A Nightcap

I'm in Barcelona for a few days as a layover heading to a major conference. I love Barcelona - it's a city with an amazing energy. You can just feel it, touch it, smell it.

I'm staying at a boutique hotel this time, the Sir Victor, as a welcome change to the usual Ibis or other business hotels.

I enter the check-in desk. "Passaporte, por favor," asks the attendant on the other side. Credentials please.

On my left strolls in a dirty blonde, about to do the same.

I carefully eye her up and down. A tall, slender girl, a brunette with streaks of blonde, very leggy, full ass, and toned body. She's wearing a tight fitting work suit, which highlights the fact that she works out.

Our eyes lock, her beautiful hazel irises looking into mine.

I withdraw, slowly, to linger, but not to be too hasty.

"Russian, German?" I think to myself. I hope to see more of her.

I head upstairs to my sparse, but modern room.

I take a shower to settle down. I can't sleep, perhaps a bit too wired from the travel, perhaps I'm channeling the energy of the city. I've already eaten on the plane so no more tapas and cava for me now.

"Maybe I go swimming at the pool," I think, trying to find ways to come off the traveling high.

I change into my Vilebrequins, the quick drying, travel friendly brand.

I wear my slippers. I go upstairs. Into the fresh air.

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It's quiet up here, 10 PM according to my Tudor. I didn't manage to bring my Rolex, nor do I want to bring it, as it's a bit too flashy for European travel.

Quiet - except for the dirty blonde doing laps.

She's now adorned with a sharp dark one piece swimsuit. Her body is sleek, slim, toned, her strokes immaculate, her wake sleek and gentle. She glides over the water, her fingertips caressing the water as they enter, cupping it gently.

By the looks of it, she's a serious swimmer.

Well, I'm serious too.

I dive into the pool. It's been a while since my triathlon training, but I vaguely recall how to swim fast. The key is gliding, to spread yourself into the water, immersing into and becoming one.

I catch up to the dirty blonde, she to my left. I stretch myself, gasping for air, and front crawl. I inch ahead of her.

"Here comes the turn," I remind myself as I look slightly ahead, thinking to tuck in, roll, and push off the block. As I said, it's been a while.

I lose whatever advantage I had. I clumsily accelerate off the block, she already executing it, clearly knowing what to do.

She's back on top. As if she knows I'm trying to beat here.

I go all out, pumping my back muscles and lungs, reminding myself to glide, but wanting to pump my strokes.

My lungs burn. My legs kick. My thighs tight.

I stretch towards the last 10 meters. Glide. Out. Now!

I see the blonde touching the wall just after me.

She surfaces for air, her mouth open, gasping, passionate. She lost, and she yearns to know who has beaten her.

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"Good swim," I say to the dirty blonde smugly, hinting my dominance.

She asks me my name. I tell her a fake one.

"I'm Leena," she offers.

"Perhaps it's a fake one too," I think.

Leena's high from competition, her tits still moving up and down as she sucks in air. I imagine the beautiful breasts underneath that suit, dark nipples that I can suck.

I see her tattoos, one on the inside of her arms, the other underneath the water near her hips. I can't quite make out what they say, but I'm intrigued.

"Definitely Russian," I think.

She's here for a conference, a tech one. I think I know the one - I saw the posters as I was arriving.

"How did you get so competitive?" I ask, eager to know where she got her fire from.

She's an ex volleyball player. Played competitively for her country.

"That explains her body," I say to myself, taking in her beautiful form, her lovely face, her long, sinewy arms. She's still super fit, proud of her own body, someone who's in touch with it and knows what it needs and desires.

But it's her energy that draws me closer. It's something about her, maybe something about the competition, something raw.

I wade a little closer, my confidence high from winning the small competition, eager to get to know her.

We both had let our guards down, into the water, feeling the passion of the moment as we swam side by side. We were connected, through spirit, through the water, through competition.

And now that energy draws me close. Draws me closer to her body.

Our bodies meet. They touch.

I grab her hips. I kiss her passionately.

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Leena accepts me. She slips her tongue inside my mouth as I enter hers, my hand cradling the back of her head.

We embrace, our energies colliding, as if we've always known each other but having never met.

My hand searches for her ass, her back, something to pull her closer to me. I want her heart to feel mine, for our chests to join.

I kiss her, the kiss of a desperate man, searching for intimacy.

She emerges from our full kiss, gasping for air.

"I want your cock," she says out loud, "I want it now."

I scootch my ass up to the edge of the pool, on the stone. I comply, fumbling off my Vilebrequins, my cock jumping out.

Leena offers her pretty face to my soldier, taking it in, slurping and using her tongue to pleasure me.

I haven't been sucked off like this for a while. And not in public.

She continues with pace, puffing out her checks, looking into my eyes as she consumes with competitive ferocity.

It's as if I'm fucking a tight pussy, but the pussy is fucking me. Leena's lips touch the tip of my cock, smacking her lips when she tickles it.

I look up into the sky. The stars. The cool air. My cock being pleasured. The feeling is surreal.

"I'm going to cum," I tell her, "Swallow me."

Leena looks compliantly into my eyes, accepting the mission.

I cum. It hits her everywhere, in her mouth, in the back of the throat, my warmth surging in her mouth. It fills her mouth, like a warm cotton candy.

I lean closer to Leena, looking deeply into her eyes as she swallows. This dirty blonde goddess, my dirty blonde goddess.

She does so confidently and authoritatively, clearly a pro.

I withdraw from her mouth, my limp dick falling under its own weight on the stone, dry from being sucked clean.

I caress Leena's head carefully. I kiss her.

I taste my own cum as I taste her mouth. It's delicious, a potent mix of sex, saliva, and semen.

The Gentleman