Humiliate her

Qing is a pretty good swimmer. She's short and can't reach the bottom of the pool, so she's been kicking to stay afloat this whole time. She's not making moving any closer to you, though, so you both just stay there, awkwardly.

"So, uh..." you say.

"Oh! Sorry." She realizes this is her cue, and grabs your hand to steady herself. You're not sure what she's going to do, and it doesn't look like she's sure about it either. She looks back at the group again one last time.

In an awkward movement, she juts her breast forward into your hands. Your fingers begin to grope, and massage. She's clinging on to your hand now to stay afloat, and looks back yet another time at her group, as if she knows she's doing something wrong, very wrong, and trying to get away with it.

"Don't look!" You say. "You'll look even more suspicious."

"Okay, okay." She turns back.

Both your hands are now groping both her breasts, kneading them. She's clinging on to your outstretched arms, which makes it look like she's holding your arms hostage. Your finger finds its way under the string of her bikini top, and follows the trail down into her nipple, beginning to trace circles and tickle. She lets out a cute little noise.

Before she could stop herself she's looking at the group yet again, and forces her head back. Suddenly, in a greatly synchronized motion, she takes a deep breath, twirls around your arm and into your body, all while submerging herself underwater. Her ass touches your penis, just two layers away from skin-on skin contact. She's almost fully submerged, only her hair is above water, but in order to stay so her arms reach out behind her for something to hold on to - your ass.

Both your hands now cannot continue groping without also pulling her closer to you. They insert from the side into her bra, and the twiddling of her nipples continues.

You wonder whether she's aware of your dick now poking her in her bare back, save for the bikini string across in the middle. You continue like that for a few seconds before you feel her move again. As she resurfaces for a breath, the whole of her back grinds against you - you feel the contour of her shoulder blades trace from your abs to your chest, also the knot of her bikini string and her bikini bottom. Your dick feels the friction, and you have to turn away because you don't want to cum yet.

In the brief moments with her head above the surface she wipes her eyes to check on the group. If only she brought goggles. She closes her eyes and goes under again. The friction would have dragged your pants down if it weren't for the hook of your erection.

While Qing is underwater busy with your fingers, you catch Sarah idle. Her hands are still tightly clamping on her breasts and pussy. You catch her attention and nod in the direction of Qing's group.

Sarah looks shocked. The hand covering her pussy surfaces and gestures at her own body.

You roll your eyes and nod at the group again.

Qing surfaces, quickly takes another breath and submerges again.

You look at Sarah. She's shakes her head, and makes a face at the volleyball game that she has to pass to get to the group.

You nod.

She shakes her head.

You give her the elevator eyes, a particularly mean and slow leer at her body, going down, then back up again to her face. She knows she's in big trouble if she doesn't do what you say.

She recoils in agony, and heads in the direction of the group.

As for Qing, that's enough attention for her breasts. One of your hands goes down under and scoops her up under the knee, so she is now curled in a fetal position. Her hair brushes against your chest, and she's still holding on the your under hand, still working away at her nipple. Her top is now disheveled and doesn't cover her nipples, but she either doesn't notice or doesn't mind anymore. With her ass now pointed outward, you launch a finger into her bottom and do to her as you did to Sarah. She launches herself out of the water with your arm for a quick breath and goes back down again.

You begin to move, carrying her like a moving, masturbating human package, away from the edge of the pool. You planned to carry her to the volleyball players, but they're gone. They're all at the other side of the pool, crowding around Sarah. Oh well.

You take one more look at Sarah to make sure nobody's touching her.

The group of Asian girls are climbing out of the pool, some are already making their way here. Each one of them is stunning. You marvel at the sight of this whole group, all clad in bikinis and bathing suits, excitedly tip-toeing their way to form a circle of audience around you and Qing. They're pointing, jeering, and recording with their phones.

You expect Qing to notice something wrong by now, but she's convulsing in your arms. Bubbles surface. She surfaces to take another breath, but her eyes remain closed. She's so quick she doesn't even hear the chatter of Chinese around.

You raise her to the surface. "Qing," you say. "Qing!"

She's still in your arms, and wipes the water from her eyes, in a look of what's wrong? before she sees the whole group around her.

She screams.

The group erupts in laughter. She tries to dive deeper into the pool, but my arms stop her. She can only wriggle vainly.

"Wait, wait," you say. She's pissed and red and scolding you in a frantic stream of Chinese words. "Take off your top," you say.

"No!" she screams, and cries because she knows she has ****, already untying the knot at the back. It's funny watching her do this with her still in your arms. You take the top from her hand and just release it, so that it slowly floats away.

"Your bottom too," I say. She's crying as she slips it down her legs, still in your arms. You let the bottom float away too. "You can't touch any clothes for the rest of the day," you say, and finally let her go. "No, please!" she pleads, but you make your way to Sarah. A heated discussion in Chinese follows.

Sarah is still covering her privates when you reach her. She's grateful to have someone to hide behind. Most of the volleyball players are already starting another round or went to see Qing.

"When are you going to let me wear something?" She says, and begins pulling your arm to go somewhere. Soon, you reply. You end up in the Jacuzzi, which is connected to the pool, but Sarah has to hoist herself into the air to traverse the boundary. It's not a big deal, though. The Jacuzzi at a corner of the pool, surrounded by shrubbery with blocks the view of the pool. Water drips from her body as she emerges out of the water, with the grace of a siren, to get into the Jacuzzi. Although only for a brief moment, you catch what you would have otherwise missed - her hand isn't just covering her pussy, she's masturbating.

You cross into the Jacuzzi yourself. It's quieter. She seems to have lost all sense of modesty she outright masturbates with one hand, and rests the other on your rising dick.

"You didn't finish with me," she says.