A fragment of the conversation during the last personal meeting.

- What else is Zoya-Zina? No, kindly write my real name. I am Zemfira!
And then another:
- Lawyers - they are different. A lawyer and a prosecutor, a judge and a notary are also lawyers. And I'm an investigator. This is not just a profession, it is a way of life!

Then she read in silence, smiling at the memories, frowning, and raising her eyes, trying to remember whether my “frank confession” was right.
And permission to publish the seal with a kiss.

Acquaintance.

I took it off at a nightclub. What do you believe? Naive ...

Of course, met on the Mambov site. Something sexy came from her profile, despite the restrained fields and a photograph of a strict woman with glasses and a business suit.

She did not immediately agree to a meeting, but did not refuse the conversation. Including on intimate topics. What else do you need DD shower deflorator?

I learned about her youthful love and years of marriage, about the attitude towards men in general and about intimate partners in particular. About how the male contingent of the dating site likes to brag, and how rarely meetings become a holiday.

And from under the mask of the investigator of the power structures, mercilessly punishing and seldom beauty, the tender female soul, wishing for goodness and warmth, affection and love, peeped out. At the intellectual level, too, there was no doubt: Zemfira once responded to literary, cultural, scientific and political allusions.

Her family and life-long situation was characteristic of tens and hundreds of thousands of women in our country. Young and violent love in his student years, which for various reasons was not crowned by marriage. Marrying another man, excellent sex with which she has long taken for reference love. Attempts to renew relations with the first, less and less successful with time, especially after she gave birth to two sons of Kogorovka. The husband knew that she had a favorite before him, but he was not able to come to terms with it. Divorce, single mother, raising children to their feet, slow, stubborn, but fair career growth, rare meetings with men, accumulating irritation from their bed or level discrepancies.

I had to spend a lot of work to convince her to forget for a while about her principle of not meeting with married men. And that in my perception the status of a girlfriend is higher than that of a mistress, because a girlfriend remains a girlfriend even after intimate meetings for objective or subjective reasons cease, and the mistress immediately becomes the former.

And the threat of termination (though not starting) was. Zemfira conducted an active correspondence on the site with the person most suitable for her status. Also divorced, also adult children, also a high rank from power structures, also a representative of her nationality. I was going to take a vacation in the near future and visit my virtual (so far) beloved in Emsk.

- I will not cheat on my husband, much less beloved one! Can you really let me go easy? You will not be offended and demand new meetings? And can you just be my friend?
- Yes, I'm sure of it.
“DD, but you know, I think I'm in love with another man.” Doesn't it bother you that I am directly telling you: I love him and not you?
- I even like it. There is a special charm in fucking a woman in love with another man. Her love vibes willy-nilly manifest themselves and are transferred to me, and the banal fuck becomes a love act.
- And you are an experienced seducer. And you had a lot of women, and, moreover, in love with another?

Open notebook and give the required information? No, it's too early. But I will definitely say in due time.
- I'll answer you later.
- When later?
- Then...

Two intimate meetings.

I will not further delay the introduction, the day of my next trip to Emsk comes.Zemfira is made aware of this, and rejecting the offer to meet in a cafe, as well as not approving my offer to meet her after work, says:
- I will come to you myself. If at the last moment I will not be scared.

Cases are done, the apartment is rented, food and brandy purchased. Loaded with packages, I go up to the fifth floor. The time is 16.50. With chagrin I discover that I forgot to buy a sweet to coffee. I am writing to her sms-ku "you will go, buy a chocolate bar for coffee." Replies: “OK. Write me the exact address of the apartment. ”

I have no idea if she will come on - by public transport, by taxi or by her own service car, but for the next 15 minutes I smoke and nervously shuttle from one window, looking out onto the street, to another in the courtyard.

Then he beeps SMS phone. A thought strikes through the lightning: “Has she really changed her mind? Was she really frightened at the last moment? ” But the message is more than favorable - “I climb the stairs. Meet me.

Knock on the door. I open it. A tall, slim and elegant woman in a beautiful dress crosses the threshold, and puts to kiss, to my surprise, not your cheek, but your lips.
- Well hello, DD! Been waiting for me?
- Greetings! How nice that you came. I did not believe to the last.

Fifth floor, once again remind. She sits down on the couch, take a breath. I sit down next. Zemfira puts her head on my shoulder. And then - not just a smack, but a real, sweet, hot and long kiss on the lips. I stroke her silky hair, I stroke her shoulders, I touch her earlobes, I grope my bra straps under the fabric of the dress, I am extremely excited, I am delighted with such pliability, passion, desire!

With a careful movement, I take off my glasses, put a chair on the side, and get up from the sofa myself, put it on, and kneel down next to her. We kiss for a long time, wound up at such a speed, I actively squeeze her breasts and body, pull down the hanger of the dress and pick up the hem, as a result the dress becomes like a wide belt, and I have access to large, ripe breasts, released from the bra, and hidden so far panties treasured female part.

Zemfira is also affectionate with all the ardor and heat, she kisses it gently and barely touching, then almost hard biting; pats my head when i suck her nipples; palm penetrated under my shirt and played with fur. But she still doesn’t allow her to take off her pants strictly and unequivocally, this is not a kind of coquetry, as I knew in hindsight, there could be two reasons: she came to me from work and needed water procedures, and the second was caressing caresses, but such an instant transition the first meeting in the intimate even for me is something unprecedented, where is there for such a woman trying to be strict with herself and children, relatives and girlfriends, men and colleagues.

And she still succeeds, without pushing me away and not saying repeatedly “wait, do not hurry, then, all this will be in due time”, to first translate caress from the turbulent to the calm bed, then straighten up, sit on the sofa, fix the dress, put on glasses , and once again becoming a power lady, a storm of violators, she looks at me sternly and says:

- Someone promised lunch, coffee and brandy. And the violation of the agreements according to the Administrative Code entails ...
“I know, I know, citizen boss.” Bathroom straight, kitchen left. Bags with products on the kitchen table. Go do the master, it will be necessary to help - you whistle.

... How nice it is, after a tasty lunch, have a cup of coffee, puffing on a cigarette and sipping good cognac. Moreover, leading an interesting conversation with an intelligent and elegant woman, with whom the first sex is about to happen.

- Well? - I ask her when she puts out a cigarette in an ashtray.
- Well, give at least a smoke, - trying to delay the inevitable and again reaches for the pack.
- Smoking - harm the health! - I instructively instruct, I get up, walk up to her, and despite her surprise and attempts to walk with my legs, I pick up and carry me into the bedroom.

Kissing and caressing, I take off everything except her panties. Elegant body elegant ...