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Huge Surprise in Swim Trunks ch.5
🕑 Added 2024-06-09 00:38:34 +0000 UTCIt was an old Russian song with a mournful refrain, sung in a clear voice. At first, Harry thought it was a sad song until he saw the smile on her face as she sang and caught a few words he'd learned over the years.
"Molodoy chelovek..." Harry knew it meant young man, and "Lyubov..." meant love. She was still singing when she placed a plate with a cut sandwich and a cold beer from the fridge in front of him.
The beer was a surprise, as was her closeness as she sat with him to eat. Harry's worries about awkwardness vanished as she talked about his upcoming classes and her work schedule. When she mentioned the girls and his morning with Daphne, his cheeks finally warmed, and he buried his face in his plate.
"I always suspected her tough exterior hid a soft spot," mom remarked, winking at Harry. "I should know."
"She's tougher than I thought," Harry said. "She didn't flinch while gutting the fish."
"I wish your sister was that brave."
"Tracey will manage in life."
"I'm not so sure," mom shook her head and slumped into her chair. "She's spoiled, headstrong, and her priorities with men are all wrong. She could learn something from her friends. At least they recognize a good man when they see one."
Her pale blue eyes lingered on Harry in a way that made him shift in his seat. The silence stretched, and Harry felt her foot slide up his leg, watching her chest rise and fall, her cheeks flushing. The moment was thick with tension, but the atmosphere shattered when the girls burst into the cabin.
"What's for lunch? I'm starving," Tracey asked, oblivious to the moment she had ruined.
Harry's smile tightened into a thin line as he stood to fetch plates and sandwiches for the girls. After their outing, it turned out that most of the campsites were empty. A rattlesnake infestation and poor management had led the county to close them down, and the only people staying there were trailers that looked like meth heads.
"That's creepy," Fleur said with a shiver.
"Then I don't want you girls going near it," Harry frowned and muttered to himself about property values dropping because of that lot.
Harry was more concerned about crime, but he suspected those camping on the abandoned site wanted as little attention as possible. Daphne mentioned warning the local sheriff, and Harry said they probably already knew, but it wasn't a bad idea. The girls took on the project, and Harry jumped on his jet ski to kill a few hours on the lake.
When Harry pulled up to the cabin twenty minutes later, he noticed Fleur sitting on the dock and motored closer. The blonde waved at him and grabbed the life jacket sitting nearby. "Harry said you could teach me how to ride," her cheeks flushed a cheerful pink, and he returned her smile. "How good of a swimmer are you?"
"Daphne and I were lifeguards for two years. You don't need to worry about me drowning."
"I was more concerned about whether you could swim back after falling off," Harry laughed.
The girl jumped into the water, and Harry let her grab the handlebars of the jet ski.
"First, you want to feel the balance of the bike in the water." Harry guided her hands to the throttle, ensuring she had a good grip before allowing her to give it some gas.
As the jet bike shot forward, it tore her hands from the grips, and the jet ski zoomed several meters ahead of her before dropping to idle and circling in place. The burst of water shocked Fleur, who let out a loud laugh as she looked down. Diving into the water behind her, Harry noticed the front of her bikini had been torn, exposing her bare breasts beneath the life jacket.
"Now I understand why you were asking," she said before stretching through the water toward the bike.
Harry swam beside her, his head up in a water polo style, surprised by her speed. She caught up to the bike, wiped the water from her face, and pulled herself back into position behind it.
"That's your first lesson," Harry murmured, slipping in behind her. "How to recover the bike. Now you just need to learn how to stand up."
"Is that all?" Fleur rolled her eyes, but the smile didn’t leave her face. Harry also noticed she didn’t bother putting her bikini top back on.
Harry floated behind her, keeping one hand on both of hers as he showed her how to ride the bike at a few miles per hour, lying behind her. Fleur was petite, so shifting the bike’s weight was more challenging for her, but her athleticism helped.
It took a few attempts, riding back and forth across the cove, for her to get the hang of it. Each one became more difficult for Harry as he worried less about her getting hurt and became more aware of the body lying under him. Fleur didn't have the eye-catching rack of her friend, but her tight gymnast-like body and small ass pressing against his growing stiffness were just as distracting as her flirtatious smiles.
"I think I'm getting the hang of it," she said as Harry came up beside her. "I want to try standing now."
"Go ahead," Harry nodded. "Just remember what I told you about starting on your knees."
"Will you... help me get started?" Fleur asked.
The girl didn't need any more help, but when that pale ass surfaced and she flashed Harry a dimpled smile over her shoulder, he couldn't refuse. Sliding in behind her, he repeated the instructions on how to find balance on her knees before she climbed onto her feet. As she did, Fleur managed to push herself back into him, resting her firm buns against the tent in his swim trunks.
"Okay," she said, giving the bike some gas.
"I can ride with you the first time," Harry said, not wanting to break contact with the warm, naked body of her legs. "I'll show you how."
"Please do!"
Harry had seen others do this when he was younger but never had the chance himself. It was always the older boys teaching the girls how to ride, and now he understood why. The best way to teach someone was probably to let them try and fail, gaining balance in the water each time, but his young mind was distracted by the jubilant teen stretching out in the water below him.
Climbing onto the Jetstream, Harry braced one knee on the rear of the bike's platform. Balancing was tricky, especially when Fleur began climbing up the bike beneath him. The water jet nearly pushed her off, but stretching a leg back out and using it like a rudder to angle the bike helped her stay on.
"I’m up!" Fleur's head nearly hit Harry's jaw as she suddenly stood, and only a quick shift of his hips kept them from toppling over.
The look on her face was priceless as Harry opened the throttle and they shot across the water. Shot across was an overstatement. With the two of them on the bike, it was a slow beast, but they managed to push a wall of water ahead of the bow.
"Take the throttle," Harry suggested, allowing her to slide her hand under his.
Fleur stiffened for a second, then relaxed, giving the bike more gas. She smiled at him, biting her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with joy, and Harry felt the same flutter in his gut that he had earlier with her friend.
They rode back and forth across the cove for a minute as Fleur got the hang of the bike. Then Harry jumped off. Unfortunately, she couldn’t maintain balance and fell, forced to swim back, but now she had the feel of it. After two more attempts, she was riding solo, wobbly but moving, and the open-mouthed grin on her face showed she was having a blast.
The girl circled back and forth across the cove for a few minutes, then rode by, and Harry jumped back on. Fleur was small enough to stand between him and the bike's handlebars without much problem. Her weight didn’t slow them down much, and Harry revved the engine once they were balanced and took off, loving the shout of delight that escaped Fleur.
He took her on a ride through his favorite spots, even jumping over a passing boat's wake, careful not to get caught in its propeller. This made Fleur clutch his arms and hold tight, her firm ass pressing against him. When he passed a deserted cove with a sandy beach at the back, she pointed to it, and he angled the jet ski.
"Let's go for a swim!" she grinned mischievously at him, then let go and dove into the water.
Harry's eyes widened as she shed her life jacket, then her bikini top and bottom, tossing the pile of clothes onto the sand. Rolling onto her back, the blonde frowned.
"The water is perfect... want to join me?"
Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pink dots of flesh breaking the water's surface and groaned as he landed the jet ski. When he hesitated with his hand on the string of his swim trunks, Fleur turned for a better view and laughed at the blush on his cheeks.
"Is Harry shy?" she shook her head in mock astonishment. "I never thought I'd see the day."
"Then you haven't been paying attention," Harry said, feeling warmth spread across his chest as he tossed his trunks onto the shore, where they landed on Fleur's jacket.
"Oh, I've been paying attention," she said, a purring tone in her voice that made Harry look away, which he immediately regretted.
Her large blue eyes focused on the erection swinging between his thighs, and with a muttered curse, Harry dove into the water, letting the cool mud slosh around his knees. She winked at him, then rolled onto her back and lazily swam out to deeper water. Her body stretched out on the water's surface, and it was Harry's turn to stare at her firm form, his mouth dry until he realized his jaw was hanging open.
