Fuckschop Follies 4.0 - A Farewell to Oase
In my very first series of posts on this board, now two years back, I published Lieutenant Bradshaw’s Tips for Rookies. It was a bit of a primer for rookie FKKers, written from the perspective of a rookie, which I was at the time. While I don’t pretend to have the experience that many of the more seasoned veterans here have, I’ve another Tip for Rookies to throw in here. (I would like to hear veteran reactions to this tip.)
Lieutenant Bradshaw’s Tips for Rookies -
5. Let the girl control the clock. I had a session at Oase last time around that ran between 5-10 minutes overtime. We were getting along fabulously well and my sense was that a few minutes wouldn’t upset the cart. Wrong I was. We hit the checkout booth and the young lady demanded the C note and, knowing full well that 31 minutes is an hour, the C note was duly forked over without a fuss.
This trip I’ve been letting my partner in pleasure control the clock and it’s worked out handsomely. That said, this requires handling the matter with considerable aplomb so as not to spoil the romantic atmosphere. A simple “How much time do we have left?” at just the right pause in the action lets her know that you’re in it for 30 minutes, not more, and she’s the timekeeper. I’ve done this consistently over the last three days and not once has it blown the moment, not once has a young lady tried to cut the session short.
Which brings up another subject, before I get down to the day’s activities. I’ve heard guys say that they’re paying for their own pleasure and the rent of the young lady's body, without stopping for a moment to consider that the more effort you put into her pleasure, the more effort she’s going to put into yours. My sense is that a fair amount of consideration for my temporary trophy brides’ pleasures has been a key piece of her keeping the time fairly, if occasionally inaccurately in my favor.
Heidi is my dream girl. Hey, wait didn’t I say that yesterday about Daria? So? Who said dream girl is a singular noun? I arrived at Oase this afternoon at the crack on 13:00, changed me clothes and took a suitable position on a couch. The plan, as always to simply survey the scene for an hour and a half or so, before getting down to the serious business of pleasure. Hey, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Today it didn’t.
So, sitting on the couch I was when I was taken from a distance by the sweetest smile I’d seen all week. Heidi, in one instant, in one swell foop, absconded with my mushpie of a heart and I haven’t seen it since.
Heidi approached me, sitting as I was, there on the couch, the picture of resistance, utterly determined that the clock would strike 3 before anyone, be she Heidi, Catherine Deneuve, or Ingrid Bergman; 3 PM, dammit, before anyone would entice me off to the Zimmer. And so I told Heidi and sent her on her merry way, promising to see her later, and off she went as I felt the rise of a force far stronger than anything my brain could conceivably resist. As I got up from the couch, I could hear a silent “Yes, Master” emanating from my upper brain to my lower.
A bit about Ms. Heidi before I go any further. She’s only briefly mentioned in this thread and, in fact, has only been on the scene for three months. (There are references to another Heidi, also from Hungary, in past years, but clearly these are to an entirely different girl, in many ways.) Heidi has been described as a spinner, but to my mind a spinner is near anorexic, so thin that she lacks shape. Not so with Heidi. While she’s tiny, I wouldn’t say she’s underweight. She has a wonderful little body, delicious curves, and petite breasts, slightly more than a mouthful and a delight to both touch and tongue. She does stand a bit over 5 feet tall. She has brown hair. Beautiful she’s not. I find her pretty though I’m not sure that all would. What she has in spades is warmth, exuberance, and spunk. And a smile that turned my heart to jelly as if it were Captain Zero’s ray gun. Heidi is easily the most affectionate young woman I've met in my travels on these shores.
Back to our regularly scheduled programming. When last seen, regnaD kciN, he of the recently jellied heart, obeying commands from below, dutifully abandoned his place on the couch and, now zombielike, went off to fetch the fetching Ms. Heidi. Past the bar, nothing. Out to the “dining area.” Nothing. A gaze across the warm tub, still 3 degrees too cool, but I digress, to the tables and stools beyond. There she was. Alone.
I felt a thin shiver run up my spine as I strode down on the cold marble floor. What was it about this place? The atmosphere was as phony as the Tudor balustrade that leered at me from the top of the staircase and there she stood, radiant. All those curves showing through that flimsy burnoose.*
I approached and she smiled. I smiled back. I was now totally in her power, but retaining enough of my senses to query against future disappointment. I asked her, flat out, how she felt about kissing. And I was told, “Yes, but only in the room.” This, in my experience, is never a good sign. I offered her my mouth and was given a little peck in return. I offered my mouth again and was offered a peck and a half. I offered my mouth a third time and this time I got a bushel. Now we’re standing by the door to the outdoors making out like teenagers and I throw my arms around her and she throws hers around me. This goes on for several minutes when finally push comes to shove, comes to push me, pull you and it’s off to the Zimmer we go. The next 30 minutes (or what passes for it) pass in a blurry haze of some of the most passionate and playful lovemaking I’ve experienced in many a year. At a suitable pause in the action, I asked her if she knows how much time we had left. She looked her watch and said 10 minutes. I have no idea how long we’d been together and I don’t know if she really did. In any case, that was the demarcation point and the action continued. I paid the dear thing and we went in different directions to freshen up. On parting, I gave her the bad news. Seems I hadn’t nearly enough of her and had further designs upon her person before the sun would set this day. Consider yourself on notice, young lady.
Under normal circumstances I’d have let a couple of hours pass before initiating another session. But these were not normal circumstances. I was under a spell and, as I’m sure you know, one must pay dutiful heed to spells under which one lies. (This is particularly true, by the way, in this, the land of the Brothers Grimm.) Oh, I dunno, maybe an hour, maybe an hour and a half passed. I’m sitting on a couch in the lounge between the bar and the Cloud O’ Smoke lounge when, for some ungodly reason, Jamilla, the Cuban woman, now deemed by me, perhaps harshly, a pest, comes and parks herself next to me. I bid her hello and she says hello as well. We then sit there silently for a few moments. Oh, shit. Heidi walks into the room and quicker than Rickey Henderson goes from first to third, I hear that little voice commanding from below. Thankfully, I’m on my game and, with nary a word, I get up from the couch, move quickly to the parallel one, thankfully empty, and invite sweet Heidi to join me. A few minutes of groping and some serious face-sucking ensue and we’re off in search of more private surroundings. I learn that she’s particularly fond of the Coke room. (That’s Coca-Cola, boys.) And whatever happened to kissing in the Zimmer only?
Anyway, to make a long story even longer, we’re huffing and puffing away like weasels in heat when at a suitable point in the festivities, I query her on the time remaining. 10 minutes. (10 minutes, my sweet Irish ass, methinks.) We’re back at each other and again, amid the merriment, I ask again. 5 minutes. (Right, and I’m James Brown.) Back at it. And I ask again. 2 minutes. Back to the fun. Clearly, she wants this to be over every bit as much as I do. She asks me if I want to extend to an hour, giving little thought to the fact that we’ve been in this room for 45-50 minutes already so to extend for to an hour holds little reward for me. I gently tell her no. I haven’t had nearly enough of her and want this dalliance to last as long as possible. We’ll spend that other half hour later. I pay, we part and go each off on our merry ways.
Guessing here. Round one was between 2-2:45. Round two between 4:10 and 5:00. Somewhere around 5:45, I’m headed in the direction of the Kino when I see Heidi sitting on the circular couch in the middle of Death to Ye Who Dares to Breathe the Air Lounge. She summons me; I obey. She can’t be thinking it’s time for another round, can she? She can. The prelims follow and I gesture in the direction of the Kino where we spend the next 30 minutes or so sucking and fucking and doing all those things boys and girls do when they’re not properly supervised.
It’s dinner time and I invite Heidi to join me. She does, swiping a bite or two from my plate in a show of comfort, one with the other. It’s now 7 PM and I’ve been at the club for six hours, almost all of which was spent under the spell of this sweetest of all young women. There’s nothing further that Oase can possibly hold for me tonight so I bid the object of my affection a bittersweet adieu and depart the scene, entirely ausgefickt.
*Any ideas where I lifted this paragraph?