PIT #9: ‘Sexual Scenario’

Points In Time

Topanga, California

Sunday, May 11, 1986

11:40 a.m.

Only this dream from out the past and myself in the pool. My heart thumping, seeing my dick go from vertical to horizontal in the clear water.

Considering everyone I’d met so far at Elysium being very friendly, hoping she’d be, too…

From Chicago, Illinois to Topanga Canyon, California?

From 1951 to 1986?

Stranger things have happened.

“Hi…” I said “... I’m Mitch...” quickly adding “...and please do not think of this as a ‘line’! But your name wouldn't happen to be Louise?”

Apparently not caring that I was staring at her. Matter of fact, having the impression that she was staring at me also…

Which was causing a bit of ‘dick throb’.

“Hi, Mitch,” Smiling, an ‘extremely’ friendly smile. “Louise? No, my name is Lita… Who’s Louise?”

“A girl I used to know when we were kids?”

“You used to play with a black girl?”

“Yes...Well, no… It’s kind of complicated.”

Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful; a grown up version of the fourteen or fifteen year old beautiful black girl that I, in my youthful imagination, saw nude and made solitary ‘hand held’ love to, that now –sometimes dreams do come true – in real life was no more than maybe eighteen feet from me... fully nude and if distance makes one look prettier, that sure as hell did not hold true with Lita.

Her face still wet. Her hair in tight, clinging ringlets. Her eyes and flesh the color of dark chocolate. Her nipples near black.

My heart thumping, pumping – though I had no idea how much more could fit in there – I was sure my thumping heart was pumping more blood downward to what was by now an extremely – well, I was in a nudist park, after all – visible ‘boner’ And what, I ask, was I supposed to do with it, stuff it between my thighs?

Wading over, standing alongside. “You married, Mitch?” Lita asked bluntly.

I guess in a nudest park where ‘everything’ is hanging out, ‘everything’ might as well hang out.

Glad for the diversion, my thoughts coming upward, ‘Am I married’? Other than a few curt words:

‘Don’t give a damn if you ever come back!’

‘Fine! Maybe I won’t!’

‘Don’t threaten, Mitchell, do it!

Thinking, we haven’t really talked to each other for almost three weeks! We haven’t touched each other in about a month and haven’t made love in... God knows how long.

“Yeah…” I sighed “...my wife and me...” I said — at the moment truly thinking it true “...are separated.” Asking. “You?”

Taking a long moment to answer. “No, not exactly..” Lita’s expression souring. “Charlie... my husband’s ‘fucking’ around with other women and that’s, kind of, why I’m here.”

Very surprised that a woman I met no longer than, maybe, ten/twelve minutes ago was making this kind of an admission.

Although, truth be told, standing with one’s dick poking onto one’s thigh could tend to make friends of strangers rather rapidly.

“Your husband’s ‘fucking around’, that’s why you’re here, at Elysium?”

“Well, yeah. I was feeling pretty insecure, which is something I’d never felt before, well, not as I do now, and thought I needed a change, to, uh, maybe see...”

If I were concocting a ‘fantasy sexual scenario’ this could very easily be it.

Finishing her sentence: “To see if you’re attractive enough to give a guy you just met a ‘boner’?”

Chuckling. “Yeah, I guess...” hesitating…

Lowering her eyes, knowing she was looking at ‘me’.

Finishing her own sentence “…a white guy.”

“ ‘A white guy’!” Laughing. “In case you hadn’t noticed,..” holding my

darkly tanned arm alongside hers “...I’m not such ‘a white guy’.”

If one were to equate color to a number: ten being black, Lita was probably an eight, and me? With the tan of my arm intensified by water, I’d probably rank as a six.

“Yeah...” Lita said “… but,…”

Once again peering through the water at my – may as well call it what it was – “Yeah...” Lita said “...but...” once again peering through the water at my ‘very’ outstanding dick “...you’re not tan over.”

“Oh, okay!” Impulsively hugging her, my dick jabbing into her chest. “let me tell you, if that’s what you’re looking for, you sure found the right white guy!”

Of course, feeling our cool, wet bodies held closely dick to breast, certainly didn’t hurt. “Because...” I said emphatically, “...you ‘sure’ gave this white guy one hell of a boner!”

My excitement mounting even further, rather than standing stiffly, I sensed Lita relaxing within the momentary hug.

Thinking of where I wanted this to go. Of where I was hoping this would go... To one of the three rooms used where – as Gwen had said: ‘Where people go when they feel themselves becoming ‘very’ friendly; where they can have some privacy’. And I sure as hell ‘was’ feeling friendly and I sure as hell ‘would’ have liked some privacy.

Then again, on the other hand, I was afraid that this really might lead to that room.

About this time Adam. along with his two grand-kids, Jenny and Robert noisily splashed into the water.

“See you found your friend.” Adam said, affirmatively nodding his head.

Parting our bodies. “Yeah!” I replied– actually more than a bit proudly. “Lita, meet Adam.”

“Real pleasure to know you!”

“You too, Adam.”

Turning his attention to the kids… “Cut the noise, you two!”

“Where you sitting?”

Jerking her thumb over her shoulder to the right. “kind of opposite the tennis court.”

“Ah, that’s why I didn’t notice you. You want some company?”

“Thought, you’d never ask, Mitch.”

“Good! ‘Great’, in fact!” Curiously I asked. “You wouldn’t be from Chicago, would you?”

“No, Los Angeles born and bred.”

“Your mother, maybe?”

“My mother? No, she’s from Texas, why?”

“You look like someone I knew…” not wanting to give my age “...uh, when we were kids.”

“Your ‘Louise’?”

“Yeah.”

Again having not the ‘slightest’ intention. “See you later, Adam!” I said as, taking Lita’s arm– wading slowly I steered us towards the pools steps.

“You knew someone that looks like me...” tapping herself on the chest with her thumb “...when you were a kid! ‘Really’?”

“Yeah, I did! And I never forgot her because she was just about the most beautiful girl I’d ever known.”

“That’s some ‘line’, mister...” smiling “...but I’ll take it as a complement….

“A Negro girl, huh.”

Not sure if this was a question or an accusation. “Yeah.”

Leaving the pool to Adam and the splashing, rather noisy kids.

“You ever have a problem with that?”

Following Lita up the three steps. Behind her now, I saw the smooth, deep depression between her waist and hips along, I might add – not ‘really’ out of proportion compared to the rest of her shapely body, a moderately large ass with thighs to match... All of which, ‘Oh, yeah’! I ‘truly’ appreciated.

After spending the amount of time in a pool that I had, most men would come out with their dicks shrunken into their pubis.

However, now walking closely alongside the beautiful and beautifully statuesque Lita,’ oh, no’! I thought.

Although no longer sticking rigidly forward, there was no doubt that ‘I’ was still there and, rather than the embarrassment one would think I would be feeling walking through a field of naked strangers with a partial boner with a woman, whom, by the way, due to the fact that Lita was Negro and I Caucasian, having ‘no’ doubt we were being watched, maybe even being gawked at – strangely, very strangely embarrassment was not what I felt, rather pride…

Which didn’t help the very noticeable positioning of my half-staff dick.

Naked people on blankets all about us… Young and old, but all white.

“Not many here like me, huh?”

“This is my second day at Elysium…” I said, glancing at Lita “... and you’re right, there’s no one here as beautiful as you.”

“Thank you. But you know what I mean.”

“Black, you mean.”

“Yeah. I’m the only one here.

“I don’t think it really matters to these people because I’m getting the feeling that most of the people here are throw backs from the sixties.

Taking my hand– possibly as a shows of defiance, we continued across the field.

“You asked me a question before.”

Having retrieved my pannier along with the beach towel and white bagged deli lunch.

Lita seductively on her back. Her nude body– more beautiful than my youthful imagination could ‘ever’ imagine– fully open to my view. Her tits, flattered mounds on her chest, Lita’s black nipples tightened and standing erect as though greeting the sun. The triangle of tightly woven pitch black hair covering her … Oh, my God, I thought, I want my head held tight between those chocolate colored thighs with my face into that patch of pussy hair... I wanted to smell her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted… Oh, God I want to eat her!

Lying close to her on my side, our bodies pleasantly drying in the early afternoon sun.

“You asked me a question before.”

“A question?” thinking a moment. “Oh, yeah! You had any problems being with your Louise?”

“Because she was a black girl?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I wasn’t really ‘with’ her. Most of the white families had moved away…”

“ ‘White flight’.” Lita said.

“Yeah…” fighting an urge to kiss one of her tightened black nipples “... I guess.”

Lita’s right arm moving from her stomach to alongside our bodies innocently… innocently? Brushing my dick where it remained.

Closing my eyes to the soft sensation, but going on with the ‘Junior Johnson’ / ‘Louise’ story… Omitting, of course, how I fucked Louise with my hand every night for the next two weeks.

“So you were never seen in public with her?”

“No… Lita, before that time, I’d never had ‘any’ contact with, uh, your people.”

“ ‘My people’?!” Defiantly said less of a question and somewhat belligerently.

“Lita…” sighing,. Once again closing my eyes as I attempted to find the right words...

“Lita, In all honesty I’ve never had more than the slightest contact with your people... People of the Negro race… It’s not as though I had any preconceived notions about Negroes because actually I had no notions at all.

“Then I met Junior and his brother and sister and the other black kids…”

Her head turned to the side, our faces inches apart. “And, Louise.”

Looking into Lita’s beautiful, almond shaped dark eyes. “Yeah, ‘and Louise’, and then I realized that those kids aren’t so different than us.

“The way they talk is different, and they have different ideas about going to school and the way they live.”

“The way economic conditions and prejudice ‘force’ them to live, you mean.” In a teacher to student tone of voice.

This conversation going to a possibly argumentative place that I did not want it to go to.

“You don’t know this, but one of my all time best friends was a black guy… Well, sort of a black guy.”

“ ‘Sort of a black guy’? What’s that mean?”

“In 1956, shortly after we were married, I was still in the Cast Guard when my mother-in-law pulled some political strings and got me transferred off the ship I was on to district Headquarters in Manhattan.”

“In New York?”

“Yeah. But I was a really shitty typeset so they sent me way back to the ‘addressograph room ‘ where I met ‘Ruby’.”

“A black guy named ‘Ruby’?”

“Well, Ruby;s name was actually ‘Rubidoux Meyers’.”

“A stranger name yet.”

“And it gets even stranger ‘cause Ruby was a mulatto.”

“What do you mean ‘was’?”

“My wife and me, we lost track of Ruby for years after we moved back to Chicago, but then – on TV he popped up with, of all people, ‘Malcolm X’.”

“ ‘Malcolm X’! ‘Realy’?”

“Yeah., ‘really’! But a year or so later Ruby and another of Malcolm’s bodyguards were killed along with him when he was assassinated and when Marsha...my wife and I heard this we both felt we’d lost a friend and both of us actually cried.”

Absorbing this bit of black history and that I, as remote as It was, in a way I was part of that history.

Both quiet now…

Serious racial conversation hopefully through.

My head cupped in my hand, looking now at the darkness of her eyes... Becoming lost in the darkness of Lita’s eyes.

The quietness stretching…

“Mitch?”

…“Oh, yeah, sorry. Your eyes… Your eyes are so beautiful.”

“Thanks’. So are yours. I don’t get to see many green eyes and yours are, too… beautiful, that is.”

“Thank you,” Blushing, I’m sure I was blushing beneath my tan.

“Lita, can I do something?”

“If it doesn’t hurt, but in front of all of these people?”

Laughing, “It won’t hurt, I promise, but, uh...”

“What?”

“Can I touch you?”

“I wouldn’t mind…” becoming serious “...but where?”

“Here...” motioning to her vulva “...I’d like to feel your hair there.”

Glancing about, seeing no one presently looking in our direction.

“Sure….” she said “...I guess I can understand why.”

Taking my hand, Lita placed it palm down onto her pubic hair and though appearing to be coarse – twining the hair between my fingers I found was actually fine – Lita held my hand there longer than needed for my little investigation as, closing my eyes at the thought of where my hand was. My heart again thumping. My dick again jumping. Leaning forward, my lips touching her lips, the point of her tongue parting my lips…

The point of my tongue meeting hers we kissed...

No longer able to hold back, leaning forward I kissed Lita’s nipple, and while there, drew it into my mouth.

Her arm still partially hidden between her side and my stomach, I felt her fingers tighten about my dick. I sensed her thumb rubbing over the urethane – that I knew by now had to be seeping a bit.

Possibly not seeing my dick in Lita’s hand because of our positions, but certainly seeing my mouth latched onto Lita’s nipple.

“Ehh-eehm!” Hearing the loud clearing of a throat, Gwen, standing alongside the blanket sternly commanded “Cut that out you two!”

Quickly moving my mouth, along with my head, but not my body….

“Sorry. I, uh, kind of got, uh, carried away for a minute.”

“Well, if you gotta...”Jerking her head towards the lodge “...get ‘carried away’, do it there!”

Apparently Gwen's admonishment worked on me as I sensed my dick shrinking, even though still within Lita’s hand.

Apparently– or possibly it was my shrinking dick that escaped from Lita’s hand because, apparently Gwen’s admonishment worked on Lita also as…

Sitting up, her tits went from flattened to ‘attentive’ and her nipples returned to their perfectly smooth, slightly domed quarter size that I ‘so’ appreciated in the pool.

Quiet again…

Neither of us speaking until…

Gwen no longer in sight...

Taking my hand again, “Mitch...” placing it flat onto her chest, beneath her right breast.

Not answering.

Lita’s breast, heating the top of my hand, her chest heating the bottom of my hand. Closing my eyes at the thought of where my hand was. ‘.Again’. My heart thumping. ‘Again’. My dick jumping. ‘Again’. Leaning forward, my lips touching her lips this time ‘my’ tongue parting Lita’s lips...

Oh, God! Not wanting to! But here in the open? Here, among possibly better than a hundred people Here, now...

Knowing I’d...we’d better stop… ‘now’! Forcing my lips from her lips, my breathing harsh...

Holding my hand, Lita moved it downward, onto the hard, yet butter soft flesh of her stomach...

Small talk. Got to cool down, make small talk...

“Mitch...”

“Yeah, Lita?”

“Lets do as she said. Let’s go to a room.”

Not exactly he ‘small talk' I had in mind.

‘Let’s go to a room’. Oh, God, how I was hoping…

How I wanted this!

Yet...

Knowing myself!

Knowing if I did this thing – because it had happened in the past with Elizabeth – if I did take this ‘one’ step further…

Oh, God, but I wanted to!

If I went into a room with Lita and made love to Lita, feeling as I was feeling for this lady that I’d met little more than an hour ago… Or possibly in my dreams years ago.

Sexual intercourse, for me, was hardly ever ‘casual’.

Oh, yes! Over the years I’ve fucked a few women that I never really felt anything for…

Actually, I’ve never made love to a woman such as Lita that I didn’t ‘truly’ feel ‘something’ for.

Sexual intercourse, for me, was always deeply emotional, and in the past, was always with, if not exactly at that time, sexual intercourse would most often be with someone that I would then became extremely emotionally fond of.

If I did go with Lita and my, already deeply felt feelings for the lady were to ‘escalate ‘ but hers did not, where do I go from there? How do I, an older white guy living in the suburbs see a much younger black woman living someplace in Los Angeles?

How would I do it? I couldn’t!

Thoughts again swirling as mist on a breeze.

Vacillating: If I ‘do’ this thing! If I ‘did’ go with Lita–knowing myself, Lita would be a longing part of my life forever.

Vacillating: If I do ‘not’ do this thing! If I do ‘not’ go with Lita – knowing myself, I’ll be, ‘figuratively’ kicking myself in the ass forever...

“Mitch...”

“Yeah, Lita?”

“Lets do as she said. Let’s go to a room.”

“Lita...” my hand held beneath her right breast, actually aching for the feel of that breast in my hand.

“Lita, I don’t know how it happened, but in the little time that we’ve known each other, I’ve, uh, really gotten to like you... a ‘lot’! And you’ve ‘no’ idea how much I’d love to go to a room with you...”

Sitting up. Looking at me. “You ‘don’t’ want to go with me?” she asked incredulously. “You’re turning me down?”

“Lita, are you willing to let this go further than...” motioning towards Elysium’s Administrative area “...this?”

“Mitchell, you’re a nice guy and I like you, but I’m married! Why would you think that I’d... ‘Forget it’!”

Reaching into a gym bag, removing a pair of shorts, pushing her feet through. Standing, Lita pulled the shorts over her hips, then hastily, a loose fitting top.

Watching, “Lita, I didn’t...”

Jamming her feet into sandals,…

“Thanks for a ‘really’ lovely morning!”

Women have always been a mystery to me.

Standing nude among the field of nude people.

Embarrassed because those nearby were looking, I watched as Lita hurried from the fields of Elysium, and my life.

Next PIT 10: Marsha?