Day One
Note: This report of my first visit with Zoya will prove to be a large hunk to
be swallowed by many of the readers, and I fully realize it will strain my
credibility with some. I gave serious consideration to moving her story to
fall at some later date, but that would mess up the flow of my reports and
cause me too much extra work. I know that to report that sex occurred on
the first day I spent with the first woman I met will cause you to question
my veracity, but so be it. Even more incredible will be the number of Os
she achieved. Zoya was simply one of the one in a million women (I
suppose) who have a sex drive equivalent to that of we men (and probably
exceeds many.) But to help my credibility somewhat, I will state here that I
am not going to report that any such thing happened with the other ladies
(on first dates.)
ZOYA
I am up around 8:30 AM. I have some orange juice, Muesli, yogurt, bread
with butter and jam. I am not really tired from the ‘jet lag’ but I seem to be
moving pretty slowly and I realize it will be difficult to be ready to meet
Zoya at 11 AM. So at 10 AM I give her a call and move our meeting time
back to 1 PM. She was still in bed and thus very happy to move the
meeting time back to 1 PM. She says she will be there at 1 PM or perhaps
within a half hour of that time. I tell her I will only wait one minute past 1
PM for her. We are joking around and laughing in general, but I tell her I
am serious about not waiting very long.
Zoya and I had exchanged many interesting messages (she had her own
computer.) She had a doctoral degree in XXX and was a very sharp lady.
She had moved away from her academic field of training and was now in
business with a woman in the USA. Items were sourced in Russia and
sold in USA. She had an income higher than about all of the other women
combined. Her messages had indicated early on that she was well aware
there would be other women and she had said, “Please don’t put me last
on your list (regarding scheduling of dates for visit), as I will die of
curiosity.” Because of that statement, her very good English skills, the fact
that she had made several business trips to the US (lessened any chance
of ‘cultural shocks’ between us and would be a good transition for me,) and
some hints about sex, I had decided that she would be the very first lady
that I would meet with.
I was at our meeting place at the east entrance to Circus about 5 or more
minutes early. I paced around awhile and then walked south and across
one street to the pedestrian medium. I knew Zoya lived on the east side of
town, and I thought she would be walking toward me from the east across
the Simeonievskaya most (bridge). I could see quite a distance and by
about 1:03 PM, I was starting to get agitated because she was nowhere to
be seen.
Then, I turned around and looked back at our agreed upon meeting place
and I see Zoya there. We waved at each other and walked toward each
other. She had actually came from the west after getting off the metro at
the Nevsky entrance. We give each other some sort of a hug and I kiss
her on the cheek. She was relieved to see me, saying she thought I had
perhaps kept to my threat and had already left. She said it was the first
time in her life that she had actually ran when she thought she would be
late. She was blabbering on about not knowing if I was really serious
about waiting only one minute, about how men usually ran to meet her,
waited for her, etc., but that she was so curious about meeting me that she
had gone to these unusual (for her) lengths, etc.
I was pretty taken aback when I first viewed Zoya in person. I could see
that she was very tall and very slim with B cup (she had told me this in e-
mail,) but her teeth were long and even more unattractive than I had
envisioned from her pictures. But, because we very quickly seemed like
old friends and had such interesting conversation, fairly shortly her facial
looks did not bother me at all. She had fairly long sandy blond hair and
hazel eyes. She was wearing form fitting black slacks and sweater, with a
light colored, light weight fashionable jacket. Black purse and matching
black, low-heeled shoes. I, on the other hand, had on my blue blazer plus
an outer coat which proved to be much to warm very shortly.
OK, so here was the much vaunted Russian Woman’s body. And actually
it was one that any average 18 year old would die to have. On an absolute
basis, Zoya’s body would rate around a 9. But comparing only with women
over 40, it would be a 10 for sure. But, unfortunately, the face did not
match. Not ugly, just not good looking. Ignoring the teeth, the face would
be around a 6; with the teeth considered, probably only a 4. Well, yes of
course it is hard to find the complete package.
We immediately began walking without much of an idea where we were
going. But, since this was my first day here, I didn’t much care where we
went and thought that a general walk around was probably not a bad idea.
I am not totally sure, but I think we walked past the Russian museum on
Inzhenernaya ulista, past the Church on Spilled Blood on Griboedova
Kanala and north toward the Field of Mars. Then east toward the Summer
Garden. We did not enter the Summer Garden and were going to walk just
outside on the east side, but then I started feeling hungry so we focused on
finding a place to eat. We were talking about a thousand things, and I had
not yet gotten my bearings at all, so I really had very little idea of where we
were at most of this first day with Zoya. Later, I was able to reconstruct our
journey by looking at maps.
We walked south toward the main business street which was Nevsky
prospekt. Zoya suggested we eat at the CAT restaurant on the east side
of Karavannaya ulista (number 24; this restaurant is spelled KET [with a
backwards E] in Russian) just north of Nevsky. To enter this restaurant,
we walked down a flight of steps from the sidewalk to an underground
location. I ordered an omelette, blini (type of rolled pancakes) with black
caviar, an avocado salad, and bottled water with no gas. The waiter and
Zoya discussed the sequence that I should be brought the food as it was
customary to have this type of blini as a dessert, but I got the idea across
that I wanted the omelette and blini at the same time. I cannot remember
what Zoya ordered except for some french onion soup.
The omelette and blini were both very large portions (the omelette
appeared to be at least three eggs) and very good tasting, however, I didn’t
really care for the caviar because of its very salty taste. I asked Zoya if
she thought I could cancel the avocado salad. She said she thought it was
probably too late, but that she would ask. Luckily it was not too late which
relieved me because I was plenty full, also having eaten several slices of
the various types of breads that had been served. Zoya had remarked how
we Americans always ordered bottled water, and some even asked that the
bottle not be opened until delivered at the table etc. She admitted it was all
a good idea, but humorous nevertheless.
The food here was excellent and these particular items were relatively
inexpensive, so I give high marks to the CAT restaurant. We used the
single toilet (separately) on the way out. While I was waiting for Zoya, I
noted several photographs on the walls of persons who had previously
dined there. I asked the young man (coat room attendant) about them.
Most were people I didn’t know, but I did recognize the picture of
Gorbachev and his wife when it was pointed out to me.
We leave the CAT restaurant and walk south on Karavannaya ulista to
Nevsky prospekt. We then walk west on the north side of Nevsky almost
to the Neva river with several short detours on other streets. There is
much construction and renovation going on in SPb in preparation for the
300 year anniversary of the city’s founding in 1703. The sidewalks on
Nevsky are all torn up forcing pedestrians to walk along the edge of the
street along with automobiles.
We take short walks up several side streets that are totally or partially
closed to vehicular traffic. These streets include Sadova Malaya (malaya
means ‘small’ in Russian), Sadova ulista, Mikhailovskaya, Griboedova
Kanala, Konyushennaya Malaya, and Konyushennaya Bolshaya (bolshaya
means ‘large’ in Russian.) There is an interesting water fountain and
associated water fall on Sadova Malaya that appears to be of fairly recent
construction. We take pictures of each other on this plaza type street.
Near the western end of Nevsky, we turn southwest on Bolshaya Morskaya
ulitsa and walk to the statue of Czar Nicholas 1st at the Isaakiyevskaya
ploshchad (ploshchad means ‘square’ in Russian) which is near the
intersecion of Morskaya and Voznesensky prospekt. I take a picture of the
statue and we continue on in a northwest direction to St. Isaac Cathedral.
We walk around this building, but do not enter it. Then we walk back to the
Astoria hotel which is somewhat between and adjacent to St. Isaac’s and
the Nicholas statue. This is one of the top hotels in St. Petersburg. Zoya
tells me they have gambling in a part of this hotel. I do not wish to gamble,
but was curious to look inside to compare to Las Vegas. We go in the
north entrance of the Astoria on Malaya Morskaya ulista and the gambling
area entrance is just to the left. We go through a security scanner and
coins etc., set off the buzzers. They want us to leave our bags, etc., at this
point, but I decide I do not want to go inside that badly, so we exit onto the
street and walk back northeast to Nevsky.
Now I decide that I would like to sit down and have something to drink and
perhaps eat something light. I suggest that we might go back to the café
inside the Astoria that we could see from the outside as we walked past
the southwest corner of the hotel. But Zoya tells me we should walk east
on Nevsky and find somewhere else. We go down into the Literary Café
on the north side of Nevsky which is somewhere near the Moika river
channel. However, immediately upon entering I get the strong smell of
cigarette smoke and can even see it in the air, so we exit quickly. I tell her
that it is the law that writers must smoke and that they must hang out in
cafes, so that particular place will probably be smoky all the time. She
laughs and agrees with me.
We continue east on Nevsky until Zoya spots the Camelot Restaurant
(www.camelot.spb.ru). The card for this restaurant shows the address as
22 Nevsky, but the entrance is actually several doors north of Nevsky on
the east side of Bolshaya Konyushennaya. I immediately know this is the
place for us to be as there are no other customers here at this hour which
is probably around 4:30 PM or so. It is a classy looking place and is
supposed to be like the interior of an English castle or some such. There
is a life size figure of King Arthur at the far north end of the room where we
were seated. I complained to the waiter that it was supposed to be a
‘round table’ and he just said, “No round tables” with a smile. He had
probably heard similar complaints before. I ordered cheese cake and
bottled water. Zoya had bottled water and chocolate cake.
We are having very nice conversation about many topics. We are very
comfortable with each other and a pretty good intellectual match. After
eating, I go to the toilet at the far south end of the restaurant. This was my
first day in SPb and my first date, but as I walk back to our table I think,
‘Oh what the hell,’ and walk around to Zoya’s side of the table and give her
three kisses on the mouth. They are sort of quick kisses, but not real
quick. On the last kiss, I felt her mouth respond and perhaps even give a
hint of tongue.
Now, we are past that hurdle and we leave the restaurant hand in hand.
Zoya asks if I would be interested in a boat ride on the canals and I think
that is a good idea. We continue east on Nevsky to the Griboedova
Kanala. Zoya talks to the ladies at the bridge who are selling tickets to the
boat rides. It appears that there will be no covered boats available at this
time of day. I am reluctant to go on an open boat because I know that
wind, water and a slight chill often lead to head colds for me. Yes, I am a
pansy when it comes to this.
Zoya says she is pretty sure there are enclosed boats available on the
Fontanka river, so we continue east on Nevsky to that river. We entered
such a boat and began the trip. The boat first went south on the Fontanka
river for a very short distance (perhaps to Lomonosova ulista) and then
headed back north toward the Neva river. There was a lady on board who
was describing what we were seeing, but she was speaking in Russian.
Zoya told me some of what the lady was saying. We reached the Neva
river and headed down it in a southwesterly direction.
At some point about this time, I gave a squeeze to Zoya’s leg not too far
above her knee. She surprised me by saying, “You shouldn’t do that.” She
didn’t look upset and we continued to banter about many things, but still
her statement really confused me. The boat continued on down the Neva
into the Bolshaya Neva, past the Admiralty, turned around (probably near
the Lieutenant Shmidt bridge), and headed back northeast. It stopped at
one point near the Hermitage and some people disembarked.
We are now snuggling pretty close on the seats and I squeeze her leg
again (I do this a lot, so it is a habit that I cannot easily quit) and then I
quickly say that I am sorry. I ask her why she doesn’t want me to squeeze
her leg and she says that she doesn’t want to tell me. I push the issue and
remind her that we had agreed to be fairly open about everything, so finally
she says, “I am easily excited and I don’t want to get excited if nothing is
going to happen.” (Later she tells me that because I am probably tired
from ‘jet lag’ etc., that she didn’t want to push me into something that I
might not be ‘up to.’) Her statement really woke me up and left me with
many emotions and some questions.
First, I am thinking, ‘holy cow, can a simple squeeze on the leg actually get
her excited in a sexual way?’ But second, I am wondering what she meant
by, ‘if nothing is going to happen.’ Excuse me for being dense here, but
that could be interpreted two ways. One could be the good way meaning,
‘if I (the man) wasn’t going to do anything further.’ But there could also be
the bad meaning, ‘nothing is going to happen because she wasn’t going to
allow it.’
Well now it is getting close to the end of the boat ride, our first date may be
ending, and I (as well as she) will be having to decide if we want to spend
any more time together. With that in mind, I feel I might as well go for
broke here. So I say, “You don’t have to worry about nothing happening.
We could even try something new like having sex here on the seat
cushions.” Zoya replies, “That wouldn’t be anything new.” Now even
dummies like me can understand, so I ask her if she wants to spend the
night with me in my apartment. She just says one word, “Yes.”
We get off the boat about midway between Anichkov most and
Simeonievskaya most, so we are very close to our original meeting place
and my apartment. We walk north on west Fontanki and Zoya says she
wants to buy some items at the Haxodka grocery store across from the
Circus building. As we enter, I note it is very crowded and I am carrying a
shopping bag already. I don’t know it is possible (I find this out in a later
visit) to check my bag around to the right, so I tell her I will wait at front
while she does her shopping. The lines are moving very slowly and after
about 15 minutes I realize that I have to pee in a very big way. I don’t
know how I am going to pull this off because it looks like it might be ten
minutes or more before she gets through, that won’t be time enough for me
to get to apartment and back, and I don’t know anything about the
surrounding area, availability of toilets, etc. I walk outside and note that it
seems pretty deserted across the street at the Circus building (no circus
tonight) and there are even some construction areas off to the left. So I
walk over there and start to pee between two parked cars. Then some
people approach from the left and I zip it up. But they cross the street
before they get to me, so I unzip and finish the job. I keep telling myself
how crazy this is. Here I am my first full day in a strange city 5,000 miles
from home and I am whizzing in the street which I have never done before
(that I can remember.) I keep envision being thrown in jail, appearing on
the nightly news as ‘ugly American’ etc., but there are some things a guy
has just ‘gotta do.’
I re-enter the store and Zoya is now just about 2 persons from the check
out stand. We walk across the Simeonievskaya most and north on
Fontanki to my apartment. I know I have a million things to do very quickly.
I have to scurry around and find all the things that have other ladies’
names on them and get them securely out of sight. I need to take a viagra.
And I need to contact the lady (Irina) who is scheduled to meet me
tomorrow at 11 AM (I know that with one lady in the apartment in the
morning, it will be really difficult to get to an 11 AM meeting with a second
lady.)
Luckily, Zoya cooperates by immediately saying that she is going to take a
shower. Luckily, I was able to reach Irina on the phone and quickly tell her
about the need to move the meeting time from 11 AM to 2 PM. She seems
to understand, but then it gets confusing in repeating the time (I try saying
14:00 but that seems to go over even worse), meeting place, etc., and I am
not really sure if we have it correct. I tell her I will call her again in the
morning between 11 AM and noon. I got the viagra down and locked
papers with other ladies’ names, etc., away in a cabinet. This all frazzled
me quite a bit and I was wondering if I would really be able to pull off a
sexual encounter given my general state of ‘jet lag’ and associated
tiredness. It was probably around 9 PM by now.
Zoya comes out wrapped in a towel and lies on bed looking at me as I get
undressed to underclothes and start sorting things around in the bedroom.
I am sort of stalling for time (for the viagra) but also am still trying to get
somewhat organized in the apartment, where I am going to put glasses,
watch, etc. At one point, I can’t determine where a pair of jeans are. I
don’t need them, but it bugs me that they have seemed to disappear into
thin air. Zoya is now starting to laugh some and asks me if this is part of
my foreplay routine, i.e. making the lady wait for me. I tell her I want to
leave the light on in the bedroom. She says that is OK, but that the light is
pretty bright. The overhead light (a chandelier type) has three bulbs, so I
go to the kitchen to get a stool to stand on and use a wet washcloth to
unscrew two of the bulbs. (Later, I note there is a small light on a night
stand on the far side of the bed, but I didn’t notice it in time for this event).
(The next morning, Zoya tells me that when she saw me come in with the
stool and climb up on it, that she thought maybe we were going to try some
sexual tricks like they would at the Circus across the street.)
Finally, I get into the bed and unwrap the towel Zoya has on and look at
her naked body and . . . . Ohhh myy Godddd!!!!
How can this be; it was truly the body of an 18 year old. B cup, slender
waist, hips and thighs, not an ounce of fat, not a wrinkle to be seen, skin as
smooth as a baby’s and nicely tanned to boot. She told me that twice a
week she got some sort of a special massage and soaked in some kind of
oil bath or some such. But later, she also admitted to me that she was
simply blessed with the genes. Her mother still had this same body, and
her grandmother had also until the day she died. None of them did
anything special as far as exercise or very much in the way of diet.
Zoya was well aware that she had a gift; she was not arrogant about it but
she did make some ‘matter of fact’ statements. When I looked at her legs
and caressed them, she said: “They are long.” At another point she said:
“You can look (and she knew I was going to look) all over St. Petersburg
and you will not find a better body.”
