Lots of lounge room at World
This is Oase discussion board, but I will say I second the notion and found lots of room to nap at World even on a Friday night. I was using a trick I learned here: saving money on the last night in Germany by NOT getting a room for that night and just staying until closing at one of the spots open until 4 or 5. I chose World because in my experience they had the most quiet areas downstairs to extend naps between sessions.
I'll try to get over to the World board and tell you about my non-sleeping activities.
Mark
Iseeu/Angus Oct. Tour Report-Day 3, Oase. Part 1
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Thursday-the final day of the tour. Iseeu picked me up promptly at 12:30 in front of the Hotel Reuter’s and we were on our way south towards Frankfurt and what I hoped would be a memorable days mongering. I was not to be disappointed;-))
Just a short not on the hotel. It was quite adequate for my needs and I would whole heartedly recommend it to anyone wanting to visit the Hof and needing a place to sleep. Less than 10 minutes away on foot it could not be better located. The price was 35 Euros per night including a huge breakfast and reservations without credit card were possible. This may not be such a plus for many but for me it was a must-as I have no cc. The only difficulty I had with the reservation is that it was hard to contact the owner. The phone number on the web page (Hotel Reuter does not have a web page but a quick google and you can find a page with information) did not work for me. I then used google maps and found another number. After a few tries I made contact. From there on it was easy.
The trip south was easy and though traffic started to tighten up a couple of time we hit no major road works. I have to admit that I was excited by this upcoming visit to one of the “big three” Hessen FKK. As regular readers of my reports will know, my “home” club is FKK Artemis in Berlin. I was very curious to see how Oase would stack up against Artemis. And much as I loved the smallness and intimacy of both the Hof & Samya, I also do love the glamour & flash of a larger club. Having been frighteningly regular at Artemis for the past year I was just a wee bit tired of the line up there and the thought of perhaps 50-70 new fresh faces (and other parts of the anatomy) had me squirming in anticipation.
We arrived at around 14:30 and checked in. Iseeu would be leaving before me so I had to bring inside my small suitcase and my backpack containing my laptop. I was a bit nervous about bringing the laptop in and at first thought to leave it in a locker. But, as has been mentioned, the lockers at Oase are very small. I asked if there were any larger lockers available and found that there were. But, I was told, the larger locker had no cash locker associated with it. So I would have to leave my cash in the locker room locker.
In the end I decided to leave my backpack with my suit case with the front desk staff. I was not totally easy with this (my laptop is dear to me) but reasoned that with the undoubtedly large amounts of cash at the front desk the staff there would be unlikely to just step away for a moment leaving my precious laptop unguarded. And in the end, when I saw the change room lockers and the relatively flimsy locks I was happy with my decision. In the end it all worked out and both my suitcase and backpack were waiting safely for me when I finally checked out at 4:00 a.m. the next morning.
But I digress.
After checking in we hit the showers. I will save most of my comments, observations and/or criticisms with regard to the facilities for the post script to the reports. But I will say here that the locker room at Oase, while quite utilitarian, I found to be rather dingy. But then I was not planning to hang out all evening in said locker room was I. Changed and robe-ed (I opted for a robe simply for the convenience of the pockets) Iseeu & I were soon roaming the club with Iseeu giving me the grand tour and familiarizing me with the facilities and, as it turned out, some of the top girls who were working that day.
My impressions were immediately favorable. I am not sure what the actual numbers would be with regard to the size of Oase vs. Artemis, but the way the place is laid out gives the impression that Oase is much bigger. And I sort of like the labyrinthine feel to the place with all the halls, small rooms and nooks & crannies. One could, and I did, get lost in there as a new visitor. And I love getting lost-so many interesting things can happen when one is lost.
As we toured the facilities we kept running into ladies that Iseeu knew. One of the first was a lady, whose name I have forgotten, who, Iseeu whispered to me as we were leaving, was a classic Oase shark. But then I had already more or less guessed this by her look (kind of harsh, beautiful but harsh) and it was good to get confirmation.
We also ran into Gabrielle who is a stunningly cute Venezuelan girl in her mid 20’s but who could easily pass for late teens. Sweet & friendly Gabrielle immediately rocketed to the top of my mental list of girls with whom I would like to spend time this day. And at some point we ran in to Sina one of the most lovely, sexy & indeed friendly girls I have had the pleasure to meet in any FKK. Sina is fairly new at Oase (I believe) but if you look back in this thread you will find that she has formerly worked at Bernds (under another name)and had a good reputation and a strong following from this small club. Iseeu introduced us (and if I never have to thank the all mighty for anything else in this life, for this intro I feel I might have to drop to my knees daily in gratitude-not to mention thanking Iseeu once more) and then off we went to explore.
Iseeu showed me where to find the rooms with a running commentary of which were considered to be the best, not that one always has a choice but it is nice to know this sort of insider info. We saw the kino, the bar, the Jacuzzi area, finally ending with a tour of the saunas and even the hugely impressive outdoor area & swimming pool. I can see that it is in the summer months that Oase would really shine. As impressed as I was by the indoor facilities, the outdoor is nothing less than jaw dropping. Even on that grey cold mid October day, in my minds eye, visions of naked nymphs frolicking in the pool, applying tanning oil on the loungers, and languidly inviting me to session in the tree house, flickered by and had me making a vow to return here mid August to sample the heated pleasures of this summer paradise.
We ended up back in the bar area where soon Gabrielle had materialized by Iseeu’s side and a little later the aforementioned Sina, called over by Iseeu if I remember correctly, snuggled up to me. Now once again I have to make note of my belief that a good male friend can know better than we know ourselves just what we need in the form of a female companion-and when.
I was enjoying Sina’s company but my track like mind was, for some unfathomable reason, telling me to wait. To take a session so early upon arrival was not on my agenda. Ten or fifteen minutes of small talk, snuggling as well as one can snuggle on a bar stool and small kisses passed and it was obvious that a move was afoot to find a room. But then I found myself saying to Sina that perhaps I wanted to wait and hook up later.
Maybe it is my Artemis conditioning, maybe my brain was suffering a small slide into insanity or maybe the stars had somehow jiggled into misalignment, but there I was giving this tall carmel skinned Brazilian beauty the brush off!! Luckily my hearing was still acute and as I was disengaging from Sina I heard, out of the corner of my ear, Iseeu give a sort of throw away comment.
She may be busy later Angus.
And the Universe ground to a halt, I gave my head a small, imperceptible shake, put my arm once more around Sina, patted her impossibly soft and cushiony bum and drew her back close to me-depositing the gentlest of kisses on the nape of her neck and whispering into her shell like ear:
“Come on love-lets find a room.”
Gentle readers: the next session I am at a loss to really describe. As regular readers will know I am a man given to superlatives. Yet even my normally endless supply of enthusiastically crafted compliments for a lady I find to be a gifted lover, abandon me here.
Simply put-Sina took me into that small love nest and rocked my world.
After getting naked-and Sina naked is a sight to behold as it almost makes me weep to remember it now-we lay down and came together slowly with exploratory kisses around the neck and face. She somewhat shyly then asked me if I like to kiss.
I almost fell off the bed with this question.
Does anyone ever say no? Apparently so.
Sina’s kisses were soft, deep, assured and her tongue wetly pliant, giving, teasingly tempting and, at all the right times, resistant. It danced with my tongue inspiring both of us, at least I like to imagine, to a stronger and more urgent passionate embrace. Her caramel colored skin is softly velvety smooth and twitches with sensitive surprise as I run my lips across it, barely touching yet feeling like I am tumbling with unresisting abandon into the depth of her being.
She smells of exotic spices-vanila, pepper, clove, cinnamon and nutmeg with a temptingly spicy heaty hint of ginger. She is a fine wine to be sipped. Slowly at first, and then, as the glow of the inebriant starts to take root in the deepest recesses of your soul, drunk deeply, enjoyed, appreciated, bringing you to your knees to weep at the fact that God or Allah or whoever the hell it is that takes care of such creations, could even begin to conceive of coaxing such a such being into existence.
Or maybe I should just give a silent nod of thanks to her parents...
Who so ever I should thank, I find myself, within 5 minutes of the start of our session, whispering quietly to Sina that we can take or time as I fully intend to spend the next hour making love, licking, fucking, being licked, sucked and participating in every aspect of erotic play. But it was not all physical play. Sina is also woman with whom one can talk and laugh during a session. Between and during the sex we also got to know one another through easy and fun talk. Little snippets here and there between the more lascivious moments of our encounter. And when the sex had reached its’ end I basked with her in the afterglow, whispering sweetness into her ear without a care or a worry as to what would come next.
Life comes as it always does-perfect. Though I don’t always understand it in its’ entirety.
The hour with Sina both flew by and at the same time seemed to stretch on into eternity. But end it did and at some point we arose from the bed, tidied up and headed back out to the bar to pay Sina her well deserved fee. And in case any of you hardened mongers think Angus has gone all soft on a girl-you are right. Yet I was already considering my options for the next round. I met up with a wobbly legged Isseu who had, if I am not mistaken, spent a similarly rapturous hour in the company of the aforementioned Gabrielle from Venezuela.
My current grasp of the next little while is a little fuzzy. I think I spent it chatting with Iseeu, wandering around the club, meeting a few of the other ladies and relaxing a bit in the main bar. The usual post mind blowing session stuff.
By this time it must have been sometime around 17:00 to 18:00. While the night shift had probably not fully arrived there did seem to be an influx of new faces to be admired. A brief aside here to comment on the line up as I was seeing it at Oase.
Let me preface this comment by saying that I am well aware of the fact that when one leaves one’s normal routine behind, what one finds often seems fresher or better. Thus one’s opinions or comparisons can not wholly be trusted. Sort a slight variation on the grass being greener on the other side.
That being said, I would have to say that at least on the night I was there the line up at Oase does kind of have Artemis beat. Perhaps not by much. But I was quite impressed with some of the ladies I was seeing. And as I say-maybe it is just a case of my familiarity with Artemis vs my unfamiliarity with Oase that causes this perception. But I did seem to be constantly having to stop and retrieve my poor tender jaw off the floor where it had fallen. I guess that as soon as is possible I will have to make a visit to Artemis on a reasonably busy night just to confirm or deny this unfortunate (for me) observation.
But at the time I was not spending too too much time pondering the various attributes of different FKK. There were ladies to meet and sessions to be booked. Important activities.
I was sitting on one of the main bar couches with Iseeu and girl who I think Isseu was getting ready to take to a room. I am not sure who it was but it could well have been Sina as I am pretty sure that Iseeu also wanted to session with her that evening. I mean who wouldn’t want to session with her? Once again fate, in the form of my good friend, stepped in and arranged the next rendezvous.
I had already been introduced to Michelle earlier. She comes from Switzerland and had a mass of curly brown hair, a robust athletic figure, twinkling, smiling, mischievous eyes, a lusty mouth and an absolutely magnificent pair of gravity defying large breasts. Her hips are wide, her bum fleshy and this evening (Dessous Day) she was wearing nothing but a pair of heels and a small saucy pair of panties with 69 stitched across the crotch.
Hard to resist.
Iseeu waved her over and pointed her to me. Michelle dropped down into my lap and without ceremony started to kiss me deeply, her snake like tongue exploring my tonsils and her hand making its’ way inside my robe to make acquaintance with little Angus. I was sold and with a little bit of panty inspection on my part she was reeling me in hook, line and sinker.
Off we went to the room but before getting there we hit a little bump. I was concerned that I needed to shower, or at least give little “A” a bit of a wash before Michelle got any better aquatinted. As we could not at this time find a free room I suggested she wait for a room and I would hit the showers briefly. All was well except I could not find a towel (more on this later) and so took a little longer than anticipated.
By the time I emerged and went to the place we had agreed to meet Michelle was nowhere to be seen. I sat on the sofa in the hall outside the rooms and waited a couple of minutes. Still no Michelle.
I started to wonder-had I been ditched?
This seemed inconceivable but as the minutes ticked by I really was starting to wonder. Various ladies happened by on their way to the change room, a couple even stopping and throwing their line at me seeing if I would rise to the bait. I finally got up and went to look for Michelle only to see a figure who I thought might be her disappearing down the hall. I gave chase through the shower and finally found her guarding the room she had found from other interested parties.
And what a room she had found. This is the room with the large raised-and I really can not call it a bed-fuck area. I mean the room is huge and the “bed” is big enough to handle comfortably maybe 4-5 couples.
This is the orgy room I had ended up in with Michelle.
The session started right away. As soon as I had dropped my robe, Michelle dropped to her knees and proceeded to deep throat my hardening cock. I mean she swallowed little “A” right up to the base and then tried to get in a little more. This woman’s bj skills are nothing less that spectacular. And she does not stop there. Ball licking. Ball sucking. And unlike many ladies, when she sucks the balls she has a sensitivity as to just how hard to suck and the pleasure is sublime-never once crossing that ever so delicate line into discomfort.
Balls are, after all, sensitive parts of the male anatomy.
We got off to a great start and soon I had her on her shoulders, legs spread in the air, pussy and ass fully spread and enjoying the deepest, most enthusiastic licking I could possibly give to her. Unfortunately I was soon to sense that in Michelle, at this time I had perhaps over estimated my abilities.
In my defense gentlemen, may I remind you that this was the the third day of our tour and my second session of the afternoon, the last one being with Sina having ended not very long ago. And I do not, in case you are wondering, use any of the “performance enhancers”
currently available on the market.
So while I was having a blast with Michelle, Little “A” did just not want to cooperate.
Schade.
After an initial solid hard on (And to tell the truth I probably could have come within the first ten minutes of our session as she was repeatedly swallowing my dick and alternately licking and sucking my balls and staring up at me with her lascivious smile. But I held back as I wanted the session to last just a little bit longer than that) my dick sort of turned into one of those frustrating semi floppers that I remember with embarrassment from my days of coking & heavy drinking. Michelle did her best and took the whole thing with much grace. But the more she tried the less cooperation I was seeing from little “A”.
At some point, nearing I was guessing the twenty minute point in our session I stopped her and told her that the more she tried the less likely it was that anything would happen. Little “A” by now resembled an over cooked piece of macaroni and I could hardly feel anything that she was doing. And, God bless her, Michelle is a pro. She pointed out that this happens sometimes and if we were to relax a bit maybe things would turn around.
I however was realizing that this session was coming to an end. My feeling with Michelle is that she provides, by far, one of the best PSE style sessions that one is ever likely to find in an FKK or any other P4P environment. The woman is a 5 star trollop and what makes her so is a genuine lusty appetite for sex. Unfortunately, while I do at times go for the PSE sessions, tonight what I was needing was something a little more towards the GFE style that I had experienced with Sina. I just did not have the edge or the energy needed for another half hour with Michelle.
She was quite happy with this and we did spend a few minutes cuddling kissing and laughing a bit at the situation and then cleaned up and hit the cash lockers and said our good byes. But summing up, Michelle is a top quality provider and I would not hesitate to recommend her to anyone-especially if you want something a little wild and energetic.
I often hear posters on this forum asking about girls who will do public sex. If you really want the experience of a life time I would suggest that you get yourself to Oase on a night when Michelle is working and let her know what you want. I am quite confident that she will rock your world in this department.
Later in the evening I was sitting in the bar area and noticed Michelle at the next table talking to a group of men and paying particular attention to one. Suddenly she opened his robe, dropped to her knees and proceeded to give him the same treatment she had given me at the outset of our short session. In short order she was leading him off to a room. I don’t think that many of us here could resist this girl.
And as a final note about Michelle. Later on as I had just finished my third session of the day I happened to run into her in the upstairs shower. She gave me a big grin and a hug and said that she was glad to see that I had now been properly fucked.
What a woman!
After Michelle I think I took a sauna and then headed out to the bar. By this time diner was being served and as I was sitting waiting for the initial crowd to die down I made the acquaintance of a young Polish lass whose name escapes me (Caroline?). She was nice enough but did not do a whole lot for me despite having a very cute little body and perky, puffy nipples. But she seemed to want to hang out so I drank with her and talked about the usual FKK stuff one talks about. Then Iseeu appeared and we had our diner together and sat again on the couch discussing the days, both today and the previous two days of our tour.
The time line for me now gets a wee bit fuzzy and I am not sure what the next hour or so brought us. But soon it was past 20:00 and Iseeu appeared in the bar as I was chatting with a young lovely and informed me that he was about to be on his way. So soon! We had a final drink together and a final wrap up, as best I could in my slightly dazed state, and said our good byes.
Iseeu is a most excellent FKK mongering buddy. He is a gracious host and really went out of his way to see to it that I had a great time on this tour. I want here to thank him from the very bottom of my heart for the good times and all the valuable intel and recommendations he made for me. I feel certain that we will be mongering together again soon.
Thanks Buddy.
And now I was on my own at Oase. I love having a buddy present. But I also love being alone and roaming like a lone wolf in this FKK environment. The night for me was yet young in fact. It was not yet 20:30 and I had more than half of my day( I planned to leave at around 04:15 to catch the first S-Bahn out of Friedrichsdorf-sp? towards Frankfurt) ahead of me.
What would the night bring?
To be continued....
Iseeu/Angus Oct. Tour Report-Day 3, Oase. Part 2
As mentioned at the end of part 1, I also enjoy the feeling of being a lone wolf at a large club. As I had decided not to book a room for the night in a local hotel, I was now alone until I left the club sometime around 04:00 the next morning. In fact I was later to find out that Dadelus had arrived just at the same time Iseeu was leaving. They ran into each other in the parking lot. Despite Iseeu giving Dedalus a description of yours truly we were not to meet this evening.Unfortunate, but I was lying quite low in the time between 20:30 and perhaps 02:00, spending my time in the sauna and resting in various quiet places I did manage to find. That and a very enjoyable session with another lovely as you will shortly be reading.
I knew that I wanted another session-at least one-before I left Oase. But I also had that niggling little worry I get sometimes (at 50 years old) that I would simply not be physically “up” for it. Especially after my experience with Michelle. I mean if that sexy woman can not get you going...
Whatever, I reasoned, drink some water, get some rest and go for it.
You don’t know unless you try.
I also had an idea as to who I wanted for my next session. I remembered meeting Gabrielle as we arrived and I also remembered her to be a perfectly delightful young woman. Trouble was that it was some hours back and a lot had happened. I had met a number of the girls and I was not 100% confident that I would again be able to recognize Gabrielle.
Of note about Oase is that the lighting seems to be designed to compliment the ladies, not to make recognition easy. This is, I guess, how it should be in a club, but still I wondered if I could find the young lady in question. But then I decide to sit a while and wait to see if she would just show up. I sat in various places around the room changing my location every 5 or so minutes. I met briefly a few women but nobody who really tickled my interest and a couple who definitely didn’t. I did, however, spot a girl who physically really did it for me-a tall (in 6” hooker heels) brunette who was practicing her strut and posing all over the room. Dangling her bait and Old Angus was sniffing.
I ended up over at one of the high bar tables and there was a purse lying just in front of the bar stool next to mine. Sipping my water and casting my eyes over at the bar, trying to spot Gabrielle, I paid little attention to the stool next door. But then at some point I turned around to look behind and who should be sitting right next to me, rummaging in her purse-the brunette.
Lovely-and indeed she was just lovely up close.
We exchange smiles and I say hello. A little small talk, in German as her English was almost non existent, and I find out that her name is Rebecca and she comes from Bulgaria.
Interesting. I know that sometimes Bulgarian girls have a bit of a bad rep in the clubs. At least among some of us ISG members. But I have had, at Artemis and an apartment bordello in Berlin, great luck with Bulgarian girls. One of my ATFs from Artemis (Nicoletta) comes from there as does Connie and indeed Rosie-all top Artemis girls.
Rebecca is nice-sexy as all get out and not at all difficult to talk to. The only slight question in my mind was that she seems to have rather a stilted sense of humor. But then I also reason that I am judging this by her failure to laugh at any of my dumb jokes which are, a) dumb, and b) being told in a language that is, in fact, foreign to both of us.
Funnily enough what cements my liking of this young lady is that when she gives me her sales pitch she tells me that her bjs are “sehr tief”. I, in my misunderstanding of the German language, think that she is telling me that she uses a lot of “teeth” (teeth-tief-say it out loud in a Bulgarian accent) in her blow jobs and am somewhat taken a back. I tell her that this is something that she should not tell me if she is trying to interest me in a session and she looks at me as if I am crazy.
Then the penny drops-tief=deep, not teeth. So I tell her of my misunderstanding and finally she really cracks a smile. And I am smitten. This is a personal weakness of mine. There is something that for me is impossibly sexy and enticing. That is-when I find a girl, such as Rebecca, who is all glam & sexy and cool. But then at some point, if I am lucky and play my game right, this facade cracks, maybe even for just a moment, and the “real” person suddenly shines through. And the tief/teeth misunderstanding was exactly one of these moment.
Rebecca’s stock takes a sharp increase in this moment.
But I am still tired and do not want to jump into this right away. So I tell Rebecca that I like her and am interested but that I also have to wait and rest a while. She takes this well and does not completely and immediately close back down-a good sign. Rather she tells me that when I am ready, to find her, and off she struts. Rebecca, with good reason, is confident in her ability to attract a customer. This I also find sexy.
It is by now around 21:00 and I resolve to have a steam/sauna and rest before doing anything else. As I get up from my barstool I also happen to spot a figure at the bar who I believe just may be Gabrielle. But she is quickly leaving the bar, heading off towards the Jacuzzi room. I am still not certain that it is her but I give chase, she moves swiftly, and I finally catch up with her at the bottom of the stairs in the aforementioned room.
And the Gods be praised-indeed it is Gabrielle, as cute as a button and seemingly happy to see me. We exchange a soft kiss and a hug and then I tell her with utter certainty that I want a session with her tonight. But that I also know that I need some rest first. She starts to do the usual rap about being able to revive me in the room but then catches herself (she picked up on something there) and agrees with me that I know what I need best. I tell her that I plan on about an hour in the sauna and resting and that I will come look for her in the bar between 22:00 and 22:30. She seems happy with this so, to sweeten the deal, I continue that I want a soft and sensual session (her English is quite good) and that I want to book her for the full hour. I figure that just maybe this may discourage her from hooking up with any more casual hounds that will no doubt be sniffing around her at the bar. And I was, especially after seeing her again and having a bit of close contact, quite certain that I wanted to spend the hour with her. She is lovely.
I find that the sauna/steam room at Oase is nothing less than excellent. Really top notch. My only quibble would be that a supply of towels out there would really be welcomed. Maybe not even the big fluffy towels available at the front desk. But some sort of sauna towel would be nice. As I will mention in my wrap up, one of the only places that I feel Oase seriously stumbles is the lack of easy access to a plentiful supply of towels. But more on that later.
After a good 40 minutes in the steam & sauna and a short 20 minutes on a lounger with eyes closed and I am ready to go. It is amazing just how much a short rest like this can revitalize. I walk slowly out to the main bar not wanting to appear too too eager for my date with Gabrielle. Got to play the game at least a little bit.
I hang around at the bar for about 5 minutes and then she appears and melts into my arms offering to get me a drink while I suggest that we find a sofa and become acquainted. I am not sure if it was something to do with the magic of the night, something I was “doing” or something that the Oase girls are encouraged to do. But most of the girls I even just spoke with that night would offer to get a drink. It is, I find, a nice touch and sort of makes me feel taken care of. I think that the Artemis girls could learn something here as this has almost never happened to me at Artemis except with girls with whom I am very regular.
With drinks in hand Gabrielle joins me on the sofa and we spend the next 15 minutes talking, getting to know one another a bit and laughing. Slowly we start to come closer and small kisses are exchanged leading to deeper necking and finally light petting. Breasts are played with, nipples aroused and Gabrielle snakes her delicate little hand with crafted nails inside my robe to tickle and tease my hardening dick.
Time to find a room!
Off we go through the labyrinth of halls that is Oase and find that all the rooms are occupied. It is, after all, prime time for fucking here at Oase. At the end of the row of rooms along the jacuzzi room we spot a green sign and quickly claim it for the next hour. Iseeu had warned me that these small-ish rooms tend to be a bit badly ventilated and heat up quickly. On this evening I do not really find this to be so but I do find another slight disadvantage to the room. As the place is busy and many couples are looking for a place to snog, people keep opening the door (maybe three times in the hour) I guess to check to see if it really is occupied. We did turn the sign but still the interruptions. This does not bother me so much-more of a slight annoyance-but to a shy pooner it may be a big deal.
Gabrielle in the room more than lives up to her promise. She is a beautifully skilled and gentle lover. Her touch is soft and when she takes my cock into her mouth I feel the depth and the deep stillness of space open up in my soul. It is as if some essential and long forgotten frozen piece of myself floats in the impossible emptiness & loneliness of interstellar space, connected by the silkiest of delicate spidery threads to the roaring nuclear life giving furnaces of ancient red giants and gravitationally collapsed, whirling, spinning white hot dwarfs.
It was a damn good blow job;-))
The session as a whole is no less wonderful for me. The sex itself (no trouble from Little Angus this time) is over relatively quickly. Probably it lasts no more than half an hour or even a little less before I cum. No holding back and trying to prolong the session this time. But it does not end there. We cuddle and kiss and caress and I drop kiss after sweet kiss upon her soft skin and eventually end up at her sweet softly pink and smoothly damp pussy where I linger forever and bring her to the gently shaking soft orgasm.
As with Sina this session seems to both fly by and last forever. Indeed I finally have to remind young Gabrielle that perhaps we should check the time. We are, I think, at some minutes past the hour but when we head on up to the cash lockers and I confirm with her the amount & time she unhesitatingly agrees with my reckoning of an hour, accepts her fee and with a final deep kiss, is off to the showers as am I.
It is now approaching midnight. I am tired, well fucked and thinking both another session would be nice and that there is no way that I can manage it. But I also remember the lovely Rebecca and my, at the time, completely sincere wish to do a session with her. But first another rest so I head on back out to the sauna loungers and lie down for about half an hour.
A bit rested, I make for the bar once more and again just sit quietly on a sofa, more or less being left alone by the girls and sort of wishing I could get the hell out of there and head for a nice comfortable bed somewhere. But I still have some three to four hours to go before I an make for the train station and head to Frankfurt.
Then, some time a bit after 01:00, I spot Rebecca, looking good as new in her hooker heels and tight tiny white frilly panties. She is striding across the room headed for the kino and on impulse (some part of me is thinking that I can not possibly spend the next 3 hours wasting on a not very comfortable sofa) I give her a smile and wave her over with my head. Surprised, she makes a sharp but graceful turn, glides over to me and perches herself on the sofa arm next to me.
Was machts du? she asks.
Ich warte auf dich. I reply with confidence
Just the right thing to say at this time of the evening to a girl who may be wondering if the night is prematurely over. The club has emptied considerably and customers look to be in short supply for the girls.
Rebecca genuinely smiles, her cool demeanor drops and falls, all arms, legs and perfume-y clouds of girly giggles, right into my lap. She kisses my lips and then asks if I would like her to fetch me a drink.
Danke, Mineralwasser mit Zitron ohne Eis, bitte.
And off she goes to return shortly with a regular water, no lemon and with ice. Hey she is beautiful. I don’t expect her to remember my order;-))
Once again I sit on a sofa and flirt with this beautiful girl, complimenting her on her rudimentary English (when we try it), her skin which truly is soft, lovely to delicately stroke, and her undoubtedly excellent sense of style. She eats it up and we move closer as I deposit kisses on her cheeks and lips and tease her hardening little nipples with my fingers and the occasional kiss.
A next session is most certainly starting to take shape.
I remind Rebecca of her earlier claim to give a superior and “tief” blow job-with little teeth.
She smiles wickedly and asks if I really want to find out.
Yes-let’s find a room. Comes the now familiar refrain.
This next session I will keep the description to a minimum as I am getting a bit tired-here, as well as in my sweet memory of the evening. We find again a small room in the jacuzzi area and quickly get to it. Rebecca naked does not disappoint. As mentioned her skin is lovely and soft and she is receptive to my stroking and kissing which elicit soft moans. Her pussy is clean and fresh but I sense that it has been given maybe a bit too much attention tonight (many girls tell me that men are often way to rough with their licking and by the end of a long evening their pussies are sort of sensitive) and I content myself with a fairly short exploration and then lie back and let her prove her claim.
Rebecca does not lie. Her blow job is very, very good. Deep and sure she sucks and twirls and does not ignore “the boys” and even licks and kisses my perineum-as close as one can get to a rim job without actually going “there”. Little “A” is more or less cooperating but Rebecca has to work hard. He is at full attention but I do not trust him to behave were we to stop and apply the condom so I indicate that she should just continue and I lie back and enjoy, watching our activity in the convenient over head mirrors.
After much exertion and a great deal of proof that her bj is “tief”, I finish by coming in her mouth which she takes with ease and does not immediately jump back to spit. Rather she keeps stroking and drools a great deal of the load back out onto my dick in true porn star fashion. We clean up, she takes a small swig from her pocket mouthwash and we cuddle for some minutes and talk.
The session is short (1/2 hour) but I am totally satisfied. I Like Rebecca. As I mentioned earlier, I love a girl who, in the room, shows a wee bit of her real self. And I think Rebecca did just that. She is a pro, no doubt about it, but she also can be thawed a bit with a little sweet talk and humor. While I would not recommend her quite so wholeheartedly as I would Sina, Michelle and Gabrielle, still I would say if you meet her and you seem to hit it off a bit then go for it. I do not think that she will disappoint when you treat her right.
Now surely this is it for me for the evening. I’m finished, Done. Completely drained of my precious bodily fluid. I spend a short time in the sauna, almost (but not quite) fall asleep on a now very quiet lounger next to a toweled service provider who is frantically texting someone-her boyfriend? I move back inside to the main bar and spot Gabrielle, who I thought had left for the evening, and spend a few minutes sitting next to her chatting before saying good bye with a kiss on the cheek.
I drift into the main club area and sit on the sofa beneath the TV and just watch as the night winds down. The club is all but empty now. The mood is muted and I half expect Tom Waits to replace the top forty sounds coming out of the speakers. Many of the girls have obviously called it quits for the night and hooker heels are coming off, towels being wrapped around bodies and many cigarettes are being smoked as they wait for the hour at which they can leave. Every one looks more or less as I feel. Spent.
But the club is still open. And it is still two hours from the actual closing time of 05:00. And as I sit, lidded eyes drooping almost falling asleep I notice, sitting tall, posing in a bright red bikini and looking for all the world as if she has just this moment stepped fresh out onto the floor to begin her day, a lithe, young looking, dark haired beauty.
Hummmmm. But no I can not. Not possible.
However, I do feel a glimmer of interest left somewhere in me and my eyes open a bit more and I sit a bit straighter on the sofa and glance over a second time. Women are extraordinary creatures. I sometimes think that we men really have no idea just how sensitive they are to our male gaze. I have been told, by women, that when they are in a room they can sometimes tell if a man is interested even if his back is turned across a crowded bar. And I do not know if this is true but I suspect that there is more truth in it than we men would care to know.
In any case, red bikini certainly picks up on my sudden interest and soon, after an appropriate look around the room for other prospects and finding none, she is moving in my direction and responds to my smile by coming and sitting close on the softly pink glowing sofa.
What is your name?--Janey
And?
She comes from Bulgaria. She is pretty, mass of dark curls, fresh, in a red bikini complimenting her deep red lipstick, and wearing a boxy white stylish pair of glasses that are stimulating every secretary or naughty teacher fantasy I have ever had. And she is an excellent angler, patiently bobbing her bait in front of my satiated libido and waiting to see if I will bite.
We speak for quite some time. She is patient. I can honestly say now that I suspect she knows we will be heading for a room before I know this myself. After maybe half an hour of conversation we share a gentle kiss and she whispers in my ear, knowing that I have taken the hook into my mouth, shall we find a room? setting the hook and starting to reel me willingly in.
But....I do have some concerns and I feel the need, perhaps foolhardily, to share them with her. She allows me a bit more line and sits back to hear them. Earnestly I tell her a bit of my exploits this evening and express the concern that I may not be...errr...physically “up” to the task that she is proposing. I desperately try to stack my bets, hedge my funds and keep a safety exit open on the session.
Am I setting myself up for failure? Some might say so. But in the end I tell her that I want to spend some private time with her but that I am not sure that we will finish the job. Or indeed even fully start it. I am quite sure that this will be okay with Janey just as long as I pay for my pleasure at the end of our time together but I do feel the need, for her or for myself, to mention it.
So quickly now, reeling in her big old floppy loggerhead, Janey leads the way to a room which by now are in anything but short supply. I figure that at the worst I will feel a bit of embarrassment and be able to spend my final half hour at Oase in the arms of this lovely faux secretary, getting to see what is now being hidden by her tantalizingly small red bikini.
That’s gotta be worth 50 Euros.
Faithful readers, those of you who have made it this far in this epic post deserve to know, and I will not keep you much longer in suspense. But I have not much more energy nor superlatives left with which to describe my short session with Janey from Bulgaria. Little “A” indeed rose to the challenge and in fact far surpassed anything that I ever could have hoped for from him, allow me to brag! He seemed to hit a second wind-a pooners high if you will- and performed not just admirably but with sturdy enthusiasm and gusto. Janey’s blow job was strong and steady and her receptivity and juicy response to my licking was genuine. Briefly I considered the safety of a cim but then threw caution to the wind and asked for the condom. I fucked Janey with sureness in mish and then gusto in doggy, finishing at the half hour mark and collapsing on top of her and then moving to a gentle in out rhythm in spoons to give her what may or may not have been her own genuine “O”.
And as I withdrew and Little “A” saw once again the light of a late night room in Oase he maintained his turgidity for some minutes as we tidied up, a wonder not seen by me since perhaps George Bush Sr. was in the White House, save the time some years back when I experimented briefly with Vitamin V when in Bangkok for a week. And perhaps I feel a wee bit embarrassed to tell you all of this, But Little “A”, while an enthusiastic player, is past a half century in age. He is dependable but always needs to be treated with a gentle respect for what I often believe is the inevitability of aging.
Was it Janey who caused this unexpected vigor? Pheromones? Some fluke? Or maybe just that having well and truly given up on any idea of successfully completing sexual union did my powerfully creative mind just take a rest and allow my humble body to just do what it is naturally designed to do with a beautiful young woman, late at night in one of Germany’s premier FKK bordellos.
Most likely it is a combination of all the above factors. But in the end, having paid Janey & kissed her good bye, showered, collected my suitcase & laptop safely from behind the desk and been buzzed out of Oase, I walked up to catch a taxi with a renewed vigor and spring in my step. My day and evening at Oase was a resounding success and the most fun I have had at an FKK in quite some time.
Thanks for reading and look for my final wrap up & analysis in the General Info thread in a couple of days. I might just give it all a rest tomorrow.
AM