PIT: The Fields 2
Points In Time
Woodland Hills, California
Topanga Canyon Road is the far western road going from The Valley to ‘Pacific Coast Highway’ and the Pacific Ocean.
Driving Topanga Canyon Road — as the crow flies it is eight miles from Ventura Boulevard to Pacific Coast Highway.
However, with numerous cutbacks, the actual miles are closer to twelve and having but one lane in each direction, though a beautiful drive through the ‘Santa Monica Mountains’, depending om traffic the time spent covering those twelve miles can become rather tedious.
Back to:
Friday, May 9, 1986:
About six miles into the canyon, approaching a not too large, but easily noticeable sign on the east side of the road reading:
‘ELYSIUM FIELDS’
814 Robinson Road
“That’s a nudist park!” One of the guys said.
“Yeah? ‘Really’!” Someone else said, adding, ‘maybe’, jokingly.
“How do you get in?”
“I know someone that goes there...” the first guy said “...and this guy says…”
Interested… ‘Really’ interested! “Because…” I questioned “...you asked this, uh guy about how to get in?”
“Yeah! You go there and for a few bucks and some good identification they’ll let you in for a day to see how you like it.”
Really! I thought. Further thinking… I need a change in my life!
Never too bashful…
At least never too bashful about being naked with a naked lady and the thought of being naked along with a bunch of naked people, ‘particularly’ unknown naked women… ‘Really’! I thought.
After caravaning the multi-million dollar beach front property in Malibu.
After returning to Country Club Realtor's in Woodland Hills.
Doing this thing! Unable to even imagine how things worked with and within a group of unknown naked people at Elysium.
Sensing the excitement I recalled feeling the first time I unhooked a previously unknown females bra.
Also sensing the familiar ‘well pronounced’ swelling within my Jockey Shorts.
Getting into my car, I drove to…
‘ELYSIUM FIELDS’
‘814 Robinson Road’
Taking a left turn into the densely wooded area. Driving about an eighth of a mile on a twisting, gravel covered two lane road.
Coming to a large opening, the road ended in a cracked asphalt covered parking area about five hundred yards down road from a rambling one story redwood structure.
Leaving the car parked between a new ‘Mercedes Benz’ convertible and a beat up ‘Chevy’ pickup that were among the fifteen or so cars there, I walked up-road to the redwood structure noting the long, ‘Welcome to Elysium’ sign hanging above the double door entry.
Looked about the flat, tree and grass blanketed area that— in my untrained estimation, covered one or two square acres.
Having no idea what to expect at one thirty on a Friday afternoon, I did see a number of scattered blankets along with a number of— even from this distance, ‘really’ naked people.
Entering the building. Becoming further excited, thinking, Am I going to see you naked? “Hi,” I said to the fairly attractive, oh, maybe thirty-five year old woman wearing a light colored caftan sitting behind the desk.
“ ‘Afternoon…” she said in an extremely friendly tone “...I’m ‘Elsa’. Can I help you?”
“Uh, yes, Elsa...” I said haltingly “...I’d, uh, like to see how I might like, uh, being here.”
Smiling at my bumbling. “You’d like a one day trial membership?” she asked.
“Yes...” I answered “...but not for today. Can I do what I have to do now and then come back tomorrow?”
“Of course.” Taking a pre-printed form from a drawer. “But we like to know who we’re letting in...” sliding it across the desk “...so if you’ll fill this out.”
Leaning over the desk, seeing at the form: ‘Name; address; phone number; marital status; reason for wanting to attend Elysium’.
“This ‘is’ private, isn’t it?” I questioned. “I mean, she doesn’t know I’m doing this, but I am married and want to try this by myself first to see if my wife would like it here. But, no offense. But if I don’t think she will, I don’t think I’d like her, or, actually, anyone knowing that I’m even thinking of joining here.”
Having heard this before, ‘many’ times before. Smiling. “Of course we understand your reluctance, and absolutely ‘everything’ you say...” gesturing to the form “...is one hundred percent private, and I ‘promise,’ if you decide against joining us here...” now gesturing towards the doorway “...you or ‘anyone’ will ever hear from us in any way.”
Assured...
Relieved because I ‘really’ wanted to do this, I wrote my information onto the form. When I came to, ‘Reason for wanting to attend Elysium’. I wrote: ‘I’m fifty-two now and need a change in my life.’ thinking, and I still love looking at tits! But thought it best to keep that to myself.
Looking at what I’d written, “Thanks. Mitch…” Elsa said “...That’ll be fifteen dollars.”
Taking a ‘five’ and a ‘ten’ from my wallet, I handed Elsa the money.
“And I’ll be okay for tomorrow?”
“Yes.” Writing a receipt, she handed it across the desk then, flipping one page in a loose leaf binder, opening to, ‘May 10’... ‘Mitchell Lipensky’, Elsa wrote beneath a number of other names.
“Whenever you come, Mitch...” partially standing, leaning forward while reaching her hand across the desk “...just come here first so we can check you in.”
As she leaned forward, noting – by the swaying motion of her long, unencumbered breasts beneath the summer-weight material of the caftan – noting that Elsa was bra-less. Shaking her hand, “I will, thank you.” I said, thinking, I can’t wait to see you naked!
Saturday, May 10, 1986: 8:33 AM
At this time being a rather avid bicycle rider… Actually my bike riding was my only form of exercise and done in a vain effort to keep my waist from increasing from size thirty-eight to forty.
“Doing a bike ride at the beach today and don’t know when I’ll be back!” I spat out.
“Don’t give a damn if you ever come back!” Marsha spat back.
Going into the kitchen to make a brown bag lunch for myself.
“Fine! Maybe I won’t!”
“Don’t threaten, Mitchell, do it!”
The lunch, along with a large beach towel and my bathing suit snugly packed into a pannier – a canvas bicycle bag made to fit behind the seat – the bike hung onto the bike rack over the trunk of the car…
My harshly said, “Goodbye!” met with silence, I left.
Not sure what time Elysium opened to this days… ‘sunbathers’, and ‘always’ a breakfast eater, taking the ‘Ventura Freeway’— the ‘US 101’ to ‘De Soto’ where I made a south-bound right and then a quick right onto Ventura Boulevard and an even quicker right into the ‘Denny’s’ parking lot.
Having my usual ‘Denny’s’ breakfast consisting of three cups of coffee— that I knew would keep me running to a bathroom, or more than likely, at Elysium a female/male communal bathroom, which actually did not sound very sexy to me... Along with two medium fried eggs, pork sausage, hash browns fried crispy and two maple syrup drenched pancakes… One of the reasons I ride a bicycle.
9: 35 AM
Backtracking about a half mile on Ventura, making a left onto Topanga Canyon, driving about six miles to...
‘ELYSIUM FIELDS’
814 Robinson Road
Feeling excited, but at the same time a bit queasy over what I was about to do…
Or possibly my queasiness was due to three cups of coffee, two fried eggs, two fried pork sausage paddies, fried hash-brown potatoes and two maple syrup drenched pancakes.
Nonetheless...
Surprised at seeing the parking lot about three-quarters full. Parking between a ‘84 Cadillac and an old Ford sedan, I walked to the administration building.
Hoping to find Elsa with her fully visible, long flowing bra-less breasts, I went inside.
However...
“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?”
“Elsa? No, she’s ‘marshaling’ the field today.”
“ ‘Marshaling’?”
“Yeah…” said as a teacher telling her classroom what tonight’s homework was “...sometimes our guests become a little too, uh, shall we say a bit too hot that has ‘nothing’ or very little to do with the temperature and our ‘marshals’ are there to keep our guests from becoming publicly ‘too’ hot… If you know what I mean.”
Knowing that I was a newcomer to Elysium, this, I assumed, told to me as an Elysium rule.
“Anyway…” the corpulent lady said “... 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, turning back a page... “Oh, yes, here you are! Give me your hand.”
“My hand?”
Removing a hand stamp and ink pad from the drawer. “Yeah, an ultra-violet waterproof stamp,” the woman said, reaching for my hand, “This’ll allow you onto the field and, until you’re known, the Marshall's will check every now and then to be sure you ‘are’ allowed here.. Also…” smiling “...to make sure we know who the people are that 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. But what happens if some people do become ‘too friendly’?”
“We’ve three private rooms set aside for that.”
In my present frame of mind regarding life with my wife, hoping that the occasion might arise when I might occupy one of those private rooms.
Noting my riding shorts and cycling jersey… “Be sure your bicycle is secured to your car…” the lady strongly suggested “...or if you’d rather, you can wheel it to wherever you park yourself today.”
“It’s chained.” I said.
“Yesterday, did Elsa give you the grand tour?”
“ ‘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...” walking to the side and alongside the rear of the long structure “...housing for our three ‘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.
“Morning, Gwen!” One of the women waved.
Sensing a twitch in my crotch, there were three men standing in the shallow end of the fairly large pool and two ‘completely’ — breast and hairy crotch exposed women sitting on the copping with their feet dangling into the water…
“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 fully open 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 an 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 each with a queen-size bed. The third door closed. Rhythmic, telltale sounds of the movement of bed springs along with heavy breathing came from within.
Glancing at her watch, giggling. “Guess someone got started early today.” Gwen whispered. “This is where people ‘come’…” purposely stating the double meaning “...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 drugs, of ‘any’ kind and open displays of sexuality.”
Showing I understood her meaning, I nodded my head once again.
Continuing the ‘grand 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’?
Next… PIT: The Fields 3
