lace around the edges. The erotic magnificence of the lingerie barely covers the intimate parts of the spouse, the restraint on the thin dark cords, tied with bows on the hips and back.

Giving a thoughtful look to her wardrobe, and casting a rating glance at Annette's outfit, Dasha opted for a cocktail dress, which was also suitable for me as sets of underwear and combined with a charming fraulein outfit.

The dress is a light purple purple with dark spots and stripes alternating with white, barely covering her wife's ass with difficulty covering her panties, and kept on two straps tied around her neck. Being pleased with her reflection in the mirror and once again looking at her spouse with a slow look, she completed her image with a belt in the form of a Melchiorov chain consisting of oblong ovals of the color of bright nickel, alternating with scarlet silver peas. Once again, he gazed at his image with a glance. My wife threw a dark burgundy shirt with silk stripes that suited her dress.

- We're late, let's get dressed faster. - She began to fuss, putting the final touches to her so-so perfect makeup.

Behind all these pleasant troubles and jokes, time passed quickly enough. The clock was close to six when we left the room. Despite the early time it seemed, in the south it gets dark fast enough in the south. For some 20-30 minutes, the sky from a transparent blue acquired a reddish-purple hue first, which quickly gave way to purple-dark tones, and then completely covered with darkness.

Our trinity, which came out through one of the many exits from the park, was on the central park avenue leading to the sea. The embrace of the warm southern night happily accepted our heated bodies, caressing their light breezes of coolness reaching our hotel from the sea, which was no longer visible due to the dense vegetation and dusk.

Although the night had already fallen on the hotel, the park in the hotel was well lit by lanterns throwing soft, diffused light and illuminated from below with colored light from the numerous pools and ponds located along the avenue.

The main pool, which was adjacent to the main restaurant, was quite crowded. Around there were many couples, and groups of beautifully dressed or naked vacationers, of various ages and degrees of intoxication. But everything was relatively calm and fun and no one interfered with the rest of others.

Annette confidently pulled a wife behind her, holding my hand across the bridge of the central pool towards the sea, chirping some acquaintances, but with no one not to delay, as if fearing that we would change our mind.

The farther we went from the hotel, the less often lanterns came across, and the path along which we walked gradually enveloped the twilight, which ran away into the night park with tape. Despite the autumn, this part of the park was buried in flowers. The path along which we walked was surrounded by numerous flowering shrubs and trees. As if in the crimson-red fire of neon, large bright red flowers of the royal Delonix glowed, which was literally studded with openwork inflorescences resembling magnolias. Now, because of the light of the lanterns, they seemed purple-purple and literally touched our faces. Voronkovo-bellflower flowers golden Tacoma, literally littered with a yellow carpet stone path under our feet.

Smells from the hotel do not reach this part of the park, and the air was saturated with the thick spicy aroma of flowering southern trees and bushes. Which itself acted as the strongest aphrodisiac. Terribly wanted to spread out his wife right here on a carpet of fallen flowers ...

Annette pulled us to the left in the direction of several two-story buildings adjoining the park and standing surrounded by tangerine trees. From surrounded by a small fence of bougainvillea bushes, covered from top to bottom with dark burgundy velvety flowers. Fluffy branches of acacia, covered with white fringe of flowers in the blue backlight flickered, creating a feeling of bluish-snowy fringe. Citrus notes were added to the thick and intoxicating aroma of the night, which only complemented the picture of the magical night. My wife literally floated with excitement and an overabundance of feelings, hanging on my shoulder and shivering with expectation and anticipation. Yes, and I broke the tower worse than any wine.

“This is simply amazing. Dasha, the charm of the beauty of this corner of the garden was frozen for a couple of moments, admiring the picturesque play of colors and light.

- Oh yes, I, too, is always fascinated by the night beauty of this place. - Annette pensively froze. - The wondrous world created from light and flowers ... Hidden from all the secrets of its guests.

Annette slowly opened the gate in the bush fence, twined with blooming ivy.

To be continued.