Party at Oase Friday (2-19-10)?
Hessen Bub or anyone who knows, is there a party THIS FRIDAY (2-19-10) at OASE? Or was Hessen Bub referring to a previous party. Please advise as we arrive on Thursday and we love parties at Oase.
Thanks in advance.
Chure
Fuckschopp Funnies 5.0 - Midnight at the Oase
Midnight at the oasis
Take young Heidi to bed
Shadows paintin' our faces
Traces of romance in our heads
Heaven's holdin' a half-moon
Shinin' just for us
Let's slip off to a sand dune, real soon
And kick up a little dust.
Day Two of the Traveling Circus began with the convening of the troops in the bar at the Mercure Hotel around noon, some five of us in all. A plan of attack was authored and our paths diverged for the day, with me joining the Oase contingent. I had a headful of Heidi and went off in search of a bodyful.
We hit the club around three, dressed and did the usual tour of the facility to find that, at that early hour, while the lineup was unusually thin, if Heidi (or perhaps Michelle) was to be found, I really didn’t give a rat’s behind about the size or shape of the lineup.
The back room by the tub, no Heidi. The bar, no Heidi. The Lounge of 1000 Orange Couches, no Heidi. The Second Hand Smoke Hall of Fame Lounge, hmm...three girls in the far corner nearest the kino, two on the couch, one hunkered down on the floor, facing the other two. Maybe, just maybe this is Heidi. She certainly looks like her from behind. I slip around her, edging toward the kino, just far enough in to catch a sideways glance and...she looks up. Her eyes light up, she breaks out in a huge smile, she bounds up, throws her arms around me, and presses her mouth to mine. Today is gonna be some fun.
Off we go, stepping gaily, heel for heel, and toe for toe, arm and arm to the other room where we take to an orange couch and renew the old acquaintance. Though we’d met only once before ([url]http://internationalsexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?p=953665&highlight=heidi#post953665[/url]), I’d little doubt that Heidi would remember me. Between three half hour sessions, each of which went unmeasured by the clock, and a considerable part of the day in public areas, Heidi and I had probably spent between 4-5 hours together that wonderful day. Despite my expectation, the exuberance with which she greeted my countenance sent my poor little heart aquiver. So now we’re laughing and kissing and getting ourselves worked into quite a lather. I’ve been in the joint for less than 15 minutes and it’s already Zimmer time, where a splendid time was had by all.
Following a brief hosedown in the shower out back by the sauna, it’s a return to the Lounge of Love and Death, where I find my wingman John Moore, himself just wrapping up a little event with the Spanish Luisa. We sit there chatting away, enjoying the sights, gasping every so often at the sight of another amazing behind. You keep visiting these places and are continually blown away by the things you see. It never ceases to elicit wonder and desire.
Some time passes before Heidi spots us and takes a place between John and me. Heidi introduces herself to John, turns to me and, with her sweet little tongue, reaches immediately for my adenoids. (It seems the dear girl hasn’t had nearly enough of either me or my filthy lucre.) I’m not quite ready to run off to the room, but if she wants to sit here and suck face for a while, I’m certainly not one to argue. Knowing full well where this is going, I leave her for a bit, and, running now on fumes, rush downstairs to gobble some PEDs, so as to make the inevitable possible. Back upstairs, we’re kissing and groping and finally stumbling our merry way into the kino where we have at each other in full sight of whoever cares to look for the next half hour or so. We both agree, however, that the next round needs to be in private.
Dinnertime comes and goes and John and I are sitting enjoying the view when suddenly at 8 PM exactly, the view vanishes. There’s a girl stampede and in a flash some 50 stunned males are looking at each other blankly wondering what happened. The silence is deafening. The girls are gone some 20 minutes before they file back on to the floor following a very oddly timed staff meeting. From what I am able to gather from Heidi, there was a minor dressing down and a review of some rules. No gum chewing on the floor and some other such nonsense.
A bit later now, I’m on the prowl, which is never good. I find much better sessions with much more open ladies when I’m seduced and am able to ascertain a girl’s warmth and charm. But my blood is flowing, today does need to be about more than Heidi, and nobody of interest is working her charms on me. I patrol the floor and, though the lineup is real strong today, those of interest to me seem to all be engaged. Judy strolls by. The radiant gorgeous Judy strolls by. The sultry Judy strolls by but, in her strolling, is interrupted. I invite her company on the couch. We make out a bit, enjoyably, though with little passion, on the couch before making our way toward a room. The next half hour is fairly dull, though I think it not her fault. After making sweet passionate love with Sophia yesterday and Heidi today, rote fucking just isn’t doing it for me. And, as well, I’m pretty well ausgefickt. (Then again, I did have wonderful sessions yesterday with two others I’d just met.) The time passes without connection and I pay and we part ways. Reading back to Mambomike’s report on Judy from last week, it seems he had a similarly perfunctory experience with her.