Perfect timing to stop by
Decided to stop by on my long way back to Frankfurt yesterday, great decision. There's a party today, Saturday 18. And that ment that it was a lot of girls working. Met DIA, Tia and one that I don't remember the name on. Full satisfaction as this is a true FKK and public action is allowed. One guy went on the stage with a girl, no applause but I think he was satisfied. Very few girls bother you and a no is a no. When the club was full of girls as yesterday it was a great club. Will sure visit again to see if it was a one hit wonder wonder. Happy hour before 14:00 but I didn't get there in time. 50 normal entry. If I should recommend one of the girls it has to be Tia. Tall, thin, saggy tits and big nippels, large labia. Excellent BBBJ. CIM is standard 50 extra. No begging for extras and no hassle about tipping. Have some more days but after 12 sessions in just five days, I need a break. Trying the smaller clubs south of Frankfurt next week.
Another underreported FKK!
I'm sure future GPS navigators will have FKKs preprogrammed as well as warning functionality for when it's time to take the Viagra (typically 45 minutes to destination). My GPS still requires me to do all this manually and I thought it had let me down when I first drove past Finca Erotika without seeing it. They probably keep the exterior so inconspicuous because it's so close to the residential area. The array of girls this early Friday afternoon was not inconspicuous though. I would say this was the best line-up among all the "smaller" FKKs I've visited so far. Anything you find at Sharks' or Oase's you will find here, only in lesser numbers.
It's cheap too, 35 euros entry. That's the happy hour price, towel only, if you want a bathrobe it will set you back 3 euros. Don't expect very good food. The sauna is OK and the outdoor area is not ridiculous. On the negative side, the locker room is cramped and you don't automatically get a safe (I think you can have one for a fee). I stopped asking the girls where they came from after my 3rd sex-partner turned out to be Romanian. I'll now assume if a girl doesn't tell me where she comes from after I tell her where I come from, she's Romanian. They have at least one is Bulgarian though because she told me so before I evaded her with the usual "maybe later".
As I was due at Sharks' the next day, I'd booked a hotel 40 kilometers away further South (towards Frankfurt). The hotel was quite a distance from the motorway, in a picture postcard place called Balduinstein. The romantic setting made me feel the pangs of solitude. There I was, having fucked 6 girls I'd have died for as a teenager, and not a single one to share this special moment of my life. Then again, if one had been with me, she would not have been sharing in anything (except my money). She would've been texting the whole world, looking up only to ask me do buy her cigarettes or phone credits. Didn't the late Robbin Williams say: "There's something worse than being alone, and that's being with someone who makes you feel alone"?
TR FKK Finca Erotica Dierdorf. Sunday, early October 2015
TR FKK Finca Erotica Dierdorf.
Sunday, late September 2015.
Poststrasse 20.
Dierdorf, Germany.
INTRODUCTION.
I had been interested in checking out Finca for years; it had a reputation on the boards for a good out-of-the way FKK to visit, and because I was going to be traveling along the A3 anyway up to DUS, I'd might as well check it out to break up the journey.
GETTING THERE.
Dierdorf seems to be far away from everything--even after you exit the autobahn you have a fairly long drive along a forested road to get to the town itself. Once there it is easy to find the club--just turn right onto Poststrasse, drive up the hill; the club is right next to the small supermarket.
INTRODUCTION.
I parked in a marked space in front--there were about 5 cars or so there already when I arrived at 1130. Buzzed in and was greeted at the check in window by a guy, which I don't think I have ever seen in an FKK. Behind him I could see that the front desk extended out into the club and towels were neatly arranged on shelves behind him, carefully folded so the embroidered Finca Erotica logo was visible when stacked.
Paid 35 EUR for happy hour entry; you tell the guy your shoe size and he gives you a locker with the slippers already in there. This is a little contrary to the usual Germany efficiency--wouldn't it be better to alternate big guys / little guys because there isn't much space in that locker room?
The girls locker room adjoins the mens, so when that door is open you get a good look at the girls undressing from their street clothes and getting all primped up and ready. The usual push showers run really really hot or really really cold; the plumbing in this place must be pretty old.
There are money lockers just inside the club entrance from the locker room, but I never saw anyone use them, and my key didn't fit that lock anyway. So I just kept my wallet and phone in the big locker--there was so much traffic in that locker room anyway where I don't think anyone could try any break-ins.
CLUB.
Inside the club is as you see in the photos on their website, albeit much darker than expected. I could barely see until my eyes adjusted; I saw several nice young naked girls but couldn't make out their faces that well. Light streams in from the large glass panes looking out onto the garden--lots of guys and girls hung out there smoking. I don't think smoking was allowed elsewhere in the club.
I went immediately to the breakfast buffet and loaded up on food. My shitty out of date hotel near the DUS airport was going to charge 19 EUR for breakfast, and I think I did better at Finca, with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, yogurt and muesli, and so on. Plus dinner later I think I ate up 35 EUR worth of food and drink. I was happy with this FKK visit already.
I sat in the bright sunny smoking lounge for a while and tried to ignore the smoke as best I could. A magazine rack held old back issues of Flex and MuscleMag, and I thought it funny to have a rack of magazines touting beefy oiled musclemen instead of hot chicks. After going through a bunch of them I felt like I should go to the gym and lift, having stuck merely to a more primeval regimen of pelvic thrusts and involuntary kegel contractions for the past few days. Good thing they don't have contests and magazines for aficionados of such exercises.
Corrina, the skinny one of the girls I saw earlier came by and I chatted with her for a while. In the bright sunlight her nose was too prominent but her body still looked great, all lean and toned and tan. I used my "I just ate, I need to rest first just like if I was swimming" excuse and shooed her away.
Angie, the Alyssa Milano-esque bartender, was hustling around getting drinks for guys and girls and washing dishes and glasses in the interim. I got black tea and green tea, and when I asked for still water later, she just got me some from the bar sink tap. I noticed that when girls got any drink, she would punch a hole in a card, but only punched holes in guys' cards when they ordered alcoholic drinks.
I took my time scoping out the girls before sessioning. PL likened the lineup to a mini World, and I concur, except that I haven't been to World in quite some time. Yet there was a sizable Romanian contingent of course, a couple of pneumatic blondes here and there, and a sparrow flock of dark haired spinner girls. I had first categorized such girls as "sparrows" during my 2008 visit to World ([URL]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?1464-FKK-World-Giessen&p=746939#post746939[/URL]. ), where I would always see a clutch of Rom / Bulg dark haired petite types diving and swooping upon reclining male patrons--here in this mini-World club, the same was true.
I walked upstairs to the kino--nothing going on in there, but this tall skinny older blonde with enormous bolt-ONS came up the stairs to try to strike a deal. Natasha had an amazing man-made body. But I don't go for the Barbie types, even though this lady's proportions were actually quite close to Mattel's fantastical sex action figure.
I met a couple of girls at the bar. Annabella was friendly and flirty, purposely rubbing her big natural tit against my arm as we talked. Rebecca had a more Nordic look than the other sparrows, but wasn't really floating my boat either.
I finally got the urge in mid afternoon, and having distilled my to-do list down to one of the sparrows, decided instead to go grab this forlorn-looking girl sitting by herself at the bar. Mirella she had a slight resemblance to one of my former coworkers, perhaps mixed with Cher Bono. But her body was all fresh and young and unmarked by tattoos, which was a nice change of pace.
During our little interview at the bar I was surprised to hear she didn't speak any German or English. I started second-guessing my pick. "Um, how about Espanol? Francais? Nihongo? Putonqua?" Nope to all of them. I wasn't about to try Klingon. But the call of the dick was there anyway, and so I said "Zimmer?" which she understood fully.
MIRELLA Ro.
19 years old, tattoo-free. Speaks no Deutsch or English.
She got a room assigned to us at the front desk, and it was kind of weird walking up there--we went upstairs and then through the massage room while a guy was getting his massage by the older Thai lady. I had already gotten a boner during my interview downstairs, and so it was weird walking through there while the guy was having his massage. At least there was enough space to walk by the massage table where I didn't worry about poking the guy in the eye or something.
The room we got had a window overlooking the roof, and Mirella opened it to get fresh air, and I kept the drapes open for more light. For not being able to communicate we had an OK session; I was able to direct her with what I liked blowjob and position-wise even though we couldn't chat. Mirella was receptive to DFK and we did a lot of that during mish. She seemed to understand the word "doggy" which must be right up there on the United Nations list of universal communication words, like "auto" and "OK". I was getting a little worried I wasn't going to be able to come again--this was day 3 of a multi-day tour and although I waited until the afternoon this was taking a bit long. Sure felt good anyway though. With the light from the window I was enjoying the visuals of her pussy lips gripping my cock with each thrust, especially when we moved to stand-up doggy.
My legs started getting tired (maybe I need to pay more attention to the workout magazines mentioned earlier) and so I said let's switch to you on top. She immediately, and rather surprisingly, got into a full-on cowgirl squat mode, posting both palms flat on my chest for support and then started pounding me from that position. Almost painful how hard her pussy was smacking against my pubic bone. Like, "oh yeah? Let's see how you can take it big boy". My eyes got wide, hers did too with a look of determined concentration. And then I popped--despite her lack of experience and newbie nature she had some skills.
Paid her 50 EUR from my clothes locker amongst all the guys changing and girls walking in and out. Like Grand Central Station there, except everyone was naked.
In the afternoon they put out loaf cakes, kind of like Sara Lee pound cakes but in different flavors; I tried the chocolate and blueberry and they tasted more off-the-shelf than local bakery. But still a nice refresher after my session.
I hung out outside for a long time; the single TV playing Bundesliga was on the back wall of the food area, so you'd have to turn your back on viewing naked girls to watch. The smoking lounge was nice and bright and you could check out the girls better, but the smoke was just too much--some guys whipped out Cohibas and others had these vape-looking things, and it started getting to me.
Outside was a little chilly, especially wearing just a towel and with another towel over my shoulders, but the air was fresh and you could still see into the smoking lounge enough to have some interesting young things to look at.
That garden must be pretty fun during the summertime--there were a couple of fuck huts and shaded cabana lounges like Oase's, and a prefab wood shed like the ones at the Hornbach parking lot next to Sharks with food implements inside. They probably do a good BBQ there. I noticed a couple of dog-sized figures of a warthog and a tiger half-hiding in the evergreen windbreak, almost like bowhunting targets. On the other side of the windbreak, you could hear the neighing of horses and at times riders trotting their horses off to some trail or something. So civilized.
Back there you would also hear sounds from the couple of fuck rooms just adjoining the smoking lounge / food area. One guy opened his window when he got in there with his girl and it was a cacophony of her moans "oh oh oh" and finally this loud grunting shout from the guy--which hilariously garnered a small smattering of applause from the smoking lounge folks. I sensed a lot of these patrons were regulars and were quite comfortable with each other.
After it got cold I hung out on a sofa near the front desk; this was good for watching the interactions with couples returning from sessions, as they would have to check back in with the desk to let them know the room was free. Enough light streamed in from the checking desk and the foyer to the outside so I could see quite well. Most girls would come back looking pretty ridden hard, sometimes with a slight sheen of sweat, hair pulled back into a ponytail and with their towel wrapped around their waist or held demurely in front of their genitals. A bonus was that girls would come up to the desk right in front of a lighted part of the counter, so that their leg / thigh gap and pussy mounds would be nicely lit up. Good spot.
Across from me on another sofa sat a dark gray tabby cat, idly grooming itself. I think this would be the only self-licking pussy I have ever seen in an FKK. I saw this cat earlier waiting at the door to the garden for a patron to let it in or out. But here it reigned on its sofa near the entry, perhaps enjoying the view as much as I was.
Some girls came by and introduced themselves, but I was really rethinking my plans for the afternoon and evening. I had thought I'd bail early in the afternoon and make my way to Sharks, having reserved a room near the airport for that night. But I didn't think I would have many more cums in me, much less at all, and so I thought more about sticking around for dinner at Finca and maybe finding someone to have session number two.
Lying there on the sofa I realized that the music was quite different than the other FKKs I visited; mostly German pop and African-American or German rap. Which was odd--I think the entirety of the patronage was German, with maybe a couple of Turkish guys and myself as the lone American. Which would explain the popularity of the German pop (think Aerosmith or Foreigner but with German lyrics) but I didn't quite get the rap music. Somehow this seemed like a club where the artists of such music would not be welcome, like in those early Tiger Woods ads where he'd say there are golf clubs that wouldn't let him in to play.
I kept an eye on the food area and once a queue formed I jumped up from my sofa and got in line. Food was good--not as many steam tray choices as Sharks perhaps, but hearty and tasty. The tables had all been staked out by the regulars ahead of the dinnertime, and so I ate first back at my sofa, then at the bar alongside Annabella.
Once fed I considered staying and doing another session, but with the waning light and an hour-plus drive south I thought it better to just get going. Turned out to be a good idea--there was so much construction traffic on the A3, even though it was Sunday, that I arrived at my airport hotel frazzled and ready for a big beer in the hotel bar.
SUMMARY.
I would visit Finca again on my way to / from Dusseldorf and the Ruhrpott. The happy hour entry would be ideal for landing at FRA, picking up a car, and then stopping at Finca for brunch and a session before continuing north. The lineup was good, not great, but superior to PSR the day before.
GIRLS I MET / DID*.
CORRINA super skinny big nose 28.
TAMARA dyed blond bulg fireplug.
REBECCA dirty blond 25 fancy braid long ponytail.
NATASHA tall blonde huge bolt ONS slim.
*MIRELLA 19 Ro no German no English no tats.
ANNABELLA MILF big naturals.
ARTEMISSA half ro half hu looks Mexican.
NATALIA skinny ro small tits squinty eyes.
GIRLS I SAW.
Token asian girl.
Another skinny ro with bow tats back thighs.
Pretty blondie with tat on side of torso.
THEME SONG FOR TRIP.
Every trip I end up with a theme song, usually a catchy tune that I hear at least once in ever club, while driving around, and in random stores or at the hotels.
Theme Song this trip:
Lost Frequencies / Easton Corbin. Are You With Me (Original Mix).
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fn6W5yyjBk[/URL]
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/embed/6fn6W5yyjBk[/URL]
FOOD.
Breakfast.
Scrambled and boiled eggs.
Bacon and sausage.
Cold cuts.
Yogurts, juice, milch in the small fridge.
Fruit.
Muesli and corn flakes.
Breads and rolls.
Better than the 19 swill at my outdated DUS airport hotel.
Dinner.
Pork loin in gravy.
Croquettes.
Chicken breast Taiwan (is this a pre-unification German "Asian" thing, like "Toast Hawaii".
Costco steamed veggies with butter.
Salads.
Chocolate pudding.