PIT#21:Lewd Suggestion

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3/7/86: Topanga Canyon; 4:15 p.m.

Squirming into her shorts. “Think it’s time to head home.” Sipping her bathing suit top over her head and shoulders and settling her breasts within the cups.

“Marcie, hold on a second.” Searching her puree, coming up with a small pad and a pencil and writing. “My phone number if you want to get together again.”

“Thanks, Evie. I’m pretty sure we will.”

“Nice meeting you...” shaking Morgan’s hand, looking at Ken and Sandy “...hope to see you again.”

Receiving a half wave from Ken and an emphatic nod from Sandy.

Gathering our belongings, now after an entire day of being nude, it felt strange as we cut across the field wearing clothing heading to the dirt path leading to the parking area.

“Mitchie, you okay to drive?”

I thought I was, but still feeling the effects of marijuana and

moonshine, I wasn’t quite sure if I was sober enough to drive the seven miles to home.

Having but that one sip of moonshine and one hit of Morgan's ‘joint’ and as I’d taken that second hit and second and third drinks from Morgan’s silver flask, wisely…

“I think I’m okay, but if you’re okay, you drive.”

Backing out of our parking space and taking a right onto Topanga Canyon Road…

“That wasn’t at all what I thought it would be.”

“Me, too, when I went the first time… But did you enjoy. yourself?”

“I told you that so long as no one there knows us…”

“Yeah, and then a lady that you went to high school with thirty-three years ago and two thousand miles away shows up.”

“Yeah, go figure… Of all people. ‘Evie Dorfman’, and we weren't even friends at ‘Roosevelt’. Had, maybe, one class together, maybe one semester.”

“She sure remembered your voice fast enough! You remember what class you had with her?”

I could tell by her intense concentration on twisty Topanga Canyon Road and her white knuckled grip on the steering wheel that Marsha’s mind was on her driving.

“Eh…” giggling “...it ‘had’ to be ‘Public Speaking One’.”

“Makes sense. And you didn’t hang with her?”

“No. Evie was friends with a, uh… We thought a ‘sleazy’ group.”

“And you?”

“My cousin Maxine and I were best friends in high school and her and me and Shelly… You remember Shelly?”

“Of course!”

Marsha’s mind touching on the many afternoons she’d spent lying nude in bed alongside Stan Jacobson rubbing her hands over his hard body, and masturbating—and more, his even harder penis.

“We had our own group of friends,”

“Not ‘sleazy’ friends.”

Glancing at her husband and quickly returning to the road ahead. “Of ‘course’ not!”

“So…” asking again “...did you enjoy yourself today?”

Coming off twisty, two lane Topanga Canyon Road onto the wide, now four lane turn that changed ‘Topanga Canyon Road’ to ‘Topanga Canyon’ at ‘Ventura Boulevard’ in Woodland Hills.

Waiting for the stoplight to change from red to green…

Since all four children were on their own and for the first time in her life finding herself—possibly due to her unknown ‘bipolar syndrome’, Marsha Lipensky often found herself to be lonely and considered herself living a boring ‘humdrum’ life and this day at Elysium being the first in… She could not remember the last time that she had ‘really’ enjoyed herself.

“Yes…” Marsha admitted— her mind touching on the ‘Veit Nam’ vet, Morgan and his uncircumcised penis “… I did enjoy myself today.”

“And you have no problem going again?”

“So long as we don’t run into any one else that knows us… ‘Yes’ I have ‘no’ problem going again.”

“Good, ‘cause I paid a year’s membership for both of us.”

The stoplight changing to green.

“I’m hungry…” pointing the Kosher style delicatessen in the

strip mall on the north side of Ventura “...how’s a corned beef sandwich sound to you?”

Driving across Ventura “ ‘Great’!” Marsha turned onto the parking lot.

Showing properties throughout the week, Mitchell had sold a one hundred, five thousand dollar house— one of the highest priced properties he’d ever sold the day before and both he and Marsha feeling ‘particularly’ good on this rather hot late May morning in Southern California — although they had planed to anyway…

Elysium Fields #21

Topanga Canyon, California

Sunday, May 25, 1986

19:35 a.m.

Marsha had considered calling Evie, but thought better of it and there were no Elysium acquaintances present om this morning.

The blanket spread where it had been the Saturday before in case any of their group should show up.

Possibly because this was his third visit, there were no women

there that even… Well, maybe there were one or two that caught Mitchell Lipensky’s eye, but his primary interest was on the naked lady that lay alongside.

Marsha Lipensky, on the other hand— possibly because this was her second time at the fields of Elysium… Considering herself a ‘people watcher’ Marsha loved to watch people and what better place then a nudist camp... Watching young, middle-aged and older men and women as they went about their Elysium Field day or passed by, mentally noting the natural comparisons between the appearance of people that were not adorned with and bodies covered with clothing...

Throughout the years of her life, Marsha Goldman Lipensky had had sexual relations with but two men… At age fifteen with Stan Jacobson — If one can consider a seventeen year old boy a man, and her husband.

And, yes. To be honest Marsha Lipensky — having a deeply hidden randy streak particularity enjoyed watching men that she considered ‘of age’ and of middle age.

Sitting up. Her knees drawn to her chest entrapped by her arms, Marsha would — without being obvious, observe the length, thickness and natural movement of the penis of those she considered ‘of age’ and of middle age and occasionally would sense the moistening of her vagina.

“Mitchie…” studding a group five or six women that were hovering about a blanket and catching snatches of the young woman sitting cross-legged on her blanket “...I think that lady has had a mastectomy.”

“I can’t tell from here, Marcie.”

Standing, “I’m going to talk to her.”

Returning a few minutes later.

“Oh my, ‘God’, Mitch! What a brave lady! Her name is Janice and she’s  only thirty-two and had her left t breast removed six months ago and came here because she figures she’s got to overcome her shyness because that’s the way she’ll have to be the rest of her life and ‘doesn’t’ want people to feel sorry for her, but wants people to accept her as she is…. What guts. What a wonderful person!”

“Could you see where it had been removed?”

“Yes. The scare tissue is healing but very noticeable especially In relation to her other breast.”

“What a shame!”

“She’s a beautiful lady and hopefully she’ll meet a man who can see past it.” Shuddering, “let’s go for a swim.”

11:11 a.m.

Returning to the blanket a few minutes earlier now, his head propped in his hand, the husband looked at the face and body of his ‘married thirty-one years, fifty year old wife’, and his heart, along with his penis swelled with love.

On her back with her eyes closed. Glistening droplets of water still lingering on her flesh, Marsha’s breasts lie flat upon her chest. Her sensitive dark brown water and air puckered nipples silhouetted in sunlight remained as upright cones upon her breasts Her stomach, after giving birth to four children—always amazing her husband, was still taunt.

Marsh’s pubic hair ‘always’ trimmed, formed a perfect black haired triangle within the juncture of thighs and groin…

“Marcie…” kissing her warm shoulder “...I love you.”

“Me too…” her arms remaining at her sides “...I love you, too, Mitchie.”

“Marcie…” his lips lightly grazing a protracted nipple “...I want to fuck you ‘so’ badly!”

“I’d love to, Mitchie! You have no idea how much I’d love to...” this true “...but I can’t do it! I just ‘can’t’ walk across...” her hands making an all-encompassing gesture “...this field with all these people watching and go into one of those rooms where, ‘God knows’ who’s been laying… Having sex on ‘that’ bed, on ‘those’ sheets or cover or whatever they have on those beds…”

“Marcie, honey...” whispering directly into her ear “...I’ve ‘such’ a hard-on for you!” For emphases poking into her thigh. Repeating, “I want to fuck you ‘so’ badly!”

Feeling ‘him’ pressing onto her thigh. Fighting the strong temptation to take hold of him. “Mitchie, try to calm down…” bumping her thigh onto him “...give it a while, then let’s go back to the pool.”

Understanding, and agreeing with her reluctance at being seen going into a ‘really good friend’s room’, then making love on a bed others ha fucked on.

“Yeah.” Thinking, calming down now would be a good idea. Sitting up, grabbing a nearby towel— glancing at Marsha, who’s back was now to him, putting the towel onto his lap he covered himself.

His arms bracing his upper body, sitting up and leaning back and closing his eyes, Mitchell felt the hot sun on his face and saw the red glare behind his eyelids…

Within a few minutes, laying back, Mitchell dozed.

11:58 a.m.

Awakening…

Sitting up, Marsha’s arms bracing her cocked knees. “ ‘morning, baby.”

“Guess I fell asleep.”

“Guess so… You hungry?”

“Yeah, I am…” glancing upward “...it’s got to be, at ‘least’ ninety, so let’s go for that swim first.”

Extending her arms,.“Okay.” Hands held forward, Marsha waited for him to stand and help pull her to her feet.

Cutting across the field, angling away from the Meeting, Lecture and, ‘really good friends rooms’ .

After spending last Saturday and this morning at Elysium, seeing what eighty percent of the women here looked like in comparison to herself – considering herself… Actually ‘truthfully’ considering herself to be one of the best looking women here, no longer embarrassed at being nude. Also proud to be seen holding hands with Mitchell, whom she ‘truly’ considered to be the best looking middle aged man here.

Hand up, palm moving from side to side. “Hi, there!”

Passing their blanket, “Uh...” motioning with his hand “...hi!”

“You know him?” Marsha asked.

“No.”

“He sounded like he knows you.”

“No...” Mitchell said “...I’ve never seen him before.”

Into the pool area.

Walking to the deep end, Mitchell dove in as Marsha walked the three steps

into the waist deep shallow end.

Swimming beneath water to the shallow, lightly grasping Marsha’s ankles he, kind of, slithered his way up – his hands, of course caressing her buttocks until, standing chest to chest they kissed.

Coming down the steps, “Hi again.” Holding his hand forward. “I’m ‘Clive’ this here’s my wife, ‘Tina’.”

Possibly thirty-eight or forty, on the burly side, Clive was handsome in a kind of rough way.

About 5’8”, he had couurse black hair covering his arms and chest and the hair of his head was tied in a long ponytail. There were colorful tattoos of parrots on his chest, one beneath each nipple and two smaller, indistinguishable tattoos on either sides of his navel – As though either a motorcycle rider or one that spends a lot of time working in the sun wearing a T-shirt Clive's well-muscled arms and face were darkly tanned.

“Hi, Clive…” shaking the man’s hand, “…Tina...” nodding his head. “...I’m Mitch, and this is my wife, Marsha.”

Appearing to be much older than her husband – possibly into her late fifties, beyond chubby, about 5’6”, Tina had ripples of belly fat, black rooted, bleached blonde hair and huge, unnaturally straight standing breasts.

Actually the first, obvious ‘boob job’ either Marsha or Mitchell had ever seen, both did their best to try to look anywhere but at Tina’s breasts.

“Ya know...” Clive said “...the two’a’ya are a really nice lookin’ older couple.”

Hardly knowing how to respond to this backhanded compliment, “Thanks,” Mitchell muttered.

“Matter’s’a’fact, Tina noticed both’a’ya earlier today and commented, ‘what a nice lookin’ older couple you are’. Didn’t’ya, Tina?”

Coming closer to Mitchell, prodding him with her breasts. “Yeah, Clive.”

“An’, we was wonderin’….”

Moving from the hard probe of Tina’s breasts…

...“We, Tina an’ me, we live in Reseda an’ we’re havin’ another couple over tomorrow, an’ was wonderin’ if ya wanna come, too.”

Thinking, three couples’? Beginning to realize what Clive was getting at, but... “Uh, Marsha and me, we don’t, uh, play Bridge.”

“ ‘Bridge’?” Clive laughed. “It ain’t Bridge Tina’n’me was thinkin’ of.”

Prodding Mitchell again. “No, Clive. It sure as hell ain’t Bridge we’re thinkin’ of.”

Incredulously. “ ‘Excuse me’!” Again moving from Tina and her cast iron breasts. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Well, Mitch, It’s easy to see that you’ve sure turned Tina on.” Looking at his wife. “Ain’t he, babe!”

Smiling widely, showing nicotine stained teeth. “Yeah, you really have, ya know.”

“An’ ol’ Marsha here is sure…” looking downward, cupping his scrotum within his hand and pushing upward “...gettin’ my cock pumpin’.”

Having a penis that, when erect, extends upward rather than outward, so now, standing in waist depth water, held from beneath, Clyde exposed about seven inches of his stiffened uncircumcised penis.

There are limits even in a nudist park, ‘especially’ in this 'family oriented' nudist park.

“ ‘This is my wife’!” Mitchell snarled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Flicking through Marsha’s mind. Recalling that horrible day in June of nineteen-fifty-eight when she and then one year old Michael were accosted on the beach in Lakeview Michigan by the exhibitionist pervert Marsha knew only as ‘Nate’.

“You’re ‘disgusting’!” Marsha’s face inches from Clive’s face. ‘You perverted son-of-a-bitch’!” she screamed.“ ‘You Bastard’!”

“ ‘You Bastard’!” Coming from the pool….

Screaming from the pool causing the two nearby monitors to come running.

“ ‘You perverted son-of-a-bitch’!”

Never expecting this kind of reaction, feeling the spray of the spittle of Marsha’s anger,…

“ ‘You Bastard’!”

His penis shriveling and, if but for the pool wall at his back, Clive would certainly be backing away.

“Are you ‘crazy’?” Shoving Tina, she fell backwards in the water. “I wouldn’t touch you on a bet!”

“What the hell’s going on here?”

Pointing from one to the other. “These ‘bastard perverts’…” Marsha said to the monitors “...are trying to proposition us and he even…” kind of a funny thing to say in a nudist park “…exposed himself.”

Having kept an eye on these two, ‘temporary pass’, sleazy ‘hippie types’ throughout the day, one of the monitors in the water the other, literally, dragging Clive out by his ponytail.

Backed against the chain link fence. “We got a good place here!” Punching Clive hard on the chest with the heel of his fist, “And it’s fuckers like you two that give it a bad name! So get your crap and get the hell out’a here! And we’re going to follow you down to Topanga to make sure you’re gone.”

The second monitor draping Tina from the pool area by her arm, “Get your goddamned shit out’a here, ‘now’!”

Staying out of the way. Still in the pool watching as Clive and Tina were hustled towards their blanket.

“Marcie, I hope those two assholes don’t change your mind about...” motioning with both hands “...here.”

“Here, at Elysium, you mean?”

 Nesxt PIT #22: Nate