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Nude-Night-Naughty 12

August 12, 2008: The Banning

Attempting to adjust  to the deaths of their respective spouses, the old man and woman did feel an overshadowing guilt due to their ongoing affair.

From the time of the death of Marsha Lipensky in June… Actually from the time of the death of Burton Lynne in April, though, as in the past, the two continued seeing each other.  As in the past the geezer and Senior Citizen would verbally profess their love for and to each other… The professing of their love, however, from the day in April when Burton Lynne had passed away, did remain verbal only.   

Two months from the death of Marsha Lipensky, their moods lightening on this balmy, silly… actually laughable August evening.

 Walking together, the old man fell a few paces behind. 

“Why are you walking so slowly?”

“Because I like looking at your behind,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because it’s prettier than my behind.”

“So you look at your own behind much?” Shannon asked.

“No.” Glancing over his shoulder, “I can’t hardly see my behind at all.”

“You’re so round I’m surprised you can see your behind at all.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” he said. “I can’t see my behind at all.”

“Then why do you look at your behind?”

“I don’t look at my behind.”

“Why don’t you look at your behind?”

“ ‘cause I can’t see it too well.”

“Well, yeah.” She laughed. “That makes sense.

Coming alongside, holding  hands, the two walked on.

The thought coming to mind out of clear air.  “Know what I’d like to do?”. Or maybe the thought came to mind because of the clear air.

“What ‘would you like to do’?” Mitchell asked.

“Let’s go home and take the boat out.”

“Great Idea, Sweetie…Tell you what.”

“Yeah ‘what’?”

“While you ice up some beer and wine, I’ll run over and get sandwiches.”

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Tossing the line at 6:05

‘The Boat’?

Remember Chapter 5 way back on 8/7/12 : ‘an older, electric, sixteen foot long, flat bottom, pontoon party boat.’

Tossing the line at 6:45, all six batteries pumping out as many volts or watts or whatever six golf cart batteries pump out, the boat backed from the Homeowner Association owned slip into Westlake Lake.

Drinking beer and sipping white wine, watching the beautiful flora along with the lovely million and multi-million dollar homes that lined the five and a half mile rounded shore line, they slowly cruised the lake at the break-necking speeds of approximately two or three miles per hour.

Now no longer having to be too secretive – the steering and controls counsel center aft, and though there were comfortable seat and back padded cushions running the entire circumference  of the boat – Shannon steering, their outer thighs touching, the old man sat closely alongside of her. 

“Getting hungry, baby?”

“Yes, sweetie… I’ll get the sandwiches.”

“Here,” she said, holding her glass forward, “Fill me up.”

Dropping the anchor, the two sat on opposite sides of the forward centered table.

Washing his ‘foot-long’ down with a second beer.

Washing her ‘half-foot-long’ down with the last of her second glass of wine.

She well into her third glass of wine; he sucking on the last of his third bottle of beer, the two sat playing a game of Scrabble – Shannon won – until the last vestige of that evening’s spectacular sunset disappeared over the Santa Monica mountains to the west.

“Think we ought to ‘ship’ the anchor?”

“It’s so beautiful here, I hate leaving.” Sighing – as they hadn’t yet – thinking that he’d ask if she would like to spend the night with him , hand over hand, he pulled the anchor aboard then once again sat very closely alongside the old lady.

The slight breeze and boat’s movement causing warm air to stream over his body, “I want to get naked!”

Thinking a second, “Then get naked!” Shannon said.

Standing, pulling his shirt over his head, “Will you?”

“ ‘Get naked’? ‘Will I’? ” Standing, pulling her blouse over her head, “Yeah!”

Watching as her shorts dropped to the deck as his shorts dropped to the deck. Then her bra and, as he didn’t wear a bra, he watched – as best he could watch in the minimally moon-lit night – as her panties dropped to the deck.

Nude-Night-Naughty 13

August 12, 2008: The Banning 2

Both standing now fully nude upon the now drifting boat, hugging, feeling the human warmth within the human touch in the balmy warmth of this lovely August night. Lips touched as did her caressing fingers, as did his caressing hand.

Whispering into her ear,  “Think I better drop the anchor again?”

“Huh?”

Whispering into her other ear, the better hearing ear, speaking a bit louder, “Think I better drop the anchor again?”

 Whispered into his ear: “Unless we want to drift ashore, or onto someone’s dock, yeah, I think we’d ‘better drop the anchor again.” 

“Yeah.” Glancing downward, at her smallish, long-hanging breasts and his well-rounded tummy, “I doubt anyone else will think we’re as cute as we do.”

Pulling backward, “Oh, you don’t think I’m ‘cute’, do you?”

Relinquishing her body, “Oh, no, sweetie!” Mitchell said as he pulled the anchor from beneath the seat. “I think you’re damn cute!”

Heading shoreward, looking for a quiet, dark cove… “And damn sexy, to!” Senior Citizen Shannon exclaimed as she steered the boat south-easterly.

“Yeah,” the geezer exclaimed, “and damn sexy, too!”  

Pointing “Looks pretty quiet there.”

“Yeah.” Shannon steered toward moderate sized recess along the shore to – as the boat’s pontoons drew only about a foot and a half of water – about five feet from shore. ”Drop anchor, baby!”

Within seconds, reclining upon the cushioned bench seat on the port side; she, basically, on bottom, he ,basically, above, kissing, touching, feeling…

“I know baby. But how was I to know we were going to, uh…” gently squeezing a breast for emphasis.

“No little blue pill for us tonight, huh…” gently squeezing his… flaccidness for emphasis.

“Yeah, baby, but we can… you know. Okay?”

“”Mmmm, yeah,” the old lady said in mock sexual fervor.

On her knees on the carpeted deck — did I mention that the deck of the little boat was carpeted? Well, happily for her knees it was, so – on her knees on the carpeted deck; the geezer sitting upright with his thighs spread; she, the Senior Citizen kneeling on the deck with her head between his thighs – possibly because it was such a lovely evening, but also loving doing ‘this’ – no longer mocking, moaning,  as she moaned he moaned also – not that he was a ‘moaner’, but because Shannon was a ‘moaner’, so she wouldn’t think she was moaning alone, being the gentleman he was he became a ‘moaner’  also so – both moaning softly …

Now, a little Westlake Lake information: At the southerly side of Westlake Lake, running a half mile or so, to the first cove of houses there is a grassy embankment that flattens to become an easterly/westerly sidewalk and beyond the sidewalk a fairly traveled, for this area, semi-major street that, at that moment a police officer was heading back to the squad card after giving a traffic ticket, when…

Both moaning softly…

A little more Westlake Lake Information: Westlake Lake does have a security patrol-boat that cruses the five and a half mile circumference of the lake, on boatable days, from the hours of eleven a.m. to, on nights as such as this night, to ten-thirty p.m. . Seeing the blacker silhouette then the black of this night; seeing a boat without running lights.  Coming closer…

Not hearing the purr of the patrol boat electric motor…

 Both moaning softly…

The patrol officer hearing ‘suspect groaning’ aimed his , six battery, light at the black silhouette and pushed the button, as…

….Coming within feet of the boat, hearing…? Groaning?  Hearing groaning, he aimed the patrol boat’s spotlight, as…

As naked Senior Citizen, Shannon Lynne, upon her knees, with her head between the thighs of the naked geezer  in an – non-erecting – effort to …

Hit by powerful crossbeams from the cop on shore and the security man upon the lake…

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“Lewd”… “Lascivious” … “Lecherous” … “Lustful” … “Libertine” … “Prurient” … “Satyric”

These were words used when the local newspapers got wind of the two old people that were “busted” on Westlake Lake for “Lewd and Lascivious behavior.” Which…

Once they were released from the local hoosegow  — their boat having been towed back to their association owned docking space by the Westlake Lake Patrol Boat – upon returning home hours later the entire…

 “At our ages!”

…..In retrospect, the entire situation so funny.

After being ordered to “get dressed!” by the cop on shore; then being ordered from their boat by the Westlake Lake patrol boat; then handcuffed and arrested for “Lewd and Lascivious behavior;”  then released under their own recognizance.

 “At our ages!” he said.

“Can you imagine?” she said.

In retrospect, the entire situation so funny that the old lady, for the first time did agree to spend the night with the old man where it took an hour of laughing before falling asleep… And by then ‘nothing’ happened.

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 “Lewd”… “Lascivious” … “Lecherous” … “Lustful” … “Libertine” … “Prurient” … “Satyric”

Really? The Senior Citizen and geezer: “lewd”, “prurient” and all that other stuff?

The two were then banned from Westlake Lake for the reminder of the season.

However, also being homeowners and as all charges were dropped because…

“What the hell am I supposed to do with you horny old farts?” the judge asked when the old lady and geezer appeared before him.  Then, with a promise from the old lady and the geezer of:  “No more sex on Westlake Lake.” The two were released from all charges.

However, as this “Lewd and Lascivious” behavior took place in August, the season was near over anyway. 

Thinking the newspaper article, that named names, funny as hell and – especially the geezer – being praised and clasped on the shoulder by most that knew them.  At his age actually proud to be called – his favorite – “Satyric”, and seeing as they had so much fun together, like the first time either had ever been arrested and especially being arrested for…

“At our ages!” he said.

“Can you imagine? she said.

…“Lewd and Lascivious behavior!”

A week or so later:  As the geezer and old lady did have fun together – really, how often do people of their ages get arrested for “lewd and lascivious behavior” – they made the monumental decision to live together and, as they lived directly next door to each other – remember early on it was stated that if he were to cut a hole in his dining area it would open into her bedroom – the move directly next door was not too difficult.

Then, a few months after, “Think we ought to get married?” the geezer asked the old lady.

“Are you asking me to marry you?” the old lady asked the geezer.

“Well, yeah, I love you.”

“Yeah, and I love you, too.”

“So?” the geezer asked.

“So, you really want to get married?”

“Yeah. Only one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Will you do ‘it’ without your teeth?”

Well knowing what the geezer meant by ‘it’. “No,” the old lady said emphatically.  “I will not do ‘it’ without my teeth.”

“So, Okay,” the geezer said, “I can live without you doing ‘it’ without your teeth.”

“Getting married, at our ages.” the old lady said.

“Can you imagine?” the geezer said.

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 ©November 5, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman