PIT2/11: Who? Lita 1

Points in Time

Westlake Village, California

January 3, 2010

Covering two completely different points in time, the Lita episode is slightly complicated and as I do not want to reiterate what had been written earlier, I will go through the two phases in short order… In as short an order as logically possible.

Louise to Lita 12:26 to 2:15 PM on 5/15/51...

Lita & Mitchell 11:28 AM to 3:05PM on 5/11/86...

Notation: I must take a moment to reiterate when speaking of, or while looking at Lita:

In year 1986: Standing at five- foot-three inches, Lita has a thin, Caucasian nose with wide, flaring nostrils, sensuous—though not overly by Mitchell’s standards—full lips and, for a woman her size, moderately large breasts — that at age fifty-one were within the saggy stage, with half-dollar sized, dark brown nipples.

Her almond-shaped black eyes complemented by long, thick lashes. When dry, Lita’s short cut hair lay atop and to the sides of her head in slight ringlets. When wet the ringlets would tighten and cling to her scalp. Lita’s overall complexion an extremely lovely camel tone

Though beautiful by any standard, there was no mistaking Lita Warner for anything other than a woman of the ‘Negro’ race…

A Point in Time backwards:
Chicago, Illinois

Louise 5/15/51

Watching from his third floor porch overlooking the ally where a bunch of black kids were playing ‘softball.

Coaxed into coming down to eve the sides by ‘Juror Johnson… Yeah, I do, wanna play ball with them, he thought. But actually, having no reason to be, he was afraid of them. But if I don’t go down and play with them, they’ll think I’m prejudiced or something, and I sure don’t need a bunch of shvartzer kids, especially that big one, thinking I’m prejudiced.

“An’ this is…” Junior said proudly, “my girlfriend, Lousy.”

The ebony-colored girl was small, about five-three, and maybe fifteen years old. She had a thin, Caucasian nose with wide, flaring nostrils, sensuous—though not overly, by Mitchell’s standards—full lips and, for a girl her size, moderately large breasts. Her almond-shaped black eyes looking up from under long, thick lashes. “Hi.” she said.

God, she’s beautiful! His eyes flicking from her face to her chest, Mitchell saw that Louise was not wearing a bra, and could actually see the clearly defined, circular projections of her nipples under the tightly stretched, white cotton T-shirt.

A ‘Point in Time’ forward:

Elysium Fields

Sunday, May 11, 1986

11:28 AM

In the water about twenty minutes, about to head back to my spot on the grass…

Oh, God...

About five–three, the lady had a thin, Caucasian nose with wide, flaring nostrils, sensuous—though not overly, by Mitchell’s standards—full lips and moderately large breasts.

Standing tall...

Remembering…

A dream from out the past...

The day in July of 1951…

‘Louise’!

Remembering…

Oh, God! How I’d love to see her naked!

Remembering. Louise was only about fourteen or fifteen then.

And now…

She’s got to be in her late forties now and ‘Jesus’ she’s beautiful!

‘Louise’?

Thirty-five years ago. From the West side of Chicago to here? To Elysium fields?

Impossible!

Aware she was being watched, although not really seeming to care, standing tall…

Glancing at Mitchell, nodding her head, the woman walked down the three steps to water and wading to chest deep depth, dunked herself head deep in the semi-cool water.

Straightening her body…

Water streaming in silver rivulets against her water darkened skin…

Shaking her head, her hair immediately falling into tight ringlets.

Surface diving, she swam the length of the pool. Reaching the far end, kicking off the wall, she swam at an angle mid-way to the side wall…

...Nearly directly opposite of where I stood, where she stood in breast deep water.

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

Considering everyone I’d met so far on my first day 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 you wouldn’t happen to be from Chicago, and your name wouldn’t happen to be Louise?”

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

Which was causing a bit of ‘dick throb’.

“Hi, Mitch...” Smiling, an ‘extremely’ friendly smile “...why…” she asked, stretching her arms from side to side as though to show that she was not causation “...you think you know someone that looks like me?”

“Yes…” wading to the other side of the pool, standing waist deep in the water about three feet before her “...as a matter of fact I do. It’s been about thirty-five years and the girl was fourteen, maybe fifteen and that would now bring her to be, forty-nine, maybe fifty years old and, ‘no’ offense, but about your age now. And she was beautiful…” adding “...like you.”

“No…” she said “...I was born in ‘Houston’, and if you ‘have’ to know…” she said jokingly “… in ‘thirty-ffive’ so I’m fifty-one and have never been to Chicago. And my name’s ‘Lita’.”

Strange, one might think that under these circumstances, one might think it would be difficult to come up with some kind of intelligible conversation.

Strange, standing fully naked before a fully naked beautiful woman that I’d met no more than five minutes earlier talking as though we were not two fully naked people that had met no more than five minutes earlier.

My lower brain working independently , here was me with a very noticeable boner that within the nine or so inches of very clear pool water was extremely notably pronounced.

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 two or three feet from me... fully nude.

My heart thumping, pumping – though I had no idea how much more could fit in there . Well, I was in a nudist park, after all, with a very visible ‘boner’ and what, I ask, was I supposed to do with it, stuff it between my thighs?

“You married, Mitch?” Lita asked bluntly.

Marsha, once again, for some unknown reason hadn’t spoken to me for near two weeks now, which was the reason I felt I needed a change in my life and ventured to Elysium.

My wife and me...” I said — at the time thinking it true “...are separated.” Asking, “You?”

Taking a long moment to answer, “yes…” Lita’s tone and facial expression souring “...me, too.”

“That doesn’t sound to good.”

“No, it isn’t!”

Amazing that two strangers standing naked in the swimming pool at a nudest park were expressing such negative comments regarding their spouses.

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

Providing, of course, if one didn’t mind one’s dick near poking into her thigh.

“Lita, I’m here by myself and if you’d like some…”

Jerking her thumb over her shoulder to the right, “I’m 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.”

My, God, people are friendly here!

Again: standing with one’s ‘dick’ near poking onto one’s thigh could tend to make friends of strangers rather rapidly.

About this time a family of two adults along with a boy and girl aged about eight and ten splashed into the water.

“Want to go?”

Turning my back to them— don’t need kids seeing me in my present condition .

“Yeah,” Lita said.

Leaving the pool to the splashing, rather noisy family.

Following Lita up the three steps— behind her now, I saw the smooth, deep depressions between her waist and hips along, I might add, with, compared to the rest of her maturely shapely body — my mind flitting to Elizabeth — Lita had a slightly large ass with… my mind also hitting on the word ‘cuddly’ thighs to match...

After spending the amount of time in a pool that I had, most men would come out with their penis shrunken into their pubis. However, now walking closely alongside the beautiful and beautifully statuesque Lita, oh, no! Although no longer jutting straight 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 people with a partial boner, whom, by the way, due to the fact that Lita was Negro and I Caucasian, having no doubt that we were being watched, maybe even being gawked at, embarrassment was not what I felt... rather pride.

The excuse I had muttered to Marsha as I left the house this morning; “Going on an all day bike ride.”

Speaking her first words to me in near two weeks. “Don’t care if you ever come back!”

Very nice!

Having retrieved my pannier along with the beach towel and the brown bagged lunch I’d put together.

After about thirty minuets of acquainting small talk...

Lita on her back, me on my side, our bodies pleasantly drying in the early afternoon sun, Lita’s hair, cut to just above her shoulder’s – though at the time I had no idea this was done – Lita’s hair had been straightened and sun dried, now lay softly to either side of her face.

Answering my two questions of lo, those many years ago. Now out of the water, the areola of Lita’s nipples were perfectly smooth and did have the intense darkness of her hair... Answering my second question; her tightly curled pubic hair appearing to be course to the touch, “Lita...”

Turning her head, opening her eyes...

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

Turning onto her side, “Mitch?” her head propped onto her hand.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Your eyes, your eyes are ‘so’ beautiful.”

Which they certainly were, however ‘not’ what I wanted to ask.

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

“Thank you… Can I do something?”

Smiling, “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?”

Becoming serious. “I wouldn’t mind, but where?”

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

Glancing about, seeing no one presently looking in our direction. “Sure, I can understand why.”

Draping a large beach towel over our hips, taking my hand Lita placed it onto her pubic hair, and held it 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 as, leaning forward, my lips touching her lips, the point of her tongue parting my lips...Her hand closing about my dick...

Oh, God! 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…

Still clasping my dick with one hand...

Her other hand still holding my hand, Lita moved it downward, to between the soft flesh of her upper thighs… And higher, into to moist heat.

“Mitch...”

My breath catching, “Yeah, Lita?”

“Let’s go to a room.”

‘Let’s go to a room’? Why so soon? I thought. Why so easy?

‘Lets go to a room’. Oh, God, how I wanted this. Yet...

Knowing myself!

A huge jumble of thoughts becoming as an enormous thought bubble above the head of a comic strip character...

Knowing if I did this thing – because it had happened in the past – 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 in reality I’d actuality known for a more than an hour or two.

Enjoyable sexual intercourse, for me, was never ‘casual’. Actually, I’ve never made ‘love’ to a woman 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 be  with someone that I would then became extremely emotionally fond of.

If I did go with Lita, and my already deep feelings for the lady were to escalate, where do I go from there? How do I, a middle aged white guy living in the suburbs ‘see’ a black woman living someplace in Los Angeles?

How would I do it? I couldn’t!

Vacillating: If I do this thing, if I did go with Lita, knowing myself, Lita would be a longing part of my memory forever.

Vacillating: If I do this thing, if I did go with Lita, I would be ‘cheating’ on my wife again. I would be ‘cheating’ on my marriage again, and I do not want to go through the agony of a separation, again.

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

Vacillating: If I do this thing, If I did go with Lita, I might well be biting off more, much more than I could Chew.

Writers Notation

January 3, 2010

Thinking of ‘that’’ time with Lita ‘many’ times over the past twenty-four years, I have come to the conclusion that my justification for what I did on that day, at that time, made absolutely ‘no’ difference in the short run.

Lita’s justification for what ‘she’ did on that day, at that time, once learned, certainly ‘did’ matter in the long run.

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