Ray was never really one to believe in destiny. He was not a superstitious person nor did he believe in greater powers guiding things. However he could not help but keep thinking back to the events of a year ago. Single at the time, Ray decided not to spend valentines day alone and ventured out to his local pub. A trendy place with a Spanish flair it had proven to be very popular that night. There were a lot of couples but also singles, wanting to have some fun despite then normally depressing holiday for single people. Ray had dressed up nicely, wearing his leather jacket despite the cold, his dark hair nicely managed. It was not long until he caught the view of someone.
She was tall and athletic, with long brown hair and vibrant green eyes. She was dressed in a tight black leather mini dress that showed off her silky shoulders, long legs, and showed a more than generous amount of cleavage. Once she and Ray locked eyes there was an undeniable chemistry. They talked, they danced, seeming to both feel something. Funnily enough something simple, like what there names were seemed unimportant next to what was going on. Ray had felt like there was a natural progression with things as they got closer and closer. Ray was convinced they would end up together that night and they were very close.
However that is where everything went wrong. Her friend had way too much to drink and begun to become ill. With the chaos of the pub it all escalated from there and unfortunately ended with her leaving...without giving Ray her number...or even her name.
There had been attempts to find her, talks with the bartenders and return visits to the pub. However as much as Ray had hoped for some luck there was none to be found. He eventually gave up, not wanting to get too creeper-ish but he could not stop thinking about her. In the year that followed there were a lot of hookups and other women in his life but his thoughts kept going back to that girl. The connection and his savage desire for her was something he could not so easily reconcile. So when Valentines day again reared it's head, Ray decided to go to the pub again with the small hope that she might appear again. He dressed the same as the year before, thinking that she might do the same and that is how they could easily find each other. The night went on, the pub became busy and Ray was starting to loose hope. A year was a long time and there was a lot that could happen. She might have found someone else, she might have moved, all manner of doubts flowed into Ray's head.
However hope was in short supply and as Ray was considering giving up...there she was. It was as if no time had passed and this night was the same night from last year. She looked the same, even wearing the same tight black leather dress. She ignored everyone else, walking right up to Ray at the bar and stopping in front of him.
“Alice.” She replied simply, realizing as well as Ray their mistakes from last year.
“Ray.” Ray replied with a smile.
Alice nodded, picking up Ray's phone from the bar. “I'm putting my number in and adding myself to your Facebook. “I had to wait a year for this to continue.”
“No complaints here.” Ray said with a laugh. “I'm just glad we can.”
Alice smiled, finishing with Ray's phone and handing it back to him. She stretched her long arms above her head, her cleavage swelling as she sighed in relief. “So where were we?”
“I believe we were talking about playing some pinball in the back.” Ray responded. “Or perhaps escalating to...heavier things.”
“Why not both.” Alice said with a raised eyebrow. “There's surely no one back in the sketchy arcade room. I am not much for playing pinball but like having things done for me on a table.”
“Well they do sometimes call them pinball TABLES.” Ray offered.
“Works for me.” Alice replied, letting Ray lead her to the small back room where the vintage video games and pinball machines were kept. Luckily enough, as anticipated, there was no one on the room. Everyone else seemed more concerned with the live band and the drinking at the bar. There was unlikely to be little interest in vintage games that night.
Once inside the room Alice was all over Ray, the pair had been so close to that point a year ago when they were interrupted and neither seemed to have any trouble going back to it. Ray explored Alice's body, his hands feeling her tight curves in her leather dress, soon finding their way down to feel her silky thighs underneath. Alice hopped up onto the pinball table, placing her butt on it and allowing Ray to feel further. Ray slid his hands inward, feeling her warm thighs with his hands. Alice leaned back, sliding up further onto the pinball table. Ray undid his pants. Letting them fall to his ankles as he leaned over. With his height and the level of the table he could stand and still have access to what he needed. Alice readied herself. She did not want to take off her dress, instead only needing to hike it up and become ready for what needed to be done.
With one hand Ray pulled Alice's top down, exposing her round perky breasts to his grasp. With the other hand he took hold of Alice's panties and slid them down her legs and off of her high heeled feet. Ray climbed back toward the table, bracing Alice with one hand still on her breast he entered her, casing her to moan and lean back on the pinball table. Ray grabbed a hold of her leg with his other hand, using the leverage to begin to thrust into her, catching himself moaning as well as he was finally getting what he wanted and had been dreaming of for the last year. The idea that they were just in another room from so many people was intoxicating, they could be caught but for every moment they got away from it added to their ecstasy. Ray continued to hammer into Alice, sliding her up and down the smooth glass of the pinball table with every motion. She began to get louder and louder, her enjoyment of every thrust growing into a crescendo of pleasure. Only the loud music and chaos of the bar beyond hid the pairs noises and increasing activity.
As they moved faster and faster together, Ray tightened his grip on Alice's breast. His other hand held on tight to her thigh, using it to control both his movements and hers. Alice reached back with both hands, gripping the edges of the table, bracing herself. Both Alice and Ray began to call out. The orgasm grew from within and nothing could stop it. The pair continued into each other, Alice having orgasm after orgasm, all the while Ray let loose his own, continuing within her until both were completely satisfied and spent.
Soon Alice flopped back onto the table, she was glowing and breathing heavily. Ray smiled, readjusting himself and pulling up his pants. As the pair composed themselves they realized that they had done it, no one had disturbed them and they had finished what they had started a year previous.
“So what now?” Alice asked. “Took us a year but we are finally together.”
“Tough call.” Ray admitted. “I think we need to make up for lost time and see what other tables we can find.”
“Sounds good to me.” Alice responded as she followed Ray from the room.