Ana Ivanovic And Milos Raonic

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got the idea for this story while watching the US Open in tennis and reading about a Milos Raonic interview (you can Google it or find it on Youtube, it really did happen as described in the story). I wanted this just to be a fun romp of a story, I hope you agree with that assessment. Please enjoy.

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Ana Ivanovic strode through the players' lounge with a purpose. Her long brown hair flowed through the air as her eyes darted back and forth in search of her target. She looked around the warm-up area, the exercise room with all the weight machines and treadmills, the juice and protein shake "bar" and the massage room, without any success. She backed off once she reached the men's showers and change rooms; she was feeling bold, but not that bold.

Since winning the French Open title and reaching the number 1 ranking in women's tennis in 2008, things had been difficult for Ana in her tennis career. But she was currently enjoying a good run in this year's US Open. She had just defeated a young, rising star in Sloane Stephens in a difficult three-set match to reach the fourth round. She had charmed the crowd in the on-court interview after the match, which felt good to her since she had just disappointed them by winning over the young American. She was set to face a relatively unknown Bulgarian in the round of 16 and was cautiously optimistic in her chances of progressing to the quarter finals, and maybe even a little further than that.

But that's not what she was thinking about right now.

Ana found a chair in the lounge and sat down, hoping that the man she was looking for would soon make an appearance. A few minutes passed by with no sight of him. She grew anxious and impatient, her right leg bouncing up and down with nervous energy.

Finally she could take no more. Once she spotted a tournament volunteer Ana bolted out of her seat and practically cornered the poor guy. She barely paid attention to the changing looks on the young man's face, from surprise to a brief flash of lust to a practiced professionalism.

"Hello, Ms. Ivanovic, can I help you?" he asked.

Ana took a deep breath and tried not to appear too eager. "Yes," she replied, speaking English in her strong Serbian accent. "I was hoping to speak to Milos Raonic. Have you seen him?"

The young man appeared to think for a moment before giving his answer. "I believe I saw him practicing just a short while ago. He might be in the shower right now. Shall I find him and tell him you're looking for him?"

"No! I mean... no, that's quite all right. I will just wait for a while here to see if he passes by." Ana cringed inside as she sat down again and watched the young volunteer stroll away. She was sounding like a giddy school girl in front of a complete stranger, and she hated how embarrassed it made her.

Yet lately, when it came to thinking about Milos, it was a reaction she had difficulty controlling.

When she got to New York to prepare for the US Open, she was asked by some of her friends and fellow competitors on the WTA tour if she heard what Milos had said about her recently. She had not played on tour in a couple of weeks, choosing to briefly rest some aches and pains before practicing and gearing up for the last major of the year. She also wasn't in the habit of surfing through the tennis news, interviews and blogs to read what was said about her, much less anyone else. As a result she didn't know what they were talking about.

But she had noticed Milos more and more the last couple years as he joined the men's tour more regularly and had more success at the Grand Slam and other joint men's and women's events. She liked his casual, easygoing demeanour, and despite, or perhaps because of, his boyish appearance, she found him to be very handsome.

Intrigued, she finally decided to conduct a little research. Before going to bed one night she found footage of a post-match interview of Milos at a tournament he competed in at Cincinnati. It was a rather innocuous question, as it turned out, one submitted by a fan as part of a contest held through social media. Milos was asked which female player he'd most like to play mixed doubles with. Ana smiled when Milos answered with her name after only a brief hesitation. She then giggled at how he responded when the interviewer foolishly asked him why; he smiled, rolled his eyes and said coyly "You can come up with the answer."

Ana also realized something else after watching this. She had wanted to get together with Milos for a while but only now realized just how strong that desire was. It thrilled her to know that, at least to some degree, he was also interested in her. That thought made her tingle all over, and soon enough, before fully realizing it, she found her hand inside her shorts and rubbing her overheated slit. She smiled and decided to ride the wave. She stripped down naked and lay down on her bed, imagining Milos naked and standing over her, ready and willing to take her. With this picture in her mind she masturbated herself to a very satisfying orgasm.

Twice.

Before drifting to sleep, Ana resolved to herself that, at some point during these two weeks, she'd find Milos and use her feminine wiles on her to make her dream into reality.

*******

Milos Raonic stood alone in the men's shower. He closed his eyes and let the jets of warm water cascade all around his six-foot-five tall body. He had just finished a spirited practice session on one of the outer courts at the site of the US Open, the last Grand Slam event of the tennis season.

The day before, he had defeated local crowd favourite in James Blake in straight sets. He was a little disappointed in himself for allowing the third set to go to a tiebreaker after winning the first two so easily, but overall he was pleased with his progress in the tournament and the state of his overall game. The win meant he once again reached the fourth round of a Grand Slam event, matching the best achievement in his young career with the breakthrough he made "down under" at the 2011 Australian Open. His next opponent would be a difficult one; the third seed and Olympic gold medallist Andy Murray. Milos could take confidence in the fact he had defeated Murray twice already this year. Granted, once was on clay and the other was a technicality, a walkover after Murray pulled out with a minor injury, but still, Milos was determined to take whatever positives he could from that fact.

As he shut the water off, his mind soon wandered to other matters. And lately, those "other matters" focused around one topic; the lovely Ana Ivanovic.

Milos had a crush on Ana for quite some time. He never mustered up enough courage to talk to her and let her know he liked her. He was so nervous in the few times he was around her that he couldn't speak, he was too worried that he'd just babble incoherently and totally embarrass himself.

Ana had been competing for quite some time, so it came as a shock to Milos when he learned that, at 24, she was only three years older than he was. To him she looked mature and worldly beyond her relatively young age. And sexy. Oh, so sexy.

He thought about her even more lately, ever since that post-match interview in Cincinnati when he fielded the fan-submitted question about who he'd like to play mixed doubles with if given the chance. Of course the answer was Ana. He only delayed as long as he did in answering because of the endearing silliness of the question, and because he didn't want to appear obsessed with her. And then the interviewer actually asked him why. He laughed and shook his head, still unable to get over just how ridiculous a follow-up question that was.

Milos felt his erection rising with all these thoughts of Ana, so he shook his head again to clear his mind. Better to wait until he was alone in private to fantasize than to think too much about her now and risk public embarrassment.

He quickly dried off, got dressed in his tracksuit and put the headphones of his iPhone over his ears, wanting to lose himself in some music. His stomach rumbled, and thoughts of anything else other than food exited his mind.

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Ana had not been waiting for all that long, really, maybe 15 or 20 minutes. But it felt like hours. She was so impatient, and even though she mentally chastised herself for reacting this way, she couldn't help it.

Finally, the door opened, and out walked Milos. Ana saw the headphones he was wearing and knew he was probably in his own little world, otherwise she was sure he would have looked around and saw her sitting there. This was her chance, though, and she would make sure he noticed her, one way or another.

She got up and skipped over to him, tapping him on the shoulder.

Puzzled, Milos stopped walking. 'Who on earth could that be?' he asked himself. He shut off the music blaring from his iPhone and removed his headphones. He turned around and looked right into Ana's eyes. His own eyes grew wider, and an awe-struck smile slowly crept across his face. Suddenly he didn't feel his stomach growling anymore.

Instead, he was now feeling hunger of a different kind.

Ana couldn't help but giggle at his look of surprise; it was so damn cute and made him look even younger than he was. But something stirred within her loins as he looked down into her eyes; even with her being just about six feet high, very tall for a woman, Milos towered over her. It was a sensation and vantage point she had always loved. Clearly he had just as much of an effect on her as she on him.

"Hi Milos," she said, playfully tugging on a lock of her long hair.

"H-hello A-Ana," he replied nervously. "H-how are you t-today?"

She giggled again. "You're cute when you're nervous, do you know that?"

Milos's cheeks turned a bright shade of red. He bowed his head in embarrassment. She touched his forearm ever so softly. It caused him to gasp and look into her eyes again. The sensation was electric.

Ana noticed a couple other tournament volunteers walk by and decided to put her plan into action. "Milos, I wanted to speak with you. Perhaps we can go someplace more private?"

Milos was shocked again. This beautiful woman he had fantasized about many times in the past, and who looked stunning even dressed in her own plain sponsor-donated track suit, wanted to talk to him in private? He could not believe this was really happening. Just as he was about to answer, his stomach rumbled anew, this time loud enough for Ana to hear.

"Ana, of course I'd love to," he replied. "Just, uh, one thing though, I need to have dinner first. As I'm sure you can hear, I'm really hungry right now."

"Oh, of course, Milos, this is no problem. I think you will need to eat and be at full energy when we talk later!" she said suggestively. Milos raised an eyebrow at the tone of her response. His day was already going really well, and apparently it had a great chance of being even better.

Ana borrowed Milos's iPhone and tapped in some directions to show where she was staying. When she handed it back he took a look and nodded; it was only a short walk from his location.

"So, I'll see you later this evening?" she asked.

He nodded. "I wouldn't miss it."

Milos watched Ana slowly walk away. The sight of her womanly hips and ass swaying back and forth enticed him. He adjusted his position to ease the pressure of his cock straining against his pants. He released a breath he almost was unaware he was holding in. He thought about all the pleasurable ways the night could end for him, and he wondered if his fantasies would be turned into reality.

'Only one way to find out,' he told himself.

*******

He had competed in several high-pressure tennis matches in packed stadiums and with the knowledge he was the great hope to be the first truly great Canadian tennis athlete, his every move scrutinized by his fans, the Canadian media and seemingly everyone across the country.

Yet Milos was never as nervous in his life as he was now. He was dressed in a crisp, cream-coloured dress shirt and tailored black pants, and was armed with a modest bouquet of flowers. He found himself standing in front of the door to the suite where Ana was staying and was trying his damnedest to control his breathing.

Finally, he gave a couple of solid raps on the door.

It opened, revealing a beaming Ana. She was wearing a shimmery white silk blouse that reached down to her upper thighs, just below her secret treasures. To Milos's delight, it appeared that other than that blouse she was quite possibly wearing nothing else. The sight of her long, smooth, bare legs did little to calm his nerves, but it did leave him feeling extremely aroused.

"Milos!" Ana said excitedly, running a finger over his shirt collar. "You look so handsome, but you did not have to dress so fancy for me! And the flowers!" She paused to take them from his hand and inhaled their scent deeply. "You really should not have!"

Milos smiled at her words of praise; they did a lot to calm him down. He shrugged and said with earnest sincerity, "I wanted to make a good impression."

"Such a gentleman," she purred. "Please, come inside."

He did so, looking around at the opulent yet tastefully furnished surroundings. Ana retrieved a glass half-filled with water and gently placed the flowers inside. Milos watched her performing these simple actions, and couldn't help but marvel at how devastatingly beautiful she was.

Ana sauntered over to Milos, closing the distance between them, until they were as close as could be without touching each other. She softly brushed her hand up and down his chest, smiling as she heard his breath catch in his throat.

"Milos, I heard your interview where you said that maybe you would like to play mixed doubles with me?" Ana spoke at last. Her lilting Serbian accent sounded like music to Milos's ears.

"Ah, so you did hear about that?" he asked.

"Oh yes, it was very nice of you to say. But tell me this, why should I want you as my... doubles partner?"

Milos easily picked up on the suggestive double entendre in Ana's question, and tried his best to respond in kind.

"Well, Ana, I have youthful energy and lots of stamina on my side. I've also been told that I have very impressive... equipment, and that I know how to properly use it to help both myself and, more importantly, my partner!"

"Mmmm, sounds very promising!" As Ana said this, she started to slowly unbutton Milos's shirt. He got the hint and helped her remove it completely. Her eyes sparkled with life as she admired his sculpted chest and abs. She massaged them with her hands and hummed in approval, feeling for herself just how strong he was. Her touches sent shivers up and down Milos's spine.

"I think you will be very happy to have me as your partner," Ana continued to seduce Milos with her words. "I am still young and very fresh but I have experience I can use to teach you also. And I really... love... to play... and make... my partner... feel... very good!" She punctuated her last sentence with soft kisses all across his chest.

She then stepped back and swayed slightly back and forth, unbuttoning her own blouse as she went. She slid the blouse off her arms and let it pool around her feet.

"Wow," Milos said in wonder. His earlier supposition proved to be correct; Ana hadn't been wearing anything under her blouse! Her perky breasts sat proudly on her chest, topped by reddish, firm nipples. Her pussy was puffy and shiny with wetness, evidence of her arousal there for him to see.

Ana looked at the prominent bulge in Milos's pants and smiled wide. "I think you like what you see!" she exclaimed, her one hand now softly rubbing her pussy. "I know I do!"

She moved in to him and tilted her head upwards, seeking their first proper kiss. He bent slightly to meet her lips. Their kiss was soft and tentative at first but it did not take long before the passion and desire ignited. Their tongues lapped at each other and their hands travelled all over to explore each other's bodies. The kiss lasted for several minutes, and only broke when both were panting for breath.

"Wow," was all Milos could say for the second time in the last few minutes.

Ana grabbed Milos by the belt of his pants. "Come with me, you sexy man!" she said, and guided him towards the bed. She undid his belt and swiftly removed his pants and boxers to free his erect cock. She gasped at the sight of it and gently wrapped her hand around it, and he groaned in pleasure at her touch.

"So many things I would like to do," Ana cooed, "but I cannot wait any longer. I am ready to have you inside me!"

Milos reached into the pocket of his pants that were left on the floor and pulled out one of the condoms he brought with him, just in case. He put it on while Ana crooked a finger at him in a "come here" motion. He climbed on to the bed and loomed over her as she lay on her back. He guided his rock hard cock to her wet entrance and asked, "Are you ready, baby?"

"Yes, Milos! Please fuck me!"

He slowly propelled himself inside her until he was all the way in, and they emitted satisfied groans. He eased in and out of her slowly until he felt she was ready, and then he vigorously pounded her juicy pussy.

"God yes Milos, so good!" she yelled.

"Oh Ana... fuck! You're so tight and wet!"

"Mmmm, tight and wet for you, baby! Keep fucking me hard!"

He did exactly that, and his body made hot smacking sounds as it connected against hers. Ana felt completely full and sexually stimulated like never before. Milos was proving to be a very capable lover, the best she could ever remember. She wanted these feelings to last forever, but the inevitable soon happened.

"YESSSSS!" she yelled when her orgasm exploded from deep inside her. Her juices bathed Milos and her inner walls firmly gripped his condom-covered cock. That was enough for Milos. He let out a joyously loud grunt and explosively came.

He gently laid Ana down and went to the washroom to dispose his condom before returning to her side. They kissed softly and whispered sweet nothings to each other for a while.

Soon, Ana's eyes grew heavy with sleep. Milos knew her next match was early the next day, having checked the schedule beforehand, so he let her fall peacefully asleep. He watched her for a few minutes before he decided to leave, get a good night's sleep and prepare for his own match later that next night. He kissed her gently on the forehead and quietly got dressed. He wrote a note for her to find before letting himself out.

The alarm went off very early the next morning. It blared until Ana reached over to shut it off. She rubbed her eyes and tried to shake off the morning fog. She remembered setting her alarm early in the evening because of her match, well before Milos came to visit.

She shuddered and touched herself at the thought of Milos. He really had given her a night to remember, and she fervently hoped there was more to come.

As she made her way to the bathroom she saw a folded piece of paper on the counter next to the sink. It simply read "Ana". She opened it up and saw it was a note written on a page from the hotel stationery, and took a moment to read it.

Ana,

Last night was amazing for me, truly a dream come true. I hope you enjoyed it as well. I also hope we can see each other again, I don't want this to be a one-time only thing.

Good luck with your match today. I'll be rooting for you!

With love, Milos

She had a big smile on her face and held the note to her heart. Now she knew for sure she'd see him again, it was only a question of when. She put the note with her luggage and then, with some difficulty, she prepared for her day and her important match to come.

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Two days later, Milos sat in his hotel room, still stunned over the results of his last match. He was replaying the events of last night in his mind. He actually felt he didn't play that poorly, but Andy Murray was an unstoppable buzzsaw, easily defeating Milos in straight sets. Milos knew he ran up against a motivated top contender who just made every shot possible in that match; in fact, if he kept playing that way then there was no doubt in Milos's mind that Murray would be crowned the champion at the end of the tournament. Even so, Milos couldn't help thinking that there was something he could have done differently or better that would have given him a better chance of winning.