May three-day trip: Introduction
I never thought too much about Athens as a mongering destination. For the longest time, the image that came into my head when I thought "Greek" and "Prostitute" (besides the anal association) was a tiny brothel in Greek Nicosia, Cyprus that I stepped into, out of curiosity on a trip several years back. The red light outside attracted me, but the fat, ugly middle aged hooker inside definitely did not.
Reports on Greece don't pop up too frequently on the ISG forum, and those that did were not that glowing in how they rated Athens or the rest of the country. When earlier this year I learned I would be making a May trip to Athens, I read up more on the options, and did find some positive indications.
Based on my experiences during a three-day visit in mid-May month, I would call Athens an underrated place for pay sex fun. Athens has plenty of venues and they are easy to get to (including by public transportation). And as far as health, comfort, cleanliness, and safety, it's hard to find many destinations that outstrip the studios and brothels in Athens. It may not be a sex tourism destination in its own right, but one of the better cities to combine regular tourism and sex travel.
To be sure, what's on offer is often not great value in terms of session time vs. Cost. In the studios, the standard session was 20 minutes, though sometimes extended to 25, or as short as 15 minutes. In that time the packages quoted me were as follows: 50 Euros for "standard" service suck (covered) and fuck; 70 Euros included 69 with covered blowjob; for 80 Euros you got an uncovered blow job; and at the 100 Euro level you got half and hour and "massage" whatever that meant.
Despite higher prices that I would prefer, I was very pleasantly surprised by the quality of the women (most would not be out of place in a German FKK) and especially the high level of service. In my limited experience on Fylis street I was satisfied with the cost of 20 Euros per 15 minutes or so, but even there the girls, service, and facilities were good (if I were living in Athens I would be a regular there).
In many ways, the place that comes to mind right away as a comparison is Singapore. And given its location and transportation links, Athens is is a viable option for someone looking for a convenient place to escape some of the less mongering friendly countries in the neighborhood some nearby Middle Eastern countries come to mind). I plan to use it as an escape in the future.
May three-day trip: Day 1
I arrived in Athens very late on a Wednesday night, and after sleeping in late and having a big breakfast at my hotel on Kifisias Street, I had a couple of hours free until my first work commitment of the trip. Some of the closest studios I had located on the map of the area.
Were on Vrilissou Street, not far as the crow flies but a steep trek up winding streets. To save some time and energy I took a taxi, cheap at just 3 Euros. The views of the city from Vrilissou were impressive, once you looked past the car dealerships and repair shops on the avenue.
What I was really looking for were the studios I had listed on my map, and spotting these for the first time was easy, with their clear signs and large red address numbers. The first place I had listed at 60 had a permanent "closed" sign affixed to the front door. But the place a couple of blocks down at number 46 was more inviting, with an open front door.
I rang for entry at the inside door, and received as warm welcome as I ever had at a house of ill repute. The woman managing the house was a smiling, grandmotherly figure; I thought she was going to hug me. In fact, this was a trend I noticed while in Athens: almost without exception, the house managers were extremely friendly and welcoming, whether we could communicate verbally or not. This was a real departure from the mamasans or thekefraus I've encountered sometimes in other parts of the world, who might greet you with a snarl or at best barely acknowledge your existence.
This mama, who turned out to be Ukrainian (my three words of Greek wasted! Displayed her hospitality with a cup of Greek coffee She also ushered to the waiting room for my decision tall, curvy Marina, a smiling Czech in a hot pink bikini. I indicated an enthusiastic "yes," paid 70 Euros for a session that included 69 ing for 25 minutes (the longest time period quoted me on the trip, probably a function of the early time of day, midweek), and the mama then showed me to a bedroom downstairs.
My first exposure to an Athens studio bedroom was a pleasant surprise. The extremely clean room was all kitted out in traditional brothel decor, with diffused red lighting, gauzy curtains on a four post bed, some erotic art on the walls, and a television showing contemporary Greek porn. In one corner was a glass shower stall and a sink. Overall, a very comfortable and functional place with some style. I found this to be the case in all the studios I visited (and on a more modest scale, on Fylis Street too).
This room was a mark of the civilized nature of the studio experience, as was the pre-session prep time the guest receives (I also like that you're allowed to take your time cleaning up and dressing afterward). Yes, the waiting period can be a problem if you have time limitations, but I liked that I could take a shower, relax on the bed a little while. Sometimes I would rest during this waiting time, but other times to get ready for the fairly short sessions to come I would prepare myself solo with the aid of the porn videos being shown.
When Marina entered I greeted her with an embrace and caressed her back and round buns. Sitting down at the edge of the bed, I then began to kiss her flat stomach, lifting my head up to kiss the exposed tops of her breasts, which she quickly released from her bikini top. I kissed and sucked her nipples, then turned her around to turn my attention to her ass, pulling those bikini bottoms down. She crawled onto the bed with me and I guided her to lie back to let me begin an intense pussy licking that she seemed to enjoy ("Sexy man," she said with a smile). She got her mouth into the act with a 69 before we shifted to some rhythmic fucking. Doggystyle proved ideal since I could get my hands on Marina's nice ass. After I came Marina gave me a warm goodbye hug, and I took my time getting cleaned up, very satisfied from this initial studio experience. The grandma-mama's cheerful farewell was the cherry on top.
Leaving 46 Vrilissou I noticed two other studios nearby, 36 and 36 A. I still had time on my hands so decided to sample some more studio action. At random I entered the one accessed by a staircase to one floor below street level (the building being perched on a steep hillside). On entry an enthusiastic middle aged Greek man welcomed me in fluent English and presented Sonia, a lithe, tall brunette with somet tattoos and piercings giving her a bit of a bad-girl look. Due to her name I asked "Russian?" and he replied Russian-Romanian; she identified herself as Romanian so I think he was playing salesman there (he also almost had to play carpenter as a faulty door nearly had me trapped in the toilets). After handing over 70 Euros for 20 minutes with 69 I got ready in the room.
Sonia looked ultra-fit in her bikini, even more so after she stripped out of it. Like most of the studio sessions I would have on this trip, things started with a routine. Normally in paysex this equates to something mechanical and dull, but somehow not in my Athens experience. Sonia began by nuzzling my neck, removing her bikini top, and massaging my chest sensuously with her breasts. I came to really look forward to this opening act of sorts. The only think missing was kissing, which outside of one or two pecks on the lips, was absent from my Greece trip, unfortunately.
I'm fortunate to have broad (pun maybe intended) tastes in women; while I'm often in the mood for thick girls and ample chests, Sonia's slender body really got me excited. Something else that piqued my interest were her big pussy lips, something that for whatever reason was the case with a lot of the girls on this trip. When she took off her bikini briefs and turned around to assume the 69 position, I came face to face with these luscious lips and reveled in them, sucking and rolling them in my mouth with my tongue and giving them gentle nibbles. Judging by the wetness Sonia liked this, and this enthusiasm carried over into our fucking. We locked eyes as I penetrated in missionary, and she rode me energetically, standard and reverse. My skin tingling, I felt like an electric charge was going through my system I was so aroused by her, especially as we got into doggy and I bent to kiss her back. On my lips I could feel the tiny hairs of her back standing up, revealing that she too was feeling something. After I came and we both dropped on the bed, exhausted, she admitted how turned on she had been, and in the words every monger likes hear she told me "I should be paying you!" The fact that I did not return on to see Sonia again, was a regret of the trip.
May three-day trip: Day 2
The Athens Metro system offers a lot to a monger, in my experience one of the more convenient public transportation systems for sex tourism. Katechaki station on Metro line 3 was conveniently located en route between my meeting destination and my hotel, and after a half day of work activities I took the train to that stop to check out the pair of studios at near the intersection of Katechaki and Messogion Streets.
I climbed the stairs to number 8, let in by another kindly middle aged house mama, who presented the two girls on hand (the only time on the trip I saw two girls available at a studio). The first, a Romanian hottie (easily top flight FKK material) explained the program to me in English, as the mama was unable to do so. This girl was beautiful but seemed a little cold. Next a tall brunette with shoulder length hair and great curves sashayed into the room and introduced herself with a wicked smile and sassy attitude. I was very attracted to this one, named Emma, but ever the comparison shopper I had thoughts of seeing the merchandise at the studio at number 5 across the street (I later saw pretty hot Russian blonde there but did not have the energy to go for her a the time). I even began to head down the stairs out of the studio until I came to my senses, turned around, and told the bemused mama that I would go for the brunette, getting my "order" in a moment before another guy arrived, the first other man I had seen at a studio so far. Inside the room, I paid the mama 70 Euros for 20-25 minutes with 69 (and covered blow job, as in most places BBBJ was 80 but Emma did not offer this).
When Emma joined me in the room a few minutes later she smiled widely and we began to chat. I was taken with her cute accent and learned that she was Estonian, so this would be my first encounter with a Baltic chick. We talked about my place of origin in the USA And Emma told me that she had worked in Windsor, Canada as a stripper for a while. She looked the part: tall with long sexy legs and big silicon boobs. We engaged in playful banter and Emma put to use the skills she honed in the strip club, rubbing her tits on me and teasing me with near-kisses. Unlike a gentlemen's club lapdance, however, I knew I would be getting laid at the end. I also put in more of a performance than a typical nudie bar patron, as I lay Emma down to lick her pussy. Again I had a girl with prominent pussy lips, and I used my mouth to play with them to Emma's pleasure. Switching to 69 meant I had her cute anus in my sights and wonderful pale, round ass cheeks to squeeze.
Pumping Emma in missionary and then her returning the favor riding me in cowgirl also permitted a lot of verbal and visual interaction between us, my favorite the evil smiles and funny, sexy comments Emma growled at me in her cute Estonian-accented English. The view of her big fake tits bouncing hair also turned me on, but the best was having her long legs wrapped around me. Or maybe it was wrangling with her meaty, curvy white ass from behind, like a cowboy breaking a bronco at a rodeo, I'm not sure, but that's what got me to cum, and had me dropping to the bed covered in sweat.
The rest of the afternoon was set aside for exploring studios closer to the heart of the city. The metro got me to the area east of Siggrou Street, where one place on Ilia Iliou Street was closed (for the day or permanently, I don't know). One of the few studios I had read of by name on the ISG forum was Tringeta 3, on a sloping side street close to the Marriott. On a purely residential street, the signage here was much more discreet than I had seen before, resembling a doctor's or lawyer's office (their business card actually reads "Architecture Association".
The house mama was less friendly than the others I had seen, but I didn't really care when I saw the girl on duty, a slinky Romanian brunette who entered topless. After agreeing on her for 70 Euro 69 service, I got to see more than just her perky little breasts when she took a pre-sex shower in the glassed in stall in the corner of the room. We didn't communicate much verbally, but I was satisfied by admiring her feline wiles. An exotic cutie like this rubbing her slender body against you is pretty nice, even if the sex itself was not very memorable. As I left there were two other guys in the waiting room, and she truly was honey to the flies, probably the cutest girl I saw in Athens.
From the end of Tringeta I could spot the signs for several studios across the expressway that is Siggrou Street. To get there I had to walk down a bit, take an underpass, and then double back, an annoying detour although it did take me past a stall with good, cheap hot dogs and more importantly a hot counter girl. I made the rounds of the several studios in this area, without taking the plunge. Upstairs at Siggrou 144 had two marginal looking busty Romanian brunettes who gave me a vibe that they were used to processing the clients of the strip club downstairs and in the vicinity. On Aristotelous Street the studio at number 6 had a somewhat older Romanian brunette, and number 5 a younger one. Neither was unattractive but they were certainly not up to the (surprisingly) high standards of this trip so far, so I moved on.
This involved a ten minute walk down Siggrou to Jovi's House studio at number 108. Besides the sign outside, this place blatantly stood out as a brothel, with lavender-painted walls on the staircase leading to the studio, and super-strong perfume wafting through the corridor. Inside the baubles and fringes shouted cathouse at every turn. A middle-aged Greek lady with fine English welcomed me and gave the introduction to Susanna, my first Greek girl of this trip. With wild black hair against porcelain skin, and a sort of take-no-prisoners attitude, this looked to be an exciting session. This visit different than others in that it felt rushed, as the time limit for the session was 15 minutes (70 Euros) and so was the shortest time quoted on my visit; the mama indicated that this was a strict limit to accommodate other (unseen) guests. Also kind of disappointing was that Susanna was energetic but somewhat mechanical, and as advertised abruptly (but politely) cut off the session at the 15 minute mark though I had not come yet; I think other studios were more flexible and the girls more attuned to the client's satisfaction.
Leaving Jovi I had a tight timetable: I needed to buy a souvenir for a friend in the Acropolis area, and then get to a work function at my hotel at 7 PM, with just enough time in between to get back to Katechaki 8 for one last session with Emma. This would be my last chance to see her since she was not working the next day, and I would be leaving early the day after that. The Metro was reliable as ever, getting me efficiently to the Katechaki station. Up at the studio I was in luck, as Emma was available.
Sultry and saucy as before, this time when she entered the room Emma told me to stand back to the wall and then bent over to rub her ass against my erect cock, basically an upright lap dance. Back on the bed she used her lips and blown up boobs to great effect all over my body; I sucked a nipple when she would let me catch one. After a fine 69 We interspersed dirty talk throughout the fucking that followed. This is my favorite kind of pay sex, engaging my body as well as my brain. And it typifies most of the sessions I had in Athens: despite their brevity (20 minutes or so), I'd say they rank highly on the basis of minute-for-minute pleasure, for almost all the girls fit a lot of fun into a short time.
May three-day trip: Day 3
The third and last day of this brief trip had arrived, and with work completed my early afternoon I knew exactly where I was headed. Emma at the Katechaki 8 studio had told me that although she would not be working on Saturday, another Estonian girl, her friend Zeta, would be there and that I would like her. This was endorsement enough for me, and I was indeed floored when zeta introduced herself. She was a living Barbi: blonde, very tall, with outrageous silicon tits and the unnatural waistline-hips ratio right out of the Mattel package.
Zeta coupled this look with a super smile and friendliness I usually don't associate with girls who could just get away with great looks. Like her country-woman Emma she used her big fake tits to tease and tantalize me, brushing then over my body. The indelible image in my mind has Zeta crouching in front of me licking my balls and shaft, the outline of her round buns and ass crack raised up beyond her platinum blonde hair. Looking at her rising above me, riding me fiercely, was fantastic, matched only by the view taking her behind doggystyle. Zeta's the closest in my memory of fucking a Playboy bunny, but not the girl-next-door type: she was as much naughty as nice. I never expected anything like this in Athens.
The rest of the afternoon was set aside for an expedition to Fylis Street. I got there via Metro to Victoria Square station, from which it was just a couple of minutes walk west. For all I had heard about Fylis Street being a major red light district, I was surprised at how small it was, just three or so blocks from what I could tell. It was about 4 PM on a Saturday, and only about half of the "open" lights were lit, and I noticed only a couple of men on the street. In walking on the street between then and my departure about an hour and half later, I noticed more ordinary people using the street as a thoroughfare (and a beggar family) than men out and about for fun. The street had some trash and graffiti but didn't look too bad otherwise.
Without any way to judge a book by its cover, I just entered the first place I saw with an outside light glowing. (it was on the southernmost of the three blocks, on the southeast corner). The doorway opened to a small alley leading to the entrance around back. The young guy who let me inside soon brought in a slim, olive complexioned brunette going topless to show off her perky breasts. Happy with her looks, I agreed to a session and he showed me into one of the bedrooms (simple with a sink and no shower, but very clean and comfortable) and he took my 20 Euro note. Eugenie was Greek (I could see her passing for eastern European Roma though) and cute. She wasn't especially friendly, however, though language was a barrier. I enjoyed looking at this cutie as we fucked, but there wasn't any spark to it. Plus I found myself rushing through the session so as not to go over the 10 or 15 minutes allotted, which turned out to be unnecessary since since she fortunately didn't press me for time.
Afterward I walked up the length of the street as far as I saw lights. At the northeastern-most corner I saw a light on outside. A place with an entry sunken below street level. I went in, and the not-unfriendly middle-aged papa-san stated in halting English: "no woman here," which I misunderstood until he repeated himself while pointing to his crotch and clarifying "trans. " I appreciated his being up-front and so I thanked him and moved on.
From there I continued down the west side of Fylis, stopping at random into a couple of places where the girls were occupied at the moment. Then I found a place, a ground floor one with a stripper pole in the presentation room, where a tall Hungarian brunette soon presented herself. I would have chosen her for her looks, but at every turn there was a bonus with this girl, Stephanie. She spoke fluent English, plus 5 other languages. This was one smart cookie, with a great sense of humor too. We spent most of the session chatting, with Stephanie telling me about Hungary, her adjustment to life in Greece, and her observation that due to the economic crisis "the Greeks don't fuck anymore! This was made all the more stimulating by the fact that throughout our conversation I was fucking her slowly, rhythmically in missionary. I had never had sex quite like this! We had gone over time, close to 20 minutes, since we couldn't hear the mama call in to us. I was in no way ready to quit, so I paid for a second session and relaxed while Stephanie took care of a guy waiting. When she got back she demanded that we get on with more traditional sex, so the following twenty minutes were more active and sweaty, and just as fun.
After my Fylis mission I took some time to socialize and dine with colleagues from my work activities. These finished up around 11 PM, giving me the chance for one more studio visit; I had an early flight out and couldn't stay out too late. I had seen that the area around Iera Odos and Konstandinoupoleos Streets had lots of studios, so I headed there via Metro to Keramikos station. I turned onto Kassandras Street and into a building set back from the street that looked like a suburban American ranch style house, at 4 A I think. I had skipped the first two studios on that side of the block when I saw other guys entering, not wanting to wait.
Waiting, however, is something I ended up doing a lot of. It first took a while for the mama to present the girl on duty. She was another blonde named Zeta, but this time a Greek. She wore a sexy one-piece lingerie garment showing off gorgeous cleavage, and looked a bit older than some of the girls I had been with. But she was still hot, spoke fluent English, and as midnight approached I was in no position to keep browsing. So I paid for a basic 50 Euro session (covered suck and fuck), and headed to the bedroom where I showered and lay down on the bed. And that is where I waited and waited some more, for nearly half an hour. By this time I had toyed with the idea of asking for my money back, but Zeta eventually entered the room. She was apologetic, and when she asked me how I was I truthfully said I was fine now that she was there. Zeta found the perfect way to make things up to me, pulling aside my towel to give me one of the best uncovered blow jobs I can remember; she either didn't know what I had paid or was giving me this out of guilt!
The oral pleasure continued when she got on her back and had me titty fuck her while taking the head of my cock into her mouth and swirling it with her tongue. This was also about the best tit-fuck I could recall, as her fake tits were just the right size and firmness and she was skilled at using them. As we began to fuck my arousal was maximized by a piece of furniture I had never seen before, a tall, three-sided rotating block covered with mirrors that could be turned to offer precise angles of vision on the action. So as I pumped Zeta in missionary and doggy and or when she rode me hard until I came I was treated to a sublime views. Zeta was well worth waiting for, and this session with her the perfect ending to my first mongering trip to Athens.
