PIT: The Fields 3
Points In Time
Topanga , California
Saturday May 19,1986
10:12 AM
“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 and looking what I considered to be south-east of the tennis and volley ball courts there were what appeared to be two women laying out their blanket.. Or, from this distance — considering that we were a few years forward of the sixties ‘hippy’ era, what I might have been seeing was a long haired man and a woman.
“On the way up, did you notice the dirt path leading off to the right?”
“About half way down?” I asked.
“Depending on how you look at it, yeah. That path goes from the field to the parking lot, so you don’t have to come all the way up to the office whenever you come here. So if you do join, be sure to have your membership card with you ‘cause one of the ‘Marshall's’ will check to see if you are who you say you are.
Going on…“We’ve a ‘no smoking allowed’ policy anywhere on ‘Elysium Fields’, so if you've just got to have a smoke it’s a quicker way off the field to the parking lot.”
Or...I thought, considering the idyllic grounds… a toke on a ‘joint’.
***
Spotting a shade tree center-left on the field I spread the large beach towel in partial shade.
Strange, now that I was here, my towel spread, all the time 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 forty feet from where I was were the — presumed ‘hippie’ couple and ‘yes’ one was a long haired man whom I could clearly see was in the process of doing some standing stretching exercise — or possibly showing of to the lady, or maybe to the Elysium field because even from this distance I could see the guy’s long, dangling dick swinging with his exaggerated gyrations.
As for the lady: Now lying flat on her back with her hands crossed beneath her head; as she was laying her left breast had positioned itself into her hairy armpit and due to her rather deeply concave stomach, in profile I could the pronounced hairy mound of her hairy pussy along with one large, dark brown nipple.
Under normal conditions the view of this strange naked lady would, no doubt, ‘turn me on’. But though my look lingered for so long as I could, oh, nonchalantly ‘gawk’, surprising myself, I was ‘not’ turned on.
To my own predicament — Actually, apprehensive and excited at the same time, sitting on the towel, knowing I had to start someplace so I kicked my shoes off, then removed my socks…
Stalling, I guess, I then pulled the shirt over my head and off.
Okay, as I’m sitting, should I wiggle out of my crotch hugging cycling shorts or bite the bullet and stand as a man.
Screw it!
Standing – Sure everyone within sight was staring at me – I wiggled out of my shorts, and as I did sun warmed air and the slight breeze hit my previously pent up penis and, sensing the uplifting sensation there, I quickly sat.
Sitting again, my knees drawn upward to partially hide myself, and my fully blown ‘hard-on’, 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 maybe about my age and, her drooping breasts easily visible, curiously did not excite me.
Looking towards the next closest blanket, at two younger women sitting on folding beach chairs both facing the sun, and me —for some strange reason, did not excite me either.
Matter of fact, looking downward, amazingly, my boner had 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’ honey, and as it was, I was ‘anything’ but ‘horny’.
At least physically, rationalizing:
I can’t stare at anyone!
I can’t gawk at any ladies here!
Got to have manners, after all!
Cant stare!
Can’t be rude!
Watching now as the morning lengthened and the sun became warmer as more people scattered onto the field placing their blankets and folding lawn chairs in whatever position best suited their immediate desires.
The people came individually, or in couples, or in small groups. There also came a man a woman and two children aged, by my distant opinion, five or six years old that— considerately walked to a far corner where the children would not disturb others.
My eyes darting from woman to woman as all shed their clothing… Some tall, some short, some lean and some heavy. All with tits and all with hairy or hairless pussies…
And yet...
Too many! Too many to — Don’t be rude! Too many women to individually pick one to take time enough to study, to form an opinion, to, maybe even get a vicarious boner over.
My spherical vision noting movement off to m y right where the— as I noted, the ‘much’ younger, ‘much’ slimmer ‘hippie’ type guy had reached for the hands of his lady to help her onto her feet where…
Hand in hand, his long, skinny dick swinging from side to side, the two began to walk, I assumed to the pool.
Approaching, I could see that the guy had at ‘least’ a three days blonde stubble on his face and, passing closer…
“Hi!! he said as his swaying dick stopped swaying and began to elongate and for the three or so seconds it took for the couple to pass, the ‘hippies’ dick stood stiffly forward announcing that he might not be all that much ‘into’ women.
As for myself, I wasn’t in the slightest bit into ‘hippie’ or ‘any’ guys, and as for the lady:
Older than previously assumed, the lady ‘had’ to be ‘at least’ into her mid sixties as her thin, saggy tits hung near to her navel. The lady’s belly was mushy, and now the two even closer, I noted cellulite ripples within her thighs and as she and her…? still hand in hand—his dick apparently pointing the way to wherever their destination— hand in hand the ‘hippie’ and old lady nonchalantly strolled to…?
Watching as their thin and cellulite rippled asses passed by, thinking, I can’t sit screwed up like this all day! So, ‘fuck’ 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.
Within a few minuets, though, approaching from the parking area pathway, 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 hiding ‘myself.
“ ‘Morning...” the man said, asking “...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.
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 t-shirt over his head. “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, or 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. Matter of fact, the outer edge of their blanket just about covered the width of ny beach towel…
Don’t remember if she’d been there a moment before, but now standing directly before, unbuttoning her blouse, Sandy tossed it onto the blanket… Now reaching behind her back, pinching the one clasp open, the bra falling onto the grass, unbuttoning the three buttons to her ‘short’ shorts and dropping them to her feet and stepping out of her shorts, then, without the slightest hesitation, pushing her panties to her ankles, Sandy stepped out of them.
Fully naked now with but one woman to see, to look at her moderately sized, tits and moderately sized dark brown nipples along with her — though trimmed, also dark brown pubic hair…
Things very quickly began...
Feeling my dick 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 an hour.”
“Been hard… no pun intended…” ken asked “...getting a ‘hard-on, huh?”
“Yeah…” looking at Sandy, who was now sitting on the overlapping edge of their blanket and my towel “...till now.”
“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.” Speaking to Sandy. “You don’t mind if Mitch looks at you, do you?”
Sandy now sitting with her legs crossed, her knee grazing my outer thigh.
Feeling my heart thumping. Again bringing my legs into a crooked position to, again, hide my dick. My eyes moving from her pretty, though moderately sized, sloping breasts to the hairy, black ‘V’ of her crotch, then quickly away.
“A few weeks ago it would...” smiling at me “...but no, not now because 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.”
“Uh...” wanting to make conversation to take my mind, and engorged dick from the sight of this ‘new’, becoming more attractive by the second, woman “… do any ‘centuries’?”
“Sandy and me did a ‘metric’ last year, but so far…”
“Sixty-two miles on a bike saddle is more than enough...” Sandy’s hands reaching between her thighs, spreading the soft, white flesh, along with her vaginal lips open “...for this tender ass.”
“You?”
My eyes and mind fastened on Sandy's’ spread thighs and vividly exposed pussy. “Uh, me, ‘what’?”
“You do any ‘centuries’?”
“Yeah…” still looking “...‘Solvang’ this year and ‘The Lighthouse’ last year.”
Knowing her eyes were on my dick that was now in a stiffly upward position.
“You plan on doing more?” Sandy asked.
“Hundred mile rids?”
“Yeah.” Ken said.
“No, been there, done that.
“Can I ask you guys a question?”
“At this place…” motioning abut “...we don’t ask too many personal questions.”
“Like phone numbers and how to get in touch with each other.” Sandy added.
“No...”I said “...nothing like that. Just wondering if you two are married.”
“So you’ll know how far you can go, huh?”
Sensing a bit of a flush because Sandy had guessed my question, although not really knowing how far I did want it to go.
Not waiting for my answer. “No…” Ken said “...we’re not married.”
“Ken and me…” minutely rubbing her knee onto my outer thigh “...we’re what you might call, ‘friends…”
“With ‘benefits.” Ken added.
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