Erotica, Series

The Leatherbound Diaries, Part 13

Oderberger Mermaid: Cathy picks up a man in a hotel and cums and gives head like a mermaid

I was restless and feeling down as I passed the Oderberger Hotel, and without hesitation, I entered its lobby. The woman at reception didn’t notice me as I went straight to the bar. I climbed on a stool and ordered a spritzer. I was halfway through my second when a man in his thirties introduced himself as Georg and offered me a refill. He smelled nice, and I liked his eyes. He seemed the right man to soothe my unrest. He told me he was a journalist, and I saw no ring on his right hand.

After we’d shagged in his room, I went to the bathroom to pee and felt calmer. It hadn’t been a mind blowing fuck, but his cock felt good inside me and my orgasm had lingered as I rode him.

When I came out of the bathroom, Georg had fallen asleep and he looked sweet, so I snuggled up against him. We woke about an hour or two later, and it surprised him to find me still there. We kissed, and I caressed his cock until it was hard and placed it between my thighs. I leisurely rubbed my pussy against it, but Georg stopped me and asked if I fancied a swim. Without waiting for my answer, he got up and put his boxers on.

‘Come,’ he said, and I grabbed my underwear off the floor, hurriedly putting it on to follow him.

It was the middle of the night, and the hallways were quiet. Georg took my hand, and we tiptoed barefoot in our underwear down the stairs. I knew the Oderberger had been built as a public bathhouse more than a hundred years ago, but when we entered the cathedral like swimming pool area, my mouth fell open. The lights were dimmed, and the high, domed ceiling looked ominous. All along the pool were arcades with a balcony on the first floor. It was the most beautiful swimming pool I’d ever seen. Georg led me down the steps into the water. I stopped to remove my underwear. He smiled and did the same. Naked, we slid into the water and it felt amazing. I dived under and let my hands glide over the sea-blue tiles. When I came up again, Georg swam to me and took me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed his erect cock against my pussy. We kissed and floated around in our embrace, rubbing against each other. It was such a delightful feeling, and I loved Georg for it. I wanted him inside me, so I took his cock and moved it to my entrance. I was aroused enough, but being in the water made the penetration feel harsh.

‘Slowly,’ I whispered to Georg.

He held me under the buttocks as I lowered myself bit by bit on his cock, yoyoing slowly. His girth stretched me with every push and the more my arousal lubricated the friction, the more the abrasiveness subsided until we were fucking smoothly and weightlessly.

‘You can’t come inside me,’ I said to Georg between kisses. He nodded as he spread my ass cheeks with his hands, touching my labia with his fingertips. A pleasant jolt added to the buildup of my impending orgasm. I held on to him more firmly, and our kissing became greedier, but still quite languid. My mind drifted, but with no concrete thoughts. It was like I was thinking in colours and atmospheres. It seemed like we were underwater where sound loses its higher frequencies, leaving a low hum that resembles blood flowing through veins or a surf gently reaching the shore. I pushed myself down on Georg’s cock and wriggled as my orgasm flooded my senses. My moaning bounced off the water and against the arcades, creating a church like reverberation. I looked at Georg and saw how close he was to his orgasm. I let his cock slip out of me and dived. I grabbed his bum and held myself down underwater while taking his crown between my lips. Eagerly he fucked me in the mouth, and soon enough his cum shot over my tongue and against my throat. I held it in and quickly came up. I gasped for air and swallowed his spunk. Georg looked at me like I was a mermaid, which made me laugh. I felt wonderful.

Back in his room, we showered and went back to bed. We slept until eight and he offered me breakfast. We dressed, went down to the dining room and, like starved children, we filled our plates from the breakfast buffet.

I don’t know why, but I waited for him to get his suitcase from the room and watched him check out. We walked out of the hotel and Oderberger Street was bustling and lively. The sun was shining brightly, and I accompanied Georg to the nearest subway station. We said goodbye with no stupid promises for the future. It was nice to understand each other like this. I watched him disappear towards the platforms and went for a walk in Mauerpark. I looked at the joggers, the playing children and the elderly ladies as I strolled passed the remnants of the Berlin Wall. This once divided city suits me.

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