Yes, she does.

The velvet cover on Una’s boots was soaking wet, but they were tight enough to not let any water inside them, and so was the swimsuit. She was ready to take another try, however, the mission was different now.

The girl needed to dive to the pool’s bottom and get the remote, and only then proceed to the other end. To cut the distance to the remote, she decided to enter the water with a jump.

Una placed the round toeboxes together and her hands along her sides, then took a small jump forward. She reached the bottom heels first, then bent her knees and touched the cold tiles with her hands. Much to her surprise, the remote was only a few inches from her left hand, so she stretched it out to get the device.

However, the hand disobeyed to get away from her thighs. It was attached, as if by a chain.

“That wasn’t a hard job, was it? What the fuck?”

Una looked at her left hand to investigate, and did not believe her eyes. Two D-rings on her bracelet and on her swimsuit’s thigh part were linked together. This weird incident, added to both anal and vaginal flush that was even stronger this time due to higher water pressure at greater depth, led to Una’s air supply running out quickly. She snatched the remote with her right hand instead and bounced off the bottom to the sweet surface.

Moaning on exhale as she swayed her limbs to advance, the girl was doing her best to keep above the water, using her right hand only.

“Ease the tension. Right now. You need it.”

And she needed it. Una looked at the remote in her hand, then to the other side of the pool.

“Yeah. I can throw it from here.”

That was what she did. The plastic device hit the white floor and stayed. After that, Una took a deep breath, closed her eyes, lowered her head under the water and let her body explode in another orgasm. The water inside her appeared to be boiling hot, and she felt like she was flying in open space at a speed of thousands kilometers per second.

Out of both air and uncontainable excitement, Una felt her heels touch the bottom again and bounced to the surface again. Traditional swimming techniques were unavailable to her, so she just repeated the inhale-exhale-dive-jump cycle until she could finally grasp the white tiles.

So familiar and so disgustingly cold to her wet fingers, yet so necessary and desired. Una could not reach the shoreline with her left hand, so she swung her right boot onto it and pulled herself up as hard as she could. Finally, the girl rested on the hard surface, but not for long enough to freeze to it.

Wet rubbery boot soles were squeaking loudly and echoed around the hall as Una unsteadily approached the door, picking up the remote for her boots on her way.