The Freedom Ch. 05

Chapter 5: Swimming Lessons

Note to the readers: Please read the previous parts to understand the premise. Thank you for the waiting, and it is a slow paced detailed story. Of course what you expect will come, when it comes it will worth it. So please leave your feedback in comment. Love to hear and improvise. Thank you.

I felt dozy after the massage session, Leena too. We were sleeping next to each other, and the AC throws misty air right on my direction. I chose an orange crinkle crop top and a knee length skirt of the same material. The feather-weight flowy fabric draped over my body, the crop top skimmed my midriff, baring my toned navel. The matching skirt fluttered at my knee level.

Thinking the airy set was modest not clinging to my body. Hence, I'd skipped my bra and panties. Yet the way the fabric brushed my boobs, my thighs, and my hairy pubic area--it felt like I was nude but clothed for the sake of it.

Unless I tell, no one can say that I was all bare under the single layer of clothing. It looked very decent, even the navel would be visible only if I stretched my hands. One could see my bareness only if they could look from a low angle. Moreover, I would be wearing it only inside the room.

So, I stretched, my toes curling against the cool sheets, savoring the sensation, and memories of my daring escapades after I got the offer letter from the UK MNC. I awakened the sleeping dragon of desires inside me and let it pursue its whims and fancies, with the newfound freedom. Before flying to the UK, I wanted to gain some experience in fulfilling my body's natural craving. I have nearly a month to lose my virginity, no, to gain my freedom.

Though I initially focused on seducing Sam in this trip, things have gone in its own right. Not just Sam, I ended up showing my body to Jignesh as well. The massage surprise was out of the syllabus for me. I had to get back to my mission and get closer to Sam, without losing my image, without earning a slut tag.

My phone buzzed, shattering my calm day dreaming.

"Maya, come to Guru's room, quick. It is important," it was Sam, his voice tensed.

"On my way," I said, hanging up, something must be serious. I woke up Leena, alerted her. We sprang up and rushed to Guru's room. My single layer of clothing never crossed my thoughts as it was looking very modest to the outside. Even Leena did not complain about it, which she always used to do. She wore a loose shirt, and Bermuda shorts like a tomboy.

We sprinted through the resort's corridor to Guru's room, my boobs bouncing freely under the crinkle crop top, nipples teasing through the thin fabric, the skirt swishing against my thighs, brushing the sensitive skin above my knees. Men lounging on balcony chairs or stepping from rooms turned to stare--a sleepy-eyed guy froze, eyes tracing the jiggle of my chest. He was the one who ogled at me when I was taming the mechanical bull. Only halfway down, I caught his eyes. All he could see was just jiggles. I ignored him, as my mind was locked on Riya and Guru.

What did the two nerds do? - I thought.

Inside Guru's room, Riya sat on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, her chubby frame trembling. Her specs fogged with tears. Guru was drying her hair with a towel, and guilt visible in his face; meanwhile Sam and Jignesh stood nearby discussing something within them.

"What happened?" I asked, catching my breath. Leena and I sat on either side of Riya, I took the towel from Guru and continued drying the damp hair. In the process, my crop top rode up to flash my navel, the glistening dip drawn Jignesh's eyes. I handed the towel to Leena and turned to Sam.

"Guru and Riya can't swim, but they went to the private pool, thinking that they can play in the shallow end. Riya slipped, fell into the deep diving area, and nearly drowned. Pool staff saved her, but she's panicked, freaking out."

Riya's eyes were red, and she was still panting.

"Change the blanket, it got wet," Leena pulled her blanket. We saw love bites peeking from Riya's neckline--red marks trailing to her cleavage, a silent testament to the love birds' passion. Leena caught my eye, a knowing smirk flashing between us.

"I want to go home, Guru" Riya whispered, voice breaking. "Now!"

"Why? Even I drowned in the lake. Don't panic for this Riya," I tried to ease down the situation.

"No, when the pool guards rescued me, my top got lopsided. My body was exposed to all of them. I feel embarrassed to face them or anyone who stared at me again. I can't be here," she sounded genuine.

"If that's the case, you should have been long gone from here now," Leena teased me candidly.

"Shut up," I turned away from her and no one noticed it. "I can empathize you Riya, do whatever that makes you feel comfortable," I patted on her back.

Guru pulled out his phone, "I'll book a cab. We'll leave ASAP."

I shook my head, empathy overriding our plans.

"Fine, let's cancel the outing, we all can go back together," I said genuinely.

Riya's eyes softened, but she insisted, "No, no. You guys stay and have fun. I just... need to be home."

Guru checked cab availability, his face fell, "None available today."

He turned to Jignesh, "Can you drive us back in your car?"

Jignesh's jaw tightened, eyes flicking to me, lingering on the curve of my hips where the skirt hugged my skin. As if losing his chance to ogle was the real tragedy, he did not answer him.

"Bro, she is feeling uneasy here. Can't you help?" Sam asked Jignesh. They exchanged some stares, Jignesh probably asking, why can't you drive them back to Sam.

"Jigs bro, please," Riya requested him.

"Fine, I will drop," he agreed.

I stepped in, "Jigs, that's very kind of you. For this gesture, surely I'll throw a party for you, Riya, and Guru another day. Promise."

My smile was calculated, hiding my relief at his departure, the memory of his violation at Sam's house--his hand on my boob, and his wet signature on my skin--still afresh.

Jignesh grabbed his keys. They three packed their bags hastily and rushed to the car. It faded from our view at the distant hairpin bend.

A weight lifted; thank God he was gone. I knew that promised party to him would never happen.

I turned to Leena and Sam, "Let's not mope. I'm starving. So, lunch now, then snooker. We're having fun, cheer up," I rekindled the vibe clapping my hands, my boobs bouncing slightly, the skirt swishing to reveal a sliver of thigh.

Leena knew I would be in cloud nine to have my private moment with Sam. He was still tracing the dip of my navel, and he was all smiles as he earned the monopoly rights to ogle at me. Sam wore a weird t-shirt with holes and ugly messy graffiti in it. Forget about his pants, it has torn at his knees.

Leena and I could not control laughing at him. She outrightly commented, "You look like a beggar, Sam"

He called it fashion. Yet we made him sit on the floor and snapped a pic.

"Have a look," I said controlling my laughter.

"I think so," he said, "let me change this, I wore it casually inside the room."

"Come on. Even, I am wearing a casual. Let's go of lunch. You look cool as a cucumber," I pushed him towards the dining area.

I sat across him and Leena beside me. The chairs had no hand rest, which made a wild thing possible. I can sit with my legs spread and my pussy will be open, with Sam sitting just at a grabbing distance. In fact, our knees were touching occasionally, I felt the current transferring to my pubic area whenever our legs touched. Maybe because of the nakedness under my skirt, I felt it more arousing than being touched.

Hey, Sam, look under the table. I have a surprise for you. -- My mind thought wild. But I was not in a mindset to reveal my pussy so easy for him. Yes of course he had seen it once. But it happened without my knowledge, according to him. If I showed him deliberately now, it would spoil my image. But I could enjoy this feeling as much as I want. I started shaking my legs casually, letting my pussy lips rub against each other. Though I was in a public restaurant, with people around, I felt safe under the table and of course I was dressed.

Still, I felt nude in public, where no one bothered me. The unique arousal drove me crazy. I decided to stay like this all day long.

While having lunch, we decided to play snooker as it would be a relaxing indoor game. But only when we reached the game room, we saw three men working on the flooring.

A resort staff saw us and said, "Ma'am we are renovating the snooker room with glass flooring. The ground floor is not accessible. You can take the first floor if you want. It is ready."

We walked inside and saw the first floor -- actually a deck in the same room, with glass flooring.

"Wow... it looks cool. But will it bear our weight?" Leena got excited.

"It can withstand up to 3 tons, Ma'am," the staff assured.

"No Leena let's go and play something else," I said for my own reasons. I don't want to stand on a transparent glass flooring, wearing a skirt with no panties.

"Come on, Maya. You will not get drowned in it," Sam teased and without waiting for me. They climbed the stairs.

"It is tested ma'am. You can join them," the staff guy encouraged me to take the glass stairs.

You will be tested, if I take the stairs now. I said to the guy within my mind.

"Okay, you may go. I shall take care," I insisted, and he left. Thank God!

I took the first step on the stairs. The glass partially reflected the suspense hidden between my thighs. I looked at the three men at work, they seemed to be professionals, minding their own business.

It was thrilling. I stood as a cat on the wall. If I climb up, there is no coming back. The secret my skirt was holding would be exposed to anyone if they looked up the glass flooring of the first floor.

"We are starting," Sam urged me.

I joined them with no other option. I ensured to keep my legs crossed and maintained them as close as possible. I had one eye on the workers and another on the game. I could not focus and play effectively without free movement of my legs. I had to lean on the table, one leg raised, spread my legs for balance. But I restricted everything, hence giving undue advantage to Leena and Sam.

Then I saw the glassworkers were in fact placing reflective mirrors on the ground floor. That means they could have seen my bare thighs and bum long back. I wanted to confirm. I walked to another corner of the table. I saw them still looking at me. For unknown reason, it gave me an excitement.

I decided to let my guards off. All they can do is watch, I know they would not dare enough to take any advantage. I played it candid and casual. I relaxed my legs and gave them a good view of my secrets.

I knew I was very hairy down there and all they could was a hairy region. They may fancy the details in their imagination. So, I played with ease, unbothered. I got back into the game. A few moments later, I saw some movement in the ground floor. Instead of watching in the reflection, now they were looking straight up, pretending to work something on the roof.

I was about to play my last move and win the game. I lifted one leg to extend the cue and gain balance. Their mouths were wide open now. Then I pocketed the final ball and won the game. Sam and Leena were awestruck.

"This is how it is done," I told Sam and Maya. They could have thought Snooker. But I was telling about my game of showing. As walked down the stairs, I avoided eye contact with the workers, though all their eyes were on me.

I laughed inside, instead of Sam I again ended up seducing some random workers. Sam and Leena had no clue of it. It was already evening.

"Sam, please change your Begger costume and get ready for the pool side dinner," I insisted him.

Leena already headed to our room. I followed her with more thrill inside me. I turned into an exhibitionist, unknowingly but willingly.

I recollected the Manager telling us about some exquisite wines and vodkas the previous day. I know Leena drinks, as it was a custom in her family.

Why not drink tonight and get closer with Sam? I can walk out guilt-free saying that all happened under the influence of booze. - I thought it would work, but something alarmed me. No! I will lose my control, and it will be risky. Anything might happen. -- I dropped the idea. Why not pretend to drink and act drunk? That sounded like a very good idea.

I started working on the probabilities and execution. But Leena was buzzing around, I could not focus on my planning.

Then I asked her, "Lee, I have a doubt. What if the person who massaged you was a... trans like Somsak?"

"What? Never!" she got furious.

"You can't deny it for sure. He had seen you nude already. Sorry 'She'. May be a He? Leave it, it doesn't matter now." I laughed out and mocked her.

"No. I does matter for me," she left the room slamming the door. I expected it and it worked out.

I resumed my planning, to ensure no loose ends this time. The pool side dinner would be private to us. So, no outsiders. It will be Sam, Leena and me. Both of them used to booze. So after the party, I can make Leena sleep in this room, and I head to Sam's room by mistake. And then it will work out as planned. He would enjoy it whether sober or drunk. But I could steer the show if I pretended to drink. That's it.

I saw Leena running back to the room in 15 minutes and locked the door.

"What happened, detective?"

"I saw her..."

"Who?"

"My masseuse!" she said panting.

"So, a female. Then why are you panicked?"

She gulped water and said, "I barged into the female masseuse's room to confront her. But..." she paused and continued, "she was getting fucked by another trans masseuse."

"Must be Somsak!"

"Who cares. The trans was fucking my masseuse and murmuring with closed eyes 'loving it ma'am? Fuck you ma'am."

"He must be fantasizing me!"

"Whatever, luckily they did not see me. My masseuse glued her eyes to a threesome porn in the TV. So, I sneaked out back unnoticed like a kitten," Leena gasped.

"Haha... Wish they caught you in the act. It would be funny."

"I caught them in the act, technically," Leena laughed and casually rest her hand on me. I moved unexpectedly, and she ended up groping my breast.

"Maya!"

I knew what she was surprised at. She used her other hand to confirm it, touching both my braless ones.

"Were you been roaming like this?"

I smiled with approval. Her doubts now extended to my skirt.

"Down there too?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"No, no. You were standing on the glass floor and played for hours with men working down there. Stop kidding me, Maya."

"Why should I lie?" I lifted my skirt and showed her, "Can you see any panty?"

She pulled down my skirt, "Shameless girl."

"Look, I was casual at our room as always. We rushed just like that when Sam alarmed us about Riya. Not intentional at all, Leena."

"You should have told me before the snooker," her eyes met mine.

"I was a kind of enjoying the thrill. Moreover, what could go wrong when you are around?"

She shook her head and walked into the bathroom, "I need to loo."

I waited to explain to her, but she was not coming out for almost half an hour. All I could hear was hand shower's noise.

"I know what you have done inside," I told her when she opened the bathroom door.

"Done what?"

"You witnessed someone fucking for the first time... So..."

"Okay... So?"

"Stop acting, Leena. I would have done the same thing, if I witnessed something like you. It is natural. Stop pretending, at least with me."

"I am not pretending. And what you are doing is not natural. You are risking yourself," Leena said angrily and walked out of the room saying, "I will go for a walk, we shall talk later."

These kinds of arguments were not new to us. I knew we would be back to normal sooner. I shifted my focus on what to wear for the poolside dinner.

I chose a Rose Printed Tiered Tunic Top with Full Sleeve and a Pleated Asymmetric Tiered full-length skirt. The elegant costume covered all my skin--at least Leena would be happy, if not Sam. I got ready to surprise her.

She entered the room without a knock.

I expected her to say a wow! But she walked in like a Zombie.

"Leena! Can we end this meaningless spat?"

"Promise me, you will stop your public show-offs!"

"Okay, mother. I will not," I expressed a disappointment with her bossing attitude.

She sat beside me on the bed, kept her arm around my shoulders.

"Maya, I always stood by your side. You do anything with Sam. We know he is a safe bet. But do not put yourself at risk with strangers."

I found her concern genuine. "Okay," I nodded.

"Let me get ready, Maya." Leena swapped for a classic lehenga, elegant but modest.

"Heading to my wedding?" I teased her.

She rolled her eyes, checking her watch. It was 8.00 pm.

As we locked our rooms door, she asked, "I hope you are wearing..."

I paused her by lifting my skirt up to show my boxer panty covering till my thighs.

"You are in the corridor! Idiot!" She yelled at me.

"Trust me then. I made a promise, and I will keep it up!"

We reached the private roof top swimming pool. It was a secluded oasis, tucked behind bamboo screens and lush foliage, ensuring privacy. Only discreet staff glided in to serve, leaving us in an intimate bubble under the starlit sky. The shimmering water and lantern glow amplified the exclusivity. I was ready to execute my plan.

The dining table placed beside the pool was opulent, draped in white linen, adorned with candles and orchids. Seafood gleamed: grilled prawns, buttery lobster tails, raw oysters on ice, crab cakes, their aromas mingling with the night air. Premium wines--rich reds, crisp whites--and a bottle of vodka promised mischief. A silver bell sat at the table's edge, our link to the staff, who had left us alone until midnight.

Sam sauntered in, a floral shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chest, shorts screaming beach party. Leena and I waited, my yellow skirt and tunic top hugging my curves, thought not showing any skin. Leena's lehenga glowed traditionally. Sam grinned, eyes raking my dress.

We explored the seafood with curiosity. As per my plan, I poured water into my glass, pretending it was vodka, raising it.

"To my UK job," I toasted, with a grin inside.

We clinked glasses, Leena and Sam sipping Pinot Noir, while I mimicked their tipsy sway, water cool on my tongue. We savored prawns and lobster, and Sam waved the vodka.

"Shots, ladies?"

I nodded, smirking, switching it candidly with a glass of water but acting buzzed.

"Who is up for Oyster challenge?" Sam took one and consumed it like a half-boiled egg.

I tried it with a spoon. "Yuck! I am not eating this bird poop!"

"It is a French exquisite, Maya," said Leena and stepped in next.

She slurped an oyster and said, "very easy," and gulped another one.

As I predicted, she gagged before the third one and bolted to the restroom to vomit. She returned flushed.

"Give me something, I need to get rid of this smell," she searched around, downing a vodka shot, then a two more, her shy facade crumbling.

Leena slumped into a pool chair, lehenga fanning out, voice slurring.

"Okay Mr. Sam. I accept my defeat. Can you beat me in wrestling? Or may be Sumo," she stood up, pulling her sleeves up and lifted her lehenga exposing her thighs. She stood in the typical Sumo pose and challenged Sam.

Leena, emboldened by the vodka did not stop. Her eyes glinted with mischief, her lehenga hitched up to her thighs, exposing soft, creamy skin. She lunged forward with a playful growl. She shoved him hard with both hands, her fingers grazing his bare torso.

They stumbled, losing balance in the vodka-soaked chaos. Then tumbled into the pool with a splash. Sam struggled, his shorts clinging to his hips.

But Leena was relentless like drunken lioness in her prime. Even in the pool, she pounced. Though her wet lehenga dragged her, it was not slowing her down. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her body pressed closer. She laughed like playing with her toy.

Sam tried to wriggle free and his hands found her bare tummy, slick under the water. His fingers splayed across her skin, tracing the soft curve of her waist as he pushed, trying to escape her grip. But Leena, fuelled by the thrill of the wrestling, further tightened her hold. She swung herself onto his shoulder, her legs kicking playfully.

The motion pulled up her lehenga from her waistline along with her bra to reveal the her plump breasts, one pink nipple with a large, puffy areola peeking out brazenly. Unbothered by it, she clung to him, her bare skin brushing his neck, her breath hot against his ear.

"Tap out, Sam!" she demanded. Her slurring tone revealed the effect from the vodka. She pressed herself closer, her bare breasts now flush against his face. Her pink nipple, large and puffy, grazed his face, Sam's mouth almost buried in it and his lips brushed the sensitive peak with every struggle.

"Say I win, or I'm not letting go!" Her thighs squeezed his sides.

Sam's eyes widened, a mix of amusement and flustered heat crossing his face. He squirmed, his hands fumbling, unsure where to land without crossing a line.

"Leena, come on!" he protested, half-laughing, as he tried to twist away. But her grip was iron, her bare skin made it difficult for him further.

I stood by the pool's edge! Leena, you wild thing, doing what I wished to do? Stop that! I thought.

I laughed out loud.

Their heads snapped towards me, froze, forgetting their messy sumo wrestling. The pool's ripples settling around them. Leena, still draped over Sam, finally loosened her grip. Her bra was hopelessly askew, one breast half-exposed with the pink nipple with its large, puffy areola fully visible.

She didn't rush to fix it, her vodka-fuelled boldness keeping her shameless. Instead, she smirked at me, "What's so funny, Maya?"

"Think you can do better than this? Maya, Scaredy-cat. Do you know what a pool party is?" She taunted me.

I sipped my water, feigning a vodka buzz, my tongue loose.

"Old-school Leena in a lehenga? I would wear a bikini for my pool party, if you weren't here, grandma."

Leena's eyes narrowed, she adjusted her bra and pulled down her Lehenga top.

"What's the big deal? They are just fancy innerwear. I can wear a swimsuit. Wanna bet? "

"A bikini, Leena. Bet you'd never," I challenged her.

"I'll wear one now if you enter the pool." Her challenge hung bold.

Sam supported me, eyes glinting while sipping a beer. "I'll help you, Maya. No drowning."

Leena taunted again. "Go on, scaredy-cat!"

Annoyed, I jumped in, water lapping my midriff, my skirt clinging to my thighs. I dipped under, drenching my hair, my tunic top soaking, deep orange bra visible, boobs spilling under the thin layer of top like ripe oranges, hips swaying, water tracing my curves.

"Now what, old book?" I called, hands on hips, water dripping down my neck. "Where's your bikini, Leena?"

She got out of the pool and stunned us by peeling off her wet lehenga, standing in bra and panties. Her plump boobs strained, fuller than mine, curves bold in the lantern light, her thighs soft, soles planted firmly. Sam's jaw dropped, beer frozen mid-sip.

"That's my bikini," Leena declared, smirking. "I won. Bye."

She strode toward the entrance, ass swaying in her wet panties with each step. Her bra was padded hence prevented a potential see through boobs.

Sam lunged, grabbing her hand.

"Leena, put your dress on!"

She shook him off, too strong, but he caught her waist, pleading.

"No one controls me," her voice flared.

In a flash, she reversed his grip, tossing him into the deep end with a German suplex. Laughing, she watched him flail, then marched out, brushing past gaping staff, slamming her private pool room's door.

Some staff rushed in to check if everything was okay. I dunk myself till my neck to hide my wet body from them.

"We are fine. She just lost a challenge," Sam updated them.

"Where is she heading?" I asked.

"To your room, ma'am," one of the staff returned to confirm.

"Fine. You can leave. We will manage her," I instructed them.

They left us and closed the door. Back at the pool, Sam emerged from the water in front of me, his wet shirt clinging to his chest.

"How'd you do that?" I gasped, my thighs trembling in the water.

"Swimming, underwater," he grinned.

"But while being drunk how can you swim?" I asked naively.

"It will become your muscle memory, if you get used to it."

"I wish I know swimming like you, Sam."

I will teach you, he entered the shallow region of the pool. He guided me to the edge.

"Hold the wall, float."

Clueless, I flailed, my thighs splashing, toes skimming the tiles. He slipped behind, hands brushing my waist over my wet top, fingers grazing my navel, sending shivers, my bums flexing.

"Sway your legs," he instructed, hands lingering, sliding along my hips. My toes gripped the pool floor. His shirt was unbuttoned in the tussle with Leena and swayed in between to block me from seeing his face.

"Your shirt's hindering you," I murmured, feigning a buzz, voice sultry. I slid it off, tracing his abs, nails grazing. I felt the heat in my pussy though I am standing in a cool pool and my toes curled tighter.

"Much better," I purred looking at his eyes. I shifted my position and tried to float on my back. I lifted my legs, while balancing my hold to the pool's edge. I slipped.

Sam's hands gripped my hips over my skirt. My top slid upward, revealing my navel filled with water. My bums clenched with his hold.

"Your navel's a mini pool," he said in a husky voice husky. My skirt rolled up in the process and his bare hands touched my hairy thighs.

"Hairy girls are horny," he murmured, fingers lingering, bold yet teasing.

I laughed, "Not wrong."

"It is tough to focus on teaching you swimming, Maya," he said while his hands caressed my belly.

"This costume is full of frills and not swimming friendly," he said, fingers tugging the hem, eyes on my chest.

His hands glided over my shoulders, then dipped to my cleavage. His fingers grazed the tops of my breasts over the deep orange bra, teasing the sensitive skin. My nipples strained, craving more.

"Try floating again, Maya," Sam whispered, voice low and rough. "Keep your body loose."

I leaned back into his arms, the pool lapping at my chest. The bra's edge slipped as I stretched. One dark brown nipple broke free, glistening in the cool night air. I let it stay, a silent dare.

"Okay, I'm trying," I said, feigning effort. "This floating thing is harder than it looks."

He chuckled, guiding me to float on my back, my hand wrapping around his neck. His palm rested lightly on my bra-clad back, the wet fabric slick against my skin. His other hand cupped my ass over the soaked skirt, kneading with slow pressure. Each squeeze sent a warm pulse through me.

The water rippled, kissing my chest. My breasts jiggled, the bra slipping further with each wave. First one nipple, then the other, danced free. Their dark peaks played a teasing game under the lantern light, exposed to Sam's hungry gaze. His eyes locked on the sway of my tender breasts, a smirk curling his lips. My core throbbed with his silent worship. My curves swayed seductively in the ripples.

"Your top's getting in the way," Sam said, his voice playful but edged with frustration. "It's flapping around, messing with your form. Swimming's about freedom, Maya."

I laughed, the fake tequila buzz fueling my boldness. "What, this old thing?" I tugged at the crop top, letting it cling tighter to my bra. "Fine, help me out then."

He grinned, hands quick but careful, peeling the wet top off my shoulders. It floated away, leaving me in my bra. "Much better," he said. "Now, focus. Kick gently, like I showed you."

"I'm kicking, Sam," I said, rolling my eyes, playing along. "But it feels weird."

"Swim on your chest now," he murmured, voice thick. He urged me to shift. I rolled, eyes tracing the pool floor, water cradling my body. His hands moved--one splayed just below my bra, fingers brushing the soft underside of my breasts. The touch was electric, my nipples hardening to sharp points. His other hand slid to my thighs, caressing the bare skin under my skirt. Each stroke was slow, igniting a spark within me.

As I kicked, his hand crept higher, slipping beneath the bra's edge. His fingers grazed my breasts, kneading one, then the other. His thumb circled my nipples, teasing their sensitive peaks. My core clenched with every squeeze. Then he withdrawn his hand out of my bra.

"Your skirt's weighing you down," Sam said, his tone half-instruction, half-plea. "It's dragging, Maya. You can't swim properly with this."

"Is it now?" I teased, arching a brow. "What's it doing to my swimming, coach?"

"It's slowing your kicks," he replied, hands lingering on my hips. "You need to glide, not fight the water."

I nodded, and he eased the skirt down my thighs underwater. The fabric glided off, leaving me in my boxer panties, the wet cotton clinging to my form, my bush faintly visible.

"Float on your back now." His hands guided my waist, lifting me slightly, my body buoyant. I leaned back in his arms, water lapping at my chest, the bra's edge slipping as I stretched, one nipple popping free, the dark brown peak exposed, glistening in the cool air. I didn't bother to correct it.

"Better?" I asked, kicking lightly, my breasts swaying in the bra.

"Much," he said, eyes glinting. "Keep your arms loose."

"I'm trying, Sam," I said, mock frustration in my voice.

He paused, voice husky, a playful edge cutting through. "That bra's distracting me, Maya. I'm supposed to teach you swimming, but those two.. are playing hide-and-seek. It's teasing me, shifting my focus."

I smirked, seeing his gaze. "These two? I touched my nipples. What should I do about it, then?"

"Stop the teasing," he said, his eyes locked on my chest, where one nipple peeked out again. "It's driving me mad."

I laughed softly, tugging the bra to cover my nipple. "There, fixed." But as we resumed, my movements made it pop out again.

Sam shook his head, a low chuckle escaping. "Go in please." This time he touched them and pushed them inside my bra. I looked at him, without any words and continued swimming motions. And again, my nipples eagerly popped out to see what's happening.

"It's not working, Maya. That bra's useless."

I tilted my head, voice sultry. "Well, I have another way to end the teasing." With a slow, deliberate motion, I reached for the front hooks, unfastening them one by one. Each click was a sensual vow. The fabric parted, baring my firm breasts, their full curves glistening. My dark brown nipples stood proud, free from restraint. I slid the bra off, leaving it open in the water.

"Now it won't tease you anymore."

His eyes devoured my bare chest, water lapping at my skin. My breasts swayed with every movement. "Much better, without any distraction" he murmured.

I knew that my bra was his actual distraction.

"Now, float again. Show me you're learning."

"I'm floating, see?" I said, leaning back, my breasts bobbing, one nipple grazing the water's surface, the other fully exposed. His hands slid to my hips, fingers brushing the hem of my panties, teasing the skin. "Am I doing it right?" I asked in a coy voice.

"Perfect, now move to swimming on your chest," he said, gently kneading my breasts, his touch sparking my core. He resumed the lesson, hands caressing my hips, then my belly. Balanced my body to stay afloat.

"Now kick gently," he instructed. I increased the pace, and we drifted to the deeper end. Feigning fear, I clung to him, my bare breasts pressing against his chest. My thighs grazed his hips, nipples scraping his skin, sending shivers through me.

"Sam, it's too deep here," I said, playing nervous. "Don't let me sink."

"I've got you," he replied, leading me to the deepest part, where our feet couldn't touch. I wrapped my legs around his waist, arms around his neck. "Just hold on, you should shed your fear if you want to learn swimming," he said. "Pretend you're swimming."

Underwater, I nudged his shorts down with my legs. His erect cock sprang free, brushing my thigh, hot and pulsing. I grabbed it, its thick heat pulsing in my hand. A fake squeal escaped me.

"Oh my God, Sam, I caught some snake, I guess!" I used this opportunity to cling on to him ever tighter, crushing his cock in between out thighs.

"Ouch, it is right there crawling up on my thighs," I climbed up further to brush my boobs on his face.

He laughed out loud and allowed me to slide back on his body, till I reached neck level of water.

"A snake wouldn't be that hard, Maya." He guided my palm underwater, placing it on his balls. "Feel that. No snake has balls."

"I don't want to be in deep water, take me back to the shallow area, I want to stand," I said him. I pretended swimming, and he lifted me back to the shallow region. My boobs were outside the water level.

I smiled, "I thought it was a snake for real, where is it? I am gonna punish that thing," I reached for his cock and started stroking him under the water, savoring the warmth.

His hand automatically slid inside my panties, fingers finding my sensitive spot, teasing and circling. My pussy clenched as he explored, his touch deliberate, pushing me closer to the edge. He inserted his finger inside my pussy and felt my softness. I stroked him faster, matching his rhythm.

We were mutually masturbating on an open pool. Standing in hip level water, in a topless state, I was having a wild dream come true moment. I had another plans in mind, but it ended up this way.

"I am done," he was panting like anything. I looked under the water and saw a stream of white cum trailing to the bottom of the pool. He withdrew his finger from my pussy. Though I am not done, I felt satisfied with the progress I made. I continued pretending to be drunk. He lost all his alcohol's effect and got my effect on his body now.

The fifteen-minute warning bell rang, sharp and jarring at 11:45 p. m. Staff would arrive soon. We scrambled out, Sam's hands roaming as he lifted me to the pool's edge. His face grazed my bare breasts, midriff, belly, navel, and panty-clad form. His breath was hot, teasing every inch. I stood, topless, water cascading down my curves.

My firm breasts glistened in the lantern light, nipples proud, swaying slightly with each step. My eyes locked with Sam's, a seductive glint sparking. I sauntered toward my discarded clothes, hips rolling, my topless walk a deliberate tease, my core humming with his rapt gaze from the pool.

He swam to the other end of the pool to pick up my floating deep orange bra. He brought it to me.

"No time to wear it. You keep safe, I will collect it later at your room," I said leading down to pick my top. My breasts dangled, offering Sam a fresh angle. Their full weight shifted downwards due to gravity. The dark brown nipples caught the light, pointing downward, water dripping from their peaks.

The provocative display made his breath catch. I straightened slowly, holding the top, letting it dangle from my fingers. My breasts remained bare, tingling in the cool night air. With deliberate slowness, I wore my top. It outlined my breasts, nipples faintly visible through the layers. and then the skirt. Sam's eyes tracked every move, his desire thick in the air.

"Thanks for the swimming lessons," I purred, leaning close. I kissed his lips, my breath warm against his skin, then pushed him back into the pool with a playful laugh.

From the water, he watched, mesmerized, as I collected Leena's wet lehenga. I swayed my ass as I left. Just as I walked towards the door, staff entered, ogling my walk.

"Time's up, Sir," they said to Sam. He climbed out, his hard-on evident, and headed to his room.

Back in my room, Leena slept on the sofa, still in her bra and panties, her plump boobs rising with each breath. I left her there, entering the bathroom, stripping off my wet clothes one by one--top, skirt, panties--until I stood naked, my body tingling. My fingers found my pussy, sliding through my bush, circling my clit, stroking deep as I leaned against the wall, my boobs bouncing with each thrust.

I could have walked to Sam's room to further the things to the next level. But I resisted myself. The intellect in me stopped me from doing further things with him in inebriated state.

My phone buzzed--Sam. I answered, silent, my fingers still moving. He was quiet too, then he spoke, voice husky, mid-moan. "Are you awake?"

"I feel sleepy, who is this?" I pretended a sleepy tone.

"Sam here, nothing, Maya. Called to say good night. Thanks for the poolside dinner," he replied.

"Will talk in the morning, Sam," I yawned pretending falling asleep and waited him to disconnect.

Shit you missed the chance, Sam - I heard him blaming himself before ending the call.

I laughed. I knew exactly what we'd done, but tomorrow, we would meet like nothing happened.

I fingered myself under the shower, and fulfilled my orgasm, but not my craving for a real experience.