Panthera Spelaea

Svetlana showed me Moscow the next day. We rode the subway downtown without incident and spent the entire day sightseeing in Red Square. My hometown of Houston didn’t have a long architectural history, and even the Boston area was proud of its 300-year old buildings. Red Square had buildings constructed in 1491, and they were beautiful.

We ended up in the famous Glavnyi Universalny Magazin (Main Universal Store) at lunchtime. In the Communist days, this was the store for the elite of the Soviet Union to shop, but now it was a fancy shopping mall with a glass ceiling over the central walkway. We went to the top floor at one end to Stolovaya № 57, a Soviet-style cafeteria with good Russian food at affordable prices. It was good, and I got a lot, taking it out to one of the tables overlooking the big mall. After lunch, we got ice cream and walked along the brightly lit central atrium to the other side.

My girlfriend had never been one of the rich, so she wasn’t used to shopping at the high-end boutiques that served the Russian elite. I didn’t care; I had money and someone to spoil, so I was going to, but not now. We toured the Cathedral of Saint Basil the Blessed, built on orders of Ivan the Terrible, plus the park behind it overlooking the Moscow River. We also toured Spasskaya Bashnya, “Tower of the Saviour,” which was commissioned by Ivan the Great. I skipped Lenin’s Tomb but enjoyed the State Historical Museum. “We barely saw half the sights, plus we didn’t pick up anything to bring home,” Svetlana said as we took a break on a bench.

“We can’t do it all at once,” I told her. It had been a fun day for new love, full of hand-holding, stolen kisses, and blushing glances. I looked at my phone; it was almost four-thirty. “Let’s rest for a bit; your feet must be sore.” Guys, few things short of great sex beat a foot massage after your woman has been on her feet all day. I had a travel-sized tube of lotion in my pocket for just this purpose, and I put that planning to good use. She was moaning and putty in my hands in moments. I loved the looks of the couples passing by, with lots of jealous looks from the ladies.

I was finishing up when a familiar voice came from behind us. “хорошего дня светлана (Good day, Svetlana)?”

“Anna! What are you doing here?”

“Your boyfriend invited me to join the two of you tonight,” she said. She was wearing a shimmering gold formal dress and heels, looking like a billion rubles ready to head out on the town.

Svetlana looked confused. “That’s new. Where are we going with you dressed like that?”

Anna looked at me like I was in trouble. “You didn’t tell her?”

I smiled. “I like to keep Lana on her toes. Plus, I wanted to wait until you were here to help her pick something out.”

Svetlana looked between the two of us. “What is going on?”

“Dinner at the Metropole Hotel in an hour, then Giselle at the Bolshoi Theater at seven. We’d better get you going so we can get your dress and shoes.”

Her mouth dropped, then the panic set in. She looked a little like a fish on the dock. “An HOUR! I have NOTHING to wear and no money to buy anything!”

“Trust us,” I told her. We went back into GUM, where the sales lady at the dress shop greeted Anna like an old friend. The sales lady already knew Svetlana’s sizes and preferences and had a dozen dresses and matching heels ready for her to try on.

“How?” Anna pointed her towards the dressing room, where the choices waited, as I sat on a bench.

Anna just laughed. “I’ve been here since three. John gave me instructions to buy a dress and shoes for the ballet and to set this up before meeting you at four-thirty.”

Svetlana nearly screamed when she saw the price on the dress. “JOHN! I can’t afford this!”

“I can’t afford to walk into the ballet without you on my arm. Pick the dress you like and don’t worry about it. I wasn’t able to spend much of my money in Siberia.”

I could hear the animated talk in Russian of the three ladies but couldn’t keep up. When Svetlana stepped out, she almost gave me a heart attack.

She struck a runway pose, smiling as her hips swung over the four-inch heels. The dress was silver, the shimmering fabric hugging her fantastic figure. The sleeveless design exposed tantalizing bits of cleavage, and the high cut showed plenty of tanned skin as she walked. Somehow my brain worked enough to ask her to turn around. The back showed the impossibility of wearing a bra, while the tight fabric showed off Lana’s heart-shaped backside. The dress ended just above her heels. “That dress should be illegal,” I told her.

“You like it?”

“Like is too weak a word.” She and Anna smiled and ducked back inside. I went to another store in the big mall, putting on my rental tuxedo and leaving my old clothes in a bag. When I returned, they were still in the dressing rooms. They tried on a few more but decided on the silver dress and heels. The two came back out in her regular clothes. A young lady took her to another room, doing her makeup and hair for the night as the seamstresses made minor adjustments to the dress.

Seeing the two of them together was worth every ruble I spent in the store. There was not a man in Moscow who would not be jealous of me tonight.

We took a horse-drawn carriage from the GUM door to the Metropole Hotel. The next surprise for Svetlana was when a porter took our bags up to our room. Yes, we were staying the night in the historic hotel. “What about you,” Svetlana asked her roommate.

“I’m not wasting a moment in this dress,” she told me. “I’m hitting the clubs, and then I’ll come by late at night after you two quiet down for the night. John got a double room so I’d have a place to sleep.”

Dinner at the Metropole was every bit the fine dining experience, and I could tell how special it was for the two Russian nurses. I was right; every person in the place looked over at us, wondering if I was a celebrity or if they were models.

The Bolshoi Ballet was nearby and lived up to its international reputation. My mother insisted on exposing her children to the classics, so this wasn’t my first rodeo. For me, it was like watching the difference between American soccer leagues and the best European teams. They were doing the same things, but the talent difference was apparent. We had champagne and caviar during the intermission and retired to the hotel bar when the performance was over. “Today was magical,” Svetlana said as she leaned into me at the booth.

“You’re not falling asleep on me tonight,” I promised her.

“That’s my cue to head out,” Anna said with a giggle. “Don’t wait up for me.”

The room was luxurious, overlooking the city with a big bathroom with a shower and a soaking tub. I put my jacket on the chair as I pulled the sheer drape closed. I didn’t want anyone else seeing my woman tonight. I slowly unzipped her dress, covering her back with kisses as I slid it to the floor. Draping it over the chair, I turned her around. She was heart-stoppingly gorgeous in heels, garter, and stockings. My hand moved up her thigh, finding her hot and ready underneath the lacy panties she was wearing. I dropped to my knees, tossing one of her legs over my shoulder as I put my face to her wet sex. “JOHN!” She was primed and ready after the night’s events, and it only took a few licks and a nibble to send her over the edge. I drank up her release, holding her legs as she rode out the orgasm. “So good.”

I smiled and stood up, wiping my face with a handkerchief. Svetlana returned the favor, slowly unbuttoning my shirt and removing it as she kissed my chest. She sucked on a nipple as her hands undid my belt and pants, letting them drop to the ground. Lana dropped to her knees, taking my underwear with her before finishing getting me naked. I was painfully erect as I stood over her, and she knew EXACTLY what she was doing to me. Looking up at me, my girl smiled and took my hard cock into her warm mouth. “You’ve been hard all night,” she said as she popped off me.

“I’m only human, and you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She went back to work for a minute, then stopped and looked up. “The first one will take the edge off. Please take me long and hard tonight. Claim me and let the world know you are mine.”

She took me deep into her throat, swallowing around me as my orgasm roared in like a tornado. “Oh God, Svetlana, I’m going to cum!” She grabbed my ass, pulling me close as I started blasting my release into her throat. I felt like I’d been coming forever by the time she let me pull out. I saw stars from cumming so hard. “Wow.”

“Shower, soak, and round two?”

“I love the way you think.” We made love three more times before finally going to sleep just after two in the morning. I woke up when Anna came in, but Svetlana didn’t even stir, and I was asleep before she exited the bathroom. We woke late, just in time to check out and eat the buffet downstairs before going shopping again.

Life was perfect.