St. Petersburg. My husband and I love St. Petersburg, and every year we go for a walk there. I like the atmosphere of the old city. His air. His people. I like canals, old houses, parks. I love to walk through the old streets and walk up to go to a cozy cafe, the diversity of which is scattered throughout St. Petersburg.

I'm tired. It's time to rest and eat. We liked the cafe on the first floor of the old house, with a small outdoor terrace. It was good on the street, but sometimes the gusts of fresh Baltic air flew, and my husband and I decided to go inside the cafe. It was a day and the cafe was almost empty. A scaffold was made along the window-showcases, which was braided by partitions into separate cabins in which there were tables. It was cozy and cute. I chose a booth. Outside the window there was a veranda with tables, but there was no one there, and the view was amazing. I adjusted the light dress and sat down by the window, and while my husband was making the order, I looked at the houses, people hurrying along somewhere along Nevsky Prospect.

Some young couple, a guy with a girl went to the veranda. And having trampled down, they sat down at a street table, but then they did not like something, and they moved under our shop window. No other place was found. At first I was upset that they spoiled my view, but then I stopped paying attention to them. Also brought salads, and we started to eat.

It was calm, good, until I was seized by the feeling that someone was persistently considering me. I think that many women know this feeling in crowded places. I looked around, but in the cafe we ​​were practically alone and covered with a wicker partition. I looked around again and my eyes fell on the boy who was sitting outside the glass on the street. As he shook his head sharply and turned away, I realized that it was he who was looking at me. True, what he could look at if we were sitting taller than him, and he could only see ... Oh, God, I gradually began to realize where the boy was looking! I was sitting as on the window, completely without thinking about how I was sitting, out of habit, with my legs slightly apart. A light dress rode up, and he sitting below me could look at my legs, knees, hips. What, judging by his blush on his cheeks, he did. His girlfriend was on the phone, they were chatting, and he was staring at me. I got mad! The first desire was to tell my husband, and I had already opened my mouth, but at that moment they brought no beer. Cool, foamy and I, after taking a sip, somehow calmed down. I looked at the boy, at his very young face and I even became interested in this situation in which I found myself. Talking with my husband, I pretended that I did not at all pay attention to the young couple so as not to frighten the young man. Unnoticed, I set aside my leg and straightened the frill of the dress so that my leg was now even more open. I did not see the boy’s eye, but with my bare leg I felt the fire of his gaze. It started to kindle me more and more! I started spinning on a chair, from which the edge of the dress completely lost. I pulled out my legs, I pulled my knees apart, then, on the contrary, shyly squeezed them, pretending to fix the dress.

The boy blushed completely! They stopped talking, and now everyone was sitting in his phone. And the upper edge of the boy's phone was bullied. He, he ... I began to guess ... he photographed my legs! And this ... it blew up the bomb somewhere inside me. And now I was completely excited! The young man could not take pictures of my face, but my legs and the fact that between them ... I wanted to myself! Referring to the need to pee, I closed in the toilet. Pulling up the dress, I pulled off my panties and put them in my purse. Now I was ready for a photo shoot!

The boy was clearly bored, waiting for me, and as soon as I appeared, he came to life. I again began to twist his legs, and the phone came to life again in his hands. The husband sat and looked at the pictures taken on the screen of the camera.I leaned toward him, and putting my leg aside, pretended that I was very interested in the pictures. The hem of the dress pulled on and revealed a beautiful view of my crotch and lower abdomen. I did not see, but I felt the pussy of the young man’s gaze. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy stand up. Did I stop being interesting to him? I was hooked and even offended. I bent my knee and the hem covered my treasure. I sulked!

The girl, meanwhile, got up the same. They talked about something and suddenly she sat down at the guy's place! They changed places. Now, in order for me to sit correctly, it was necessary to straighten my knee, which means stretching the hem ... The girl will see my pussy! But ... I did not know what to do!

I tried to look at the girl. And suddenly our eyes met! Her eyes blazed, her eyes burned with hungry fire! They were burning with greedy interest, they begged for a show! And suddenly my leg straightened up itself, the girl’s gaze instantly penetrated into me and burned her pussy! It was exciting to show myself to the guy, to tease him, but to show the girl was many times more pleasant. I felt all my blood rush into the crotch. I sat and felt how my lips, the clitoris swell, and inside the uterus pulsed inside! Such excitement, until that moment, I have never experienced! It was not portable. I wildly wanted to show the girl all myself. Spread your legs wide, open and unscrew the vagina and masturbate, masturbate, masturbate in front of her. My knee trembled rhythmically, transmitting the vibrations of my melted crotch. I looked at the girl's face and our eyes met again, transmitting excitement vibes to each other. The girl's face burned, and her eyes blazed like two lights! I flowed ... I could not bear this torture any longer! I needed a dick or something that could quench my fever. At least your fingers! I wanted only one thing - END !!!

My husband looked at me as if it weren’t normal when I jumped up from the table and darted to the toilet. Praying that he was free! I burst in like a hurricane, slamming the door with one hand, and lifting up the dress with the other. Fingers touched his lips and plunged into his pussy, a sharp spasm ran through my body, forcing him to crouch and press against the cold tile. What was then I do not remember. I jerked myself and thrashed around the cramped toilet room, clenching my teeth so as not to scream. I do not know how long my agony lasted. I woke up sitting on the lid of the toilet completely exhausted. There were strips of toilet paper lying around, and there was a puddle on the floor between the legs. I did not even remember when I finished writing!

Having a little recovered and put myself in order, I left the toilet. The husband has already paid off the waiter and was waiting for me at the entrance. Swaying, I walked over to him. I did not have the strength and desire to continue my walk around the city. We went outside. Two pairs of greedy eyes met and escorted me until we disappeared around the bend.