Anna Kournikova & Enrique
by zybish ©
The shoot had gone well. Enrique was more than content with the final
product, and was sure that the song would inevitably be a hit. It had
taken the best part of two days, however, and curiously, Anna remembered
thinking, the intimate scenes shared by Anna and Enrique had been shot,
and re-shot, and re-shot… countless times. She could not deny, however,
that she had been secretly very content with this, and, as far as she
could tell, Enrique wasn’t overly upset about it, either. In fact, he had
obviously enjoyed it, and the chemistry between
the two was readily
apparent. Enrique’s naturally flirtatious nature had Anna enticed, and the
Latino lover was everything Russian men weren’t. She kicked herself for
feeling the way she did.
Filming had been grueling, and when those heaven-sent words “that’s a
wrap” were muttered for the last time, a heavy weight was lifted from her
heart, but as she watched Enrique leave the studio, her heart felt
lumbered again. Enrique approached his sports car, opened the door, and
sat down. He gazed fixedly at Anna’s perfect figure and beautiful long
blonde hair, and started the engine. Taking a last glance at Anna, he
pressed his foot down on the pedal and the car rolled forwards. Little did
he know, Anna’s heart felt as heavy as his.
Anna watched the car edge away, grudgingly, when all of a sudden she found
herself running towards the studio’s glass door. Wolf whistles encircled
her as her breasts jumped up and down, and as she crashed through the
door, she waved her arms frantically towards the car that now seemed so
distant. It pulled away onto the road, and disappeared. Anna walked back
into the studio, grabbed her belongings, and in as short a time as she
could managed, found herself in her chauffeur driven limousine, heading
for her hotel. She closed her eyes; it had been a long day. She awoke as
the driver opened the door, and offered her his hand as she clambered
clumsily, still half-asleep, out of the vehicle.
On reflection, she came to the decision that the likes of Enrique were
dangerous, at the best of times, and for one so young, she felt it was
best not to get involved. However sensible she thought this conclusion to
be, she struggled to convince herself. Making her way to the lifts, men,
even those obviously accompanied by wives and girlfriends turned to stare.
Lust filled their gazes. She had always felt selfishly satisfied by this
in the past, yet now, she felt empty. Knowing she could have any of these
men just by clicking her fingers, made the abyss that filled her heart
seem even more empty. Enrique hadn’t even said goodbye.
As she slipped into her bath, her muscles relaxed, as the bubbles lathered
around her body. She lay back, engulfed in this bubbly paradise. Her mind
wandered back to the shoot earlier that day. Enrique believed that for a
love scene to look real, it had to be real. Her thoughts jumped from the
kiss in the theatre, to the kiss in the lady’s room, to the kiss in the
car. She felt his warm breath, smelt him, sensed his gentle caress. Her
hands fell into the water, and she brushed a palm over one of her breasts.
She felt a tingle down her spine. She longed to feel him again, to kiss
him again. Her hands continued to wander over her body, she ran her hand
up her leg, and her pussy tingled with anticipation. As she softly ran her
finger along the length of her slit, she closed her eyes once more. She
pictured Enrique, in a loose shirt; again, she felt his kiss, his hands,
his body. Before she knew it, a shuddering orgasm rippled through her
body. She felt no better; if anything, she felt even emptier.
Time had lost its reason, and she couldn’t have guessed how long she had
been in the bath for. She felt, however, that it was time to get out, so
she wrapped a towel around her body. She drew near to the mirror and wiped
the steam away, gazing at her body. She felt grotesque, and she stood
staring at her body until she had convinced herself that she looked so.
She slipped on her nightie, and crept into bed. A knock awoke her, some
time later, and as she inquired who it was, the events of the day came
flooding back. The call of room service did little but anger her, as she
strongly replied that she had not ordered any, and turned over once more
in her bed. The knock came again. She pulled away the sheets and marched
to the door, and flung it open.
Standing in the corridor was a rather sheepish looking young man, in an
all red suit holding a bottle of champagne, and a bowl of strawberries. He
extended his arms towards her, gesturing for her to take that which he
held. She sternly informed him, again, that she had not ordered anything.
He replied that he had received an order for the champagne for her room.
He then placed the tray on the floor by her feet, and scuttled away. She
closed the door, and crawled back into bed. She closed her eyes and
decided she would remain cuddled up under the sheets for an eternity. Her
only concern was that eternity would be too short.
Then came another knock at the door. Without hesitating, she jumped out of
bed and threw the door open to be confronted by Enrique, holding the tray
offered to her minutes earlier by the young man in the red suit. She
didn’t know what to think. He smiled, awkwardly, and asked whether he
could come in. He sat down on a chair in the corner of the room and
explained that he had not been able to think about anything but her all
day. Anna’s heart leapt. He continued to recount the happenings of his
day, after leaving the studio, and apologized to her for barging in so
late, but said that he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself had he
not even told her how he felt. He apologized again, and then got up to
As he walked towards the door, Anna gazed at him. He turned the knob, and
pulled the door open. He glanced at Anna, and said goodbye. He placed the
bottle of champagne down on the table by the door, and made to leave. Anna
cried out, and he swiveled, a glint came to his eye and he stared at her.
She walked up to him, pulled him towards her and planted a soft, sensuous
kiss on his lips. She looked deep into his eyes. He shut the door to her
room and began to kiss her, this time more passionately, deeper, and
stronger, than before. He prized her lips apart with his tongue and darted
it in and out of her mouth. Anna felt weak at the knees, and passively
responded to his advances.
She ran her hands down his back, and through his hair, as she had been
instructed to hours earlier. This time it was for real though, there was
no script, no directors. It felt real. Moments later, she slipped a finger
into the front of his trousers and pulled him closer towards her, as she
lay back on the bed. They continued to kiss. Enrique slipped the strap of
Anna’s nightie off of her left shoulder and began to kiss her neck. His
hands moved down her body and he began to stroke her thigh, as he kissed
her shoulder. He gently pulled the strap off her right shoulder and her
nightie fell down to her waist. Taking a second to admire her body, he
planted a line of kisses from her neck down to her belly button, stopping
briefly to kiss and caress her breasts.
Anna dipped her head down and kissed Enrique once more, savoring his taste
as she swirled her tongue around his mouth. She glided a hand down into
the front of his loose trousers and coaxed his penis into hardness. She
withdrew from the kiss, and moved down between his legs. Enrique lay down
on the bed, and ran his hands through Anna’s beautiful long blonde hair.
She drew his trousers and boxers down to his feet, and placed a kiss on
the tip of his cock. She then used her tongue to lick circles around his
shaft from top to bottom, before taking the tip of his penis into her
mouth and sucking on it. She gazed up at his face and caught his look, and
held it, while she slowly moved her lips up and down over him.
She cupped his balls in her hand and gently squeezed them, while
continuing to suck greedily on his cock. Moments later, she felt his
length twitch, and his eyes closed for a moment as a stream of cum rushed
into her awaiting mouth. She swallowed the first load down, as a second
rush filled her mouth. She felt a stream of cum slip out of the corner of
her mouth and down her cheek, as she hungrily swallowed all she could.
Enrique lifted Anna up and lay her down on the bed. He kissed her mouth,
then her neck and planted a trail of kisses down to her belly button,
before pulling her nightie down and past her feet. He threw it off the bed
and kissed her inner thigh. The sweet odors filled his nostrils as he
approached her quivering pussy. He ran his tongue along the length of her
pussy, resting momentarily on her pulsating clit. Her flitted his tongue
in and out of her love hole before taking her clit into his mouth and
pulling on it with his teeth, as gently as possible. He ran a finger into
her wet pussy as he licked and sucked at her clit, teasing her. She lay
back on the bed as waves of ecstasy ran through her body. Before long, her
whole body contracted and an earth-shuddering orgasm filled her. Enrique
withdrew his face from her quim, and placed a soft kiss on her lips,
gently caressing her pussy with his fingers. Their love juices mingled as
Having recovered, Anna lay back on the bed and Enrique moved in between
her legs. He nudged the tip of his penis against her pussy, teasing her,
touching her pussy lips then withdrawing away, as she waited in
expectation. However he couldn’t hold out too long, and moments later he
buried his cock in Anna’s anticipating pussy. It slid in, and as his cock
massaged against her sensitive clit, tremors raced around her body. She
was high on lust, encased by her Latino lover. She pulled him on top of
her as he continued to fuck her, kissing him deeply and passionately as
they fucked. As they kissed, she felt Enrique tense, and then his cum
flood into her pussy. It felt so good; she lay back and enjoyed the
feeling. He withdrew his penis, and sprayed a second load of cum onto her
tits. She took his cock into her mouth, to drain the last drops.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms. They hadn’t touched the champagne.