Trip Report: Monday, June 26,2017
Well, I finally made it out to Sharks last week. First time in any FKK, and I must say it was a hell of a time. I arrived at just after 13:00, and stayed until almost midnight. Really enjoyed the overall vibe, the layout, and of course, the scenery. Upon entry, I asked for, and got, one of the blue "VIP" robes at no additional charge. Probably made very little difference in the overall experience, but I felt emboldened ever-so-slightly anyway.
If July 1 was truly the end of an era, I'm glad I got to see it at least once before the beautiful dream started to fade. Speaking of fading, it's been a week so everything's starting to get a little fuzzy when it comes to details. I apologize in advance.
My first session was with two lovely young ladies, and right away, I'm going to fudge the names: They sit, as a pair, on a single chair close to the main staircase. One of them has brown hair with blonde streaks in it in sort of a "Rachel from Friends" style cut, on the shorter side with nice natural tits (the name is Danila? Damina? Something like that. You vets can help me out I hope), and the other was younger thin, petite, and well tatted and pierced, and I believe her name was Floria (Again, a little help). They were both mine for a very solid half-hour, in one of the alleged VIP rooms downstairs (although I wasn't charged anything extra) Floria was slightly more enthusiastic and energetic, and in the end earned the extra 50 Euros by taking a CIM. Total cost 150, and I left satisfied.
I joined my friend out at the pool, and we lounged for a bit with our drinks and enjoyed the sun and the constant parade of ladies. I struck up a nice conversation with a friendly mustachioed German monger who was very good about pointing out the sisters Elif and Amalia to me, and letting me know that the famous Mandy was indeed on the premises, but so busy that I may not ultimately catch her out and about. I made a mental note.
I also made an observation while poolside: When a woman has a piercing that makes her vagina look like a zipper. It does not make me want to put my penis into it.
This was also when I struck up the first of many quick conversations with Julia, a persistent Romanian girl whose swagger intrigued me. I rebuffed her advances while I took a swim.
After heading to the bar, I struck up a conversation with Domino, a very pretty 21-year old girl with a low-key vibe and tiny little breasts. I was minding my own business, and she was letting me. Until we just kept making eye contact. I took the bait, and we went to one of the outdoor cabanas, because hey. For my first time, I wanted the full range of experiences! Domino gave a very sweet BBBJ, and really seemed to enjoy the fact that she was turning me on. When it came time to get down to business, she happily rode me, and flipped herself from position to position, kissing me deeply all the while. 30 minutes - 50 Euros. No upselling, either. Beautiful.
So far, none of the pitfalls I'd been told (by reading this forum) to avoid had really befallen me. I didn't really see a whole lot of women that weren't appealing (some more than others, and some absolute knockouts
, but they were all pretty hot to me), no Sharky behavior, no clock-watching tricks. Just natural, unforced meetings, decent conversations that ultimately led to sex, or didn't. All while enjoying a beautiful summer day, and a nice casual vibe. It really was like being at the world's best house party.
After sampling the barbecue. Hamburgers, brats, chicken, salad. Nothing at all to complain about there. And introducing myself to Elif and Amalia (they were eating lunch, or else I'd have asked them to go with me right then and there) so that they'd be on the lookout for me later, I headed inside.
And I saw her. The kissing mouth tattoo on her right butt cheek. The huge smile. Petite, blonde pretty, and looking right at me -- It was Mandy. Like a unicorn, she had emerged from legend, and was right before me.
And she was flanked by two old dudes. Shit.
I ordered a drink, and watched out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly, she broke away from the geezers, and moved a few feet away where she began a conversation with a pretty attractive blonde. My elder statesman friend that I had met a few hours prior saw me, and pointed, "There is Mandy for you!' I nodded, and thanked him. (If you're reading this, my mustachioed brother. Danke!) I was doing this.
I approached and interrupted the conversation as politely as I could. I introduced myself to Mandy, and asked if she was available. She looked around, and said, "I think maybe? Give me a second. " Then she walked back to the geezers for a minute, while I awaited the verdict.
Then two things happened simultaneously. First, my "good buddy" Julia from the pool walked over with a haughty look on her face and said, "You promised me we'd go to the room, and I went and showered and douched for you, and then you disappear."
The second thing that happened was that Mandy came striding up to me with a beaming smile on her face, and nodded that she was good to go.
I turned to Julia, "I'm sorry, I don't remember making that promise, but right now I'm going to go with Mandy so catch me later, bye!
And then, my friends. It was on.
I sat with Mandy on a couch for a moment while she caught her composure, and explained that she was on her way out the door to spend the next few days back home, and I would be her last session of the day. Thanking my lucky stars, I promised to make it a good one. A quick one, sure. Because she was on her way out the door. But a good one.
Let me tell you, friends, this Mandy hype is legit. She kissed me with full tongue, full throttle, and had absolute control of my libido for every moment in that bedroom. Her BBBJ was intense, with plenty of time devoted to licking the entire shaft, BLS to the extreme, she made every inch of me rock hard and soaking wet - And the the real fucking began.
Look, Mandy is a master. She's got skills. She's got enthusiasm. She didn't even mention money once. This is the kind of GFE that bards write epic poems about. And in the end, I had it for 50 euros. (Well, 100, because when the oral sex is THAT good, you'd be a fool not to finish with CIM) Unbelievable. Wherever you are, Mandy. Bless you. Thank you. Oh dear god. I'm shaking now just thinking about it.
Anyway, I kind of stumbled outside for more food, and another beer, and found my friend again. He was incredibly amused that I couldn't speak in complete sentences, and eventually gave up trying.
Then Julia found me. This time, when she brought up this alleged promise I'd made earlier to take her for a session. Well, like I said, I couldn't form complete sentences. What the hell. So it was that I found myself led back to one of the open-air tent things in the back of the yard for yet another session. I told Julia she's have to be gentle with me, and she was. Even her upselling attempts (for anal) were pretty low-key. I mumbled that I was all good, and enjoyed the solid BBBJ and took her doggystyle until I had sealed the deal. If anything, I'm a man of my word. 50 Euros, and a good time had by all.
As night fell, and I had taken some recoup time with a sauna and a shower, and some more food, my friend left to go back to the hotel, while I stayed behind. I was still hoping to cap the day off with the sisters fantasy. So I waited, and mingled. I was called over by the first two women of the day, who immediately started flirting with me and asking my name, where I was from. And I realized, "They don't remember that they both had sex with me a few hours ago!" Then I told them, and we all had a good laugh about it.
After seeing one of the sisters (honestly, I don't know which one) come downstairs for a drink, and then head back upstairs, I assumed that they were both in a super-long session, and I weighed my options: I could wait for the sisters to come out, I could go with this Romanian girl Aphrodite that kept hitting up every few minutes, or I could pick one final session in my own time.
I decided on the latter. I moved around, starting up a few conversations here and there, and finally met Isabel. A young girl with long brown hair, who was long and lean. Great legs, and had a sweet disposition. She led me upstairs and provided a nice session with plenty of kissing, and was all too eager to wrap those legs around me while I finished. Another "standard session," for only 50 euros, that was miles better than anything I'd get in the States, at 10 times the price.
As I paid Isabel, I was shocked to see that I still had money in the locker! And there were still hours left to go in the operating day! This place is magical!
However, every man has his limits, and I had certainly exceeded mine for the day. It was my first time at any FKK. And I certainly hope there is a return visit sometime soon. I'll be watching this forum to see how the new law affects things. In the meantime, thanks for reading, and thanks to everyone in the community for helping me go in prepared.
MCP.
