Day 2: ANDIAMO
After the nice evening at Casa Carintia, I wake up in my hotel room with the sun’s rays filtering through the curtains. I look outside and see that the day looks promising, but it’s only ten o’clock. So, after feeling the warm Carinthian sun on my skin, I get ready and decide to take a walk around the city, waiting for the opening time of Andiamo, which starts welcoming guests from noon.
I stroll through the shops amidst a large crowd of tourists visiting the town, which appears very lively in these early hours of the day. Without a doubt, it’s much more vibrant now than during the cold ski season. I stop at the usual pastry shop in the center, the same one I entered for the first time more than five years ago with good old Marco, after our first visit to Villach. I order a decent cappuccino and an excellent krapfen, served by a beautiful local blonde who, as always, makes me reconsider the beauty of Austrian women. I usually have at least a couple of those delicious krapfen, but it’s also true that we usually come here for breakfast only before heading back home. In a little while, though, I’ll be at Andiamo, and I prefer to keep it light so I can try the Brunch menu once I’m inside. So, I say goodbye to the girls at the pastry shop and head off to get the Trombomobile.
I head towards Technologieparkstraße, and in five minutes, I arrive, screeching into the parking lot, where by noon, I already spot some cars with Italian plates. At the reception, instead of the usual attendant, I find a man this time. He speaks to me in German and very kindly hands me the usual things (it’s worth noting that I don’t speak German, but by now, I’ve absorbed the technical terms and go on autopilot). Locker 108, almost at the end of the changing room, in a discreet yet convenient location, and the lock works on the first try. “This time we’re off to a good start,” I think. I adjust my bathrobe and head into the main room.
I immediately notice a handful of bathrobes around, and the girls scattered here and there on the sofas are about fifteen, but more continue to arrive. The bar is practically deserted, except for a brunette who vaguely resembles Asia Argento but with more refined facial features, who as soon as I sit down and order a coffee, says good morning and introduces herself. Her name is Ambra, she’s not very young but she’s quite pretty, we exchange a few words, I tell her that I’m still sleeping and I’m cooked from the previous evening at CasaCarintia, so I say goodbye to her with a greeting, immediately escaping a couple of bewitching sirens stretched out on the sofas, to finally arrive in the garden to smoke a cigarette in peace. The air is still a little cool but under the sun I feel great. Then I pop into the dining room and sit at an outdoor table and enjoy a decent brunch, eating cheese sausages wrapped in speck and other such amenities accompanied by a couple of glasses of orange juice. A health boost, especially with that krapfen still to be worked off. But it was all good, and I was also quite hungry. After another cigarette, smoked in the quiet of the garden, I return to the darkness of the place and see that the female presence has increased. But polar bears are still scarce, which is why I am a moving target that is bothered every three steps. I decide that it is better to stay outside, at least for a while.
I spend the next two hours in the garden, lying on a lounger in the sun like a lizard, in the company of a few other tired travelers. Every now and then someone comes out to liven things up, but the atmosphere is still peaceful and relaxed. Later I go back in again, and despite everything that has been said about the fate of the place in the last month, I find the room full of pussy exactly as usual. Without counting too much I’d say there are about fifty girls.
I recognize only a few of those present, among whom Soraya the brunette and Micky the blonde stand out, the “showgirls” who only two weeks earlier had emigrated to the Marina but who, unlike the others, immediately returned to the fold. Then there are: Irina, Ionela, Nina, Rita, Pompinella, Lilian, Lidia, Raluca, Roxana, Adina, Sharon, Vanessa and a few other familiar faces whose names I don’t even remember. The others are all new entries, many young and many very beautiful, so the aesthetic quality doesn’t seem to have suffered any decline, indeed, this turnover has partly given new life to the place, which even appears more lively than usual. I walk around the bar counter and see Soraya all alone on her big sofa. I join her and we exchange a few words, also fondly remembering the meeting two weeks earlier at the Marina. For some strange reason every time I see her my brain freezes, and the only thing that comes to mind when I look at her is “SEX”. But today there is so much to choose from and I would like to try new things, so I stay a little longer with her to chat, then I meet Ambra’s gaze again as she points at me smiling from her stool a little further away, and as soon as I smile back she takes the opportunity to ask me if I have finally managed to wake up. In the meantime a bear that was passing by, takes the opportunity to approach Soraya, who greets me cheerfully and goes off to the room with the lucky customer. So I invite Ambra to join me, she jumps down from the stool and we chat a little, she introduces herself as Moldovan and I take it for granted that she is Romanian, but the truth is “Who cares”. I find her very cute and take her to my room.
Naked she’s not bad, but maybe she looked better in her underwear, because even though she has a nice, dry body and a cute little firm ass, her tits aren’t the best, they lack consistency, let’s say. However, even if she’s pretty cute and the conversation with her is pleasant, in the bedroom she’s not exactly a sex goddess. Let’s say there are worse things, but there are also much better things. In any case, as a first ride on the carousel it’s not hell, and I end the meeting in the half-hour mark without infamy and without praise. We go back down laughing and joking, because despite everything she’s nice, then I pay the due amount and get into the shower, to then get back into the fray…
I wander from one couch to another, stopping every now and then to chat with the Andiamines who propose to me. I’m out alone and I also like being targeted by the young prostitutes, but since the sun is still holding out outside I go back to lie down on a lounger among the other bears. Some people make use of the pool, some others are harassed by the various young ladies who appear from time to time, others are instead completely relaxing, including myself. At least until the air starts to smell like grilled meat coming from the other side of the garden. At that point I get up and see that the outside area in front of the kitchen is invaded by men in bathrobes and Andiamines, all intent on eating meat, drinking beer, and sucking popsicles (obviously all included in the entrance fee). So I wait for the sharks to have had their fill and take the opportunity to go back to the locker to sort out the notes on my phone (because my memory is terrible, and maybe sooner or later I’ll write a book about these adventures).
When I return to the garden, the crowd has thinned out, and I can serve myself in peace, enjoying some good grilled meat, accompanied by mushrooms and a decent beer. At the indoor buffet, there are other dishes, and I treat myself to a little bit of cold pasta between one plate of meat and the next. ‘Good for me that I don’t gain weight.
I go back for coffee, then I go to give my jaws a quick clean, and when I get back to the living room I see the pretty Micky, free and bored in her usual place, which is where our mutual friend Soraya usually lives, but she is temporarily absent. I point her across the room, and hoping she doesn’t run away before I get there, I head towards her. I’m about to reach her, when suddenly I find myself in front of a smiling blonde angel who catches my attention. “And who are you?”, I say to her. – “I’m Antonella,” she answers without hesitation. I look at her closely and my first thought is “Sorry Micky, maybe another time.”
I sit down to talk to Antonella, she asks me if I’m Tuscan and I confirm my origins. She then tells me that she has a house in Tuscany, in my area, and therefore she immediately recognized the accent. It’s not that it’s of great interest, but going up to Austria to find myself screwing a Romanian chick who lives not far from my house, is at least a strange fact.
Anyway, without going into too much chit-chat, let’s go upstairs and do some good for ourselves. She’s a really beautiful girl, and she knows how to do her job in every way. There’s no part of her body that she doesn’t know how to use with skill to make a man enjoy and feel good, and she also proves available for very kamasutra style positions, in fact I dedicate a full hour to her, and without going into too many pornographic details, I can say that it was a great experience. She’s certainly not the epitome of sweetness, but when it comes to technique, she knows her stuff. Anyway, at the end of the games I relax on the bed, and while I watch her in the shower I’m even more convinced that she really is a beautiful girl. But I can’t define her age. So, overcome by morbid curiosity, I ask her “But how old are you?” – “Twenty-eight!”, she replies, without hesitating for a moment. I’m amazed by this discovery, I would have said no more than twenty-five, probably twenty-four. I’d say she carries them really well. “Good for her, and especially for whoever screws her, which means me too…”
We go down the stairs, I settle the bill, kiss kiss, and I go to enjoy a long refreshing shower before returning to the room. The atmosphere comes alive, the music becomes more invasive, the girls swarm like bees and party with the bears or among themselves. The usual scenes from Andiamo, already seen a thousand times, but which I am happy to see again after everything that has been said about the fate of the place which, in defiance of everything and everyone, seems to be relaunching itself in a big way. In the meantime I stop to talk again with Ambra, who is taking a break on a sofa and confirms herself to be good company, at least as far as pleasant conversation is concerned. I say goodbye to her, I get a beer and exchange a few words with Rita who offers to give me a “Blowjob that brings the dead back to life”, her exact words, she is also very nice, but I have to refuse since at the moment her little brother is out of order after the room with the beautiful Antonella. Rita doesn’t let go and clings to me, but I’m just looking for some rest, so a few minutes later she reminds me that if I want a heart-stopping blowjob I just have to look for her, then she says goodbye smiling and goes on her way.
In the next five minutes I am approached by two others, one of whom is the plumpest in the room, and I struggle to get rid of her because she had thrown herself directly on my package, almost getting a fuck you, the other one is cute but I refuse her advances and abandons me without insisting. So I decide to move to the cinema which is empty at the moment, except for two who are fucking with gusto in one of the closets next door. I don’t pay too much attention to them and manage to close my eyes for a few minutes.
I hear people coming and going, including one of the cleaners who is picking up glasses and other things, after her two even come to break my pelotas, but as soon as they get close I pretend to be dead and they go looking for other prey. They leave the cinema but another one comes in immediately, who in an unpleasant tone says to me: «Don’t sleep! Come on love, let’s go fuck!». Obviously it’s a resounding own goal and she eliminates herself in ten seconds flat. “Try again, you will be luckier.”
The two in the closet come out, but in reality there were three of them; she’s a stud mare, they’re two strapping young men; and judging from all the commotion they’ve been making in the meantime, I think they’ve all been having a bit of fun in that damn closet. Then silence… In fact, instead of the movie, there’s a series of relaxing images on the screen that loop. I’m about to fall asleep, when suddenly I hear footsteps, I don’t even open my eyes to see who it is, I already know that he’s coming to smash my pelotas, so I wait resignedly. I hear his heels on the floor, he’s getting closer, then suddenly he stops. Everything is silent… I start to worry and open my eyes.
Two meters away from me I see against the light the silhouette of what appears to be a beautiful filly with all the right curves and a beautiful head of black hair. She stares at me, smiles and asks if I want her company. “I can’t see you well, come closer” I tell her. She moves and comes to me, I see her better and notice her fake tits. I don’t particularly like them, but she introduced herself in the right way and so I want to give her a chance. She lies down on her side and introduces herself to me as Pandora. I know she’s now a resident here in Andiamo, but honestly I’ve never had anything to do with her, and to tell the truth she’s not exactly my type, too much done up. But now I feel rested, and her lively proposal of a deluxe blowjob with honors I like, and that’s exactly what I want at the moment. But they’re all good with words, so I want to see what she’s made of (ok, mostly silicone, but that’s not exactly what I meant). I keep her there messing around, commenting on the images of animals that pass on the screen, and the silicone Pandora comes out with a couple of good jokes, earning points in sympathy. Then an image of birds in flight passes and I say to her “But mine doesn’t fly…”. “I’ll make it fly!” she replies, all convinced. Then she pulls aside the bathrobe, starts to caress it and, coming closer, whispers unspeakable dirty things to me while she brushes my ear with her lips.
Needless to say, the little brother over there winced, and if he could speak he would surely have said, “Are you an asshole? Put me in his mouth right now, it’s an Order!”
Ok, the girl passed the test and convinced me, so I invite her to move to the closet (not the one where the three were from before, but the one further down, where perhaps there is less organic waste). Pandora goes to get towels and quickly joins me. I only have two words for her and her Oral skills: SHE’S GOOD. There’s not much to add, and apart from a masterly blowjob I haven’t asked or done anything else with her. Except for trying to drown her, because in fact when I came in her mouth something must have gone wrong, and with a wheezing cough she spilled some of the sacred nectar on me, then saying “Eh! Sorry, too much stuff! I wasn’t expecting it!”, adding, while blowing her nose “Here too!”. At which point my most sincere thought was “Drown biAtch!”^^, followed by an evil laugh that makes Austin Power’s Doctor Evil look like nothing to me (but of course it remained just a thought and I didn’t say anything to her, I’m not that bad). After all, in her own way she’s also nice, but even if she were unpleasant, that wild blowjob would manage to blur every flaw.
We leave there, I give her what is due for the service and tell her “I enjoyed it so much. But before you go, hug me and prop up those marble tits on me”. She willingly lends herself to the game, then reiterates her stage name “Remember, I’m Pandora!” she says, cheerfully promoting herself. “Ok Pandora, see you around!” And she goes off wiggling her hips…
I rush into the shower and go to the bar for a coffee. I feel like I’m in pieces, I’m fine, but I’m in pieces. I think I have nothing left to give or do there in the arena, but it’s still early and I don’t feel like going back to the hotel, so I give myself the benefit of the doubt and stay around for a couple more hours perched on the sofas dozing, looking around, and exchanging a few words with the damsels who approach me or who I find next to me when I change seats.
And in the corner near the kitchen there is that beautiful hottie Ionela while on the sofas in front there is a friend of hers, who seeing me distracted and alone asks me, gesticulating like a mime, if I want to go upstairs with her and Ionela. At that point my answer was a stunned face worthy of the best Jim Carrey, at least judging by the impulsive laugh she made after seeing my funny expression. Anyway, after the proposal and the refusal, she doesn’t insist further, but since we are there and no one was looking for her, I start chatting with Ionela.
I had never considered her for a room, yet after talking to her a bit and looking at her carefully, I can say that she is really cute, even in her ways, and if I didn’t know that the next day I would still be wandering around Trombodromi I would even be tempted to take her to my room. I say goodbye to the two cute little dolls, and to escape useless temptations I move to the most hidden sofa in the place, that is, the one hidden behind the curtain, near the girls’ changing room. Never was a choice more wrong. In fact, in the space of five minutes a dozen little dolls of every shape and color pass in front of me, including Soraya, who notices me sprawled out there and waves with a smile as she goes to compose herself after yet another descent from the room. I, on the other hand, stick my tongue out at her and barely raise my hand to wave back. I’m really fed up, I’d better retire if I want to enjoy the next day. On my way out I summarily greet Rebecca who is snogging a customer and Antonella who gives me a flying kiss while I head straight for the changing room, then I also say hello to that nice cocksucker Irina who is waiting for her payment near the guest changing rooms. It’s around midnight, I get dressed calmly, then I go out and in ten minutes I’m back in the hotel meditating on what to do the next day.
The idea would be to make a quick stop for a couple of hours at Wellcum (also to eat something), and then move to Nova Gorica to spend the rest of the day at the Marina. However, thinking back to the day just passed and the amount of very hot chicks that i saw i’m overwhelmed by the temptation to throw my plans out the window and go back there for the second consecutive day. In the end, I think it’s better to sleep on it, as the night brings advice, and I sink once again into the soft pillow, falling asleep shortly after while counting little sheep…
