PIT: The Fields 4

Note: ‘R’ rated for sexual content

Points In Time

Topanga Village , California

Saturday May 19,1986

10:55 AM

“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 or in a, uh, relationship.

“So you’ll know how far you can go, huh?”

Sensing a bit of a flush because Sandy had guessed the reason for my question, although not really knowing how far I might want it to go.

Not waiting for my answer. “No…” Ken said “...we’re not married or in a strictly ‘one and one’ relationship,”

“Ken and me…” minutely rubbing her knee onto my outer thigh “...we’re what you might just call, ‘friends…”

“With ‘benefits.” Ken added.

Taking a few moments to digest this…

“Does that mean…” I asked Ken— or more than likely both Ken and Sandy “...that a friend of a friend might have some of those ‘special benefits’ also?”

“Don’t know…” Ken said “...you’ll have to ask Sandy about that.”

Looking at Sandy…

Sandy looking back at me… “Guess we’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t we Mitch.”

As this morning wearing on. At eleven thirty having our picnic lunches together, sharing a bottle and a half of their wine, beginning to confide in each other...

Or maybe it was the wine and this beautiful, Southern California spring day… to say nothing of my attraction to Sandy.

All three of us now sharing their blanket: Myself, sitting up, my legs stretched straight forward, sat to the left of Ken, who, shading his eyes from the early-afternoon sun, was reclining with his arm across his eyes. To the right of Ken, Sandy, well knowing the effect she was having, once again sat facing me with her legs crossed.

“If you don’t mind me asking…” Ken asked “...how old are you?”

“Fifty-two… You?”

Actually thinking him younger…

“Fifty-four.” Ken said.

Looking at Sandy…

“Don’t you know it’s not polite to ask a lady her age… Forty-nine.”

Looking at her rather pretty face, and her softly hanging breasts with their silver-dollar sized dark-rose colored nipples… and her slightly pudgy belly and soft thighs—that I envisioned tight upon the sides of my face… and her hairy vulva and Sandy's ‘very’ edible looking slightly spread labia.

Possibly noting me licking my lips...If I did lick my lips.

Wondering how long it would take for this question to come up.

“You married?” Sandy asked.

“Yeah. But my wife... We haven’t been talking to each other, you know, for a few days now, so I thought, ‘what the hell’, and bought myself a day here.”

“Your wife…” Sandy asked “...she pretty?”

“My wife and me, we’ve been married for thirty-one years…” not wanting to say too mush if by some miracle Marsha and Sandy should ever meet “...and, yes, I still think she’s pretty.

Looking about. Along with men, there were dozens of nude women.”

Possibly looking for a positive answer— possibly to see if the

four of us might become friends ‘with befits’. Breaching the subject again...

“So…” Ken asked “...you going to tell your wife you were here?”

After thirty-one years of our off and on marriage and, for the most part luke-warm sex, the thought of a ‘foursome’ with Sandy and Ken — As a fantasy, not considering future consequences. As a fantasy, a ‘foursome’ actually sounded ‘extremely’ enjoyable.

“So,…” Sandy also asked “...you going to tell your wife about this place… ” Adding slyly “...and me?”

The elderly man and woman at a nearby blanket now nude, along with numbers of other people that were beginning to populate this warm Saturday’s afternoon’s field.

“Don’t know.” I honestly answered. “But if I do…” by her tone, and possibly my imagination, getting the feeling that she may be ‘hot’ for me, our eyes locking “...certainly not about you.”

“Ohhh…” Sandy purred “...you’re hurting my feelings.”

There were now so many nude women I didn’t quite know where or which way to look, and did not want to appear to be gawking at Sandy, which is exactly what I did want to do.

Trying to take my imagination along with my eyes off of Sandy…

What do you do, uh, for a living, Ken?”

“Insurance, with ‘State Farm’. You?”

“Real estate. I’m with...” quickly thinking it best not to say too much “...uh, an agency in Woodland Hills.”

Ken, bringing the subject up again.

“You don’t think your wife would like Elysium?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea whether she’d even consent to coming here.”

“Sandy…” placing his hand onto her shoulder “...was hesitant, but after coming for one day, she fell in love with it here.”

“Ken’s right…” Sandy said “...he almost had to twist my arm to get me here the first time. But once I gave in, I ‘do’! I love it here.”

Turning away, I looked across the highly populated field and, concentrating, I willed myself to return to a deflated state, until...

Strangely...

Very strangely, three rows of blankets away, one lone lady...

One lone lady among the, possibly, thirty or fourty naked women within my sight wore a bikini bathing suit and this one, less than naked lady...

Looking onto my lap, my averagely endowed dick was standing ‘very’ rigidly at attention.

Noting this by now common transformation. “Maybe…” Sandy said “...It’s not always what you see but sometimes what you imagine you do not see.”

Looking about, “Most of the couples here married, I wonder.”

“Don’t really know.” Ken said.

Thinking: Strange, but me, along with most men, I would think, would feel that in a situation such as this— at a place such as Elysium with dozens of naked women of all ages, shapes and sizes…

Most men would think that they’d died and gone to ‘knucky’ heaven, and that they’d have a ‘boner’ from the time they came till the time they left.”

However, in all actuality much to my amazement, and confirmed by my newfound friend, Ken, this was far from the case.

Standing, glancing skyward.” Getting a bit too hot...” Ken said “...what say we move into the shade.”

My beach towel being tossed to the side a while ago. Grabbing one side, Ken and I shifted the blanket to the shady side of the tree and after a few minuets…

Absorbing the cooling shade a few minutes...“I’m about ready to get all wet about now.”

“Pool or spa, Sandy?” Ken asked

Not ready to walk completely across the field to the pool with this boner of mine that had not fully retracted since meeting and being in close contact with Sandy.

Glad, though...

Teasing herself even as she had purposely teased Mitchell — Always ouick to orgasm and wanting to ‘come’ ‘very’ badly with this handsome, unassuming man, and having some idea how to ‘engineer’ it…

“The spa...” Sandy said "...then the pool to cool off."

Hadn't seen or noticed before, but with Ken in the lead, following Sandy up the flagstone pathway that led to the incline and the level area with a wading pool and the Jacuzzi ‘big enough for a number of people at the same time’….

Watching the cheeks of Sandy’s somewhat chubby and dimpled buttocks shift from side to side while navigating the uneven flagstone pathway…

A jolting remembrance of ‘Elizabeth Herzon’ coming to mind...

...Oh God, I want to kiss that ass!

What was partially deflated, no longer deflated…

...In the Jacuzzi…

Ken sitting on the side coping with his legs dangling in the foamy, somewhat moderately sun warmed bubbling water. His penis retracted into the thatch of pubic hair with little but the glans visible…

Much as mine, usually… I thought.

Well, actually, looking at Sandy’s tits — possibly with the assistance of an air jet blowing bubbling water on to it, my dick was still far from retracted.

****

Other than the communal shower at Baylor Military School

During the war when I was nine or ten years old — never having the desire to go out of my way to form a knowledgeable basis for comparison, considering myself a man of ‘average endowment’…

Although at one time in the process of fucking Marsha, out of curiosity, attempting to encircle her wrist with my thumb and forefinger, I found what I consideredto be at least a one inch gap, then— being horny as hell, encircling my dick the same way, I discovered that by my estimation, my dick and my wife’s wrist were pretty much the same circumference causing me to rationalize, ‘what I might be missing in length was made up by the width and thickness of my dick’.

Okay, I’ll admit it! It was a bit gratifying to see that, though far from the relaxed appearance of the ‘greatly’ more endowed’ I was, appearance wise, in a relaxed appearance far from the ‘least’ endowed’ of the many men that I had seen on this day.

Excluding, of course, the show off ‘hippie’ guy with the long, thin, dangling dick that I found — along with the hippie guy himself, to be repulsive.

So, as the ‘Colt .44’ of the old west was considered to be ‘the great equalizer’, dick wise, a place such as Elysium might be considered, at least for me, ‘the great equalizer’.

****

“Guys,” I asked…

Standing in the bubbling water closely alongside of me, seductively pressing her tits onto my shoulder.

“You think I’m a ‘guy, huh’?” Sandy sexually asked.

For the first time since meeting Ken and Sandy better than three ago…

Taking the initiative by lightly kissing her on the mouth. “ ‘No’ I do ‘not’ think you’re a guy!

"But guys...” I asked “...do not take offense at this. But other than fyou, Sandy…” hesitating, looking from her face to her breasts and tightly constricted dark-rose colored nipples and slowly back to her face “...how come seeing all these naked women...” although I was “...I’m not horny as hell?”

“Look around you, Mitch.”

“Okay...” Not too used to wine, at least the near three glasses of wine that I’d consumed “...okay,” I said as a bit bleary eyed, I did look around.

“What do you see?”

Two older women on the other side of the spa and three cooling themselves in the wading pool.

Smiling, “Lots’a tits,” I said.

“Yeah, but there’s so many you can’t really concentrate on any particular tits, can you?”

“Yeah...” looking at Sandy “...except for yours.”

“I’m turning you on, Mitchie?” she asked coming even closer, caressing her breasts onto my chest.

Oh, yeah! I thought, looking at Ken then, turning to her, my dick purposely poking into her thigh. “What do you think, Sandy?”

“Yeah…” kissing me, her tongue parting my lips “...I know.”

“Anyway...” Ken said, apparently not caring if Sandy kissed me or brushed her naked breasts against my chest, or, because I was hidden from the waist down by the foaming, bubbling water, if he’d guessed that I’d poked his girlfriend in the thigh with my dick “...there’s so many women here to look at, it’s almost impossible, at least it was for me and looks like for you, too, to concentrate on any single woman.”

Considering this as the only plausible reason for, other than Sandy, primarily remaining ‘calm’ throughout the day.

“Yeah…” primarily agreeing “...I guess.”

“Seeing that you’d asked…” looking down, her eyes following mine “...not when you do this to me, I’m not going to tell my wife about you.”

“I’m turning ‘you’ on, Mitchie?”

...In a quick movement, turning her body so her backside was tightly against my chest, reaching for and bringing my arms about her — my hands spontaneously cupping both breasts…

Speaking just loud enough to be heard above the hissing, bubbling sounds of the spa’s air jets…

Feeling her warm breath. “What do you think 'you’re' doing to me?” Said directly into my ear.

Facing the spa wall, positioned between Ken’s spread legs, Sandy’s face a foot from Ken’s open thighs…

His dick no longer in hiding..

The air jet forcing foaming bubbling air onto and between Sandy’s upper thighs and my dick coincidentally positioned high upon and tightly beneath Sandy’s vaginal lips.

The air jet forcing the bubbling air onto and between Sandy’s thighs and — considering where it was, ‘extremely’ erotically onto and around my dick…

My arms now tightly about Sandy’s upper stomach, feeling the soft weight of her tits on my forearms…

I must take a digression to explain; to go back to…

Chicago Illinois

Friday, November 22, 1963

‘It Was a Sunny Day…’

Next… PIT: The Fields 5