense at this, but other than for you, Sandy, how come seeing all these naked women I’m not horny as hell?”

In the Jacuzzi, Ken sitting on the side with his feet dangling in the bubbling water, “look around you, Mitch.”

“Okay...” Not too used to wine, at least the three glasses of wine that I’d consumed, “...okay,” I said as, a bit bleary eyed, I did look around.

“What do you see?”

Smiling, “Lots’a tits,” I said.

“Yeah, but there’s so many you can’t really concentrate on any particular tits, can you?”

“Yeah,” Looking at Sandy, who was standing closely alongside of me, “except for yours,”  I said, looking at the water bubbling onto and around her breasts.

“I’m turning you on, Mitchie?” she asked coming closer, rubbing her breasts onto my upper arm.

Oh, yeah! I thought, looking at Ken then, turning to her, poking into her thigh, “What do you think, Sandy?”

Her lips quickly brushing mine, “Yeah!” She said, "I know."

“Anyway,” Ken said, apparently not caring if Sandy kissed me or brushed her naked breasts against my arm, or, because I was hidden from the waist down by the foaming, bubbling water, if he’d guessed that I’d poked his girlfriend in the thigh with my extended penis. “There’s so many women here to look at, it’s almost impossible, at least it was for me and, looks like for you, too, to concentrate on any single woman.”

Considering this as the only plausible reason for, other than Sandy, primarily remaining ‘calm’ throughout the day, “Yeah, I guess,” I said.

                                          ***

“So, Sandy asked...” 

All three of us now sharing their blanket: Myself, my legs stretched straight forward, sat to the left of Ken, who, shading his eyes from the mid-afternoon sun, was reclining with his arm across his eyes. To the right of Ken, Sandy, well knowing the effect she was having, once again sat facing me with her legs crossed.

“So, Sandy asked, you going to tell your wife about this place?” Adding slyly, “And me?”

“Don’t know.” I honestly answered. “And if I do,” our eyes locking, “certainly not about you.”

“Ohhh,” Sandy purred, “you’re hurting my feelings.”

Looking down, her eyes following mine, “Not when you do this to me, I’m not going to tell my wife about you.”

Turning away, I looked across the highly populated field and, concentrating, I willed myself to return to a deflated state, until...

Strangely...

Very strangely, three rows of blankets away, one lone lady...

One lone lady among the, possibly, seventy or eighty naked women within my sight wore a bikini bathing suit and this one, less than naked lady...

Looking onto my lap, my averagely endowed penis was standing very rigidly at attention.