Jul 31, 2011

Short Story: "Time Out"

This is the 1st short story I've written in so many years I don't even know anymore.  I used to write short stories all the time, sometimes more than one a day.   Then suddenly I just ran into a wall where I couldn't write anything.  I had the occasional story, often completed entirely in my head, I just was unable to put it down on paper.

The following story I have had in my head for the past year, and it was especially frustrating because I knew pretty much every aspect of the story, I just could not get it down in a manner that I felt was good.

Finally tonight I was able to put it into words, and that is what you see below.   I don't post my fiction writing much on my blog, but I felt like this was a special occasion, of sorts, so I wanted to post it up for those of you who read my site.

I hope you enjoy it, and feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments section.

NOTE:  The story below involves mature themes and has some adult situations of a sexual nature.  Nothing porno or anything, just perhaps a bit PG-13 inching towards R.   Just a heads up in case that type of thing is not to your liking.

"Time Out"

The man sat by himself at a table in the corner of the bar, as far away from the door as possible.  His back to the wall, he was able to see anyone who would approach.  As he was drinking his glass of scotch on the rocks, he heard the sound of chimes.  He looked up as a woman entered, and walked to  the bar, with her back to him.

He lifted the glass and as he sipped it he allowed his eyes to wander over her figure. His eyes closed briefly, as he allowed a brief interlude of illicit thoughts to enter his mind.  He sat the glass down, and wiped his lips with a crumpled ring stained napkin.

He shook his head, partly to clear his head of the thoughts that had emerged, but also to shake the effects of his second scotch.  When he looked back up, the woman was standing in front of his table, looking down at him, a slight smile on her face.

"May I?" she asked, gesturing towards the chair opposite where he was sitting.   The man, unable to speak, simply nodded.  She hung her purse off the back of her chair, and then sat down.  The man cleared his throat, "Um..I..How are you?" he asked, his voice cracking a bit.  She smiled, and he could imagine what she was thinking.
Nothing nice was coming to mind for him at this moment.

"I'm doing fine.  And  yourself?"  she asked, her voice soft and smooth. 

"I'm..I'm fine.  Fine.  Yeah, I'm um...I'm good. And you?"

She smiled.

"I - mean..yeah. I'm fine." 

She leaned forward, one hand on her glass, the other reaching across and resting on his hand.  "What's your name?", she asked.

The man swallowed and replied, "Roman."

"Well, Roman," she said, her voice putting him at ease, "just relax."

Roman let out a half laugh as if, of course, he had everything under control.

It didn't quite come out as he had imagined. she smiled nonetheless.

"You're cute, Roman.  My name is Margaret "

Roman didn't know what to say and didn't want to sound stupid so he didn't say anything.  He nodded instead.

"Roman," Margaret said.  "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," he said.

"Why are you here?  I mean you seem to be a, for the most part, together person.  I'd guess you're married, judging by the mark around your finger there, where a ring used to be."

Roman instinctively covered his ring finger with his other hand.

"And so I'm guessing you have a wife at home...maybe a kid or two, am I right?"

Roman was silent for a few seconds before shrugging, "Yeah."

"I'm not judging you, Roman.  In fact, you seem to be someone who can keep a secret, so I'll let you in on one...I've got someone at home as well.  I'm sure that he is thinking the same thing that your wife is thinking.  Something work related, I'd guess.  Am I right?"

Roman stared at her as if he wasn't sure what to make of her.

"Something like that."

Margaret leaned back, and ran her hand through her hair, and then leaned forward again.  "Roman, I already told you.  No judgments here.  We're two peas in a pod, you and I.  We're the same."

Roman took a sip of his scotch before responding.  "We are?"

"Of course we are.  We're both people who love our significant others quite deeply.  We would never intentionally hurt them.  Yet we're human.  We have feelings.  We have needs.  And those needs aren't always met.  Not that it's their fault, necessarily, but it's a situation that creates a scenario where  there becomes a need for a time out."

"Time out." Roman repeated.

"Time out. It doesn't make us bad people.  Just means that we perhaps need a break.  A moment in time to just step away from our lives and live a little."

"Live a little" he said.

"Yes.  That's why you're here, Roman.  That's why I'm here.  We both showed up hoping we would find someone that could take our minds off of our own shitty little lives for just a few seconds, minutes, hours.  A time out.  It just so happened that we found each other."

Roman thought about what she was saying, and then leaned in closer, as she did the same.  "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

She smiled, and whispered, "I thought you would never ask.".

Roman sat back and smiled to himself, clearly realizing this was not an everyday occurrence. He started taking another drink from his glass when he felt her right foot sliding along the inside of his left calf.  He choked a bit on his drink and began coughing.  He quickly recovered and wiped his mouth with the napkin.

Margaret grinned mischievously.  "What's wrong, Roman?"  Her foot inching farther up his leg. "Are you okay, Roman?".

Then he finally felt her foot resting between his thighs, her bare heel  resting on the chair, the bottom of her foot firmly up against his crotch.  He suddenly felt very restricted.

"Um. I ...I..uh...Nothing.  Nothing's wrong."

"Are you sure?" she cooed, as her foot lifted up slightly, and her heel started rubbing up and down against him.  "I mean, you seem like..you know...something's making you uncomfortable."

He stammered a bit before finally pulling back a bit, her foot rejoining her other one on the floor.  "Margaret...I...I.." he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and holding it a couple seconds before exhaling.

"I've never...done...THIS..." his voice trailed off.  Margaret smiled and switched chairs to the one right beside him.  She leaned forward, placing her hand on his cheek and pulling his head towards hers.  She leaned in and with her lips inches from his ear she whispered, "It's okay.  I have.  Let me take care of you."

Roman felt his heart racing and it was almost as if he could hear it pounding in his ears.

"I...I..." He couldn't speak.

Margaret  reached over and slid her hand inside his buttoned shirt and he felt her hand sliding across his bare chest, and he heard her sensual voice again,  "It's okay.  Let me take care of you.  You deserve a time out."

She slowly removed her hand, and sat back in her chair.  She looked at Roman,  who was clearly a mess, which thrilled Margaret to no end.

Roman looked at her and simply nodded. Margaret smiled and then stood up,  reaching over and grabbing her purse from the other chair.  She extended her hand to Roman, who took it and stood up. 

She leaned towards him, "Let's go to my place.  He's away for the weekend."  Roman couldn't speak, however he managed to nod. 

The drive to her place was nearly unbearable for him.  As she drove, he had his head back against the headrest, as her left hand rested between the seat belt strap around his waist, and his crotch.  With every squeeze....with every sexual word she spoke he felt like he was going to explode.

His breathing was so heavy he didn't even realize they had stopped.  His door opened beside him, and the seat belt immediately retracted into the holder by his head.  He opened his eyes and looked over at Margaret standing beside the car.

She smiled looking down at him.  "Can you walk?"  He coughed a bit and smiled.  "I think so."

Roman stood up and followed her up the sidewalk to her home.  When they reached the door, she turned around and took him firmly and pushed him against the wall, putting her lips to his.  He let out a grunt of surprise as he felt her tongue enter his mouth.

After a minute of making out, she pulled back and smiled at him.  She leaned forward and licked his lips before kissing him softly again.  She then took our her keys and put her house key into the lock.

"Are you still with me, Roman?" she asked.  Roman blinked a few times, and licked his lips, still tasting her on his mouth.  His head was slightly buzzed from his two scotches.

"I'm with you.  Time out."

She smiled, and unlocked her door and walked in.  As they entered the house, he was shocked out of his thoughts by the sound of a little girl yelling.


He looked over and saw his 7 year old daughter, Julia, running down the hall with her arms wide.  He reached out and took her up in his arms and lifted her up, giving her a hug.

"What's my little girl doing awake? Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"Daddy!" she said, drawn out in a whine. He put her down and looked at his wife, "Always the bad guy."

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Strauss, you are home".  Margaret and Roman looked over and saw the babysitter walking towards them, her backpack already on her shoulders, clearly ready to go.

"I'm sorry if we were late, Laura."

"Oh no problem, ma'am.  I just have a test in the morning and really need to get some things done at home before going to sleep."

Margaret, dug into her purse and pulled out fifty dollars.  "Here you go, Laura.  I hope Julia wasn't a problem."

"Oh not at all. She was great as usual." 

"Well thank you very much, Laura.  We'll give you a call the next time we need you."

"Thanks Mrs. Strauss.  You too Mr. Strauss."

Roman walked over and sat on the steps leading upstairs, as Margaret took Julia and put her to bed. Roman yawned and leaned over and rest his head against the wall. 

He was starting to feel his heart rate get back to normal when he felt Margaret slip in beside him and slide her arm around his waist.  "You ready for bed, babe?"

"Of course."  Roman replied.  He stood up and walked with her up the stairs and into their bedroom, shutting the door.

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