The Nudist: 5 of 5
Elysium Fields
Topanga, California
Sunday, May 11, 1986
1:20 PM
Closing my eyes at the thought of where my hand was, my heart again thumping, leaning forward, my lips touching her lips, her tongue parting my lips...
Oh, God! Not wanting to! But here in the open? Here, among possibly better than a hundred people” Here, now...
Knowing I’d...we’d better stop... now! Forcing my lips from her lips, my breathing harsh...
Lita on her back, me on my side pressed closely against her, my hand now moved upward, from the tightly wound triangle of black hair onto the soft...
Holding my hand, Lita moved it upward, onto the hard, yet butter soft flesh of her stomach...
Small talk. Got to cool down, make small talk...
***
“Mitch...”
“Yeah, Lita?”
“Let’s go to a room.”
‘Let’s go to a room’. Oh, God, how I was hoping, how I wanted this. Yet...
Knowing myself!
Knowing if I did this thing – because it had happened in the past – if I did take this one step further, Oh, God, but I wanted to! If I went into a room with Lita and made love to Lita, feeling as I was feeling for this lady that I’d met little more than an hour ago...
Sexual intercourse, for me, was never ‘casual’. Actually, I’ve never made love to a woman that I didn’t truly feel ‘something’ for. Sexual intercourse, for me, was always deeply emotional, and, in the past, was always with, if not exactly at that time, sexual intercourse would be with someone that I would then became extremely emotionally fond of.
If I did go with Lita, and my, already deep feelings for the lady were to escalate but hers did not, where do I go from there? How do I, an older white guy living in the suburbs court a – I figured Lita to be in her mid thirties – How do I court a much younger black woman living someplace in Los Angeles? How would I do it? I couldn’t!
If I did go, knowing myself, Lita would be a longing part of my memory forever.
If I did not go, knowing myself, I’ll be, figuratively, kicking myself in the ass forever.
Feeling as I did for this lady there was no black or white! There was no Negro or Caucasian There is only Lita and me! Only a man and a woman!
But this man and this woman were both married and I had no idea how Lita really felt, how far beyond this erotic day and this beautiful place Lita would want this to go.
As for me, even if Lita and I were to go no further than now, if I did this thing, Oh, God, but I wanted to! If I did this thing, if I, once again, stepped beyond this boundary, all semblance of love for Marsha would be gone and we, for whatever the future of our marriage was worth, would also be gone.
“Lita,” my hand, on her stomach, actually aching to hold a breast, acutally aching for the feel of her breast in my hand.
“Lita, I don’t know how it happened, but in the little time that we’ve known each other, I’ve, uh, really gotten to like you... a lot! And you’ve no idea how much I’d love to go to a room with you...”
Sitting up, looking at me, “you don’t want to go with me?” she asked incredulously. “You’re turning me down?”
“Lita, are you willing to let this go further than,” motioning towards Elysium’s Administrative area, “this?”
“Mitchell, you’re a nice guy, but I’m married! Why would you think that I’d... Forget it!” Reaching into a gym bag, removing a pair of shorts, pushing her feet through, standing, Lita pulled the shorts over her hips, then hastily, a loose fitting top.
Watching, “Lita, I didn’t...”
Jamming her feet into sandals, “Thanks for a really lovely morning!”
Women have always been a mystery to me.
Standing nude, among the field of nude people, embarrassed because those nearby were looking, I watched as Lita hurried from the fields of Elysium, and my life.
Woodland Hills, California
Sunday, May 11, 1986
2:17 PM
“You’re home early.”
Huh?
The enjoyment of this day shattered by Lita’s hasty, angry departure from Elysium, already mentally kicking myself in the ass for turning her invitation down. Also feeling that I’d had enough sunshine for one weekend...
Huh? I thought, she’s talking to me again?
The house smelling of fresh baked cake, standing in the kitchen, Marsha was slathering chocolate icing – which she knew I loved – onto the layer cake she’d baked.
“Yeah, I’ve, uh, had enough bike riding this weekend.”
“Good! I’m glad you’re home now because, if you want, I thought we might catch a move, have a bite to eat out, then come home for desert.”
Women have always been a mystery to me.
10:47 PM
Our lips parting, “Mitchie, I love you.”
Moving from atop to alongside, now so glad it didn’t go further this afternoon, “Me, too, honey,” I said sincerely, “I love you, too.”
Laying closely together in the dark room, our ragged breathing returning to normal.
“Mitchie, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, baby.”
Switching the light on her nightstand on, turning onto her side, facing me, “You’re so tan!” Both of us completely nude, tracing her finger from my chest to my, now limp penis, “How come you don’t have any tan lines?”
Taking a moment to think...
Knowing the truth most often the best way to go: “Marcie, we had a listing in Malibu that the office caravanned on Friday. We took Topanga to get to P.C.H. and passed this place called ‘Elysium’...” Stopping I waited for Marsha to ask...
“What’s ‘Elysium’ ” she asked.
“A Nudist camp.” I said.
“I can’t believe it!” Sitting up, looking at me, looking at my body, looking at my extremely tanned body minus any tan lines. “This is where you’ve been?” She laughed. “A ‘nudist camp’?”
“Yeah,” I said, “It’s beautiful there! Marcie, It’s absolutely beautiful there! You’ll love it!”
“ ‘Love it’? I won’t go!” she said emphatically.
Loving the sense of freedom being of in the open, completely unclothed gave me. Loving being in the open with other people and the utter sense of beauty I found at Elysium.
Knowing this was now a part of my life. Also knowing the will power I displayed today may not always be the case. Well knowing how easily I could get into trouble on my own at Elysium. Truly wanting to be there with my wife! Truly wanting Marsha to see and sense the beauty of Elysium, “Marcie,” I said, “it’s ‘clothing optional’ and you don’t have to get all naked if you don’t want to.”
“Well, let me tell you, I wouldn’t want to!”
Remembering the lady in the bikini bathing suit that, among the many, many nude women there that caught my eye and, weirdly, excited me. “You don’t have to, honey! How’s about it? Give it a try, please!”
“Lots’a naked men there, huh?” She said, trying to make it sound like a joke. “What if I see a man that appeals to me more than you?”
“I’ve been there two days and seen a hundred naked women and haven’t,” I lied, “seen a woman that’s appealed to me more than you.”
“Mitchie, I’m fifty years old and have four kids! How can you say you haven’t seen a woman that’s appealed to you more than me.”
“You’re still beautiful to me! So call me crazy!”
Tickled by his words, surprisingly! Actually really surprising Marsha, the thought of seeing a bunch of naked men appealing to her, “You’re lying!”
“Marcie, I’m not lying!” Well knowing the various inflections of his wife’s voice, thinking her softening, “Give it a chance, you’ll love it.”
“And I don’t have to get all undressed?”
“No, not at all. Not if you don’t want to.”
“Anyone there that knows us? That we know?
“That ‘knows us’? No! Of course not! Who’d be there that ‘knows us’?”
“Well,” reaching to the lamp, turning it off, “let me think about it.”
Elysium Fields
Topanga, California
Saturday, May 17, 1986
10:05 AM
Having no idea what to expect, walking into ‘Administration’, Gwen’s appearance surprising her, “Good morning,” Marsha said to the homely, rotund woman behind the desk wearing a caftan covered with pink flamingos.
“ ‘morning, Gwen. I’d like to sign my wife onto my membership.”
“Opening the deep side drawer, “Name again,” Gwen asked.
“Lipensky.”
“Ah, yeah. here you go... That’ll be another seventy-five.”
Mitchell didn’t tell Marsha that she could spend the day at Elysium with a ten dollar guest membership because he felt, if it only cost ten dollars, she might not want to come back, but spending seventy-five dollars would be a different matter.
“Hands!”
“Hands?”
Looking at her husband, Mitchell explained, “ultra-violet waterproof hand stamp so they know only those that belong here are here.”
“Oh.” Marsha said.
“You want to show your wife around?”
“After we park, Gwen, thanks.”
***
Walking from the parking lot into the park area, at this time of day on a warm, Southern California morning, dozens of people having staked their little square of Elysium, it took Marsha a number of moments until she realized they were all nude and a sense of surrealism came to her... She saw what she saw, but the living concept of Elysium was so contrary to all she’d ever know that for a few moments the sight of dozens of fully nude people refused to meld into her conscious mind.
“Come on, baby,” leading her by the hand, “let’s stay here, okay?” Hoping not to be recognized because of Lita’s rapid departure, Mitchell went far beyond the spot he’d sat last week.
Dropping the picnic basket, taking either sides of the blanket, they spread it onto the grass.
Kicking his shoes off, “le’me get undressed and I’ll show you around.”
Watching, actually watching disbelievingly as her husband took his clothes off. Marsha then removed her shorts and blouse reveling a two piece bathing suit beneath.
Feeling strange walking alongside of a naked man, even if that naked man was her husband...
“Come on!” Taking her hand, they walked to the large building opposite ‘Administration’ . Going inside, he explained the three rooms ‘where people go when they feel themselves becoming very friendly; where they can have some privacy.’ Outside again, the two ‘year round’ live in apartments and the swimming pool, then, cutting across the field, to the upper area and the Jacuzzi.
***
11:53 AM
Sitting up, ‘people watching’... One of Marsha’s favorite things was to ‘people watch’, and what better place to really people watch than a nudist camp, however, now the watcher of people sensed she was being watched.
Looking to her side, at her husband laying flat out becoming even tanner... without tan lines. “Mitchie, I’m feeling really conspicuous.”
Sitting up, “Marcie,” looking around, “there’s got to be, what? A hundred people here all naked... and you, in a bathing suit. So who do you think’s going to catch their eyes? Who do you think people are going to see?”
“I told you I wasn’t going to get naked.”
“Like I said, that’s your choice. But you know me and you know that I’d be horny as hell seeing all these naked women...” chuckling, “some of these naked women, but there’s so many I can’t concentrate on any.”
“Better not concentrate too much, ‘cause,” flicking his limp penis with the tip of her finger, “I’ll know when you are.”
“Hey, baby, you’re the only woman here that's turning me on, but I guarantee you’re turning other guys on, too.”
“ ‘Cause I’m wearing a bathing suit?”
“Yeah.”
“So, okay already.” Hesitating, Marsha removed the top.
“See," Mitchell said, "it’s not too bad.”
Sitting up with her knees cocked hiding her chest, “no, not too bad.”
Holding her shoulders, forcing Marsha onto her back, her breasts flattening across her chest, “relax,” Mitchell said, “you’re beautiful!”
Laying for a while, “what the hell,” Marsha conceded, “no one here knows us.” Lifting her buttocks, removing the bottoms, “May as well take it all off!” looking about a few seconds, she then lay back.
Truth be told, at age fifty, Marsha Lipensky was still a beautiful woman.
At the time of their marriage, stating she’d wanted to have four children by the time she was thirty, Marsha now had four adult children that were able to live on their own.
Tall: five seven and a half; one of those, enviable, eternally thin women; though on the soft side with faded stretch marks...
Looking at his wife as she lay flat upon her back: Black hair bound into a pony-tail, long legs and thin thighs, her dark hair trimmed to a fine triangle, Marsha had a flat stomach, moderately sized breasts with large, dark areola...
Having his wife with him to share the beauty here with him, uunable to contain himself, feeling an overwhelming sense of love, “Marcie,” her eyes opening, “I love you,” Mitchell said softly, “I love you.” Bringing his lips to hers, they kissed.
At the times of their anger; Marsha’s anger triggering his anger, their dislike of one the other was a deeply felt emotion. At the times of their love; at the times when Marsha’s blood sugar levels were not sea-sawing, when tired she could actually sleep, her love triggering Mitchell’s love, their love of one the other was a deeply felt emotion.
This being the reason neither sought divorce: At times both felt they could not live with each other; however – this the reason Mitchell hesitated when invited to have intercourse with Lita – though at times both felt they could not live with each other, both knew they could not live without each other.
***
1:10 PM
The temperature rising, “Mitchie.” sitting up, “it’s getting hot. Want to go to the pool?” She asked.
“Yeah, baby, I’m getting hot, too.” Standing, reaching to her...
Sitting or laying since removing her bathing suit, now, standing in the open fully nude with all these people about a far different matter, hesitating, thinking, I’ll have to get up sooner or later and what’s the difference, nobody here knows me. Reaching upward, taking Mitchell’s hand, Marsha stood.
Walking from the blanket to the pool, feeling the hot air upon her body... upon her entire body, holding her husband’s hand, all sense of embarrassment suddenly gone, knowing that for a woman her age... knowing that for a woman her age with four adult kids she looked damn good. Also, looking to her side, always taking pride in her husband’s good looks, knowing, for a man of fifty-two her deeply tanned husband was, most probably, the best looking man there.
Her love for the man at her side and the beauty of day and, yes, the beauty of this place, Marsha Lipensky’s hand tightened about that of her husband.
As nobody here knew her... Her sense of pride overriding all sense of embarrassment, Marsha’s body straightened.
***
“Mitchie...” standing waist deep at the shallow end, Mitchell, having swam to the deep end, “Mitchie,” Marsha called, “I’m getting hungry, so whenever you want to go back...”
The one other person in the pool, a middle aged, dark-haired woman who was standing chest deep in the water with her head held back accepting the mid-afternoons sun, upon hearing Marsha’s voice...
***
Once again, a slight digression.
Mitchell and Marsha, nee Goldman, Lipensky, until moving to Southern California in the mid seventies were both native Chicagoans.
Marsha, a graduate of Roosevelt High School on the near north side of Chicago, graduated at the age of seventeen.
Now, near twenty-five hundred miles from Chicago, now, thirty-three years since graduating from Roosevelt High School.
***
Fully nude, but secure in the fact that she had complete anonymity...
Standing in the shallow end, water to her waist, “Mitchie,” Marsha Lipensky called, “I’m getting hungry, so whenever you want to go back...”
The one other person in the pool, a middle aged, dark-haired woman who was standing chest deep in the water with her head held back accepting the mid-afternoons sun, upon hearing Marsha’s voice...
Straightening her body, looking to the right, her mouth dropping open... “Marsha?” the woman called, “Marsha Goldman?”
Hearing her name called, hearing her maiden name called, drooping to her knees, her eyebrows furling in question, Marsha looked at the woman that was now approaching.
“Marsha? It is you, isn’t it!”
“Uh,” feeling stupid on her knees, hesitantly standing, “Uh, yes.”
Still at the far end of the pool, uh, oh! Knowing the only reason Marsha agreed to spending a day at a nude park was because no one would know her, so, uh, oh! Mitchell thought as...
“Marcie! Oh, my God! I can’t believe it! You! Here?”
“Who? uh...”
“Marcie, it’s me! Evie Dorfmann!”
“Evie Dorfmann?” Marsha questioned unbelievably, “from Roosevelt?”
“Yeah! Hi!” Hugging her. “I can’t believe it! Marcie Goldman, here!”
Never before being hugged while nude by another nude woman, her arms hanging limply at her sides, her head turned to her husband, Marsha, Goldman, Lipensky silently worded, “I’m going to kill you!”
