5 comments/ 44070 views/ 0 favorites Elysium Fields By: scgeezer Elysium Fields "Uh," wanting to make conversation to take my mind, and engorged cock from the sight of this 'new,' becoming more attractive by the second, woman. "Uh, what do you do, uh, for a living, Ken?" "Insurance, with 'State Farm'. You?" "Real estate. I'm with..." quickly thinking it best not to say too much, "uh, an agency in Woodland Hills." The man and woman at the new blanket now nude, along with numbers of other people that even now were beginning to populate the field. "You married?" Ken asked. "Yeah. But my wife... We haven't been talking to each other, you know, for a few days now, so I thought, 'what the hell', and bought myself a day here." Now, looking about, there were dozens of naked women of all shapes and sizes." "You going to tell her you were here?" There were so many naked women I didn't quite know where or which way to look, and did not want to appear to be gawking at Sandy, which is exactly what I did want to do. "Tell my wife about this? About here? I don't know yet." "Sandy was hesitant, but after coming for one day, she fell in love with it here." Needing no prompting, "Ken's right," she said. "He almost had to twist my arm to get me here the first time, but once I came, I do! I love it here!" Looking about, "Most of the couples here married?" I asked. "Don't really know." Surprising me, "Sandy and I aren't, though." Ken said. Elysium Fields "Oh," she said, a bit glumly, "you've noticed." Relieved, "yeah, I've noticed... So that's why today may be 'your one and only day'?" "Yes... That and that I've been here since nine this morning and you're the only one that's even talked to me." "Today's only my second day here..." "Really? I saw you walking across the field and you seem so much at ease being, uh, you know..." She noticed me! "Naked? Nah," My eyes drawn to her tits, "I'm still nervous, but I met a couple yesterday and we spent the day together and they, kind of, helped me get at ease being this way." Her head tilting downward, looking to where my eyes were looking, at her chest. "Weren't you afraid that seeing so many naked women that you'd... uh?" Finishing her sentence, "Get horny? Yeah, I was, but there's so many woman to look at that I couldn't quite focus on any one..." Lita's hanging breasts beneath the surface of the water, the areolae of her fairly nipples tightened into twin coal black cones, "like, uh...?" Evidently a physically visual place such as Elysium accelerated erotic emotions along, apparently, with things said to relative strangers that normally would not be said to relative strangers, along, also, with easily noticed penile erections. Looking downward; slightly distorted by the gentle movement of the water, my, in my opinion, thick though categorically average sized cock was also slightly magnified and easily visible in the clear water. Finishing my sentence this time, "Like that?" Following the downward motion of her eyes, positive I was blushing through my tan, "Well, yeah, Lita. I am, kind'a, focusing on you now. Sorry!" "Oh, no!" Lita said forcibly. "Don't be! I find it enlightening to actually be able to see what a man is really thinking." Still gazing downward, unabashedly looking at my cock. "And also rather flattering." Oh, yeah! And I was finding it erotic as hell to be a few feet from this newly met, beautiful black woman that was not only looking at my cock -- albeit through rippling water -- that actually thought it flattering that I even had a hard-on. Correction, by this time it was a stiff standing, raging 'boner'! "You married, Len?" she asked bluntly. My heart thumping, pumping -- though I had no idea how much more could fit in there -- I was sure my thumping heart was pumping more blood downward to what was by now an extremely -- well, I was in a nudist park, after all -- visible 'boner' And what, I ask, was I supposed to do with it, stuff it between my thighs? "You married, Len?" she asked bluntly. Glad for the diversion, my thoughts coming upward, 'Am I married'? Other than a few curt words: "Don't give a damn if you ever come back!" "Fine! Maybe I won't!" "Don't threaten, Leonard, do it!" Thinking, We haven't talked to each other for almost three weeks! We haven't touched each other in about a month and haven't made love in... God knows how long. "My wife and me," I said, at the moment truly thinking it true, "are separated." Then asked, "You?" Taking a long moment to answer, "Yes, me, too." Lita's expression souring, Charlie... my husband's screwing another woman and that's, kind of, why I'm here." Very surprised that a woman I met no longer than a few minutes ago was making this kind of admission. Although, truth be told, standing with ones cock poking onto one's thigh could tend to make friends of strangers rather rapidly. "Your husband's 'screwing another woman', that's why you're here, at Elysium?" I asked. "Well," lifting on hanging tit out of the water, holding it upward and forward, actually causing me to salivate, "I thought these were enough for Charlie. When I found out he was fucking someone else I began feeling rather insecure, which is something I'd never felt before, well, not as I do now, and thought I needed a change, to, uh, maybe see..." If I were concocting a fantasy sexual scenario this could very easily be it. Finishing her sentence again: "To see if you're attractive enough to give a guy you just met a 'boner'?" "Yeah, I guess." Lowering her eyes, knowing she was looking at my cock again, "A white guy." " 'A white guy'!" Laughing, "In case you hadn't noticed," holding my arm alongside hers, "I'm not such 'a white guy'." If one were to equate color to a number: ten being black, Lita was probably an eight, and me? With the tan of my arm intensified by water, I'd probably rank as a six. "Yeah," Lita said. "But," once again peering at my extended cock in the water, smiling now, "you're not tan all over." Laughing again, "Oh, okay!" Impulsively hugging her, "Let me tell you, if that's what you want, you sure found the right white guy!" Of course, feeling our cool, wet bodies held closely breast to breast, certainly didn't hurt... "Because," I said emphatically, "you sure gave this 'white guy' one hell of'a boner!" My excitement mounting even further, rather than standing stiffly, I sensed Lita relaxing within the momentary hug. Thinking of where I wanted this to go, of where I was hoping this would go... to one of the three rooms used, where, as Gwen had said: "Where people go when they feel themselves becoming very friendly; where they can have some privacy." Then again, on the other hand, I was afraid that this really might lead to that room. About this time a family of two adults along with a boy and girl aged about eight and ten splashed into the water. "Where you sitting?" I asked. Jerking her thumb over her shoulder to the right, "kind of opposite the tennis court." "Ah, that's why I didn't notice you. You want some company?" "Thought, you'd never ask, Len." Not wanting to leave the pool in plain sight of the recently arrived family with a major hard-on, "Give me a minute, will you, to," looking downward, "kind'a calm down." Following my eyes, smiling, "Sure," Lita said, "take your time." Moving away, swimming the length of the pool three times while forcing my mind to think of anything but Lita. My cock retracted, somewhat, leaving the pool to the splashing, rather noisy family, following Lita up the three steps, behind her now, I saw the smooth, deep depression between her waist and hips along, I might add, with, compared to the rest of her shapely body, a fairly large ass and not too thin thighs... All of which, yes! I truly appreciated. After spending the amount of time in a pool that I had, most men would come out with their cock's shrunken into their pubs. However, now walking closely alongside the beautiful and beautifully statuesque Lita, oh, no! Although no longer sticking 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, whom, by the way, due to the fact that Lita was Negro and I Caucasian, having no doubt that we were watched, maybe even gawked at, embarrassment was not what I felt... rather pride. Having retrieved my pannier along with the beach towel and brown bagged lunch, Lita on her back, me on my side, our bodies pleasantly drying in the mid-morning sun, Lita's hair, cut to just above her shoulder's -- though at the time I had no idea this was done -- had been straightened so now lay softly to either side of her face. Now out of the water, the areola of Lita's quarter sized nipples were perfectly smooth and did have the intense darkness of her hair... Looking downward, the tightly curled hair there appearing to be course to the touch, "Lita." Turning her head, opening her eyes... My head cupped in my hands, looking now at the darkness of her eyes, actually becoming lost in the darkness of Lita's eyes... "Len?" "Oh, yeah, sorry. Lita, 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." Taking my hand, Lita placed it onto her cunt 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 cock again jumping, leaning forward, my lips touching her lips, her tongue parting my lips... my tongue touching her tongue. Oh, God! Not 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, my words difficult, "So... uh," needing something to say, something to take my mind from where my mind had been. "So, uh, what do you do for a living?" Catching her breath, the completely out of context question throwing Lita for a number of seconds, "Real Estate." Trying to calm, "Really? Me, too!" Turning now, on her side now, facing me, "Broker?" she asked. "No, just an associate... You?" "Yeah, me, too." Lita said. "How long you've been doing it?" Thinking a moment, "since seventy-four... You?" "I got into it in eighty-two." "Rough times, huh?" "Yeah. Well," Lita said. "But we sure learned what 'creative financing' means." The recession of the late seventies, into the early eighties a thing of the past. Facing each other, laying on our sides, no one able to see, "Len..." putting my hand between her thighs, "you like the way it feels there?" "Yeah, Lita, a lot!" Her hand onto mine, holding it onto her cunt, "let's go to a room." 'Let's go to a room'. Oh, God, how I was hoping, how I wanted this. Yet... Knowing myself! 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 fucked Lita, feeling as I was feeling for this lady that I'd met little more than an hour ago... Sexual intercourse, for me, was never 'casual'. Actually, I've never fucked 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 but hers did not, where do I go from there? How do I, an older white guy living in the suburbs court a -- I figured Lita to be in her mid thirties -- How do I court a much younger black woman living someplace in Los Angeles? How would I do it? I couldn't! If I did go, knowing myself, Lita would be a longing part of my memory forever. If I did not go, knowing myself I'll, figuratively, be kicking myself in the ass forever. 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 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 Lisa would be gone and we, for whatever the future of our marriage was worth, would also be gone. "Lita," my hand, on her stomach, actually aching to hold a breast, actually aching for the feel of her breast in my hand. "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..." Sitting up, looking at me, "you don't want to go with me?" she asked incredulously. "You're turning me down?" "Lita, are you willing to let this go further than," motioning towards Elysium's Administrative area, "this?" "Leonard, 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!" Women have always been a mystery to me. Standing naked among the field of naked people, embarrassed because those nearby were looking, I watched as Lita hurried from the fields of Elysium, and my life. Elysium Fields "Come on, baby," leading her by the hand, "let's stay here, okay?" Hoping not to be recognized because of Lita's rapid departure, I went far beyond the spot Lita and I had sat last week. Dropping the picnic basket, taking either sides of the blanket, Lisa helped spread it onto the grass. Kicking my shoes off, "le'me get undressed and I'll show you around." Lisa's eyes widening, her mouth opening, Le'me get undressed and I'll show you around. Such a contrary concept: getting undressed to "show her around." Watching. Seeing her watch me, actually, by the look on her face, watching disbelievingly as, right here, right here in the open before all of these people I took my clothes off. Stand naked before her, my limp cock inches from her face, "Kind'a warm, you think?" I said. "You're wearing a bathing suit, so come on!" Watching a man walk closely by, her breath catching, watching the swaying movement of the man's hanging cock, possibly comparing my shorter, albeit thicker cock to his, shrugging her shoulders, Lisa removed her shorts and blouse reveling a two piece bathing suit beneath. "Come on!" Feeling strange walking in broad daylight alongside of a fully naked man, even if that naked man was her husband... "Come on!" Taking her hand, we walked to the large building opposite 'Administration' Going inside, I explained the three rooms "where people go when they feel themselves becoming very friendly; where they can have some privacy." Outside again, I showed Lisa the two 'year round' live in apartments and the swimming pool, then, cutting across the field, to the upper area and the Jacuzzi.