The sun's rays entangled in your hair, the breeze tenderly touches the golden locks. I hold your hand, feeling the warmth of your hand. Although your eyes are closed with sunglasses, but I know that you are looking at me, and love is reflected in your eyes. I know because I love you myself! Yes, it is wonderful to meet you after a week's separation! Peter is the city where we met a year ago. You come from your city, I from my. May we not always be together forever, but it’s such a pleasure to meet in this wonderful city! You smile, looking, as I am glad to meet you, as the cheerful excitement increases. I just run ahead of you and turning around, give a chance to the wind to walk under my skirt. Light fabric flows around slender legs, and you, shaking your head, smiling slyly. We are a strange couple ... You are so calm and discreet in public. Always polite and almost cold. I am a hurricane wind, I sweep away everything in my path. Restless, explosive mixture of humor and mischief. I am your complete opposite, perhaps for this you love me ... that I am what I am!

I love to shock you, lowering your prim look deeper into the waters of the Neva. And I do not interfere with the breeze, when he, too naughty, lifts my skirt higher than it should be, showing everyone not too lazy - my almost transparent panties. I see, my sunshine, you are a little angry with me for my antics, but I tease you so that you will come out of your calm state.

Quite unexpectedly, I pulled myself close to you and put my arm around my neck, rushing to meet your lips. You do not even resist! That's right - it's still useless! We stopped at the embankment, in the middle of people walking around us. I, throwing my head back, kiss you, penetrating you with my tongue. You are hugging me around the waist, pulling me towards you ... but I also unexpectedly push off from you. A smile appeared on your lips smeared with my lipstick. Laughing, I rush forward, however, seeing how you, with the back of your hand, erase the traces of lipstick ... You're so funny at this moment! And you are pink pearl! Making a face, I try to wriggle out of your tenacious hands, almost succeeded, but then through carelessness I still find myself in captivity of your arms. You carry me to the granite parapet of the embankment. Clasping the waist, you turn your back to you, gently pressing it with you, as close as possible, revealing the expanses of water in front of me. And so, I was between two walls, one granite, and the one that you are. Of course, the stone does not attract me, because I happily lay my head on your shoulder. You bow, warmly touching the lips of my naked neck. Slightly bite delicate skin. Your hair touches my cheek, a little tickle. A smile wanders my lips while I enjoy your naked tenderness ... BUT! Ah, you little shalunishka! Well, here ... he taught me for my innocent mischief. Now there is a reddish spot on my neck ... Well, la-aaa-adno ... (a plan for revenge has matured in my head) I started, trying to turn to face you, but you, like an iron vise, hold in your arms, not allowing you to turn around . Well, well ... I asked for it myself ... Leaning on the parapet with my hands, I lean forward slightly, my back part (I mean, my slightly covered butt) leaning against you. Wow! Yes, you're not so calm really! I bend my back, sighing sensually, a moan breaks from my lips. Passing by mothers are bewildered look in our direction ... Well, yes - the picture! My dear keeps a girl, that is, me, in a half-bent state, clinging to a stable object, that is, to the embankment parapet, resting against its intimate place (though not visible ... but so hard!) Right in her ass ... well or a little lower (just a little!). And besides, the girl, again I, also publishes indecent sounds! You try to lift me up, whispering in a whisper not to play with HIM, while your hands are trying to pull me a little higher than the waist, that is, under the bust ... Slightly bent, your hands are just on my chest, from which, I speak my theatrical even more loudly (not without a grain of truth): “Ooh! Honey, come on! ”You are coughing embarrassedly, and passing by girls giggling look back at us. Finally, realizing that you will not lift me so simply, you let me out of your hands, hastily walked away. I, as if nothing had happened, straighten my skirt, saying: “Darling, you are so impatient!” Laughing heartily, looking at my grinning face, smug from the effect produced on the moral principles of citizens, defilating on the open terrain promenade, call me red naholyugoy. “I love you!” I say loudly, taking your hand in my own.

Petersburg is a beautiful city ... especially the quays!