Lonely Souls, Common Goals
written by:
Little tommy D.

Lonely Souls, Common Goals

Cheerless. Dismal. Tedious. Brain sat not stirring on the stool as he ran other descriptive words through his head. He was trying to place exactly what he was thinking of the dark, empty barroom as the clock struck twelve. The only other in the place stood at the far end of the long ,well-used wooden bar as if he wanted to get as far away from Brian as possible. Depressing popped in his head just as the bell above the door jingled signaling the entry of another lost soul. He didn't bother to turn and look. A stool moved backward screeching along the floor planking as the newcomer readied to sit. The bartender moved to take the order. The voice that said, "Burt. The usual of course" was feminine, was steady and was pleasantly melodic. Burt stuttered his response, "O-O-Of course, Ms. Arluck. " But Brian didn't turn toward the sounds. He continued to stare at the flashing 'Budweiser' red neon light hanging from the top of the mirror. It reflected the red glow which made the room appear even grimmer. The newcomer said good night to Burt, Brian heard the bell jingle once more and then he was alone again, the only lonely soul in the room with Burt.

The following night found Brian alone again in the same seat at the same barroom with the same bartender avoiding him. When the clock over the center of the bar struck twelve Brian had just started his second drink. At ten after twelve, the bell jingled and the same melodic voice repeated the same phrase from last evening. He heard Burt stutter the same response. Brian shook his head to clear his thoughts of the déjà vu cluttering his mind. But he realized one thing was missing. The stool didn't screech across the planking. He waited for the sound. It didn't come. Instead he sensed the nearness of the woman. He looked beyond the Budweiser sign and saw her reflection in the red-tinted unclear mirror. He declined to turn his head to the left. The beautiful voice softly sang, "Hello stranger. We seem to be on the same schedule, so maybe we should become acquainted. I'm Mary Ellen Arluck."

Brian could hardly resist her as she was so close, so he turned, was momentarily stunned by her beauty as he answered, "Hi, I'm Brian Dodge. And yes, we seem to be the only night owls in this part of town." She had a killer smile with teeth so white they glowed in the dim light. She said, "May I join you Brian?" He grinned and said, "Please do if you can find an empty seat." She laughed heartily at his response, put her hand on his arm and screeched the stool back and sat as she leaned toward him. She became serious when she said, "I have an excuse for being out this late most nights. I'm curious about your reason Brian. Care to let me in on it?"

He avoided answering and instead he raised, turned his stool to face her and said, "Mary Ellen, you look familiar? Have we met before?"

She shook her head and said, "No, I don't think we have Brian. I would certainly remember a handsome man like you had we met previously."

"Well, you really look like someone I've met before." She merely smiled back at him. But, usually silent Burt suddenly stuttered, "I-If you w-watched TV she's the Ch- Channel 12 anchor."

Brian snapped his fingers and excitedly said, "Of course. At seven and eleven every weeknight. I watch you before I come here. But your name isn't Mary Ellen Arluck." Burt once again interjected as he said, "N-No, She's Kelli Kalen on TV."

Brian put his hand over hers and asked, "Your non-de-plume. Why the need?"

"Station management didn't think my real name had enough zing, so they came up with my Kelli Kalen musical name. Plus I think they thought my name was too ethnic for their audience even though I'm a south Mississippi died-in-the-wool Methodist." She winked and grinned again, saying, "I don't use the name outside of the station."

"So, now that you know Brian, answer my previous question by telling me what you do with your time and end the story with why you're in this bar at midnight every night. You know that I have an excuse for my being here. This is on my way home after the broadcast and I have one drink each week night evening." He noticed Burt nodding in agreement.

"Okay, fair enough. I'm a regional vice president of an industrial paper company. I was transferred here when my predecessor retired. I'm temporarily condo-sitting on the opposite corner in the condo of the parents of an old fraternity brother. They are on missionary work in Australia for the next year. I have that amount of time to find my own place. I haven't found a nearby liquor store yet, so I depend on Burt."

"Lucky guy! I had to live in the YWCA when I hit town four years ago."

Brian shook his head lightly and said, "I didn't know there was such a thing as a YWCA with living quarters. YMCA yeah, but never YWCA. That's unique to me. But, now that I know that bit of information, tell me where you live and what you do on Saturday and Sunday."

"I own a condo on the block behind here. The broadcast studio is down one block west and to the left. As for my weekends, they're generally spent with me screwing around the unit, doing a little shopping, sometimes I do a movie, and if I'm in the mood I go to the park and take pictures of the activities. That's about it. Why?"

"Because that's what I do, but I eat at the end of the day. What about you and me getting together and eating ourselves silly Saturday?"

"Ohhh! I love silly Saturdays, so it's a deal."

Brian looked at Burt and said, "She hasn't had her drink yet. Go get hers and bring me another while we sort out our plans to be silly Saturday." Burt smiled for the first time in Brian's memory.

When he went to pick her up, he was highly impressed with the condo development. It was a higher level of luxury than the parents of his friend but he understood why. They were retired, didn't entertain much , didn't need as much room, and didn't need to expend funds on unnecessary extras. He took down the number to call for a tour. The location and the quality seemed fitting for his need. He rang the bell and Mary Ellen could be heard coming across the wooden floor to open the door. When she opened it, his eyes were immediately filled with superb well dressed and outstanding eye-candy. The sight brought a wide smile to his face as he handed her the boxed bottle of expensive Bordeaux.

She led him to the kitchen, sat the Bordeaux on the table and asked, "Wine or something stronger? I have white chilled. The reds tare on the serving bar. There's gin, vodka, scotch, bourbon, rye, and Crown Royal." Brian smiled and said, "No wonder I couldn't find a liquor store. You hid it in your kitchen. I'll take a red wine please." She laughed and reached for a wine glass as she said, "The people at the station all want a different drink, and so over the years I've collected a little bit of everything. Since I live close, we have some planning meetings around the dining room table and they all want booze to, as they said, make them think clearer." Brian laughed at that thought because he had said exactly the same thing on more than one occasion. He told her so.

They sat in the living room that had a great view of the park to the north of her. He said, "So that's where you take you pictures. I can see all the activities that are available in the park. I didn't know it was there. I've spent most of my short time here traveling to meet our customer base. Now that I have that task behind me, I can use the time to learn about where I live." Mary Ellen spoke up and said, "If you'd like company while you tour, I'm available to show you places I've discovered."

"I'd love the company. I couldn't ask for a better tour guide. But I'm curious. You're a beautiful woman and I find your references strange. I'd have thought you'd be booked solid with dates and invitations to keep you busy all day long."

She had a long face, no smile when she answered, "I do the late evening broadcasts. I sleep in the following mornings and by the time I do the necessary things here; it's time to go to work again. The only people I know are those I work with and all those men are married with loads of kids. I have no time for dates and invitations. That's why I was pleased and excited when you asked me to be silly today with you."

"So you have no commitments, no sex partners, and few outside activities. Just as I am. When I asked you to dinner I was so afraid you'd say no because I thought you'd be in high demand."

"No Brian, you're my only demand and I want it to work to our advantage. I'm willing if you are."

"Let's call it a team and see if we can play together. Now, how about having dinner and stirring up some silliness to get our team active and rolling?"

They had a seafood dinner at one of the upscale dining establishments. They were silly when they stopped for a Sunday paper and found an arcade. They blew nearly twenty dollars on pinball machines, shooting baskets for toys, and trying to use the hooks to grab boxed cheap items without any success. But it delivered lots of laughs, plenty of teasing, and a few kisses when a victory was won. They were back at her condo before eleven. She poured more wine, dimmed the lights and they sat in front of the picture window drinking in the lights from the park and surrounding streets. She excused herself and said she was going to get comfortable by ditching the shoes and tight dress.

When she returned, she didn't sit in the chair; instead she turned her back to him, dropped into his lap and put her arms around his neck. She had put on a thin nylon robe and it felt to him that she wore nothing underneath it. She softly said, "Thanks for the great dinner and the silly games at the arcade. I haven't had that much fun in four years."She pulled his head down and kissed him, lightly at first, and then with aggressive passion. Brian returned the passion. He had his arms around her and one hand was near the snap on the robe. He ran his hand under the opening, felt the snap undo and he suddenly had his hand enveloping her left tit and was feeling the hard nipple with his thumb and index finger. Playing with her tit was affecting his dick and it had begun to harden under her ass. She wriggled her ass encouraging his dick to stiffen in order for her to feel it better as it was rising in her crack.

Brian had to move her because her weight on his dick was becoming painful. He slid her down to his knees, unzipped his pants and gave his dick more room to expand. Mary Ellen lowered her left hand from his neck, not breaking the kiss, and searched for the entrance in his boxers. She grasps the shaft, gently eased his dick through the opening and pulled it through the fly of the boxers and his pants. She ran her thumb back and forth across the eye causing Brian to stir upwards in the chair. Mary Ellen lifted from his knees and leaned herself against the chair arm. She then stood, dropped the robe exposing her body to Brian and heard him suck in a hard gasp when he saw how she looked standing naked in the dim light. She dropped to her knees, pulled his knees apart and grabbed the waistband of his pants. He put his forearms on the chair and raised himself to allow her to pull his pants down. She pulled them to his ankles, lifted each foot and took them completely off. While she was doing the pants, he removed his shirt and sat naked in the chair.

Mary Ellen had his dick in her right hand, her left hand was under his balls and she was slowly, gently jacking him off as she stared into his face relishing in the joy she was bringing to him. She lowered her face, licked the head wetly, tongued the eye and then let her tongue follow her hand up and down the shaft. He had his head back against the headrest and intently stared at her as she expertly manipulated his dick and balls. Brian knew if he let what she was doing go on for too long that he would cum way too soon because he hadn't had sex in two months or more. He let it continue for maybe three more minutes or so and when he felt the heat rising, he moved forward, took her under the arms and sat her on the soft arm of the chair behind her. He spread her legs and tasted the wetness in her visibly glowing hairless slit. He raised his hands, took hold of her tits and massaged them tenderly while he rapidly ran his tongue through the inner labia taking her wetness with it. He moved up to the hood over her clit and used his tongue to pry it up in order to hit the sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue. She was holding to the sides of his head, her abdomen was rippling, and she was panting heavily. He let her right tit go, used his index and middle fingers to enter her pussy and was ticking the walls with the ends of his fingers.

His forehead head felt the tightening in her abdomen, he heard her gasping for breath and then she fell backward off the chair arm, pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around herself. He thought her heard her crying and enveloped her body and hugged her tightly until she moved her head back and kissed his forehead. He stood, pulled her by the arms up and over the chair arm. When she was on her feet, he turned her, bent her waist over the chair arm and ran his dick fully inside her damp warm pussy. He grabbed her tits again, she moaned slightly and he began fucking her with a steady yet powerful stroking in and out, all the while squeezing her tits with both hands. He was nearly at the point of Cumming when he whispered, "Cum in you or do I withdraw?"

Her answer was a breathless, "Don't withdraw. I want to feel the warmth of your cum when it hits inside my pussy." Brian pumped about five more times, pulled her hips back tightly against his pubic are and let the cum fly against the deep end of her pussy. She was moaning throughout his spurting Cumming. When he relaxed his grip on her hips, she turned her head and said, "On the table behind you. Grab a tissue and cover my pussy so that I don't drip on the chair and carpet." He complied with her request and when he withdrew, the leaking cum filled the tissue immediately. He grabbed another tissue and held it against her opening until he thought the dripping had stopped. He removed his hand with the tissue and she stood. She pointed at a wastebasket and watched his ass as he walked toward the basket and dropped the tissues. When he turned, she took a good look at his dick and balls. She stood still while admiring the tools that had just plowed her pussy to a pulp.

He was grinning at her because he knew she was staring at his dick. He took her in his arms, brought her close to his body and rubbed his dick against her Mound of Venus. She whispered, "I was so brazen when I dropped in your lap. But I had such a good time this evening I wanted to give you a reward. Forgive me?"

"No I won't because if I do that means I didn't want it to happen. And personally, I think you wanted a reward yourself. I hope you got it.""

"Oh fuck did I. It was marvelous. It had been so long since I had even kissed a man. Brian, you were such a gentlemen this evening."

He laughed as he said, "You call a naked man rubbing his dick against you a gentleman? You are funny, Mary Ellen."

"Give me the benefit of the doubt while I act a little more brazen will you? I will assume from what you've told me that you don't have to go back to your rental tonight. Right?" He nodded that she was correct.

"Then I'm asking you to spend the night with me. I want to feel you next to me in the bed. I want to wake up with you in the morning. I want to fix your breakfast before we take a shower together. That‘s what I want for my Sunday. If I get it I'll be the happiest anchor in the nation. Say that you'll stay."

"I'll grant your wish. I want to see the happiest anchor in the nation on Sunday. It's something I've dreamed about seeing all my life." She smiled, reached and jerked his dick as she said, "And what I've always wanted is to find a smart ass so that I could jerk his dick. And I found you."

Brain was dreaming that his dick was inside the pussy of an old girlfriend that he hadn't seen in more than six years. He was on the verge of Cumming when his dream crashed. He realized he wasn't about to come, he had to piss so bad it hurt. His eyes sleepily popped open to a scene unfamiliar to him that had frilly curtains and dark venetian blinds. He slowly became aware of his dick being wet and warm with something holding it. He rolled his head from side to side to shake the sleep cobwebs away. He looked down and saw the sheet with a lump rising from a spot where his dick was being held. He threw the sheet off and saw Mary Ellen diligently working on his hard dick. He took her arm and said, "Mary Ellen, I don't mean to stop you because that feels so good but you might get a mouthful of pee because I have a piss hard-on. I need to go pee badly." He swung to the side and took off in a run to the bathroom. He had to twist downwards to get the pee flowing through the upward slanting hard on. He took a long relieving pee. Cleaned his dick and ran back to the bed where he swamped her body with his, tickling her ribs and kissing her tits. He moved downward kissing his way to her naked vulva. He licked through her slit on his way on down. He tongued her asshole, licked the crack and then went back to her tits. He sucked them for a few minutes before he gently turned her around and assumed the sixty-nine as he situated her pussy on his nose and began licking her clit, feeling it begin to swell and harden.

She waited as she stared at his hard on in front of her eyes. The pleasure running through her body was a strange but welcome feeling once more. Her life had taken a turn for the better and she was so pleased that she had spoken with him that night in the bar. He had settled into a stimulating rhythm on her clit and the electricity was beginning to flow through her nervous system, she lowered her mouth over the head of his dick and lazily sucked and tongued it with timing matched to his working her clit. Five minutes later, he rolled her to his left, turned, stuffed a pillow under her ass and climbed into her legs in the missionary position and began to fuck her while he kissed and tongued her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locked the ankles over his hips and squeezed him as he increased his stroking. He fucked and he fucked with her relishing his stamina while she thrilled at the tingling he was bringing to her body. She had never felt so alive or as happy as she was feeling with his dick stirring the passion she had lacked for years. He broke the kiss and said, "Mary Ellen, I'm ready to cum. Are you near being ready?"

She whispered back, "Don't worry about me. Go ahead if you need."

Two, three, four and on the fifth hard stroke, he groaned and she felt the warmth flowing into her pussy as he still stroked with each spurt of the cum. Finally, he slowed, lay on her stomach and put his head between her tits and sighed long and with lots of energy being expended. Her eyes were filled with tears she was so happy and pleased to be with him. They tenderly touched each other on the cheeks, lips and chins. Mary Ellen didn't want the moment to ever end. If this was love, then she was smitten with an almost stranger.

They played silly games when they showered. They didn't dress for breakfast but sat at the kitchen table naked and unabashed with their nakedness. It was totally unfamiliar familiarity they both absorbed that morning. Mary Ellen savored the time because she knew was convinced it would continue since the psyche of both was absolute in their minds.

When Brian stood at the door to leave, he said, "See you tomorrow night at the barroom. Don't be late."