2 comments/ 43167 views/ 4 favorites Cum, Cum, Cum... By: SilverFox300 Alenka Pavlič's parents lived in a second floor apartment in Ljubljana's southern suburb of Vič, near a gate in the old Roman wall, when she was born. She was a bright, happy child who responded well to her parents' wishes. One would call her extremely "well-behaved". Alenka's parents dream for her, their only child, was for her to become a business manager, a highly professional and successful one. Being the "well-behaved" daughter that she was, she did not let them down. After graduating from the University of Ljubljana with honors with a diploma in business management, she went to work for TV PIKA, a local, privately owned televison station, the most viewed among regional television channels in Slovenija. Initially, the Assistant to the Production Manager, Alenka quickly showed her management talents and when the Production Manager left for a job in Munich, Germany, Alenka was chosen to take his place. Within three years she was the station's Executive Producer, in charge of all the station's productions and virtually, the number two executive in the company. During her meteoric rise, she lived the kind of life her parents had taught her was pleasing to them - she never dated, never saw a man as a mate and concentrated her whole beingness into being the best business manager she could be. Yet, physically, Alenka, at twenty-five, was drop-dead gorgeous! She was naturally blond, blue-eyed, with wonderfully rosy, clear skin and a Madonna-like face, with high cheekbones and a wide, full-lipped mouth with perfectly spaced and glistening, white teeth. Alenka was tall (6 ft) and had a beautiful figure - long, slender, shapely legs, a delightful swell to somewhat narrow hips for her height and a firm, tight butt, then narrowing to a trim waist. From her waist her torso tapered outward to the point where her marvelous breasts thrust out - high, firm and round. Her breasts had never needed support of any kind and at, 24, still showed no indication of any sag whatsoever. Her breasts looked like they were made of alabaster, softly streaked with bluish veins emanating from the center of her half-dollar sized rosy areolae, peaked by stiff, pinky nipples, pointing straight out from each luscious mound. Alenka had a penchant for athletics. She was an excellent skier, loved basketball and soccer and jogged through Tivoli, a local park, early every morning before work. As a result, every day when she went to work one could see the continuing effects of her daily workout in the rosiness of her complexion and the very slight touch of sweat on her upper lip and in the hair near her ears, even though she had thoroughly showered before leaving for work. Alenka wore no perfume or scents of any kind, yet she smelled fresh and clean at all times on the job. Even during her menstrual period, she smelled only slightly musky compared to her usual scent, betraying her condition only to other women and enhancing her allure to men, who did not know why they felt more attracted to her on those days. Her taste in clothing was superb. She tended to wear tight-fitting, knee-high skirts and long-sleeved, high-necked blouses made of softly flowing fabrics which alternately hid and displayed her luscious curves as she moved. - indeed, her movements were sinuous and lithe, cat-like, owing to her athleticism. Being tall to begin with, she did not wear spiked heels, but chose two-inch heels, allowing her to walk easily and gracefully. One thing everyone who came into contact with Alenka agreed about her, she was all woman, a highly desirable and sensuous woman and brilliant, to boot! Inasmuch as her seemingly sole aim in life was to please her parents, throughout her childhood and maturation, she had been sheltered from many of life's pettinesses. She seemed totally without guile by those who knew her, playing every game she engaged in fairly, yet always to win - a consummate competitor with a natural understanding of her competition's characteristics, strong and weak. As she never took unfair advantage of them, even those who "lost" to Alenka liked her and looked up to her, rather than resent her. Perfection? Well, not exactly. A lot going for her? Undoubtedly! Yet, Alenka, with all her successes, was as yet still missing a vital element of life - she was a woman without a man who she loved unconditionally and who loved her in return, unconditionally. Up until this time in her life, she had paid no attention to such things. She was totally absorbed in achieving her goals to please her parents. But, one afternoon she was previewing a recent Živeti Zdravo - Living A Healthy Life program, hosted by Milka Krapež, concerning pregnancy and the greater or lesser risks associated with the age of the mother, how older women tended to have more problems and how their children tended to have more health problems. There seemed to be, by statistics, an optimal age for a mother to have children. There, of course, were very widely varying exceptions, but still there seemed to be an optimal point and Alenka realized she was rapidly approaching that age. She hadn't really thought about it before, but now she began to evolve the idea that presenting her parents with a grandchild was just as much a part of her life's goal to please them as all that she had done so far. At this same time, she realized that her being happily married to a fine man who her parents loved was also a vital part of her "pleasing them" goals. They would not be there forever and would be comforted knowing their daughter would be well cared for when they had passed on. Gradually, over the next few weeks, these thoughts gelled and she resolved to enter the lists and play these games, too, the game of love and the game of creating new life. Her approach was just like her approach to all she did - she did thorough research and I mean thorough! Her best childhood friend, Maja, had married right out of gimnazija (high school) and now had four children, two boys and two girls, ranging in age from six years to one month. Alenka never lost close contact with Maja, attending her wedding and sending presents for each of the babies as they were born. As well, at least monthly, Alenka invited Maja out to lunch at their favorite restaurant, the Cellar restaurant in the Grand Hotel Union - Executive or for a couple of drinks or pleasant bottle of fine wine at the bar/lounge on the top floor of Nebotičnik (for many years, Ljubljana's tallest building at twelve stories) as a way of setting Maja free for a few hours from her maternal "chores". Maja, it was obvious to Alenka, did not consider her motherly activities as chores, but on the contrary, was always anxious to get back to the "babies" she loved so much. Alenka not only respected this, but was exhilarated by it, sensing this game could be played to great satisfaction. So, Alenka called Maja and suggested they get together the following Tuesday for their "usual." Alenka told her best friend about her recent realizations and expressed her interest in obtaining Maja's viewpoint. Maja, in turn, expressed her delight at the prospect, but cautioned Alenka that she was still breast-feeding her newest son and would be bringing him with her as he could not go without a feeding for the hours she knew their tryst would entail. Alenka was surprised to find this news sent a tingle through her body, exciting her physically as she envisioned a baby suckling on her sensitive nipples, drawing life from breasts engorged with nutritious milk. Alenka squirmed in her chair, aware of new and thrilling sensations coursing through her aroused body. "No problem, I'd like to see him anyway," Alenka said. "Zdravo. Na svidenje," they each signed off. Alenka sat stunned by the feelings she was experiencing. Her body felt so alive - so vital! Thank God today was Friday. She only had to hold herself together until next Tuesday. This was important to her as she knew these new games seemed to be garnering an unfair amount of her attention lately and she couldn't afford to have them negatively affect the other games in which she was immersed. She reveled in "balance" as without it, things tended to get a bit chaotic, out of control. This was a key element to her successes so far. As Alenka and Maja stepped up to the Maitre d'Homme at the restaurant, he recognized Alenka immediately and greeted her with, "Ahh, Gospodična Pavlič, I have a table for you right over here," directing them to follow him to a quiet corner of the large room. As he stopped at the reserved place, he indicated a special rectangular, white, wicker basket on wheels which was decorated with soft blue baby blankets and white down pillows for Maja's baby. After she gently placed her baby in the basket, he helped Maja sit and then turned to assist Alenka. "It's a pleasure to see you as always. Enjoy your meal." Alenka's attention was on Dani, Maja's son. He was sleeping at the moment - serene, breathing softly, totally at peace. Alenka was awestruck! What a wondrous thing! A new life, created out of love. For the first time, she fully realized what she had been missing in her life and resolved to ensure she would not go much longer without adding this element to her existence. Suddenly, Maja registered both surprise and joy as she waived happily at someone seated at a table two removed from them. "Zdravo, Doktor," Maja called out, nodding and smiling broadly. The handsome gentleman stood and came over to their table. He was about six feet four inches tall with a well-developed athletic build, dark brown, wavy hair and dark brown eyes. Alenka guessed him to be twenty-nine or thirty. He was smiling broadly, as well, as he approached their table and went immediately to Dani's basket. Lifting the blanket gently from the baby's face, he openly admired what he saw. "Bravo! Maja," he spoke softly. "He's beautiful! What have you named him?" "Danjilo, but we call him Dani," she said, obviously pleased with the encounter. "Doktor Janša, this is my best friend, Alenka Pavlič. Alenka is the Executive Producer over at TV PIKA," she added proudly. He turned his gaze to Alenka, rapidly taking in every aspect, the look in his eyes betraying his obvious pleasure with what he saw, admiring her evident physical charms. Turning to Alenka, Maja said, "Doktor Janša is my Gynecologist, but he was away at a medical convention in London when Dani was born and this is the first time he's seen him. Sometimes the timing of these things can't be too predictable, especially when it's the fourth," she laughed, a little self-consciously. Alenka's thoughts were whirling! God, he's gorgeous and he's obviously in excellent physical condition. Wonder what he does to keep in such great shape, she mused. He looks familiar, but I can't quite place where I've seen him before. Then the thought of him examining her "down there" sent tides of warmth and color through her throat and cheeks. Her nipples hardened and that tingling feeling swelled out from her mons. She noted he looked at her as he would look at a beautiful woman, appreciating what he saw and not as if he were looking objectively at a patient. He was clearly taken by her charms and attracted to her. "Doktor Janša, won't you join us at our table? I see you haven't received your meal yet and we can direct the waiter here for you, " Alenka suggested softly. "Maja and I would be very pleased if you could," Alenka said, emphasizing the "I" ever so subtly. "I would be delighted to," he said pleasantly, with just a slight touch of excitement in his eyes. "Please call me Brane. Doktor Janša sounds so formal between friends and, by the way, I'm not related to another more famous Janša." Brane was referring to the then Prime Minister of Slovenija, Janez Janša. When he said this Alenka noticed Maja smiling, obviously very pleased at both Alenka's and Brane's reactions to each other. Brane sat down in the chair next to Alenka. "Have you ladies ordered yet?" knowing full well they had not as he had been watching Alenka from the moment she walked into the restaurant, captivated by one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, if not the most beautiful, he acknowledged to himself. "No," Alenka responded softly, feeling this meeting was somehow not really a random one, that someone had actually planned it. She seemed mesmerized, unable to take her gaze from this man's warm, dark eyes. For the first time in her life, she experienced a sense of not being fully in control of the emotions churning through her, ravishing her mind and body. And, most notably, she realized she didn't resent this effect on her by this man she just met. Indeed, it felt good! She had an overwhelming desire to reach out and tenderly run her fingertips over his cheek and stop on his lips to receive a gentle kiss. God, she thought, I better get myself under control before this gets out of hand. "Would you enjoy sharing a bottle of wine?" Brane asked, never taking his eyes off Alenka's, as if the two of them were somehow joined by their eyes. "We often enjoy a glass of 'Dingač'," murmured Alenka, still wrapped in his gaze. "Wonderful! 'Dingač' it will be," Brane said, as he got the attention of the Wine Steward across the room. Brane had ordered a veal steak (teleča pečenka), and was pleased their choice of wine, the Croatian equivalent of a Cabernet Sauvignon, would complement his meal very nicely. Alenka was a little surprised at her reaction to Brane. Most men in her life, aside from her father, were part of her business existence and she saw them as "tools" or "resources" to be employed and/or manipulated in the game of business management, much like pieces in a game of chess. But Brane was different. He came into her life independent of her work environment. He was associated with servicing her gender, indeed, intimately so! He was extremely attractive physically and the gentleness of his mannerisms, contrasting with his obvious physical strength, captivated her. For the very first time in her life, she was physically attracted to a man and she liked it! She wasn't uneasy or afraid in any way - no, she was exhilarated by this new adventure. Alenka realized that her plans to pump Maja for data about dating, marrying and being a mother and wife would have to wait for another occasion, but that was OK. One of her strong characteristics was patience. "Alenka, I hope you do not mind if I call you Alenka, it's such a pretty name, very fitting for such a beautiful woman. Are you originally from Ljubljana?" "Yes," she said, startled by his words. "My parents lived in Vič when I was born. They had no other children." "No doubt 'broke the mold' - no need to have more when you already have the best," he said softly, complimenting her. She accepted his praise of her beauty as sincere, not false or fawning in any way. It was as if he were simply stating an obvious fact, clear to anyone should they simply look. Alenka was no fool in such matters. After all, she had been successfully playing a "man's" game most of her life and was keenly aware of false flattery and the usual intentions behind it. But none of this was there in Brane's simple acknowledgment of her beauty and his appreciation of it. It surely would be easy to get used to having this man around, she thought wistfully, looking deeply into his dark eyes. The Wine Steward arrived with their wine, showed the label to Brane and after Brane nodded his approval, uncorked the bottle and asked Brane if he wanted to taste it then or set the bottle down to "breathe" for a few minutes. Brane elected the latter and the Wine Steward left. "Is that alright?" he asked Alenka. "I would do the same," she responded, respecting his judgement. "How long do you usually let it set?" she asked, making small-talk, still efforting to keep her emotions under some semblance of control. What she really wanted to do was touch him. It would not be long before she gave in to that urge. "Oh, about ten minutes, if I'm not distracted." "And are you distracted, Doktor?" Maja asked, coyly smiling. "Yes," Brane said simply, "and you had better set the timer," never taking his eyes away from Alenka. "And are you also originally from Ljubljana, Brane?" asked Alenka. She liked the ring of her saying his name. "No. I was born in Izola. One of those Istrian kids who swam in the morning and skied in the afternoon," he said, smiling warmly at Alenka. "And what do you do now to stay so fit? Alenka asked, admiringly. "Well, with the demands of my practice, at present, all I have time for is a good jog in Tivoli every morning." Recognition flashed through Alenka. Yes, it's HIM! Oh my God. It's HIM! I knew I'd seen him before. However, their meetings on the jogging path had always been quite brief as he usually approached her from behind and only seemed to glance at her and nod as he sprinted on past her. But Brane knew he had not just glanced at her. He had appraised her quite thoroughly from behind, relishing the view and only sprinting on by so he could get a good look at her profile and front when he was sated with the rear view. When Maja had called him to ask if he would be interested in meeting a single friend of hers, a very eligible female, he had agreed to be in the restaurant at the appointed time in order to get a good look at Maja's friend, not really knowing who she was and not actually committed to a date. But when Alenka and Maja came in together, Brane was astonished and elated - it was HER! The gorgeous young woman jogger from Tivoli! And in the flesh, she's far more attractive than I could have dreamed, he acknowledged. What a stroke of luck, he thought, and she isn't just beautiful, she's a very accomplished and successful professional! With a lovely voice and extremely feminine! And, per his observations, interested in him. What a stroke of luck - he just couldn't get over it. And sweet Maja had drawn them together, knowing both of them and knowing how well they would react to each other. She was a genius as well as a friend! Both Brane and Alenka simultaneously reached out their hands to each other and grasping them, squeezed their fingers around each other's and shook their hands up and down like kids doing a made-up dance, laughing merrily. "It's YOU!" they both said at the same time, then laughing excitedly again, reveling in their recognition of each other. To finally be able to give in to her desire to touch him exhilarated Alenka. Her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing and her heart raced, sending color up her throat to her cheeks and ears. She felt so alive! Could this actually be the imagined soul mate she had lately been dreaming about? The man who would be her lover for life and the father of her children? Maja was beaming. Her little intrigue was working out much better than she could have imagined. And, it seems they actually knew each other before or at least, had seen each other, but had had no opportunity for a "correct" introduction. Well, that's been handled, she thought, beaming at her two "best friends," aside from her dear Pino, her husband, lover, and father of her babies. At that moment something intruded insistently into her revelry. Dani was bawling! Brane and Alenka realized the infant was crying out, too. "He's hungry!" they both said, again, at exactly the same time and with the same exact words. And again, this caused them both to break into merry laughter, as if they were now so close that they thought and acted as one. Neither had ever experienced such before and were quite excited and pleased by the phenomenon. Maja reached over and lifting Dani to her breast, softly stroked the back of his head and cooed to him, "Come to your mother's breast, moj djece (my baby). Satisfy your hunger and thirst at my breast." As she said this she opened her blouse and the flap of her nursing bra and guided Dani's bawling mouth to her engorged nipple. He quickly fixed on it and sucked heartily, making little mewing sounds as he drew life from his mother's ample supply of milk. Maja's eyes closed and her head tilted back slightly as she felt her son suckling on her breast. Her face was the picture of serenity. Cum, Cum, Cum... Alenka was enthralled. Vicariously, she could feel the baby's mouth and lips drawing on her nipple and sensual feelings were racing through her body. Her fingers gripped Brane's wrists and drew his hands to her breasts, seeming without recognition of what she was actually doing, her eyes closed. However, he did not take advantage of the situation as he could perceive that Alanka seemed lost in emotions somewhere else. He allowed her to hold his hands to her breasts but did not move them, but simply allowed her to press them against her. Oh yes, he liked what he felt - have no doubt about that! Slowly Alenka seemed to come into present time. Her eyes opened and she gazed intently at Brane, a smile slowly spreading across her lovely face. She had not stopped pressing his hands to her breasts. He felt her gaze and realized she had not negatively reacted to his hands being pressed against her gorgeous breasts, but had, instead, caused his palms to open and pressed each against one of her delightfully firm, upthrust mounds. He glanced about, concerned that he not create a spectacle which might do injury to her. No one was paying any attention to them, now that Dani was quieted. Sensing Alenka was issuing an open invitation, he slowly drew his long, slender fingers on each hand together, softly stroking them up over each breast toward the nipple summit. She closed her eyes, softly moaned and tilted her head back while increasing the pressure of her hands on his wrists. Somehow, it didn't matter that they were in a public place. Their attraction to each other was building to the point of being lust! He was the first to come back down to earth, pulling his hands back from her breasts. "Alenka, sweet," he said gently, "we should save this for another time and place. Besides," he said, glancing at his watch, "I have patient appointments to keep back in my office." Alenka jolted into present time. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't think. Please forgive me!" "There's nothing to forgive. I don't want to leave, nor do I want to stop what we were doing. I really have no choice but to eat my lunch and get back to my office. However, before another word is said, promise me we'll see each other again, very soon." Alenka laughed. "Well, how about tomorrow morning in Tivoli! Just don't run by so fast, OK?" Brane laughed, too, sensing their lives were, from this moment on, inextricably entwined and he was thrilled with that prospect. He had not expected when he arose that morning that his life would be forever changed for the better that day. Oh, Alenka, I have such powerful feelings for you - you have no idea, yet, he thought. After Brane left to return to his office, Alenka and Maja finished their meals and Alenka poured out the last of the wine, sharing it evenly with Maja. "Well, my dear friend, I had a premonition about today," Maja said softly. "It was so perfect. Did you two know each other before?" "Yes, and No. We had seen each other during our morning jogging in Tivoli, but had never actually spoken to each other, other than the simple greeting between fellow joggers. I found out today that Brane was just as interested in actually getting to know me as I was to be introduced to him. It was like the bursting of a dam for both of us - we both were strongly interested in the other, but neither felt bold enough to open the floodgates. You gave us that opportunity and I'll love you for it forever!" "Alenka, you have always been my dearest friend and Brane has also been very close." Maja, realizing the innuendo, giggled and blushed. "I sincerely hope the two of you can find happiness with each other. Nothing would make me happier!" "I have a lot to learn about being a lover and wife and mother, but I intend to achieve all that and make Brane - if he's the right man, and I have a very strong feeling he is - a very, very happy lover and husband and father. Do you think he is that interested in me?" "Unquestionably! Alenka, did you see the way he looked at you as he was leaving? He did NOT want to leave! The chemistry between you two is absolute MAGIC! Uuuuhh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it," Maja whispered. "OK, OK! We'd better get going. I'll drop you off on my way back to the office," Alenka laughed merrily, pushing her chair back and standing. Maja stood and leaning over Dani, gently picked up her sleeping babe, wrapping him tenderly in her arms. As they got to Alenka's car, Alenka said, "You know, I hope you don't think this is weird, but when you were feeding Dani I felt he was nursing on me. It was a wonderful feeling!" "I don't think that's weird at all, and, you are right about that. It is wonderful! But, you will experience that for yourself and once you do, you will want to experience it again and again. I'm sure!" Back in her office, Alenka's thoughts were whirling. To bring order into her mind, she forced herself to concentrate on her job, something familiar to her and which she knew she could control. A brief moment of fear flashed through her as she realized how strongly she had been affected by the events of the day. Emotionally, she felt totally charged up. Katja Muser, a middle-aged, attractive woman and Alenka's personal assistant, came in to her office and remarked, "Alenka, what did you do over lunch? You look fantastic! As if you had been making hot, passionate love the whole time," Katja said excitedly. "And what do you know about making 'hot, passionate love', my dear?" Alenka laughed. "Well, you actually are close. I met a man, a very exciting man, a gorgeous man! And, we're going to see each other again tomorrow morning!" Her voice crescendoed. Katja blinked, astonished. "Prima! Fantastič! To je vrlo dobr!" ("Wonderful! Fantastic! That's very good!"). "Pa da! Seveda!" ("But yes! Naturally!") Alenka responded, "Najbolše! Za mene!" ("The best! To me!"). "But, don't you have to work tomorrow morning?" Katje asked. "Oh, sure, but we're going jogging together in Tivoli. You know I do that every morning. I've seen him there before. Actually, quite often. Actually, now that I think of it, almost every day. Hmmm! Well, anyway, we had not actually been introduced before today." "That's so great!" Katje said. "I've been a little worried about you - not having someone to care for and to be cared for. It's a big part of a full and satisfying life." "You're right about that! And, I'm pretty excited about him!" "That's easy to see! You look horny!" Katje laughed merrily. "Mind your tongue!" Alenka squeeled. "Well, to be honest, I think I am!" she said, laughing again and blushing. "It's what makes the world go round, my dear!" Katje said, nodding positively. "God, we better get to work," Alenka said as she picked up the messages that had been placed on her desk in her absence. As she brushed her teeth the next morning, Alenka realized she had not slept well - thoughts of Brane chasing through her mind all night. Oh, well, he'll just have to accept me as I am, she mused, not fearing that prospect. As she jogged down the path, the usual joggers came and went, but no Brane. Alenka began to grow concerned. Did he have second thoughts? Has something happened to him? Did she totally misinterpret his interest in her? She kept looking behind her as that was the direction from which he always came, but after her half-hour of jogging was up and she returned to her car, she settled down emotionally (physical exercise often had that affect on her). Such silly thoughts! Of course he is interested in me, every bit as much as I am interested in him, she acknowledged to herself. Something very important must have interfered with our agreed tryst, else he would have been here. Such level-headedness was characteristic of Alenka and accounted for much of her success in life. She drove to the office and used the women's shower facilities (provided by TV PIKA for actresses and other personnel who took part in the station's productions) to clean up after her exercise and dress for work. Characteristically, she poured herself into her work. Though she obviously knew about it from their conversation the previous afternoon, Katje did not inquire about the planned "meeting" before work that morning. She knew that if Alenka wished to tell her anything, she would. There were no secrets between them, a fact which allowed them both to work extremely well together, helping to bring out the best in both of them - a real synergistic relationship. At about 10:30, Alenka's phone rang and Katje told her a Doktor Janša was on the line for her. Alenka's heart skipped a beat and her throat tightened. "Brane?" Alenka asked as she heard the click transferring the call to her. "Alenka! Please forgive me! I'm so sorry I could not keep our date this morning, but, rest assured, I will make it up to you, a hundred times over!" he said, calmly. "I had an emergency delivery this morning. Everyone's doing very well - mother and a fine, beautiful, baby girl." "I expected it was something like that," Alenka said, softly. "And don't worry about making up for it. You're not out-exchange with me. I certainly expect that such things happen when you're a doctor - it's just part of the job! And, it's no problem for me. I understand it and admire your priorities and dedication to those who depend on you. I wouldn't have it any other way," she said with warmth and sincerity. At that moment, Brane knew with absolute certainty that Alenka must become his lover and wife and mother of his children, his soul mate. She totally accepted him for who and what he was and his life's work was respected, indeed, admired by this marvelous, beautiful woman. For that matter, he, too, admired and respected her for who she was, including her current profession and granted her the right to continue it, if she chose to, even when she became his lover and wife and mother of their children, as he fully intended she would. He was totally confident she would create all these beingnesses without any conflict among them. "Thank you so much for those words - sincerely, they mean a great deal to me! Alenka, I have to tell you, I'm climbing the walls to see you, to touch you again," he said, his excitement obvious. "To me, you're a dream come true! Uh, oh! Brane! Slow down, boy! Take it easy! But, I don't really want to. . ." "And I don't want you to, either," Alenka said, chuckling. "When our feelings for each other are this strong and this positive, what possible reason do either of us have for holding anything back? I know we have just met - formally - but it seems we've known each other for millennia. Maybe we were lovers in some past life, I don't know. I just know I have never felt more positive about someone in my whole life and here I am saying this over the phone, when I should be saying it to you in your arms, caressing you with all my being." She was totally confident she had found her soulmate. "Darling, Alenka, what are you doing for lunch?" "Damn, I have a business lunch today and a business dinner tonight, but I should be back home by eight o'clock. Would you like to come over to my place at eight?" "Need you ask? I would love to! I don't expect any interruptions tonight," Brane breathed, emphasizing the word "love". "But, I don't know your address." "Rimska cesta 7 - II. It's an older building whose apartments have been converted into condos. I appreciate antiques and classical art - I hope you do too - and have decorated my place quite tastefully, even if I do say so myself." "I am certain you have. That is excellent! I prefer that style as well. Where did you get the antiques?" "Most of them are English - mid Victorian. I happen to go to the UK often on business and have taken the opportunity to collect favorite pieces over time. It's been fun!" "Undoubtedly! I wish I could have done it with you." "I think we can arrange that, don't you? I don't have everything I want or should I say, everything we want?" she queried. "Yes, you are a wonder!" he stated without acknowledging her innuendo. Brane pondered - most people would have considered Alenka bold and full of braggadocio for making such statements, but he considered her simply honest and straightforward. She certainly had a right to honestly acknowledge any accomplishment. He really appreciated this in her. He would always know exactly where he or she stood on any matter. Indeed, this was refreshing! Alenka hurried home after her dinner meeting. It had been highly successful. Now the station would have a backup anchor for the news program, a real favorite among their viewers. She drove her car, a BMW M3 convertible, through the arch into the parking area behind the old building. The building's walls were constructed of stone and it had a new clay tile roof. The terrazzo floors had all been redone and gleamed in the subtle lighting of the stairway and hallway to her second floor condo, situated roughly in the center of the oblong building facing out onto the old, cobble-stone street. It was a very gracious place and the other condo owners were, like Alenka, successful and relatively wealthy, though most of them were older than she. As she entered her front door, she glanced at the grandfather clock in the foyer and noted it was about 7:45. She had fifteen minutes to freshen up and get into something "comfortable" before Brane arrived. She expected he was very punctual when given the opportunity. She appreciated that quality, as it was vital to good business relationships. While she didn't consider their's a "business relationship", she still held this characteristic to be one which would tend to support any kind of relationship, especially the kind of relationship she intended their's would be. She strode into her bedroom, a "palace" of white and pink and rose. Opening the doors to the armoire in which she kept her evening clothes, she picked out a rose silk evening robe and laid it on her large four-poster bed. She quickly stripped naked, put her clothes away and ran into the master bathroom to pee. When done, she checked herself out in the full length mirror on the back of the door. She ran a comb quickly through her long hair. Then, placing a hand over each breast, she squeezed her nipples and thrust her breasts out, moaning. Oh, God, this is so exciting, she thought. While her left thumb and forefinger squeezed her right nipple, her right hand dropped to her mons and pressed against her outer labia. She was wet. She drew her hand upward, rubbing against her clitoris with her middle finger as it ascended. She almost screamed out loud. Uhhh! That feels so good! Alenka was brought back down to earth when she heard the grandfather clock begin to chime. She threw on the robe as she sprinted to the foyer, hearing the knock on the door as the last chime rang out for eight o'clock. She quickly tied the robe closed and opened the door. There stood Brane, a bouquet of soft pink roses in his hand. Holding them out to her, he said, grinning, "Call this the start of making up to you for leaving you, standing in the park." Alenka accepted the bouquet, held the flowers up to her face and drew in a deep breath through her nostrils, savoring the wonderful fragrance. "How did you know I just love roses?" she beamed. "Well, I love them, too and just assumed you would, given your obvious good taste in matters of art," he stated softly, peering through the open door into the foyer. "Oh, my God! Forgive me!" Alenka burst out as she pulled on his arm with her free hand drawing him through the doorway and into her home. "Sometimes my manners are terrible. Come on into the salon while I find a vase to put these in. Oh, Brane, they're so beautiful," she said, breathlessly, running into the kitchen. He heard a cupboard door slam shut and then water running. She returned to where he stood admiring the paintings on the walls and the lovely English Victorian furniture tastefully arranged in the room. She arranged the bouquet in a lovely, white porcelain vase which she placed on an inlayed half table against the far wall. A large mirror was hanging in a baroque, gilt frame above the table and now reflected the flowers in the soft light of the room. The walls were covered with wallpaper with a white background and deep red, velvet-like images of roses up to a mahogany frame jutting out about six inches and running around the high-ceilinged room about eight inches from the top. Indirect lighting with a rheostat was installed out of sight above this wood frame and now glowed very softly, greatly adding to the intimacy and grace of the setting. Everything about the room was gentle and gracious, a reflection of its designer, Alenka. She looked back at Brane as she placed the vase on the table. God, he's gorgeous, she mused. He was appraising the room from top to bottom, openly admiring the scene. As his gaze came to her, he looked her up and down, smiled broadly and held his arms out wide to her. With no hesitation, she strode quickly to him and throwing her arms around his neck, offered up her open lips to him, murmuring softly, "Yes! Oh, yes! Brane, make love to me." He picked her up in his strong arms and with their lips mashed against each other, whispered, "Where is your bedroom?" "To your right," she murmured and nodded in the direction of the open bedroom doorway, "but please be gentle with me. I'm still a virgin." "Are you sure you really want to do this?" he queried. "I have never been more certain about anything in my life! I want you to be the first! and only man to ever touch me," she intoned tenderly. Carrying her through the open doorway into her bedroom, he was convinced his choice of flowers was perfect - everything here was soft, warm, pink - almost like in the womb, or so he thought. He set her on her feet, next to the bed, their lips still clinging to each other's, their arms still holding on to each other, almost desperately. At the same time, each stepped away from the other, but still holding hands, their arms extended. Alenka released Brane's hands and stood for a brief moment with her breasts thrust out proudly and her head held high. Staring deeply into his eyes, she slowly ran her hands up over her breasts and then down to the robe's belt. She slowly pulled the loose ends away from each other and the front of her robe came open, her fingers dropping the belt ends. The luscious swell of each breast rose to the inner edges of the robe on each side, still covering her areolae and nipples, but revealing the shape of each breast through the softly flowing fabric. Brane gasped at her beauty, his gaze traveling from her breasts down over the gentle depression of her navel to the glowing blond curls of her mons, glistening wet. His breath was becoming labored and his heart was pounding as Alenka slowly lifted the robe and shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, forgotten. Oh my God! I knew she was beautiful, he thought, but I had no idea she was really this gorgeous! Stunning is a gross understatement. Luscious is just one of the many appropriate words, like voluptuous, sensual, exquisite...he could have gone on and on, but he wasn't there to describe her, he was there to make love to her, to take her virginity! Alenka stepped to Brane and slowly unbuttoned his shirt starting at the top. When she got down to the belt line, she pulled the shirt up out of his trousers. Undoing the last two buttons, she opened it up revealing his well muscled torso, sprinkled with fine, dark curls between and over the well-defined muscles of his chest. She noted his abs were also firm and well-defined. He shrugged off his shirt, his muscles rippling, as she knelt in front of him and pulled his slip-on shoes off. He watched her, working with urgency, her lovely breasts heaving with her excitement. Cum, Cum, Cum... She reached up and unhooked the clasp at the top of his trousers and pulled down the zipper. She pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them back. She glanced at the swelling in his underpants - it seemed huge! She lifted each foot and pulled his socks off, one at a time. Then, she reached up and placing her fingers on either side of his hips, pulled his underpants down to his ankles without bending over but keeping her face directly in front of his manhood as it sprang out, standing stiff and pointing up at the top of her head. Now, he too, was totally naked! Alenka gasped at the size of Brane's penis. She had only seen her father's penis before and it was dwarfed by the member standing thick and tall before her eyes. Oh, she had seen photos of naked men, but this was the first she had seen directly. She looked more closely at it and noted the large purple head, the veins running up and down it. She noted that Brane was circumcised and that his testicles at the base of his shaft were large and covered with fine but sparse, curly dark hair. She was fascinated by what she saw and reached out to touch it with her fingertips. It was hard, but smooth and soft to the touch. It was hot! She lifted his balls with one hand while she stroked up from the base to the head with her other hand, then reversed her stroke, softly running her fingers wrapped around his shaft to the base again. He moaned with pleasure and his penis seemed to pulsate and grow even larger and harder. Wow! This is fun, she thought and he seems to like what I'm doing! OK, I'll do more. Brane, being a medical doctor, was clean and she could smell his soap, but there was something more, a musky smell, a softly pungent odor of sexual arousal. She leaned in closer to his penis and sniffed his balls, then moved up the shaft and smelled around the head - the musky odor seemed to be coming from his balls. Fascinating, she thought. Brane was in no hurry - let her explore all she wants, he mused. After all, they had a lifetime to get to know each other intimately. Alenka, having sniffed the head of his cock, decided now to taste it. She tentatively reached out with her tongue, her hands still holding his balls and shaft, and licked at the purple head. It was warm and soft to the touch, yet firm. Didn't taste unpleasant at all. In fact, she rather liked the taste. She took another lick, this time running the flat of her tongue underneath the head on that flat spot beneath the split and up through the valley to the top of his cock. He moaned loudly. She realized she had touched a very sensitive area. She bent over and again, using the flat of her extended tongue, ran over his balls and up the shaft. When she reached that sensitive area just below the head, Alenka wiggled her tongue back and forth, eliciting loud grunts from Brane, his hands reaching out and pressing her head against his shaft. Oh, yes! She was learning and loved the effect she was creating. She knew she was pleasing him and that was her objective. Alenka took the purple head of Brane's hard, swollen shaft slowly between her lips, swirling her tongue around the head as she drew it deeper into her soft, hot, wet mouth. With her beautiful eyes locked on his, they both could feel the fantastic connection between them. She was not just going through the mechanics of sucking his cock, she was making love to him, obviously desiring to please him all she could. "God, I love your cock!" she breathed. "I am going to suck every ounce of your cum right out of you. Would you like that, my love?" Alenka asked. Brane could not answer. He was lost in ecstacy! Her tongue and lips were soaking his shaft, from top to bottom. She was so hot and so wet! Her head bobbed up and down over the head of his cock, glistening with her hot saliva. She licked up and down the length of him and drew his balls in between her lips, sucking gently on them as her fingers stroked up and down his shaft. All the while, she continued to look intently into his eyes. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, paying particular attention to that really sensitive v-shaped area just below the head, the frenulum, sending shivers through him. When she did this, he could feel electricity spiking down through his balls and they tightened involuntarily. She circled the base of his shaft with her fingers and briefly jerked rapidly up and down, but only moving her fingers an inch or so, while she gripped the base of his cock firmly. "That feels sooooo gooood!!!" he moaned, softly holding her head with his fingertips. She continually moved her attention from spot to spot, never staying in any one area or doing the same thing for any length of time, licking, sucking, constantly changing her technique, but never taking her eyes off his. She was determining what seemed to please him most. Her tongue swept over the area between his balls and his anus. Lightening swept through him. He moaned loudly. Brane's body began to stiffen. His balls began to tighten and he could feel his orgasm building to an incredible crescendo. Alenka could sense this, too. While she had never seen a man orgasm before, she knew about it and realized she had pleasured Brane so much that he was about to explode. Alenka settled on sucking just the head of his cock, her tongue pressed against his frenulum, her head bobbing up and down while her lips sucked a little harder. Her fingers were playing gently with his balls, lifting them and squeezing them tenderly. She kept this up, looking at Brane as she continued this action without interruption until he erupted, gasping loudly for breath as she milked him dry. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and pumped gently up and down as he pumped hot cum into her mouth, spurt after spurt, until his balls were empty. But the contractions continued on for a bit, as if there were still something to expel. A little cum showed at the corners of Alenka's lips, but she had managed to swallow all the rest. She swept her tongue around and gathered all the cum up off her lips and swallowed it. That doesn't taste bad either, she thought. I wonder if all men taste the same? Well, no matter, I don't intend to find that out. Brane is all I want. Then Alenka sucked very gently up and down over the head of his cock, licking and sucking tenderly as it softened, still looking him full in the eyes. "Now that was fun," she sighed. "It's beautiful!" she said as she gave his cock a shake and got up off the floor, lifting her lips to his. He could taste his cum on her tongue as she inserted it between his parted lips. Brane was awestruck! Alenka was a virgin, totally inexperienced sexually, yet she had just given him the finest blowjob he had ever experienced! She just followed her instincts and did what clearly pleasured him Yes, she's awesome! His arms reached around her and his hands pressed into her back, bringing their naked bodies against each other full-length for the first time. Her gorgeous breasts pushed hard against his chest, her legs wrapped around one of his thighs. Simultaneously they moved together back onto the bed with Alenka on top, her legs still wrapped around one of Brane's, her pussy slowly humping his thigh. Brane realized she was sopping wet. He rolled over on top of her, inserting his body between her legs. "My darling, Alenka. It's your turn now." Brane kissed her again, their tongues entwining and swirling about each others. Using his tongue, he stroked around her open lips, then, descended to her chin and down her throat. He eased himself up onto his knees and continued licking down to the base of her right breast. His hands were holding her back, under her arms, pulling her to him. Pointing his tongue, he began a journey, which took his tongue and gently kissing lips, slowly around the entire breast and gradually up, in ever narrowing circles, until his mouth was poised over her now stiff nipple. He slowly settled his lips down over the hard nipple and spread his mouth out as wide as he could. Then, sucking gently, he drew his mouth upward, drawing her breast into his mouth as he tenderly sucked on it, his tongue swirling around her nipple and lashing back and forth over it. She screamed out! Her hands grasped the back of his head and pressed his face hard against her breast. Her body bucked up and down stiffly. With his lips still clinging to her nipple, he looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, her tongue sliding from side to side. Her breathing was ragged. Brane realized she was in the throws of an intense orgasm! Was it her first! He didn't know, but then, it really didn't matter whether it was or not - there would be many more! Slowly he sensed she was coming down off her high. Her fingertips combed through his hair. "Oh, Brane, my love, that was fantastic! Is it always like that?" "If I have anything to say about it, it will be," he said softly. They held each other for a few minutes, her breathing becoming normal again. Then, he lifted his lips to hers and started the cycle over again, but this time he made love to her left breast, evoking an even more intense orgasm on her part. "Brane, I don't know if I can take any more," she said, breathlessly, as she gradually relaxed again. "Have no fear, my love, your capacity in such things is unlimited. Here, I will prove it," he said as he brought his lips down off her left nipple, starting his tongue on a wholly new journey, pausing briefly to rim her navel depression, before descending to the edge of her pubic hair. "Uuhhhh, Oh! Oh! Oh! Brane! Oh, Brane. Yes, Oh God, Yes!" she screamed in anticipation. She spread her legs as wide as possible and thrust her pussy up toward his exploring tongue and lips.