My First Visit to FKK Oase
I made FKK Oase the second stop on my first Frankfurt-based FKK tour in August-September 2019; please see my previous post on the General Info thread for an overview of my tour. I sensed from what I had read online beforehand that Oase was one of the most popular Frankfurt area FKKs among foreigners, perhaps coming in a close second behind Sharks, so I made it a high priority.
Oase definitely had the most impressive and comfortable facility of any of the FKKs that I visited. I appreciated the Roman theme and aesthetic, which almost made me feel like a Roman emperor as I partook of the imperial harem in my Hugh Hefner robe. The session rooms had mirrors, including one with a mirror on the ceiling that greatly enhanced one of my sessions. The glaring exception to the overall high quality of the facility was that the food was the worst of any of the FKKs that I visited. The penne was so "al dente" that it cut the roof of my mouth. If they have a Roman theme for their establishment, then they should at least cook the Italian food properly. I appreciated their shuttle from and to the Frankfurt train station, but it lacked a convenient departure time between 2 pm and 8 pm.
I went on a Sunday night, so the size of the talent pool was smaller but still substantial enough to find more than a few candidates. The gender ratio was advantageous, as there were few other guys. The quality of the lineup was good for what must have been a slow night – better than Sharks on the preceding Saturday night, which was not what I would have expected. The quality of the lineup was good enough to enable me to overcome the fact that the prevailing aesthetic here and at some other FKKs was not a close fit for my personal tastes and to expand beyond my comfort zone.
Most of the Oase girls were not particularly aggressive in making the first move, although there were a few sharks. There were more, however, more likely to upsell and negotiate harder for higher prices. The worst case was a Serbian girl bearing a slight resemblance to the actress Jeri Ryan, albeit with somewhat darker coloring. She refused to negotiate outside the session room and had the audacity to make the outrageous claim that every other girl at Oase would also insist on negotiating only in the session room. Most of the other girls were polite and tactful, but firm, in their negotiating positions.
I ended up doing sessions with two Romanian girls at Oase. The first was one of two sisters at Oase; I would have inquired about the possibility of a duo with the two sisters, but the other sister was busy at the time. Both sisters were petite spinners with baby faces and darker coloring. The sister with whom I had my session delivered quality service, including good BBBJ, a tight pussy, and some solid post-coital GFE. The other Romanian was tall and slender but still had some substantial curves. She had a lighter complexion than many Romanians and bore a slight resemblance to the actress Rachel Weisz. She had some exceptional head game and great tits & ass but lacked the GFE of my first session.
I enjoyed my first visit to Oase for the impressive facility, the equally impressive lineup, and the good service. The design and comfort of the facility was a welcome contrast to my experience at Sharks the night before (see my separate post), as was the smaller but finer lineup. The good service from two Romanian girls overcame some of my apprehensions about Romanians, based on what I had heard and read about them. The girls do take a firmer position on money, which I would say was not unreasonable in light of the higher quality of the venue and the talent, and all but one of them did so in reasonable ways. My only suggestions for improvement are minor, such as actually cooking pasta before serving it and adding a shuttle departure time in the late afternoon or earlier in the evening. I would return to Oase on a future trip but did not return for a second visit during this trip simply because the lineups at other FKKs, some of which had more convenient locations, were a better fit for my personal taste.
The Agony and the Ecstasy
Two visits, two weeks apart, two very different outcomes. On arrival in Germany in mid-September I made a beeline for Oase, jet lag be damned. I met a young lovely who pointed me in the right direction for the robe, shoes, and towel (since I only get over to Europe every few years it is always a learning experience). I dashed downstairs, showered, and was back in just five minutes. Alas, the lass was already on someone else's lap. I figured I'd wait to see how that developed but was grabbed by a figure from my past who unfortunately remembered me, as well. I really remembered little of her except her trash stamp and that despite average looks (and that was several years ago) she did do a decent BJ, so off we went: I could seek out the new object of my lust when we were done. Her BJ skills had gone down proportionally to her looks. I'm a notoriously hard finisher so things dragged on and became firmer and firmer to the point of discomfort. I almost told her to go easy but things were getting close. Besides, I have a grip that can crush rocks as a result of a LOT of practicing sex while alone and if I haven't caused grievous injury by now she wasn't going to break anything.
Or so I thought. I had not factored in that I have neither long nails nor the flexibility to get my teeth in unsafe proximity of my bits down there. I'm not sure which it was but something almost drew blood, resulting in a red, raw spot. Yikes! She started to ask me if I had a STD, obviously trying to get a head start in the blame game. I pointed out that her eyes were within millimeters of the injured spot for something over twenty minutes and that I'd have thought that she would have noticed if I brought it into the room with me.
So much for waiting for the earlier lovely. No one in her right mind was going to touch that thing in that condition so I left crestfallen and had to abstain for several days, wiping out about a quarter of my planned immersion into the local culture, here defined as "women".
Two weeks later I was back, fully healed, for another shot on my last European night. I had managed to lose, temporarily, it turned out, my wallet so the car rental wasn't going to happen. I had learned of the shuttle on the first visit and it may become my go-to transport from now on. Pretty convenient if your schedule is flexible and you have access to the train station, a pretty good possibility given that it looks like half the mass transit system goes through there. On the way back, though, talking with a fellow traveler, I learned a bit about his S-Bahn / taxi method and if I can remember it I want to give it a try as it offers a lot more flexibility.
But back to the sex bit. I was relieved that my nemesis was nowhere to be seen. Unfortunately neither was the sweet young thing from the first time. But then I spotted a wonderful alternative. We passed in the corridor leading to the restaurant and the outdoor pool. I hesitated, then went back in pursuit. When I got to the main room I saw her sitting down so I ventured over to chat. She was nowhere near as attractive as I thought, and this was in the dim light. She had looked better in the brighter corridor. That's unheard of! She was from Bulgaria with nasty tats and big bolt-ONS. I was having potential buyer's remorse when she said that she had to go outside to get her car keys or something. Would I wait? I said I was going out to the pool. She said she would meet me there. She didn't. I was relieved.
The pool area was peaceful and almost deserted. It was a cool, overcast day but I'm from a colder climate so I thought it was great and a good way to stay away from the mostly unattractive ladies. It was mid afternoon on a Monday so probably one of the worst times, quality-wise. I expected things to improve before it was shuttle time. But after thirty minutes it was time to go on the prowl again. I stopped by the bar for a Coke and coming down the stairs was, well, the same girl I'd followed before but she looked good in the dim light this time. Apparently I had lost track of her the first time as I entered the gloom and that was NOT her with the nasty tats and bolt-ONS. Serious bullet dodged. So off we went. Thin, long straight brown hair, from Romania, named Amy. One of my best ever experiences at Oase. Life was good again. So good that I went outside to recharge, hoping for a double header. Of course, she was nowhere to be seen as the shuttle time approached. I ended up with a Thai named Princess. I go to Thailand twice a year for a month at a time, and here I was in Germany paying a lot more. Dumb. She was adequate but wouldn't shut up. Not upselling, but promising that we would have wild threesomes with no holes barred when I came back next year. I suppose it was supposed to be dirty talk. On the brighter side I did not leave with damaged privates, so there's that.
Still, the Amy Experience will be my memory of that visit and will ensure a return in the not too distant future. This is different from my norm: For some reason my last visits to Oase on trips tend to be disappointments. Definitely not so this time.
Report on first visit to FKK Oase Club
Preface: This turned into a long post with many boring details on the club itself. Skip to the last few paragraphs if you only want to hear about the couple girls I sessioned.
Took the 2 PM Oase shuttle picking up from the central train station (HPB) on Friday. How fucking awesome is this deal! After the 40 minute ride I understood why they have a shuttle. As we neared the club was reminded of a strip club near Lawrence Kansas I often visited also located out in the middle of the cornfields. Visiting Club Oase offers the opportunity to see the German countryside.
Arriving in the afternoon the entry is only 50 euro. As soon as I entered I knew I would like this club. It immediately has a very elegant feel with the Roman architecture, statues and marble. As I gathered my gold robe and sandals I glanced to the left to see a couple girls sitting in the bar area watching and learning I was unfamiliar with the place. I knew they would be all over me when I got in there. To enter the locker room you need to turn right and go down the stairs after getting the robe.
When I came back upstairs and entered the bar I quickly walked past these girls and their reach for me. Of course one came running over when I picked a seat to order my apple juice. She was actually decent looking but way too aggressive for me. Finally warded her off with the usual lines we all use after just arriving in a club. Then the second one came over and tried. Wanted to give me a tour. Repeat all the same lines. Both conversations ended friendly so I hadn't tarnished my image.
I had not eaten since the crappy food night before at Mainhatten (avoid this club. See my review on that forum). So I was really hungry and couldn't think about much else until eating. Turns out the dining room is closed from 3:30 until 5 PM. So the 2 PM shuttle is wrong one if you want to eat upon arrival. Next time I'll aim for the 12 noon shuttle so I can have brunch when I arrive.
Found the hot tub but learned it's actually a "warm tub". Had a chill in me from the rainy weather so found the sauna. Wow what an awesome facility this whole place. The sauna is in a log cabin sort of building. It's huge with windows to the pool area and scented water auto-sprayed onto the sauna rocks. Very tranquil and relaxing! After several rotations of sauna / shower I tried the "warm tub" and found it more comfortable than expected. Great high powered massaging jets compared to most jacuzzi type tubs. You need to hit two different switches to get both sets of jets working. One switch on either side of the ladder.
As the 5 PM dinner hour neared I showered up and got ready to eat. Went to the refreshment counter and found genuine Coca Cola products. Not even Sharks Club has that! Looked over the food and was pleased with the nice variety of chicken, polish sausages, brats, and a pork / gravy / vegetable dish. Salad looked very good but no salad dressings here WTF? If you don't like vinegar & oil you will not like the salad. Great meal overall just slightly a notch below Sharks which was excellent.
After dinner I sat up in the relaxation room for nearly an hour and slightly dozed off. This is a nice feature of the club with really comfortable furniture. Finally it was time to get into the game. Walking back to the locker room to brush my teeth a girl with beautiful natural tits sitting in the hot tub room asked me to join her. I told her I would come back and I did ask her name. She replied Amy. Well that was the last I ever saw of Amy. To my disappointment she was gone a few minutes later. I learned a lesson. Need to think quicker on my feet here because there's so many guys pacing around this place.
I made it back to the bar and ordered my first beer. The bar is a great vantage point to look over and evaluate the talent. After a couple less attractive girls pitched me without success a prettier one approached me somehow from my blind side. Said she was 21 years old and from Bulgaria and asked if I've ever experienced a girl from her country. I had to admit I had not. She got between my legs and did a slow 360 degree turnaround. My tool popped up outside the robe like a tin soldier boy standing at attention. The decision had been made without any input from me. I just needed to make sure BBBJ was part of her game and figured worry about the minutes and money once in the room. She said yes and off we went. Once in the room I asked for a hug and then tried to kiss her. She stopped me and said "wait you have to tell me what you want here". I told her just the normal stuff. Kissing, BBBJ and sex. She asked about CIM and said something like "it's different here than Sharks" and I got the feeling she was trying her upsell pitch since we hadn't discussed price earlier. Finally I just told her "I'm fine with one hour including kissing and BBBJ for 100 euros and I'll pay the 50 extra for CIM if it happens ok?" She hesitated slightly and said ok. It turned into a great session. Kissing was very soft slow GFE. Blow job she layed her head on my stomach which I haven't had that style in a while. It was a good technique and I'm sure she was hoping for CIM. For sex I was on top and she stared wide eyed into the ceiling mirrors for the first little while. She loved watching what she was feeling. After rotating to get behind her I was finally able to make her eyes close tightly and then eventually wrinkles appeared in her forehead. It was great sex! After she asked if she could smoke a cigarette. I said sure and we had a nice conversation and she seemed to really open up. I'm surprised sometimes how personal the girls are willing to get. It's a good feeling when it's not just mechanical. Turns out she was off work for a while with a medical issue and this was her first sex in two weeks. Explains the forehead wrinkles. This girl is easy to find at Oase. She has a 4 inch cross tatoo just below her left hip. Her name is Christina. Later in the night I talked with her older sister and she told me they are actually from Romania but one of their parents is from Bulgaria.
Took a shower drank a couple more beers and then picked Diana. Pronounced Dee-On-Ah. She's tall, thin and very blonde. Again I just verified BBBJ and decided to wait for the room to get into price / minutes. In the room I went to kiss her and she said sternly "no kissing". I said it's ok I'll spend an hour with you. She said again no I don't kiss. If you wanted kissing you should have asked before we come to the room. But it's ok she said we can leave and you can pick different girl. I was surprised how easily she was willing to forgo the session. But I liked her body and still wanted to fuck her. Instead of leaving I asked can we just do 30 minutes without kissing but with BBBJ and sex. Sure that's fine she replied to my suprise. I was hoping there was no misunderstanding when I went to pay her later and there was not. It was 50. But she shouldn't charge for her blow jobs anyhow because it was so bad. To say her skill was poor would be wrong to imply she had any skill whatsoever. Don't pick this girl if you want oral sex. But her pussy was wet and tight so I was happy for the 50 euro price. Her moans sounded genuine. But we never know for sure do we LOL.
Showered up again and hit the kitchen for the made to order pizza. Tried to order number 9 plus black olives. "NO extras" I was quickly informed. Which number you want? LOL. I couldn't get the sound of the song out of my mind from the BK jingle years ago - "special orders don't upset us". Scarfed down most of the pizza and went to find out what time was the next shuttle to Frankfort. I had one hour to kill so sipped on one more beer before the ride back. What a great service this shuttle!
In summary this club is awesome. I brought 500 euros with me but only spent 225. It was 50 for entry, 100 Christina, 50 Diana and 5 beers at 5 euro each. What a deal!