TMO 12: Busted & Banned
Westlake Village, California
August 15, 2021
8:03 PM
The slight rocking movement of the cork like boat. The gently palpating warm breeze, the alcohol — to say nothing about the fact that Mitchell Lipensky was eighty-seven years old…
Unaware, his half closed eyes on the cops ‘pee bush’
Remembering
The day had started— and in retrospect— ended humorously.
The gentle movement of the boat. The palpating warm breeze. The martini.
Taking one last drink of watery martini, placing the cup alongside onto the deck.
Unaware, his half closed eyes on the cops ‘pee bush’.
Remembering
That day had started— and in retrospect— ended humorously.
The Banning
August 12, 2011
So, okay already, here’s what happened on that summers night in 2011 when Mitchell Lipensky and his wife, Marsha, were banned from Westlake Lake.
Not only banned, but actually arrested, too.
Author’s Notation, Again
In order transpose the following properly, I, the author, will have to change the present literate style presentation to a more literate style (I hope) narrative presentation.
August 12, 2011
Oh, yeah, I get it! What you ‘really’ want to know is why these two ‘senior citizens’ got banned from Westlake Lake, huh?
You want to hear about the ‘stupid’ part because, maybe, these two old codgers had too much beer and wine…
Yeah! We’re going to get to that!
What’s that? ‘Passion’? You want me to get to the passion part?
Yeah! We’re going to get to that also. Remember, though, that visual passion between male and female geezers might not be near as pretty as passion between … well, between younger people.
Anyway, it’s my story and what I’m going to do now is to tell you how Mister and Mrs. Geezer ended up getting arrested and banned from ritzy Westlake Lake.
8/12/11
That day had been pretty much the same as most days for elderly people, until…
3:45 PM
“Don’t much feel like making dinner.” Mrs. Geezer said. “So, know what I’d like to do tonight?”
Turning from television and ‘Dr. Phi', “What’s that?” Mr. Geezer asked.
“Looks like it’s going to be a nice night and we haven’t done it in a long time! So how’s about taking the boat out and having a romantic dinner on the lake.”
“Good idea, baby. And by a ‘romantic dinner'? You mean…?”
“Could be.” Mrs. Geezer teasingly said.
“So why don't you drive over and pick up a couple of ‘foot longs’ while I ice up some wine.
You want to take care of the coffee pot when you get back?”
Thinking a long moment: Even at the geezers age, having a plan of sorts in mind and thinking he wanted to stay, at least, somewhat sober on this night.
“Nah! Not in a ‘martini’ kind of mood. We have any cold? Or while I’m out should I pick up a six pack?”
Even at her age, Mrs. Geezer having a bit of an idea in mind herself: “Nah. We’ve got cold in the refrigerator in the garage.
8/12/11
6:08 PM
An unopened bottle of ‘Peniot Grigio ’ and six ‘Coronas’ along with two ‘Subway’ ‘Italian Cold Cut Foot Longs’ in the large, ice packed ‘igloo’. And…
Possibly suspecting, but not wanting to embarrass her husband, so she’d never questioned.
Purchased online during his and Milt’s days of picking up old Ladies at ‘The Landing’, the hundred milligram generic ‘Viagra’ had worked for and on him then, along with the many occasions since Marsha had returned to his life, and— sensing a tightening within his testicles — the hundred milligram generic ‘Viagra’ was still working.
Mrs. Geezer tossed the line at 6:15 PM
Hold on, a second! Says I the ‘writer’, and as the writer I must let you the ‘reader’ know about the ‘how’ the ‘why’ and the ‘when. And then follow the sequence of events and the circumstances that caused and led up to the arrest and banning of, ‘senior citizens’ Mitchell and Marsha Lipensky from Westlake Lake. Which, in thinking about it, as home owners paying their steep monthly homeowners dues, Mitchell and Marsha were a percentage … Admittedly a small percentage of the currant owners of Westlake Lake.
Anyway — as a hint to hold your interest— Mister and Mrs. Geezer getting arrested then banned from Westlake Lake did have a little… just a wee ‘smidgen’ of sex involved.
“What kind of sex?” You ask.
Well, considering their ages, you may well draw the conclusion that ‘any’ sex between these two geezers would have to be of the ‘wee smidgen’ variety…
That said, Just a hint to further hold your interest as – or if for nothing more than to appease my ‘writer’ status, I’ll get into the ‘how’ and the…
‘Hell’, you know what I’m talking about!
Being a man, albeit an old man, this old man had one aim in ‘circumstances’ when extracurricular medication was not taken, or was not working— as happens— the geezers one aim was to sexually please his wife.
Always a considerate person, especially during times of sexuality, this old man’s aim was to please his wife in any way possible.
So, you might say, when another option was needed, he once again became ‘oral’.
As a matter of fact, remembering in her younger years she had enjoyed doing ‘oral’ also, Mrs. Geezer, once again became a rather proficient oral – both in receiving ‘and’ giving – lady herself.
Bet you thought it was only young people that do stuff like that!
Truth be told — old bones creaking— at times, both finding it difficult extracting themselves from their tightly held missionary type positions, Mr. and Mrs. Geezer would revert to their old: ‘you want to eat my pussy’? ‘You want to suck my cock’; numerical position first suggested in 1958.
That said…
Hold on! This to be considered a ‘wee’ smidgen of sex? You question.
A ‘wee’ smidgen, indeed!
We shall see.
I mean, ‘really’, to actually be arrested then banned from using their boat within Westlake Lake: a body of water that both Marsha and Mitchell were, as residential homeowners, partial owners, along with, I might heretofore add, a goodly amount of public notoriety —the local newspaper kind – that might have been really embarrassing!
So, the ‘how’ and ‘where’ parts now taken care of, it’s time to get to the ‘wee smidgen’ journey of their lifetime. Tossing the line at 6:15, all six batteries pumping out as many volts or watts or whatever six golf cart batteries pump out, the old, electric, sixteen foot long, flat bottom, pontoon party boat backed from the rented Homeowner Association owned slip into Westlake Lake.
The steering and controls counsel center aft, and though there were comfortable seat and back padded cushions running the entire length and circumference of the boat; Mrs. Geezer steering, their outer thighs touching, Mr. Geezer sat closely alongside.
6:55 PM
He drinking beer and she sipping white wine watching the beautiful flora along with the lovely million and multi-million dollar homes that lined the five and a half mile rounded shore line, they cruised the lake at their ‘warp speed’ of approximately two or three miles per hour.
Coming alongside and passing boats of people the Geezers knew — and some they didn’t know— boats horns would blow and boats bells would ding and one or two other boats horns would gruffly, ‘Uh-ooaga’! ‘Uh-ooaga’!
7:20 PM
“Getting hungry, baby?”
“Yeah, sweetie. I’ll get the sandwiches.”
“While you’re there…” she said, holding her glass forward “...fill me up, will you."
7:34 PM
Dropping the anchor at the far eastern end of Westlake Lake, the two sat on opposite sides of the forward centered table.
Washing the last of his ‘foot-long’ down with the last of his second beer.
Washing half her ‘foot-long’ down along with the last of her second glass of wine.
8:20 PM
She well into her third glass of wine. He sucking on the last of his third bottle of beer, the two sat playing a game of Scrabble – Marsha, as usual winning – until the last vestige of that evening’s spectacular sunset disappeared over the Santa Monica mountains to the south-west.
Still sensing tightening within his scrotum caused by the generic manufactured, one hundred milligram Viagra– prompted by the thought that ‘things’ might now be closer to progressing– an unwrinkling of a wrinkle in the pliable flesh of his seventy-seven year old penis came about.
8:22 PM
“Think we ought to ‘ship’ the anchor?”
The horny seventy-five year old lady, though, still having prurient thoughts of her own. “It’s so beautiful now. I just hate leaving.”
The shadowy remembrance of 1958 and a long gone warm summer night, just as this warm summer night with this very same–then twenty-one year old lady– lying naked in a seceded cove of a Lakeside, Michigan beach loving each other: After a lengthy separation, fucking each other.
This thought fluttering through the old mans mind. “Well, what if we kind of…” the old man said as, hand over hand, he pulled the anchor aboard, then once again sat closely alongside the old lady “...just cruise around for a while.”
“That's what I had in mind. You know…” she quietly said “...if we were driving…” giggling “... I might even suggest finding someplace to park.”
8:32 PM
The dark night. The warn air. The slight movement of the boat. Onto his fourth beer, and a one, one-hundred milligram generic Viagra.
Suddenly, out of the blue: “I want to get naked!” the old man proclaimed.
Into her fourth glass of wined. Licking her lips. “Then get naked!” The horny old woman replied.
The shadow of a boat silently gliding by to port, then, a few seconds later, another to starboard.
“Think, maybe we should find someplace a little out of the way, maybe?” Mrs. Geezer anxiously questioned.
“You’ll get naked then, too?”
The boat angling closer to the far southern shoreline.
“You just want to see my wrinkly ass, don’t you?”
“For an old broad…” the old man emphatically
proclaimed “...your wrinkly ass is fucking beautiful!”
“And fucking sexy, too!” Mrs. Geezer exclaimed as she steered the boat toward moderate sized recess along the shore to – as the boat’s pontoons drew only about a foot and a half of water – about five feet from shore.
Following the southern shoreline, searching for a quiet, dark cove.
8:43 PM
Definitely feeling that fourth beer. “Okay…” standing, pulling his shirt over his head “...your turn!”
Definitely feeling that fourth glass of wine. “Yeah? Okay, Buster, just watch me!”
“Always do watch you baby!”
“You just wan’ a see my old floppy boobies, don’t you!”
“Ain’t floppy boobies, they’re saggy boobies, an’ I love your floppy, saggy boobies.”
Standing, pulling her blouse over her head. As the old lady hadn’t worn a bra, the old man watched – as best he could see in the minimally moon-lit, dark night.
The minimally moon-lit, dark night actually good, because the cover of darkness somewhat hides the fine wrinkles found on the faces and chests and breasts and bellies and thighs, and the asses of both Mr. and Mrs. Geezer.
Mr. Geezers cock, though, did not have as many wrinkles as a minute or so earlier.
Coming closer. Fondling a floppy, saggy breast from beneath while whispering into her ear, “Think we'd better find somewhere too drop the anchor pretty soon, huh!”
“Huh?”
Whispering into her other ear, the better hearing ear, speaking a bit louder, “Think we'd better drop the anchor pretty soon, again, huh!”
Pointing “Looks pretty quiet there.”
“Yes it does.”
Steering towards a sharply angled cove beyond of which is there is a grassy embankment that flattens to become an easterly/westerly sidewalk and beyond the sidewalk a fairly well traveled, for this area, semi-major street beyond of which there is a grassy embankment that flattens to become an easterly/westerly sidewalk and beyond the sidewalk a fairly well traveled, for this area, semi-major street.
Shifting the small boat into the reverse position to keep it from drifting too close to shore.
“Drop the anchor, baby!”
The anchor line still tied to the stanchion, the anchor hurriedly tossed overboard near immediately latching onto the lakes muddy bottom.
8:50 PM
Watching as the old ladies shorts and panties dropped to the deck…
Watching as the old ma's shorts dropped to the deck.
Both standing now fully nude upon the deck of the cork-like boat rotating in a wide circle about the three feet of submerged anchor line.
8:55 PM
Hugging. Both sensing the human warmth within the human touch within the balmy warmth of this lovely August night.
Lips touched lightly, then harder, as did old woman's circling, caressing fingers, as did the inward and outward caressing motion of the old man's hand held tightly within the old woman's upper thighs.
Sixty-two years! ‘For Better or Worse’! Still deeply in love after sixty-two tumultuous on and off years.
The old man’s penis was there! Not quite as rigid nor as upstanding as in the years of their past. Medicated or not, still there.
“Still love your cock, baby.” The old woman whispered in the old ma's ear.
Feeling vaginal moisture dampen his fingers, his hand.
“Yeah, honey...” glancing downward, at the old woman's mid-sized, long-hanging breasts; both coarse, dark brown nipples resting onto her rounded tummy “...and you're fucking beautiful!”
“And still cute, too! Ain't I?”
A bit of humor often interjected into their love making.
“Me, too?” The old man asked, “Think I'm still cute, too?”
“Yeah! But I doubt anyone else will think we’re as cute as you’an’me think we’re cute.”
Pulling backward, “Oh, you don’t think I’m all ‘that’ cute, do you?”
Relinquishing his body, “Oh, no, sweetie!” The old lady said. “I think you’re damn cute!”
“Yeah...” the geezer exclaimed “...and damn sexy, too!”
“Yeah, you are!”
9:02 PM
Closely reclining upon the port-side cushioned bench seat; she— always on bottom because then her wrinkles fall downward, smoothing the flesh, and appearance of her face, as— he, basically, above, kissing, touching, fondling, feeling… Attempting to...
“I know baby. But how was I to know we were going to, uh…” gently squeezing a breast for emphasis.
Gently squeezing his near placid penis for emphasis. “No little blue pill for us tonight, huh!”
Not ‘always’ working, and unwilling to say he had taken one.
“Yeah, baby…” he said “... but we can… ‘you know’!Okay?”
Reciving instructions in 1952, at age sixteen, taught how to give her then seventeen year old— ‘muscle boy’— boy-friend ‘Stanley Jacobson’ blow-jobs, Marsha Goldman had discovered that she ‘very much’ enjoyed the erotic sensation of a guys cock in her mouth, and even to this day, fifty-nine years later…
9:02 PM
“Yeah, baby…” he said “... but we can… ‘you know’!Okay?”
“Mmmm, yeah!” Mrs. Geezer said in sincere sexual fervor, and as —she on bottom and he on top— the narrow, cushioned bench seat becoming uncomfortable, within moments…
9:04 PM
The old woman’s knees resting on a cushion.
The old man sitting upright with his thighs spread.
The old woman kneeling with her head between his thighs, with — now the hundred milligram generic Viagra doing it’s job— the old man’s fully engorged penis in her mouth, the old woman moaned, and as she moaned – not that the old man had ever been a ‘moaner’, but because his wife was moaning,— so she wouldn’t think she was moaning alone, the old man, being the gentleman he was, became a ‘moaner’ also so…
9:07 PM
Both moaning softly.
9:09 PM
As fate and bad luck would have it...
At the southerly side of Westlake Lake, running westerly a half mile or so beyond the runoff dam, to a somewhat hidden cove between shoreline houses, there is a grassy embankment between the street and lake that, at that moment a Thousand Oaks police officer was heading back to the squad car after finding and urinating behind a thick stand of bushes, when hearing…
9:09 PM
As fate and bad luck would have it...
Mr. and Mrs. Geezer moaning softly…
Authors Notation:
A little more Westlake Lake Information:
Westlake Lake does have a Security patrol-boat that cruses the five and a half mile circumference of the lake, on boatable days, from the hours of 10:AM. to, on nights as such as this night, to 11:30 PM.
Noting the blacker silhouette than the black of this night; seeing an anchored boat without running lights…
9:11 PM
The Westlake Lake Security boat coming closer…
9:12 PM
Unaware, nor hearing the purr of the patrol boat’s electric motor…
Mr. and Mrs. Geezer moaning softly…
9:13 PM
The patrol officer hearing ‘suspect groaning’ aimed his , six battery, light at the black silhouette and pushed the button, as…
….Coming within feet of the anchored boat, hearing…?
Groaning? Hearing groaning, ‘Security’ aimed the patrol boat’s spotlight, as…
9:14 PM
As naked Senior Citizen, Marsha Lipensky upon her knees, with her head between the thighs of naked Senior Citizen, Mitchell Lipensky in an effort to …
9:15 PM
Hit by powerful crossbeams from the cop on shore and the security man upon the lake…
August 15, 2011
‘Lewd’… ‘Lascivious’ … ‘Lecherous’ … ‘Lustful’ … ‘Libertine’ … ‘Prurient’! And even: … ‘Satyric’!
These were words used when the local newspapers got wind of the two geezers that were ‘busted’ on Westlake Lake for ‘Lewd and Lascivious behavior’.
Which…
Once they were released from the local hoosegow— their boat having been towed back to their association owned docking space by the Westlake Lake Patrol Boat – upon returning home hours later the entire…
“At our ages!”
…In retrospect, the entire situation so funny.
After being ordered to ‘get dressed’ by the cop on shore; then being ordered from their boat by the Westlake Lake Security patrol boat; then handcuffed and arrested for ‘Public nudity and Lewd and Lascivious behavior’, then released under their own recognizance.
“At our ages!” The old man said.
“Can you imagine?” The old woman said.
In retrospect, the entire situation so funny that it took an hour of laughing before falling asleep.
‘Lewd’… ‘Lascivious’ … ‘Lecherous’ … ‘Lustful’ … ‘Libertine’ … ‘Prurient’! And even: … ‘Satyric’!
‘Lewd’, ‘prurient’ and all that other stuff?
The two were then banned from Westlake Lake for the reminder of the season.
However, also being homeowners and as all charges were dropped because…
“What the hell am I supposed to do with you horny old farts?” The judge asked when the two geezers appeared before him.
Then, with a promise from both geezers of: “No more sex on Westlake Lake.” The two were released from all charges.
However, as this ‘Lewd and Lascivious’ behavior took place in August, the season was near over anyway.
At his age actually proud to be called – his favorite – ‘Satyric’. Thinking the newspaper article, that named names, funny as hell and being praised and clasped on the shoulder by most men that knew him.
However the female geezer – other than Milt and Sharon Abrams, their next door neighbors and best fiends– at her age being arrested and banned and especially named; though still thinking it ‘funny as hell’ was not quit as proud as her husband.
“At our ages!” he said.
“Can you imagine? she said.
…“ ‘Lewd and Lascivious behavior’!”
“Yeah. Only one thing.”
“What’s that?” The old lady asked.
“Will you do ‘it’ without your teeth?”
Well knowing what the geezer meant by ‘it’.
“No,” the old lady said emphatically. “I will not do ‘it’ without my teeth.”
“So, Okay,” the geezer said, “I can live without you doing ‘it’ without your teeth.”
