PIT 4/1: A new Day
Points In Time
Westlake Village, California
March 18, 2010
9:31 PM
Lying together. Facing each other. Held closely by her hand on his hip, his arm laid along her outer thigh.
Faces but inches apart, feeling the light breath of the other.
Silent, neither speaking but each hearing the thought of the other.
And the silent thought each heard: I love you!
Now and then, one would gently place a soft kiss onto the lips of the other.
Quiet...
9:55 PM
Sleep.
Back to belly, the old woman, the old man, the ‘soul mates’ slept..
March 19, 2010
6:07 AM
The bedroom slider left open the night before, Mitchell’s forearm shading his eyes from this early mornings brilliant sunlight.
On his back, a light blanket covering his lower body… Feeling unfamiliar soft warmth along his left side, Marsha! Remembering. His heart quickening as realizing it wasn’t a dream. She’s here with me!
Always a sound sleeper! Throughout the years of their marriage it was a truly rare morning when Marsha wold awaken before Mitchell.
6:10 AM
Unwilling to wake her, turning with as little motion as possible, shifting from his back onto his left side –propping his head within the palm of his hand, Mitchell Lipensky studied this ‘new person’; this ‘new woman’; ‘this new Marsha.
6:12 AM
This ‘new woman’ – temperament aside– that in actuality was the Marsha Mitchell had always known.
From her outward appearance when as an eleven year old girl in 1949.
From her outward appearance when as a seventeen year old in 1954.
From her nude appearance when as his nineteen year old bride in 1955.
From the last time he’d seen her nude – when she was the ‘old Marsha’ at…
‘Elysium Fields’
June 7,1986
2:25 PM
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’ – on their way to one of the ‘Private Rooms’.
6:14 AM
The side of his head held within the palm of his right hand.
His eyes intently studying the face of this ‘New Marsha’.
On her back. Nude from the waist up. Marsha’s head flat upon the pillow – recalling what one of the ‘old ladies’ that he and Milt had picked up at The Landing, then taken home to sober up, and to fuck.
Recalling what the old lady… though actually five years younger than Mitchell, had told him that ‘older’ women will ‘always’ want to be on the bottom position while fucking because then all their wrinkles run downward, leaving them to appear younger than they actually were’.
Though the time spent with Marsha the day before had eradicated the resemblance, no matter how slight, to Sophia Loren. Now…
Framed by her beautiful white hair, head flat on the pillow, Marsha’s face appeared to be radiantly youthful bringing back Mitchell’s – no matter how slight, imagined resemblance to Sophia Loren.
Below her chin, however; being a sun-worshipper from the age of eleven until the age of fifty-two – until the time she had left Mitchell and Elysium, the years of sun- worshipping had done it’s job causing Marsha’s overall flesh to be somewhat prematurely age wrinkled.
Opening her eyes, “Good morning, baby.” Then noting that he was looking at her, quickly attempting to bring the blanket to below her chin.
“No, honey…” holding her hand “... It doesn’t matter!”
“My skin! I look terrible!”
Pulling the blanket downward, exposing her breasts, stomach and thighs.
Marsha was right, her skin did look aged, but not as bad as she thought; at least not as bad as she thought to this man that was looking at her.
“Marcie, if we’re going to be together, to live together I want you and me to be able to be naked together.”
“Yeah, but…”
“What the hell we going to do? Hide from each other whenever we’re naked? We never going to take a shower together or have to wait until it’s dark to fuck?”
Lightly rubbing her hand across her chest. “I look like an old lady!”
Kissing her chest. “Baby, you look just fine to me.”
“And my tits…” lifting both from beneath, then letting them flop back onto her chest “...they’re ugly as hell.”
Kissing her left breast – not excited, Marsha’s nipples lay flat against the flesh of her breasts.
“Hey…” in pretended anger “...you ‘do’ know who the hell you’re talking to?”
“Yeah…” giggling “… a guy that loves tits.”
“Yeah, baby. And I particularly love your tits.”
“Another year and they’ll be hanging to my knees.”
“Then you can throw them over your shoulder.”
Laughing,. “Ain’t funny.”
“Marcie, hate to tell you, but your tits always drooped a little.”
Unaware. “ My tits always drooped’?”
“Marcie, yeah! And I always loved your tits!”
On her elbows now. “Even if they drooped?”
Meaning this: “Especially because they drooped.”
“Why?”
“Because your tits looked natural, like they’re supposed to look.”
Giggling…
My, God… Mitchell thought ...I love it when she giggles that way.
... “You were a virgin when we got married!” Reaching beneath the blanket, pulling his pubic hair. “What the hell did you know about tits?”
Loving it but, “Ouch!...I had a ‘very’ vivid imagination.”
“Yeah. I remember you telling me about the tracings you made of ‘Archie’s’ girlfriends, uh…”
Laughing. “Betty and Veronica.”
“Yeah…” laughing also “...how’d you make their tits then?”
“Could only make the tracings when they were in bathing suits, so could only imagine.”
“Bet Betty’s tits didn’t droop.”
“No. Neither did Veronica’s.”
6:56 AM
All words stated and accepted in good nature.
Having to wait until their laughter stopped.
6:51 AM
“Anyway…” Mitchell questioned “...what about me?”
“ ‘What about you’? Look at you! You’re hardly wrinkly at all.”
“Yeah, I know. Guess my genes are better than your genes.”
“ ‘Your good genes’! Think your genes give you the right to look so fuckin’ good?”
“Well, you haven’t seen my ass yet! Have you?”
“ ‘Seen you ass?” Kicking the blanket back further. “This the first time in twenty-four yours I’ve even seen your cock... Where is it?”
Blanket to her knees, noting Marsha’s stomach that had always been flat and taut, now appearing to be soft with a bit of a tummy, and a near…
“Where’s your pussy hair?”
“Been losing it for years. Probably the same place your cock is.”
Widening his thighs thighs, jerking his hips, flipping upward his flaccid penis lay upon the inside of his thigh. “There it is. Guess it’s just kind of bashful.”
“It wasn’t so bashful last night.”
“It was dark last night and you were kissing it.”
“Needs to be kissed in a dark room, huh? That an old man thing, Mitchie?”
“Your pussy hair? That an old lady thing?”
“You didn’t notice last night.”
“Should have ‘cause nothing seemed to got caught in my throat.”
Becoming serious. “So you’re okay with the way I look: saggy tits and near hairless pussy.”
“Always! And still do love your tits, and loved putting my face onto your hairy pussy…”
“Especially when I’m horny.”
“Yeah, so try not to lose to much more. But when you do…” shrugging his shoulders “...it’ll be okay.”
“We’re starting a new life here, Mitchie, and I’m an old lady now and just want you to be happy with me.”
Marcie, baby! Believe me! I’m more than happy with the way you look… And can’t wait to see your tits when you’re wearing an old T-shirt.”
“Think that’ll turn you on, do you?”
“Always did before…”
“And now there’s more to grab, huh?”
“Yeah. And easier to get to, too.”
“By the way, what about your ass? What’s wrong with your ass? ‘Piles’?”
“No, I ain’t got ‘piles’.”
“What’s with your ass then?”
“You know when you were complaining about your boobies making you look like an old lady.”
“Yeah. So?”
Reminded me that about a year or so ago I was taking a shower and got a hard-on.”
“You got a boner in the shower?”
“Yeah.”
“Were you playing with it?”
Trying to keep from laughing. “Probably.”
Trying to keep from laughing. “So?”
“When I got out of the shower I thought for a guy my age I was looking pretty damn good.”
“You still have a boner?”
“Don’t remember…” a sly expression coming to his face “...maybe. But while I was drying, I was looking at myself in the mirror…”
“Still thinking you were looking damn good for a guy your age.”
“Yeah, probably... Ever think no one ever looks at their ass while drying after a bath or shower? But for some reason I turned around to look at myself from behind,
and…”
“ ‘And’?”
Standing. “My ass dropped.”
“Your ‘ass dropped’?”
“Yeah. It dropped and I got a wrinkly, old man’s ass.”
“Let me see!”
“No, it looks terrible!”
“I let you see my saggy tits.”
“You didn’t ‘let’ me see your saggy tits, I just saw them and they ain’t as saggy as my ass.”
This comical interplay once again reminding them of some of their early happier days.
“Come on!” Leaning over the bed, her saggy tits dangling in his face…
Which, flattering Marsha, shifted his cock from neutral to first.
“I wann’a see your old man’s saggy ass! And how come you got a boner?”
“ ‘Cause I think you’re a beautiful, uh, sexy, mature lady and I love everything about you.”
Coming off the bed. Walking around the bed and pulling Mitchell to his feet while turning him in her direction. “That’s okay. Baby…” she said while hugging him, and jiggling his cheeks in the process “...and I love your old mans ass!”
Marsha’s face, lovely. Marsha’s tits exactly as he wanted. Holding her ass, he felt the cheeks filled his hands with a softness they’d never before had.
Marsha’s sun and age caused wrinkles would no longer be noticed within a few days.
At the time of each meeting or circumstance, the succession of past years brought forth a new Marsha.
This time! Now! This woman held in his arms the start of a new phase in his life.
And although the same person, an entirely new person had emerged that truly was the woman to be held near and loved ‘till death do they part’.
As for Marsha Lipensky, her thought simpler. Her thoughts more a prayer thanking God for returning her to this ‘good’ man she vowed she would love ‘till death do they part.
“Hey, baby…” pulling from the closely held hold on her body “...I’m getting hungry.”
“Me, too, actually. You want to meet Milt for breakfast?”
“No. I want to make breakfast. You still like what you used to like?”
“Guess I’m a creature of habit.”
“That means yes.?”
Sitting on the bed, reaching to Marsha’s and pulling her close, Mitchell placed his forehead onto Marsha’s chest.
“Yes.”
Noting a belly that hadn’t been there twenty-four years earlier. “Okay…” her fingers entwined within his hair. “...you got everything?”
“I’ve been a bachelor for twenty-four years…” pressing Marsha’s warm breasts tight against either side of his face “...so. yeah, I’ve got everything.”
Pulling away. “I’m going to take a quick shower, then I’ll get our breakfast going.”
“You want company?”
“Yeah. But I said it’ll be a ‘quick’ shower, so next time.”
Standing, walking the few feet into the bathroom. “I might as well take one also, then.”
Smiling as she watched the wiggle of Mitchell’s ‘old mans ass’.
“With this hair..” running the fingers of her right hand through thick white curls “...you’ll probably be out before me, so do me a favour.”
“Sure…” turning, looking at her “...what’s that?”
“Find me one of your really old T-shirts.”
Next: PIT 4/2: A New Life
