... a mixture of cheap Armenian cognac from the nearest supermarket, the neighbour's muddy moonshine (from which he drove him, is known only to him alone) and from above, to dilute the fortress and taste, filled with ordinary Coca-Cola! The proportions of this drink were known only to cunning and enterprising brothers.

- And here is your vodka, Oleg! Help yourself! - friendly said Ruslan and put in front of Oleg quite an impressive glass with colorless liquid. - Now get something out of the fridge for a snack.

Timur, at this time, entertained the guests and told a funny story about one pompous lady from the Urals, which last summer her friends barely persuaded to take a cruise on their yacht. But she was so afraid of the sea, that all the time passed in a life jacket. And even photographed and sunbathed in it.

- What do they look like, these vests? - having made a couple more sips of the cocktail, Christine asked. - Can I see?

- Sure you may. They are always on the yacht. This is necessary according to the safety rules, - Timur answered instantly. “I'll show them to you now.” But they are there, under the sofa.

With these words, he quickly dived under the table and, opening the locker on the side of the sofa, pulled out one of the orange life jackets, inside which were a tube for blowing air and a tiny whistle with a flashlight.

Closing the box, he involuntarily turned his head to the left and was stunned by what he had seen. Right a few centimeters from his face were beautiful female knees, and a little further, about five to six centimeters, a rim of airy little white dress was visible. The slim legs of the girl turned out to be slightly divorced, and therefore, Timur saw the appetizing, round, white and pink thighs of a young woman with stimulating, caressing eyes, protuberances. And in the depths (where the thighs “left”), it was beautiful to see a strip of light blue translucent lace panties, through the openwork patterns of which were clearly seen - rather fleshy, clean-shaven, pubis and puffy, as if slightly puffed, folds of large labia . And exactly in the middle - just ajar crack, with timid looking petals of small sexual lips.

Timur involuntarily leaned his head forward to get a better look at all the most hidden places of the female body. He was ready to see that he sees in the barely ajar crack (precisely between the petals of the lips) - the inviting and maddening, mysterious depth of a fresh, juicy, young vagina ...

From what he saw, what is called the “secret feminine charm”, the young man, full of strength, instantly pounded blood in his temples, his heart pounded wildly and little drops of sweat appeared on his lips. He suddenly felt his peaceful phallus wake up, move, and slowly began to pour. The first impulse of Timur (at the subconscious level) was to immediately push her hand between the white thighs of a beautiful blonde, move the border of light lace panties to the side and sharply insert your middle finger into the very center of the appealingly alluring and juicy slit. God only knows how much strength and nerves it cost him to give up such an irresistible desire!

“We urgently need to take all this beauty on the camera of my phone and show it to my brother,” a crazy thought flashed through his mind at lightning speed. - It's not a problem for me".

Emerging from under the table, Timur, trying to control himself, but still worrying (and who did not worry after what he saw?), Showed the guests a rubber lifejacket, explained in detail and with humor all its devices and devices, told how to use it in which case, and under the pretext that it is necessary to return the vest to its rightful place, he again disappeared under the table, quietly taking with him his new iPhone, which he had previously left on the sofa.

Quickly putting the vest in place, hurrying and worrying, with trembling hands, turned on the camera of the gadget and sent it right between the legs of the gorgeous blonde, almost without touching her breathtaking knees. The impartial camera obediently began to stuff into its digital memory all that its owner wanted. Under the table it was quite light and even the smallest details of the structure of Christina's beautiful sexy body could not slip away from the camera phone. The only thing that feared sweating and excited amateur photographer was that he would accidentally touch the girl's legs and she would guess that some unacceptable things were happening under the table.

But Christine was not up to it. She opened her mouth wide and listened to Ruslan's fascinating stories about everyday life on the coast of the warm sea, the family life of fishermen, the relationships of local residents and tourists coming to rest. The young woman suddenly caught herself thinking that the owner of the yacht is unusually beautiful now - with curly black hair “a la young Banderas”, clean-shaven face, in a white boxer shirt that slightly exposed his wide manly chest.

Ruslan, without looking up from the charming brown eyes of a charming guest and, sometimes, carefully looking at the sexy blonde’s inviting and maddening, elastic chest, told in detail all the vicissitudes of his life. And at that moment, his only desire was to embrace and kiss a beautiful blond girl, to feel her delicate red lips with her lips, to feel her body, such a seductive and exciting ...

He told his guests about an elderly mother, with whom he still lives in the same house and, like a real and worthy son, continues to take care of her. He did not hesitate to tell about his young beautiful wife Tamara and his twin sons, about his father, who left them untimely five years ago and left this great high-speed yacht to them with his brother. He also told about crowds of tourists from all over the country, who visit their resort town every summer. He even mentioned his brother Timur, who recently turned 25 years old, and that, at the end of the summer season, he was going to marry a very sweet and modest local girl. And much more and much more ...

Ruslan’s amazing charm was that he was one of the most gifted storytellers and a very hospitable host. All of his guests, tourists immediately felt that the kitchen on the yacht “TWO PENSA” and the bar were at their complete disposal. He always offered, so there was no need to ask for anything. And most importantly, Ruslan gave himself completely to his guests - and this is truly priceless quality. From the first minutes, he clearly made Kristine and Oleg feel (first of all, Christine, of course) that they are welcome guests and will always remain so when they decide to see him ...

Christine suddenly wanted to stay on the snow-white hospitable yacht a little longer to see this pretty brunette and listen to his interesting stories, watching a sweet smile on his beautiful face. Absorb the masculine energy emanating from him, from which she felt dizzy and a slight trembling in her knees arose. In the view of Ruslan, he saw through life experience, and also hardness and a sharp mind.

- By the way, where is Timur? - Oleg suddenly asked.

- I am here, - instantly getting out from under the table, breathing heavily, the reddened Timur responded. - Pushed the vest back into the locker. Tortured.

“Well, I'm sorry for making you suffer,” the former boxer, who was already beginning to get drunk with strong vodka, said with a smirk,

“Come on,” said Timur playfully, and at once knocked over a pile of vodka, carefully prepared by his older brother a little earlier.

But, in Timur’s glass (and his own), there was no vodka at all, but simple mineral water without gas. The fact is that sly brothers, in order to neutralize strict mothers, watching for their mature daughters, or ugly, frankly scary ...