PIT2/12: Who? Lita 2
Points in Time
Elysium Fields
Sunday, May 11, 1986
3:05 PM
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 can Chew.
Feeling as I did for this lady there was no black or white! There was no Negro or Caucasian There is only Lita and me! Only a man and only a woman!
But this man and this woman were both married and I had no idea how Lita really felt, how far beyond this erotic day and this beautiful place Lita would want this to go.
As for me, even if Lita and I were to go no further than now, if I did this thing, Oh, God, but I wanted to! If I did this thing, if I, once again, stepped beyond this boundary, all semblance of love for Marsha would be gone and we, for whatever the future of our marriage was worth, would also be gone.
“Lita,” my hand, on her stomach, aching, actually aching for the soft, warm feel of her breast.
“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, but...”
Sitting up, looking at me, “you don’t want to go with me?” she asked incredulously. “You’re turning me down?”
“No, but… I don’t know! Lita, are you willing to let this go further than,” motioning towards Elysium’s Administrative area, “this?”
“Mitchell, you’re a nice guy, 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!”
Sitting 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.
Truthfully, women have always been a mystery to me.
6/7/86 to 6/18/86
Writers Notation:
As this is to be more-so a study into the temperament and motivations of Lita, and the reasons for their separation, getting through the times and conditions leading leading to 6/18/86 with as few words as possible...
Woodland Hills, California
Saturday, May 17, 1986
11:05 PM
As though the past two weeks had never happened. As though her ridicules silent treatment had never happened. In bed together, my wife and I– for the first time in months, having had kind of perfunctory sex together.
“Mitchie, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, baby.”
Switching the light on her nightstand on, turning onto her side, facing me, “You’re so tan!”
Marsha and me completely nude, tracing her finger from my chest to my, now limp dick. “How come you hardly have any tan lines?”
“Marcie, we had a listing in Malibu that the office caravaned on Friday. We took Topanga to get to P.C.H. and passed this place called ‘Elysium’...” Stopping I waited for Marsha to ask...
“What’s ‘Elysium’?”
Knowing Elysium was now a part of my life and wanting her there with me...
“A Nudist camp.” I said. “It’s beautiful there! Marcie, It’s ‘absolutely’ beautiful there! You’ll love it”
“ ‘Love it’? she said emphatically. “I won’t go!”
Through all the bad times, still loving his wife,wanting her to share the peaceful beauty of Elysium with him.
“Marcie...” I said “...it’s unbelievably beautiful there and it’s ‘clothing optional’ so you ‘don’t’ have to get all naked if you don’t want to.”
“ ‘All’?’ Well, let me tell you...” also emphatically stated “...I wouldn’t get naked!”
Remembering the lady in the bikini bathing suit that, among the many nude women there, caught my eye and, weirdly, excited me.“Come on, honey...” I coaxed “...It’s really beautiful there and,” – still a beautiful matured woman with a very pleasing, on the thin side, figure – “if you want, you can wear a bathing suit.”
“I don’t know...” she said softly “...I’ll think about it.”
Elysium Fields
Sunday, May 18, 1986
11:01 PM
“I told you I wasn’t going to get naked.”
“Like I said, that’s your choice. But you know me and you know that I’d be horny as hell seeing all these naked women...” chuckling “ ‘some’ of these naked women, but there’s so many I can’t concentrate on any.”
“Better not concentrate too much, ‘cause,” flicking my limp dick with the tip of her finger, “I’ll know when you do.”
I’d want her to know.
“You’re the only woman here that’s ‘turning me on’, but I guarantee you’re turning other guys on, too.”
Looking about. “ ‘Cause I’m the only one wearing a bathing suit?”
“Yeah.”
“So, okay already.” Reaching behind her back, unclasping it, Marsha let the top fall onto her lap, then lifting her buttocks, off came the bottom.
Writers notation’ s in as few words as possible:
Over Marsha and Mitchell’s next visit to Elysium they became friendly with Ken and Sandy — long time ‘friends with befits’, and Evie Dorfmann — a ‘real’ coincidence here as Evie and Marsha had known each other from Roosevelt High School in Chicago and hadn't seen each other in thirty-three years. Then there was Morgan Joseph, a burly Vietnam CIA operative with plenty of great grass, and Janice Kim, a Beautiful Asian/American woman… with one breast.
As for Marsha and Mitchell. By their third visit, her disdain purposely sowing once again, Marsha had become completely and openly enameled with Morgan. And as Lita became the eighth member of the group, Mitchell decided that he no longer cared giving Morgan his s ‘go ahead’ . However Marsha–actually not caring or needing her husbands ‘go ahead’, leaving the group, she and Morgan made their way into one of ‘the rooms’.
A phone call from Maxine, Marsha’s cousin in Chicago offering Marsha a working partnership in Maxine’s second ‘facial and nail shop’ in Chicago, Marsha and Mitchell decided on a quick, ‘no contested’ divorce, leading us to…
First, as for Lita.
After storming away from Mitchell — almost a month earlier, on the eleventh of May, Lita realized that the really sweet, good looking white man she’d met earlier in the day was being something she was absolutely not used to, a ‘gentleman’ .
As a fifty-one year old woman, ever since she’d sprouted her tits, as a young girl,every boy and man she’d ever met, Lita knew— other than her husband, had wanted nothing more than to fuck her.
And here was that really sweet, good looking white ‘gentleman’.
Elysium Fields
Sunday June 7, 1986
11:50 AM
The morning extremely hot, in the pool with Sandy and Marsha…
“Mitchell, hi!” Swimming from the shallow to the deep end. Coming alongside. “I’ve been hoping to see you again!”
Surprised, but happy to see her again, as..
Holding onto the coping, Lita kissed him on the mouth, and was surprised when the tip of his tongue brushed her lips.
Not sure how to handle this, gesturing to the far end of the pool. “Come on…” Mitchell said “...I’d like you to meet my wife.”
Remembering he’d said they were separated. “Sure!” Swimming than wading towards Marsha.
Seeing this beautiful mature black woman kiss her husband, then watching as she approached.
Marsha’s eyes half closed in question: How’s he know this person good enough to kiss, in public. Forgetting they were in a nudest park where every thing was ‘in public’. Then remembering that he had been here three times before talking her into coming.
“Lita, this is Sandy, and my wife…” no longer caring what she thought “...Marsha.”
“Hello, Lita…” not too sincerely spoken “... nice to meet ..” Shocked when Lita — bussing it lightly, pressing her cheek to hers. “You’ve got a ‘really’ good guy there, you know?”
“If you say so!” ...Coming across as a rather snotty comment.
“Lita…” Mitchell asked “...you here aloe?”
Taking but seconds to note a coldness emanating between the husband and wife.
Occasionally one might meet a person that has aura of goodness and beauty about them giving good reason to like them. To want to befriend them.
Occasionally one might meet a person that has aura of… Forming an instant dislike for Marsha.
“Yes…” Lita answered “...actually I am.”
“Lita, come on! Join us!”
“Thank you.” Noting the sour look on Marsha’s face. “I’d ‘love’ to!”
Coming from the pool Mitchell alongside Lita to his left, Sandy to his right.
Marsha, on the outside, realized, I’m on the outside.
Approaching the blankets…
“Hey, guys, I want you to meet an old friend of mine.”
“Hi!” Standing, offering his hand. “I’m Morgan and you look like a lady that could use a cup of wine.”
“A ‘cup’ of wine?”
Reaching into the ice chest...“Yeah, easier to keep upright on a blanket.” Morgan hoisted the gallon bottle.
“Good thinking… Good to know you, Morgan.”
“And this is ken…”
Jesus, Ken thought she’s beautiful! “Hi, Lita!” Looking at her long breasts and black nipples. Lita’s ‘difference’ from all other women at the field causing an immediate erection; that he clumsily attempted to hide beneath a paper napkin that didn’t quite do the job.
This reaction to Lita partially the reason she’s at Elysium.
Smiling at his bumbling attempt at some sort of modesty. “Hi, Ken!”
“And this is Evie..”
Giving a slight waving motion, “Welcome!” Remaining sitting, Evie held her hand forward in greeting.
“Janice…” Mitchell said “...meet Lita.”
Realizing. “ ‘Oh, my God’! “ Softening her tone. “You’re here! I’ve been dying to meet you!”
“Glad to meet you, too, Lita! Here...” patting a spot before her and Evie. “...sit, why don’t you.”
Squatting and sitting cross-legged before Janice and Evie whom were sitting closely together.
“I heard some women talking and was dying to meet this lady with so much…”
Sitting hip to hip alongside Lita.. “ ‘hutzpah’ ” Mitchell said.
“Yeah… ‘hutzpah’!” Lita repeated as , accepting the cup of wine from Morgan and taking a sip, “Yuck!”
“But it keeps the mosquitoes away.”
Laughing. “We don’t have any mosquitoes.”
“See!”
“Mitch said you two were old friends?”
“Well, not ‘really’ old friends…”
“Nothing’s impossible, Lita. Marsha and me hadn’t seen each other in thirty-three years and we ran into each other here, of all places, fifteen hundred miles from before.”
“Mitch, thought...” putting her hand onto his thigh… Which Marsha sourly took note of.
“Lita reminded me of someone else…”
“ ‘No’… Lita said “... Mitch thought I ‘was’ someone else.”
“He thought you were ‘someone else’ ?” Janice said, asking, “Where you from, Lita?”
“Handcock Park.”
“He thought you were someone he knew from Handcock Park?”
“No, he didn’t think I was ‘from’ Handcock Park….
“I thought she was a black girl…”
“With big tits!” Lita said.
“Well, yeah, she did have big tits but she was… oh, possibly thirteen and I was about sixteen then.”
“Why would you know a thirteen year old black girl with big tits?” Marsha asked.
“It was on the west side, before we moved…”
In an accusatory tone. “ ‘White flight’?”
Hesitantly. “Yeah, Lita, I guess… Anyway,these black kids were playing softball in the ally and they asked me to ‘come on down’ and play with them.”
“ ‘You’…” Marsha asked sarcastically “... were playing softball, with ‘anyone’.”
Strange, Lita thought. How sometimes you can meet someone and form an instant take a dislike for them.
Writers Notation: Lita Warner was born and raised in wealthy ‘old money’ ‘Handcoock Park’ which is located in the ‘Wilshire’ district in the City of Los Angeles.
Lita’s parents , both college professors thought it best to prepare their beautiful daughter for the rigors of the ‘real’ world by allowing her to receive a ‘public school’ education until the time of college.
Being one of ‘very’ few Negro children attending ‘grade school’, Lita Warner decided to be a ‘tough cookie’, so after treating a couple of bullies to bloody noses and one other to a darkly bruised jaw, accredited to this small, black girl it was decided by all that this small, black girl had very hard fists, and knew how to use them.
In High School it took but one punch into the fat belly… Or more the likely the one hard punch landed more so onto the testicle area, Lita Warner — of course, whether white or black, one of the most beautiful girls in school, Lita truly enjoyed the comradely of High School while learning of the ‘rigours of life’ as she was to know it…Except for one rigour Lita could ‘never’ expect.
1:32 PM
Well into Lita’s third cup of wine..
“You know…” Janice said, patting the scared area where her left breast had been “...it took a while for me to adjust to this and I spent about five months locked away at home, then figured ‘the hell with it’ and came to this place where I’d most be noticed thinking, ‘who ever don’t like it, fuck ‘em!” Her conversation aimed at Lita. “Why’d you come to this place that you ‘had’ to know would be ‘lilly white’?”
“May as well get it all out. “...my soon to be ‘ex’ to be husband is a high school teacher in ‘Watts’.”
“Tough area, ‘Watts’.!”
“Yeah, Ken, it is. But He’s a big guy and is able to handle it.
“Not compering myself to you…” her eyes going to Janice’s chest “… in a way… in a ‘very’ minor way, I think I’m here…” raising her arm, making an over head encircling motion “...for somewhat the same reason as you, Janice.”
Having no idea what that reason might be. “How’s that?” Mitchell asked.
“ ‘Henry’,my soon to be ex-husband wants a divorce because he’s running for a local congressional seat and needs both the black and white votes and doesn’t think I’m white ‘or’ black enough to help get either. Thinks I’m too ‘Dorothy Dandridge’.
Thinking, That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard! Lita, you’re beautiful! Why wouldn’t ‘any’ man want you?”
“Thanks, Mitch.”
“Still doesn’t explain why you choose to came to a nudist park.”
Disliking Marsha more by the minute. “Henry kind of told me that I’m so ‘in-between’ no black or white man would want me. So guess I just wanted to see if I could get a white man.”
“And you got him…” distastefully nodding towards her husband “... huh?”
“Yeah, Marsha….” leaning over, kissing me on the mouth “...glad I did.”
Glancing at my wife, who’s hand was high up on Morgan’s thigh. “Me, too, Lita. I]m glad you did, too.”
2:15 PM
His eyes shifting from Morgan to Marsha. ‘yeah’…” and back to Morgan “...Marsha’n’me, we’ve come to an ‘understanding’.”
Truly a good guy. “Listen…” Morgan said “... I don’t want to come between…”
“Her head on his outer thigh. Sitting up, “Morgan…” taking his head in her hands “...you’re ‘not’ coming between Mitch and me…” looking directly into his eyes “...him and me should have come to an ‘understanding’ a long time ago.”
“Yeah, like thirty-one years ago.”
Looking from Marsha’s face to her breasts with their coarse, dark brown nipples. “Okay…” glancing at Mitchell “...if you’re ‘sure’!”
Said in unison. “ ‘We are’!”
Standing. Taking Marsha’s hands and urging her to her feet. Without further question. Hand in hand, Morgan led Marsha across the field to one of the ‘private’ rooms in the lodge.
Ken and Sandy, Evie and Janice and Lita…. And Mitchell watched as Morgan and his wife angled across the field , walking to the Elysium lodge and one of the three ‘private rooms’.
Knowing he shouldn’t feel the sense of loss he felt. Knowing this is where both he and his wife had been heading, maybe for years. This is what both wanted: the freedom to do as they wished, with another man, with another woman. Yet...
“There’s three rooms there?”
Tightening my arm about Lita’s waist. “Yeah.”
Watching the backside movement as Marsha’s thin, smooth ass and Morgan’s burly, hairy ass as they made their way past the communal shower stalls to the entrance of ‘Elysium Lodge’.
2:25 PM
Standing. “I’ve waited long enough...” Lita said loud enough to be heard by Ken and Sandy, Evie and Janice and ‘certainly’ “ …. ‘Mitchell’, fuck me.”
Without the slightest hint of Vacillation.!
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