Easy connection
Zlata came to Moscow from Novosibirsk, where her parents live. A year ago, she went home on vacation with good intentions, for once dedicating her holiday to "spending time with her ancestors."
Zlata was not particularly liberal-minded internally, though she was temperamental, beautiful, and had recently finally and irrevocably broken up with her husband. So, upon arriving in Novosibirsk, after quickly fulfilling her filial duty, she didn't refuse the desire to meet someone new, at least for the duration of her vacation.
Her school friends in Novosibirsk, like all decent girls, were married and claimed to be happy. So, she had to go to an internet cafe alone and visit
a Novosibirsk dating site. Well, it's not like you meet people on the street in this age of technological progress and nanotechnologies!.She quickly edited her Moscow profile with seductive photos where she was on the beach in a mini-bikini, showing "the goods" and more. That profile stated she was looking for a serious relationship with a steady partner to build a strong family in the future.
It must be said that while men did respond to such an appeal (or rather, to the photos), they evaporated faster than they appeared. Essentially, she never seriously got involved with anyone, not even a casual, no-strings-attached romance.
Instead of the old information, the "about partner" line now read: "looking to meet a pleasant young man for casual interaction." And she moved the ad to the "casual encounters" section.
She didn't have to wait long; within an hour, she was flooded with messages. From simple "Hi, gorgeous" and "What a girl! Let's get to know each other" to more substantial offers to spend an unforgettable evening on a yacht docked in the Novosibirsk port, in a private sauna, on her turf, on his turf (while his wife and child were on vacation).
The girl (young woman) didn't agonize for long and agreed to the sauna with a short but athletic blond man of 30.
They met the pleasant-looking young man the day before in a cafe, chatted over a cup of coffee, and liked each other—at least his eyes greedily roamed over her exposed areas, and there was plenty exposed: her high bust under a sheer blouse almost spilled out of her "Angelica" bra. He gently stroked her hand while she held an aromatic cigarette with the other.
In Moscow, she had already become that semi-socialite, perhaps thought too highly of herself, but presenting herself to men was not difficult for her.
A year ago, she vacationed in Italy, already without her other half, and realized you should never bring coals to Newcastle. So many new impressions, and what hot embraces from those southern handsome men. It's just that no one proposed marriage. She received gifts, even a pendant with a small diamond from a local rich man. "And what does 'married' even mean for me? Nothing but problems," Zlata justified or consoled herself.
This time, the young man was taciturn, didn't tell anything about himself, and she didn't ask or want to know anything.
Why would she need his past life? She needed this present moment! Romantically silent, he listened more, looking into her eyes and occasionally running his hand through the curls on the back of her head. She chatted about trifles, for example, how back in school she participated in bicycle races and scraped her knees (she lifted her leg and showed a white scar). She enjoyed amusing and surprising him so much that even in the cafe, she felt he would give her a pleasure she might not have experienced before.
This was very important for her—that from the first moment of meeting a new acquaintance, such an unspoken connection was established, enveloping Zlata like a gentle blanket.
On such a wave, she barely waited for the next evening, spent the day at a salon where they gave her new heart-shaped acrylic nails and applied a rejuvenating mask to her face and décolletage.
In the evening, she hurried to the meeting place, which they hadn't changed—the same cafe, fragrant with perfume from the latest "La Costa" collection. He arrived by taxi and didn't let the driver go, noticing Zlata walking from the bus stop as if flying, with lush red hair flowing behind her shoulders.
— A good girl," he thought lazily, "we'll see, we'll see.
Vlad hadn't fallen in love with anyone for a long time, after breaking up with his wife on her initiative. He simply found solace in random girls, then immediately forgot them, and didn't notice how he turned into a person who couldn't stop changing partners.
But it was so unburdensome, always something new, and if not new, he knew that tomorrow he would return to his harsh, masculine routine, and today he would surrender to passion with another beauty.
The sauna owner, maybe a Turk or an Arab, greeted the guests with a sweet smile and led them to the room.
They didn't remember the steam room; the only thing they couldn't refuse was the jacuzzi, where they languished with a glass of champagne after another bout of sexual bliss.
But as we know, everything ends, even the most pleasant and good things. This evening also ended, but strangely, Vlad wanted to continue communicating. And for Zlata, her own desire to keep in touch with a casual acquaintance also caused inner bewilderment, but she didn't want to think about it, because the meetings beckoned and promised an ocean of yet unexplored passion.
In the end, they spent a month together, meeting at his place while he lived alone and his family was away at the sea.
He ran to work and then flew home, where his desired woman was waiting!
Zlata regretted nothing; she even invited him to her relatives' dacha near Krasnoyarsk for shashlik and gatherings by the fire.
No one liked him; her cousin told her so. Outwardly, they didn't show it, but people decided "not a match." He was younger and looked younger despite the stubble. She asked them not to interfere in her personal life, she would figure it out herself.
Time flew, passion didn't subside; when separated for a few hours, they couldn't bear the parting and bombarded each other with SMS messages.
Sobering up came when it turned out that besides romantic adventures, she had obligations—a job at a travel agency in Moscow—and that she definitely shouldn't stay here, let alone make long-term plans.
And he turned out to be completely not the person with whom one could discuss anything. He would never compensate her financially for the losses if she started arranging their little nest. She would have to share everything, relying only on herself.
There was a moment when she calculated everything in her head and was even willing to accept the latter.
She understood that he needed her, but he wasn't planning to change anything in his life; he was ready to live in two cities, meeting rarely but with explosive passion.
What did it matter to him? He had no children; his whole life belonged only to him.
And to tell the truth, there was a moment when she was ready to change everything to be with him more often, to move in with her parents, but she felt he didn't need that.
And so began the nightmare of harsh female weekdays.
She's drawn to the man with terrible force, but there's no future. How long can this go on?
Until he meets a new passion.
For her, it turned out to be more serious. She rarely liked men, and even more rarely gave herself with such desire, and everything felt so natural. With others, she was left with the impression of being violated—they didn't hug right, didn't kiss right, not to mention the rest.
Time passed, and nothing changed. Over the year, there were several meetings—sometimes she went to him, sometimes he came to her. And even that wouldn't have happened if Zlata hadn't agreed in advance not to meddle in his personal life or try to get him to marry her.
She agreed, but still arranged heart-to-heart talks, and after six months, he simply started new romances and sometimes didn't even hide them.
— Do you miss me?" She asked.
— They don't let me get bored," He replied.
For Zlata and Vlad, everything was "right" in sex! There was just one little "but."
And it wasn't even the age difference: it was the initial goal of the acquaintance!
Her attraction grew into feelings, but he remained on his previous wave, because the goal of the acquaintance and the profile belonged to the "casual encounters" section.
Author's e-mail: zоt-оff@mаil.ru