pandorastories
patreon
Queens ch.28
🕑 Added 2024-05-20 07:00:02 +0000 UTC"I'm Chad Stewart," he said, reaching out his hand to Gabrielle. Chad wore a light blue polo shirt and a pair of blue-and-white striped shor
"I'm Chad Stewart," he said, reaching out his hand to Gabrielle. Chad wore a light blue polo shirt and a pair of blue-and-white striped shorts, along with a pair of closed-toe sandals. He held a bottle of Sapporo in his hand, and the brisk wind tousled his white strands. The guy looked like he stepped straight out of the pages of GQ, and begrudgingly, he had to admit he was damn handsome.
Gabrielle smiled and shook his hand. "I'm Gabrielle, and this is my boyfriend, Harry." She stepped away from Mr. Wonderful and pressed her back against my chest, as if making it clear that she's off the market.
I smiled at Chad. Take that, jerk. I extended my hand in greeting, and with the other, I placed it on Gabrielle's hip. "Harry Potter. Pleasure to meet you."
"You're Bill's brother's friend," Chad said, smiling. He nodded in understanding and sized me up. "Bill's a real catch." He pointed at me, grinned, and winked before Gabrielle burst into laughter, hiding her outburst with a cough.
"He definitely is," I said.
"Amber, release that line," Bob shouted from the captain's nest.
"I'll handle it," she said and darted across the boat, throwing lines while Bob barked orders. A few minutes later, we were on the lake with raised sails, the boat cutting through the choppy waves.
As the boat set off, we found our seats. Gabrielle sat at the front, holding Bob, while the little girl wore a heavy life jacket.
I sat next to Gabrielle, and Fleur sat across from me with her arms folded, staring at the lake and not looking happy.
Amber and Daphne were chatting about something, but I couldn't hear them over the wind noise.
Chad retreated to the captain's nest with Bill and Bob.
At some point, I needed to talk to Bob, but Bill and Chad could get wet. Fleur occasionally glanced my way as Gabrielle leaned forward, and Bob pointed out boats and houses we passed.
I sipped my beer until nature called. I decided to find the bathroom and then head to the captain's nest, pretending to care about what Bill and Chad had to say.
"Hey, Fleur?" I asked, catching Daphne's attention. "Where's the bathroom?"
"I'll show you," Fleur said, getting up from her seat. She offered me her hand, and I took it before she led me across the deck towards the stairs leading to the cabin below.
As we stepped inside, she closed the door behind us and turned to me. "The bathroom is behind those doors," she pointed to the wooden doors at the back of the cabin.
"What did Bill tell you?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Nothing. Just..." She sighed and folded her arms across her chest.
"Talk to me, Fleur," I said, approaching her. "What happened with the pink bikini?"
"Nothing," she said, her voice choking with emotion.
"Fleur. It's me." I gently unfolded her arms and slid my hands into hers. "I know he said something to you. What was it?"
She looked away and tightened her grip on my hands. "When I went to put on my bikini this morning, Bill told me I looked like a whore."
Anger flashed in the back of my mind, and I clenched my fists. "That damn jerk."
"We should forget about yesterday," Fleur said. "I'm sorry for everything. I won't undress in front of you anymore. You, Gabrielle, and Tracey will be happier together. I don't need to interfere." Tears welled up in her eyes, and her chin quivered before she lowered her gaze.
"No," Harry said firmly. "That won't work. Fleur, you're my girl. No one will ever call you a whore again." He traced his finger along her jawline and lifted her chin until their gazes met. "You look beautiful in the pink bikini. Let me deal with Bill."
Her large, blue eyes glistened with tears. She nodded and forced a smile. "Am I your girl?"
Harry leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth to him, and their tongues met, tentatively brushing against each other, before Fleur deepened the kiss and pressed herself closer to him.
Their tongues danced together, and Harry felt dizzy with desire. She tasted like cinnamon and strawberries at the same time. His cock hardened in his swim trunks, and he slid his hand down her back, pulling her closer.
Fleur moaned softly into his mouth, and her warm breath filled his nostrils. Reluctantly, she broke the kiss and pulled away, her eyes swimming with desire. "You make me feel safe and wonderful at the same time." A slight smile brightened her face. "How?"
Harry kissed her again, this time gently, and she returned the kiss as their eyes met.
"Sweetheart, put on the pink bikini. Okay?"
She smiled sweetly, and her whole face lit up. "Will I still get sunscreen lotion?"
"Only if I get to do it from the front."
She chuckled and playfully punched him in the chest. "Thank you, Harry. I feel better." She let out a deep, cleansing sigh and smiled.
Harry hugged her tightly. "We'll get you through this. Don't worry." He kissed her on the top of her head and held her close.
After the sailing trip around the lake, they spent the afternoon at the pool, where drinks flowed and music played. Bob disappeared somewhere in the house, and Bob took a nap.
Harry sat by the pool next to Gabrielle and Daphne, who lounged on nearby deck chairs. After removing her cover-up, his eyes roamed over Daphne's peaks and valleys. Her body, covered in sunscreen, glistened in the summer sun. Daphne wore a black bikini high-waisted at the waist, and her thirty-year-old body was plump, juicy, and delicious. Her heart-shaped, plump butt rose from firm, meaty thighs, then sharply descended along her hips to a waist that belonged to a twenty-year-old. As she applied sunscreen, her large, beautiful breasts bounced and swayed within the tight confines of her black bikini top. She wore a large hat with a brim and leaned back in her chair, looking across the pool at Bill and Chad, who were playing mixologists for Amber at the bar.
Not to be outdone, Harry's slim, slender, raven-haired girl filled out her white bikini in all the right places. He personally took care of her first layer of sunscreen, and the jealous Chad watched her from the other side of the pool. Her tight butt and firm breasts were in place, and he still couldn't believe she was with him.
Like Daphne, Gabrielle lay on a lounger in sunglasses and tapped away on her phone. She reached out to Harry and looked in his direction. "Sweetheart, come here."
Harry slid off his chair and knelt beside her, stealing a kiss before she raised the camera in selfie mode. "I'm posting this on Instagram," she said.
They brought their faces closer, and Gabrielle took a picture. "What do you think?" she asked.
"Perfect," Harry said.
He caught Amber staring at them, and Gabrielle leaned in and kissed him again, this time with a lot of tongue.
"How much of that was for Amber's benefit?" Harry asked.
Gabrielle shrugged. "The bitch needs to know her place. That's all I'll say." She tagged Fleur, Tracey, and Daphne before hitting "post."
"I could say the same about Chad," Harry said. "He can't take his eyes off you."
Gabrielle kissed him again, pulling him closer, then deepened the kiss and slid her tongue over his. His heart raced, and his stomach churned before she broke the kiss and smiled at him. "Good thing I only have eyes for you," she said.
Harry's cock stiffened in his swim trunks as he gazed at Gabrielle's incredible body. "You're driving me crazy."
"Good," she said. "Because I plan to fuck you later." She tucked her phone into her bag and kissed him one last time. "Maybe you should check on Fleur to make sure she doesn't chicken out." As if on cue, Fleur emerged from the outdoor bathroom, freshly changed into her neon pink bikini. She strutted across the pool with her chest pushed out and her tits bouncing like proud peacocks. Her body was beyond legendary. The bikini bottoms barely concealed her perfect MILF ass, and her long legs flexed with each step, showcasing her hard work at the gym.
Harry rose from his crouched position next to Gabrielle, tossed aside his sunglasses, and looked in her direction. "Damn," he muttered under his breath.
Gabrielle whistled and called for the cat, while Daphne smiled, sipping her gin and tonic, her red lips curving in approval. At the bar, Chad froze with a steel shaker in his hand, his gaze following Fleur's slow stroll around the pool.
Amber smiled. "You look amazing, girl."
"Thank you," Fleur said, ignoring Bill as she passed by.
Only Bill stared at her with his weasel-like, bloodshot eyes, his face flushing with anger. With his arms crossed over his chest, he sulked in a chair at the bar, wearing a grim expression, while everyone showered Fleur with compliments as she passed by like a supermodel.
Fleur walked past Harry, smiled, and winked before spreading her towel on the chair next to his.
Gabrielle smiled at Bill across the pool. "Doesn't she look fantastic?" she shouted.
Bill shot Gabrielle a murderous look before turning back to Chad, who resumed his bartending show.
Gabrielle laughed at Bill before turning to Fleur, smiling. "Honey, you need to show off your body more often. Damn."
Fleur pinned her long, golden locks up and secured them with a large clip. "I plan to." She flashed Harry a familiar smile and another wink.
With her long, stretched-out body, the position Fleur stood in mesmerized Harry. She was incredibly hot. What the hell did Bill think, disrespecting her like that? Was it about power and control? Probably. Did humiliating beautiful women give him pleasure? Certainly. Those days were over. He stood frozen, staring at the blond goddess with a heart pounding like mad.
Fleur chuckled and reached for sunscreen. "Harry, could you put some on my back?"
"Yes," Harry said hoarsely.
Gabrielle laughed. "You've left him speechless. Even Daphne perked up and glanced at Gabrielle. "After you're done with her, can you take care of me?"
What? It was like hitting the jackpot. Harry weakly smiled at Daphne. "Sure."
"Looks like you've cornered the Delacour family market," Gabrielle said. "Are you sure you can handle all three of us?"
Harry wasn't sure of anything, but he'd die trying. "Barely keeping up with you."
Gabrielle reached out and smacked his ass. "I'd say you're doing great."
Fleur handed him the sunscreen and smirked. "Make sure you don't miss any spots."
Harry cleared his throat, his stomach churning. What would his brother Ron do if he laid hands on his girlfriend? He'd probably go berserk, but Harry didn't care. He wasn't her owner, and he certainly didn't deserve her. If Fleur wanted him to touch her, then that's what he'd do.
Fleur crawled onto the lounge chair next to him and leaned face-down. Strands of her golden hair cascaded down her neck, and her tits jutted out on either side of her chest. She wiggled her ass and looked back at him. "Ready."
Gabrielle chuckled beside him. "Good luck, Harry." He sat on the edge of Fleur's chair, not bothering to look at Bill. Their confrontation was inevitable. There wasn't time for that. He squeezed a bit of sunscreen onto his hand and rubbed his hands together, warming them slightly before leaning in and applying lotion to Fleur's arms.
"Mmmmm... that feels amazing." She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. "Could you massage my back when you're done?"
