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July 6, 1951
Chicago, Illinois
The ebony-colored girl was small, about five-three, and maybe fifteen years old. She had a thin, Caucasian nose with wide, flaring nostrils, sensuous—though not overly, by Mitchell’s standards—full lips and, for a girl her size, unusually large breasts. Her almond-shaped black eyes looking up from under long, thick lashes. “Hi.” she said.
He had watched the girl from three stories up, especially when she ran the bases, and thought she was pretty then but, close up, God, she’s beautiful! His eyes flicking from her face to her chest, Mitchell saw that Louise was not wearing a brassiere, and could actually see the clearly defined, circular projections of her nipples under the tightly stretched, white cotton T-shirt. Swallowing, forcing himself to keep from licking his lips, sensing a tightening in his crotch as his thumping heart pumped blood downward, the dual thoughts of the dark intensity of her nipples and, if her pubic hair matched the tight nap of the hair on her head, simultaneously flitted through his mind and, Oh, God! I’d love to see her naked!
Elysium Fields Part 7: Nude Black Woman
Topanga Canyon, California
Sunday, May 11, 1986
11:28 AM
After remaining in the water for about twenty minutes, about to head back to my spot on the grass when... Oh, God!
About five–three, the lady had a thin, Caucasian nose with wide, flaring nostrils, sensuous—though not overly, by Mitchell’s standards—full lips and moderately large breasts.
Glancing at Mitchell, nodding her head, the woman walked down the three steps, dunked herself in the semi-cool water, stood, and, water streaming in silver rivulets against her black skin, diving beneath, she swam the length of the pool. Reaching the far end, kicking off the wall, she swam at an angle mid-way across to the side wall where she could stand in water to her chest.
Only this dream from out the past and myself in the pool, my heart thumping, considering everyone I’d met so far at Elysium very friendly, hoping she'd be, too, “Hi,” I said, “ I’m Mitch.”
“Hi, Mitch,” Smiling, “I’m Lita.”
On opposite sides, both of us about midway between the deep and shallow ends, I swam to her.
“Lita,” holding my hand forward, “nice to meet you.”
Her smile broadening, “Yeah, Mitch, me, too.”
Her hand shaking mine, “Don’t meet too many naked people in swimming pools, too often, do you?” I asked.
Laughing, “No, not too many naked people anyplace,” adding, “too often.”
Closer to Lita, yes, she even had almond shaped eyes, and yes, she was even lovelier than when I’d seen her across the pool. “You belong here very long?” I asked.
Her hand motioning in the air, “Here?”
“Yes, at Elysium.”
“Today’s my first day.”
“Oh,” I said, looking for something to say, “you’ve one of those ‘one day trial things?”
“Yeah,” her eyes crinkling a bit, “and it’ll probably be my one and only day.”
“Why’s that? You don’t like it here?”
“Oh, no!” Looking about, “it’s beautiful here. but...”
Taking a chance, “but there’s not too many like you here?”
“ ‘Like me’?”
Thinking, Uh, oh. Hope I didn't say the wrong thing. “Yeah,” having nowhere to go. “there’s not too many black people here.”
“Oh,” she said, a bit glumly, “you’ve noticed.”
Relieved, “yeah, I’ve noticed... That’s why today may be ‘your one and only day’, huh?”
“Yes... That and that I’ve been here since nine this morning and you’re the only one that’s even talked to me.”
“Today’s only my second day here...”
“Really? I saw you walking across the field and you seem so much at ease being, uh, you know...”
She noticed me! “Naked? Nah,” My eyes drawn to her breasts, “I’m still nervous, but I met a couple yesterday and we spent the day together and they, kind of, helped me get at ease being this way.”
Her head tilting downward, looking to where my eyes were looking, at her chest, actually her breasts. “Weren’t you afraid that seeing so many naked women that you’d... uh?”
Finishing her sentence, “Get horny? Yeah, I was, but there’s so many woman to look at that I couldn’t quite focus on any one...” Lita’s hanging breasts beneath the surface of the water, the areolae of her nipples tightened into twin black cones, “like, uh...?”
Evidently a physically visual place such as Elysium accelerated erotic emotions along, apparently, with things said to relative strangers that normally would not be said to relative strangers, along, also, with easily noticed penile erections.
Looking downward; slightly distorted by the gentle movement of the water, my, in my opinion, categorically average sized penis was also slightly magnified and easily visible in the clear water.
Finishing my sentence this time, “Like that?”
Following the downward motion of her eyes, positive I was blushing through my tan, “Well, yeah, Lita. I am, kind’a, focusing on you now. Sorry!”
“Don’t be!” Lita said forcibly, then, her tone softening, “I find it enlightening to actually be able to see what a guy is really thinking, and also flattering.”
Oh, yeah! And I was finding it erotic as hell to be a few feet from this newly met, beautiful woman that was not only looking at my erected penis, albeit through rippling water, that actually thought it flattering that I even had an erection. Correction, by this time it was a stiff standing, raging ‘boner’!
“You married, Mitch?” Lita asked bluntly.
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