TR FKK Oase late September 2015 during IAA messe
Oase.
INTRODUCTION.
It was my first time back at Oase in years. I had avoided Oase during the whole construction and pay-for-meals debacle and so I would be arriving at Oase once again a newbie.
Taxi from the excellent Hotel Arkadia in Friedrichsdorf was 10 eur and the driver discreetly followed me into the entry for his kickback. Upon paying the 70 eur fee I had to be told to pick up my robe, slippers and towel at the bar where previously I would have expected the breakfast buffet. The barstools near the money lockers and the bench just inside the entrance were gone, and so I would need to find a new favorite perch to look for girls.
Downstairs the renovated locker room was much nicer than expected; the shower area looked much better although I would still take all my showers upstairs as a force of habit.
Outside the much bigger lawn area was empty; there were a few hardy souls bathing in the weak sunlight but it wasn't warm enough for the girls to frolic outside as I remember fondly from my summer visits.
The new wall-less kino doesn't bother me as much as it would have years ago; after years of FKKing I don't really care about spectators provided my dick and I are up to putting on a good show.
I made my way to the restaurant and got breakfast: fried and scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, bread and butter with black tea. The restaurant proved to be a good spot because the new girls locker room was back there and there was a constant parade all day; girls barely bumping their well-coiffed hair on the too-low chandelier under the skylight.
I saw only one girl I remembered from the old days, Luisa de Morocco, who looks more Asian now without her dark summer tan. But all the great longtime goddesses of Oase past were long gone--no smiling Linda from Greece, no sensual Michelle from Basel, no dark and petite Gabriella, no Amazonian Wonder Woman Sunny standing between the bar and the lounge. I would have to rely upon my instincts and interviewing prowess and reacquaint myself with the Who's Who of Who res, Oase division.
I can't remember how I found Cora, my first girl of the day. Without my usual spots near the money lockers I didn't have a good place to hang out so I alternated between the standup tables near the entrance to the garden and the first sofa between the bar and kino. I got a lot of traffic in both places; I must admit that I prefer approach clubs over places like Aca and Bernds where girls are sitting around just looking expectantly at you like kittens in a pet store. Wie viel kostet das pussy in the window? (with apologies to Patti Page).
CORA.
Dark haired rom spinner with sharp cheekbones and nose, reminded me of a former coworker. Upseller to the pint of annoying.
Cora and I started with a kino BJ and then went outside. She suggested the hut on the hill but I never liked it up there so we took a tent. The session was ok except for her constant up sell. "For kiss you must pay extra". "No, at Oase there has never been pay for kissing". "Oh, I am new here. That is what the other girls tell me". Yeah right.
And as we were walking across the grass to the tent, "this is very dangerous for me in these shoes. If I fall you must pay me one thousand euro. Or give me a tip for this extra. " Me: "what, you can't claim workers comp for a workplace fall?" She looks at me puzzled. Sheesh, no sense of humor.
The actual session was not bad; Cora has a sweet petite hardbody and I enjoyed myself. Not at all a GFE though. With all that complaining and asking for money it was more like a Wife Experience. LOL. 50 eur at the locker, no tip for you baby.
After showering upstairs as usual I perched at a round table near the stairs to the new relax area, which I found too bright to nap and too devoid of naked pussy to be interesting. At just before 5 pm a line of girls formed at the bar and I took the opportunity to scope out a dozen or so pretty young things in the relatively bright light. They were waiting for the dinner buffet to open up, and I peeked at the offerings.
I wasn't hungry myself yet so I switched to the sofa in the bar area where I entertained a constant stream of prospects coming by. I am pretty sure all FKK owners have the New Girl handbook that has a script for these encounters, because I swear I had at least a dozen of the following verbatim conversations:
How are you? (standard wie gehts I guess).
Where are you from? (determine newbie status).
California? Really? How nice! (probably would say the same thing if I said Detroit or Chernobyl).
Is this your first time here? (determine newbie status).
Do you want to go to the room? (close the sale).
Oh, you say you do not have energy--I will give you energy with a nice massage, or blowjob. (counter with alternate product).
Like a script for a telemarketer or something. If they start outsourcing call center work to Romania we are in big trouble. I can resist when Priti or Lakshmi is on the phone from Dell or HP but that sexy Eastern European accent gets to me after years of FKKing. Like Pavlov's dog hearing the bell ring it's boner time for me. Schwing!
Back on the counch, I'd say, well, I just went to the room and just took my shower (running fingers through hair) and I need to rest first.
And boom, they would be off like a shot.
From 5 to about 9 pm or so I swear there was about a 5:1 ratio of girls to guys. Like they ramped up the roster for IAA but all the automechanika attendees were out drinking with colleagues and prospects or something. You could tell that the girls were disappointed with the turnout--lots of doubles teams trying to stir up business, a sense of desparation as they went through their scripts.
I first had shooed away girl number 2 when we met. Alice came over and sat with me on the sofa, and had a sweet disposition and a good vibe, but at that time I truly wasn't yet ready. So when I was ready I snagged her as she made her way back into the bar area. This time, instead of going to the kino, we got a couch at the back wall of the bar area--right behind my now usual spot on the first sofa. Our conversation progressed until she started blowing me right there, just a few feet from an older Germany guy with glasses who made no effort to hide his gaze. When we got up to get a room Alice told me, "I see that man here all the time, but he never goes to the room. " I would not have that kind of personal fiscal control, even if I was 70 years old and on a fixed income. Too bad long-term care insurance doesn't cover BBBJ and sex with young eastern european babes. That would be quite therapeutic for your health I would think. Or make you go early, with a bang, so that the insurance company doesn't have to do a full payout. Win / win I say.
ALICE.
Cute face with a bright happy smile, brown hair, nicely shaped bolt-ONS. But really the attitude was what snagged me.
My session with Alice was great. It was playful and happy and very girlfriend-like. She kept saying I was sweet and not like all the other guys--I wondered after that, am I giving these girls too much of a Boyfriend Experience? Maybe I should start charging them!
She spent a long time blowing me again when we got to our room, then I switched from mish to doggy to standup doggy to cowgirl. Guys here talk alot about octopus girls who wrap themselves around you, and that was Alice here--bringing me to the point of inevitablity just after she started a rhythym on top. Alice seemed kind of disappointed there--I should have held on longer I suppose. Big fail for my attempted BFE, no tip for me. But I was feeling pretty good. Superb 50 EUR session.
Back in the restaurant I grabbed some wurst and shared a table with Cora and her friend. They both ordered soup that looked really interesting--it came with a cup of sour cream that they slathered onto slices of bread and dissolved into their soup bowls. Creamy soups turn my stomach so I had never encountered such a dish, but it seemed to be comfort food like from home.
On the next table over sat a trio of Japanese guys, who weren't eating but just hanging out. One guy had big wide eyes like in manga; maybe this was the most naked white girl pussy he's ever seen in his life (full disclosure, it is mine, especially counting years of FKKing). Turns out he had been staking out the path from the girls' locker for a seemingly plain Jane kind of girl--once she emerged he jumped up from his chair, eagerly spoke to her, and they waltzed off hand-in-hand. I later met Elizabeth de Hungary on my sofa and while she seemed like having a good attitude, somewhat reminiscent of her countrywoman Judith, long gone from Oase now, her looks weren't quite my style.
With the sun gone down the light from the back garden wasn't enough to pick out girls by, so I switched to the TV balcony overlooking the Jacuzzi. I remembered this as the hangout of usually shaved head tough-guys, some of whom I had always suspected to be pimps, and being familiar with the body of work of Jason Statham I didn't care to associate with such individuals. However, here in the Neue smoke-free tourist-friendlier Oase, the balcony was mostly full of hot young girls waiting for customers. Oana sat idly at the stool closest to the hallway, while Cora took a spot at the top of the stairs leading down to the restaurant level.
This quiet-looking Asian guy sat across from me, at the rail of the balcony, with a huge red lipstick print on his left cheek. Surely he must see that in his reflection in the mirror behind me, I thought. But maybe he was truly oblivious, mind in a horny fog with all the hot naked women around. Or maybe he was wearing it proudly, like a Revlon red badge of courage. I saw. I came. I conquered.
Three girls were animatedly chatting at the table just under the TV--Luisa, the black girl with cornrows, and a blonde that at first I thought might be my long time fave Verona, but I knew Verona didn't have that tat on the back of her leg before. The blonde saw me checking her out, and did the waving me over thing, but as I always do in this mating ritual, perhaps executing the same power dynamic as cooing pigeons and chest-baring bonobos, responded with the no, you come over here wave, and she came over.
SINA de Germany.
Blonde with big eyes, like Britney Spears meets Amber Valetta. Told me her blowjob was better than fucking her, and she was right.
Sina (pronounced zee-nah) got us a key and we grabbed one of the lamer rooms; I must have had a face because she asked if I wanted to wait for a better room, but I said now, this is fine. Then she excused herself to go to the restroom, which I always find unnverving, waiting on your own in the room for an uncertain length of time while the girl is out there doing who knows what. But she left her purse with me, indicating she was definitely coming back, and evidently indicating some level of trust with me too.
Upon her return she launched into one of the most slobbery, energetic, technique-driven blowjobs I've ever had. In that way my mental comparison to Verona was appropriate; I remember Verona blowing me in the kino and watching herself in the mirror as if to admire her form and technique, like an Olympic athlete reviewing a discus throw. Maybe it was like how gymnastics names techniques after eminent sports heroes ("Nastya executes a perfect Tsukahara off the vault! There would be the Verona, or the Sina ("that was an amazing swirl move there, a perfect Sina, let's see the replay in super-slow-mo, shall we?
Sina gave head with a world-class level of gusto, perhaps more. We stayed like that for a long time (what, I'm not stupid) and then started the usual rotation. After the usual mish / doggy I suggested cowgirl, saying that I wanted to look into her pretty eyes, and she responded with, why don't you just come in my mouth while I look up at you with my eyes. And that's what we did. And it was great. 50 eur + 50 eur CIM bonus.
I hung out on my sofa for a while, trying to figure out if I had another pop in me. I didn't really, so I ended up leaving around midnight. By 11 pm the place had changed a lot--there were lots of guys sitting idly around and seemingly no girls. I had seen a lot of the day shift girls leaving their locker room around 10 pm dressed in street clothes, so I knew the roster would be down, and I suppose all the remaining girls were in the rooms. Good time to make my leave.
SUMMARY.
I really liked Oase--it had the same feel as before, with a good measure of couch action in the kino and in my spot near the bar, but with a whole host of new talent and vastly improved infrastructure. Best was the non-smoking environment, which I totally noticed after the following day at Sharks, where the secondhand smoke kind of made me sick to my stomach.
GIRLS I MET / DID*.
JOLIE? Blond face looks Maria Sharapova tennis player maybe just in the dark.
DARIA blond met at bar little chunky like Reese Witherspoon, kind of desperate.
OANA blondish curly shoulder hair 20 green necklace from Bucharest.
AMELIA auburn GND bar saw leaving from day shift.
TATIANA older blond Russia wide smile black garter.
REBECCA blond black bandeau top Ukraine sharp cheekbones face.
CORA* spinner brunette corset top looks like former coworker. Upsell. Script tat on wrist. Switched tops a few times over the course of the night (maybe after each session?) then was buck naked toward the end.
PATRICE (maybe Beatrice?) blond frizzy hair Russian butter face with friend.
ANNA brunette bolt-ONS big left shoulder tat.
IRINA Costanta brunette soft sell do you like kissing?
INGRID Rom dirty blond older big blue eyes puffy nips solo at cafe.
GINA rom looks Russian blond thick.
AIDA round face brun bulg sweet girl but not my type.
ALICE* brown / dirty blond hair cute face looks like acquaintance. Romanian, great session LFK eye contact.
ADELINA dyed redhead newbie looking friend of Oana came by for a double.
ROSA ice blond spinner cold attitude. Nicole Kidman meets Sienna Miller. 4 lines of script tat on side.
RENATA brunette alt goth SF look girdle corset, impressed I remembered her name a few times.
SONIA reddish brown Latin look soft sell.
SASHA tall blond Russian tall tight end build. Not fat, just muscular.
MAKAYLA tall dark skinny black lip stud.
ELIZABETH Hungary big naturals was girl Japanese guy staked out in cafe with buddies put my hand on her breast during couch interview.
MARA green bandeau small tits blond short hair skinny Anne Hathaway 5 months at Oase.
IVANA white zippered tank top black leggings Shania Twain small eyes.
GINGER "Italy" blond black teddy.
ADELA Spain blond ponytail black bikini.
MONA stout brun glasses Rom.
PAOLA chubby half tee friend of pretty brun Andree half rus half rom.
DENISA Latin skanky looking.
SINA* german blond big eyes Britney Spears meets Amber Valetta 23 flower tat front tat along back of right leg. Was right that her bbbjtcim was better than fucking.
ANDREE really pretty petite brunette getting towel and key. I don't think she looks Asian at all, maybe half at best.
FOOD MENU.
Bow tie pasta dried shrimp.
Ben and iceberg lettuce salad.
Pork olives stroganoff.
Weiss wurst and Frankfurters.
Roast potatoes.
Pasta in white sauce.
Pork cutlets.
Cylinder pasta red sauce bacon.
More wurst.