To celebrate the beginning of summer, I thought of spending another weekend in Frankfurt, choosing as the main destination of the trip the famous FKK Oase, which is less than half an hour from the city center—much more convenient than the World—and very suitable for the occasion, because one of the club’s strong points is undoubtedly the large outdoor garden, which is especially enjoyable on warm summer days.
And so, at 7 p.m. on June 21st, 2013, just back home from work and after getting my things ready before departure, I was about to meet up with good old Aleandro. In fact, we had arranged to meet at seven in the evening, so, just a few minutes behind schedule, I head downstairs, step outside, and find him there waiting eagerly.
Every time I think about how curious it is that we’ve lived in the same building for over thirty years, yet we rarely meet in that courtyard where, in a way, we practically grew up together. One of the many strange things in life. But after having taken different paths and choices for a long time, in recent years this shared passion has rebuilt a certain closeness, and since I consider him a bit like a brother, our outings together always turn into experiences to fondly remember.
After a couple of friendly exchanges like: “Move it, it’s late!” — “Yeah, yeah, we’ll leave calmly soon, the pigs aren’t going anywhere. Let me have a smoke first, then we’ll go!” and other such banter, we get in the car and speed down the highway toward the city of the leaning tower, where at ten p.m. the low-cost Ryanair flight “Pisa – Frankfurt Hahn,” booked a month earlier at the exorbitant price of forty euros (round trip, of course), awaits us. Around 8:30 p.m., we’re inside the airport. It’s still early, so there’s time to grab a bite and make a couple of remarks about the young lady serving us at the bar—she’s not bad and seems quite lively—but of course, we have other plans, so we exchange a few words with her just to stay awake before the in-flight nap, then rush off to the gate.
We take our seats by the wing, and after jokingly noticing and commenting on a ditzy blonde who looked like she had just finished her workday at a brothel, we get comfortable. The taxiing begins, and in no time, we’re cruising at altitude…
About an hour and a half later, we arrive at the small and rather desolate Frankfurt Hahn Airport and rush outside to catch the bus that will take us to Frankfurt am Main after about an hour and fifteen minutes of travel. But we just miss it by a whisker and have to wait another half hour for the next one.
The wait isn’t the most pleasant, considering it’s late and, even though it’s officially summer, the air is quite chilly. But a bit of northern wind is certainly not enough to dampen our enthusiasm.
Half an hour later, we take our seats on the bus and, after another quick nap during the journey, we arrive fresh and rested in the city, right at the central station. The hotel, the Continental, is just about a hundred meters from the bus and taxi stops, as well as close to the train station and just a few streets away from the infamous “Red Light District.” We check into the hotel, get to our room, and unload our meager luggage, then freshen up after the trip and head back out onto the street. So, around two in the morning, we’re finally ready for our “Puff Tour.”
Despite the late hour, the streets are still quite lively, and at a brisk pace, we head to Elbestraße and the surrounding area—the streets of the brothels—where every building dedicated to the trade has at least one external sign with its identification number. We enter Puff 33 but find nothing interesting, so we move on to 44—same story—and at number 43 there’s even less. We continue the tour without stopping, and after dozens and dozens of steps up and down these numbered brothels, the illumination we had been waiting for finally arrives.
On the second floor of Puff 55, outside their respective doors, side by side, we find two Romanian “showgirls.” One is Michaela, a beautiful young blonde with pale skin, slim and graceful like a model, with small breasts but also a cute little backside that seems almost to have a personality of its own. The other has a thick mane of long raven hair and an almost perfect body, with a nice pair of “marble breasts” which, despite being silicone, look impressive, and she also has a very pretty face with a bit of a naughty expression. By the way, after hearing us speak in the Tuscan dialect, they immediately show they can also speak Italian, addressing us in our language. After a short back-and-forth where the brunette wanted to take us both inside together while the blonde claimed her share of the prize, I decide I want the blonde Michaela and gladly leave the brunette to that rascal Aleandro, who quickly disappears behind the door with her. I do the same with the fair-haired young lady, who, once inside the room, explains the house menu: thirty euros for oral, fifty for sex. Given the hour and the tiredness I felt, I think about it for a moment, then hand her the thirty for the basic menu and say, “You can start by taking it in your mouth, then we’ll see.” The young worker takes the three ten-euro notes and invites me to lie down on the bed. After handling the tool a bit, she covers it and takes it in her mouth. A decent fellatio, performed unhurriedly and with good rhythm—not bad for three measly ten-euro notes.
I hesitated between letting her mouth cradle me to the end or trying the main course. I wasn’t too sure, but in the end, the exciting sight of that slender, pale naked body and the feel of her smooth, warm intimate area in my hands took over, making me realize I absolutely had to make love to her. I stopped her, fumbled in my pants lying on the chair nearby, handed her an extra twenty euros, and the dance resumed—this time she wanted to lie down on the bed, or at least she tried, but I told her to turn around, and I enjoyed her from behind, admiring that little backside that alone was worth the price. When I felt I was about to finish, I pulled out and, freeing the stick from its cover, asked her to finish the job with her hands, which she did skillfully, bringing me to a fairly satisfying climax, with some spillover landing on her slender porcelain-like arms. Nothing extraordinary, but it was a pleasant stress relief, exactly what I needed to unwind after the trip and the previous day at work.
After the fun was over, Michaela was about to go to sleep, and since we were the last clients of the day, we had time for a calm chat. I asked her if she would be there again the next day, and as expected, she said yes. She also told me she was just passing through and would be going back home the following week. She was very kind, and despite the situation, I couldn’t help but notice her innate sweetness. I wondered why she didn’t work in an FKK club instead of a shabby little brothel, but she looked tired, so I kept my doubts to myself.
“Good night blondie.”
I say goodbye with a little kiss, then she opens the door and, taking the stairs two at a time, I rush outside because the heat in there is suffocating. In the entrance corridor, I find Aleandro waiting.
“So? How was the brunette?” I ask him.
“She’s hot, she’s sexy, but she’s also pretty boring,” he replies with a less-than-satisfied expression.
I feel a bit sorry for him and think that, all things considered, I made the right choice with the blonde, even if the other one was definitely hotter. But in the end, “who cares.”
My thoughts are already on the next day, with the idea of spending the entire day at the legendary Oase.
We take another little walk looking for some Asian girls, maybe for a relaxing massage before going to bed, but no luck. It’s late, and even though the streets are still busy with plenty of people, the brothels are almost empty by now. So, we decide to head back to the hotel in preparation for the busy day ahead, and as soon as we hit the bed, we fall asleep like bears in hibernation.
On the second day of our stay in Frankfurt, following the somewhat quiet and tiring previous evening, we finally wake up well rested and ready to enjoy this summer visit to the much-awaited Trombodromo. After a calm awakening, we treat ourselves to a decent breakfast at a busy bar not far from our hotel, then head to the city center and back around the Puff area.
Yes, because since the night before, I’d had the urge to find an Asian girl to give me a full-service massage (it’s a vice I love to indulge in), and even though Aleandro wasn’t too keen on climbing all those damned stairs again, I decided to explore the various brothels once more in search of something suitable for the purpose.
Late in the morning, there’s definitely more activity than there was late at night. We come across some girls getting ready to start their workday, but nothing that really catches our eye. Then, at number 44—but maybe it was 43 or even 34 (my memory sometimes refuses to cooperate)—we find the second floor populated by Asian women offering massages. “Great!” I think, but alas, no luck. Among them, there isn’t one who truly inspires me or seems worth trying. A real shame.
So, after exploring almost all the other numbered buildings without finding what I was looking for, it’s already lunchtime. On Aleandro’s suggestion, we stop by a small Thai restaurant where the food is quite good.
After the spicy meal, we head back to the station area and take a taxi that, for the modest price of forty-five euros, takes us straight to our destination: the Oase. Honestly, I missed the grand entrance into the parking lot because I was already asleep (damn Thai food), but let’s say that within about twenty-five minutes from departure, we find ourselves inside the venue, where a kind lady at the reception welcomes us. After realizing we are Italian, she asks if we speak English. “Yes, of course!” we reply. She then explains the house rules and has us escorted on a short tour of the place by a tall brunette, who bids us farewell as soon as we reach the changing rooms. Of course, we didn’t really need a guide, but it’s always fun to play the newbies and see how the staff behave as tour guides.
We get ready around three in the afternoon, and the place is still a bit empty. There are few customers and few girls, but none really catch our attention. Then, however, a lovely young woman with a somewhat athletic physique and a smiling face appears on the scene. Her name is Maria, and she’s a friendly and approachable “Daughter of Count Vlad.” We talk about trivial things and then stop outside at the garden bar for a coffee. She’s wrapped around me, not letting go for a moment as we joke and laugh together with Aleandro. Given the situation, she already knows that today I’ll be the one to start the games and take the first ride.
As expected, after the coffee, I light a cigarette and with Maria still stuck to me like Velcro, I look at Aleandro and say, “She’s my girlfriend, nice huh?”
She’s pleased, laughs, plays along, and so we keep joking around until I finish my Marlboro. Then, since “downstairs” the situation was already compromised by her constant rubbing against me, I don’t hesitate any longer and invite her to join me in one of the garden tents to have some time alone.
We said goodbye to good Aleandro and slipped through the crowd by the pool to rush into the first tent. Maria closed the curtain and turned to me with a smile. “Now, no running away,” she said, while she puts a hand on my package and caresses the little snake. –
“Who’d want to run?” I replied, quickly shedding the heavy robe and tossing it onto the bed. Maria pressed herself against me again, she is not aggressive, she is warm and very sweet in her ways, or at least that is until she bends down and takes “my little bald bro” in her mouth. From then on she sucks as if there were no tomorrow, she is very good, I would dare say excellent, from that point on, she was very skilled, alternating strong, steady movements with long, careful attention. I started feeling a bit dizzy and decided it was best to move to the bed before I collapsed like a bowling pin.
It feels like my cock is about to explode — maybe it’s because I like her, or the atmosphere of the tent on the grass, or maybe the fact that I’m well rested. I don’t know, but I’m dying to be inside her. “Ride me now,” I say.
She pulls away for a moment, covers me up, then after five or six powerful thrusts, she jumps on me and takes me deep inside her pussy. I enjoy the sight of this young vixen bouncing on my cock. I don’t want to do anything else; I just want to savor her smiling face and that agile, slender, lightning-fast body that’s sending me into ecstasy. For at least ten minutes, I let her ride me, caressing her and occasionally seeking the touch of her soft lips on mine.
But for the grand finale, I’ve already decided I want to finish in that sweet, welcoming mouth, and I invite her to resume what she started earlier — but this time, all the way to the end.
She, obviously happy about the news of the extra income coming, gladly accepts and frees “her little brother” from the uncomfortable raincoat, taking care of fulfilling my wish, performing once again in a blowjob with honors; and in a crescendo of vigorous pumping and powerful licks she brings me to total ecstasy when I reach the end of the line and she swallows even more of the stick making it disappear completely in her mouth without getting too upset, and when I had nothing left to give her she detaches herself with her mouth full and releases “the precious load” that drips down from her lips and falls back on me while I’m still there half dying with the stars on my head and the birds chirping all around. Time is up, but also thanks to the little chaos of that hour she stays for another five minutes while she cleans up the scene and cuddles me a little while I regain consciousness and greet the chirping birds that fly above my head. Then we calmly return to the sunlight.
Maria pleases me; she never loses physical contact even after everything is done and keeps sticking to me like glue even outside in the garden, and this is a remarkable point in her favor.
“Good Job Maria!”
We arrive at the locker rooms, still holding each other, settle the bill, and both part ways with smiles on our faces. I think that cheerful Maria gave the best possible welcome; I rush to the shower and then go looking for my missing adventure companion.
Back outside, the air was warm, the sun was shining in the sky, and I needed to recharge; so I went back to the garden kiosk and got myself a Coke, then an espresso. Meanwhile, I looked around and saw more new ladies arriving, ready to entertain the increasing number of clients; but out here there was definitely plenty of space and never that sense of crowding that sometimes happens in other places when there are too many people. Anyway, while sipping my espresso, I finally spotted good Aleandro, who in the meantime had stretched out on one of the sun loungers by the pool, enjoying some of the warm sun and watching the naked girls coming out into the garden.
I join him, taking a spot on the sun lounger next to his, and find out he had just come back from a room with a twenty-year-old Hungarian blonde we had seen at the entrance, a certain Elena, nicknamed “double zero boobs” because of her breast size (a small A cup), but overall she’s a very, very pretty girl. An excellent choice.
We then exchange details about the girls we just “stamped” and take a long break to relax—or rather, he falls asleep like a happy child while I visually enjoy the arrival of the girls who occasionally appear in the garden. I have to say I start noticing some nice treats I hadn’t seen before or that weren’t there yet, and indeed the aesthetic level of the “workers” is rising significantly. So now the usual thorny problem of choice arises. I see a pair of Romanian girls with gypsy features—they look like sisters and could make a nice threesome, so I put them on the list. A little further on, a great pair of breasts carried by a blonde amazon catches my attention, but she’s not exactly my ideal type of woman, so I move on. I see at least twenty potential girls walking by the pool, but one in particular makes my eyes widen—a brunette with a perfect figure, the poise and walk of a model, and a pair of glasses like a porn secretary (yes, I know it’s a cliché, but that’s what I thought at the moment). Naturally, as soon as the porno-secretary gets near the bar area, she’s immediately grabbed and disappears within a few minutes. I see her just a couple of times throughout the day, so I didn’t even have the pleasure of meeting her, but she must have worked a lot, and it’s not hard to guess why.
A few more minutes pass and a blonde woman approaches me—“ona” in every sense, meaning way too much for my taste—who tries to make an approach by sitting on the sunbed next to mine. But after the usual small talk, I tell her I intend to rest a bit, so without insisting she politely says goodbye and leaves. Meanwhile, Aleandro continued to blissfully dream under the sun, so I decide to follow his example and close my eyes too, trying to take a nap. And I almost managed, if it hadn’t been for that bitch who suddenly appeared behind the sunbed, almost scaring me. “Damn pain in the ass…”
Actually, there are two of them, a brunette and a blonde, but nothing like the usual showgirls; in fact, both are a bit on the robust side—not ugly, not even fat, I’d rather describe them as vaguely Viking-like, solidly built, well put together. While the brunette tries to approach me, the blonde heads straight for Aleandro, but as soon as she realizes he’s actually asleep, she goes to bother a Japanese guy sitting nearby. I manage to get rid of the brunette, who politely says goodbye and joins her friend with the Asian guy, who shortly after takes them both away. Seems like he likes them. “Strange people, the Japanese…”
I’ve pretty much given up on the idea of a nap, and my eye is caught by a petite brunette with a well-proportioned figure, vaguely Asian facial features, and attractive amber skin—probably Thai or somewhere around there. I see her joking with everyone nearby, she sits down to chat with someone close, and I notice her slightly prominent incisors. While waiting to learn her name, I put her on my list under the nickname “Squirrel,” a nickname also approved by my companion, who by now had resurrected from the land of the sleepers. But meanwhile, “Squirrel” gets up and walks off. If she comes my way, maybe I’ll strike up a conversation—I’m way too relaxed and lazy to get up and approach her myself. Instead, she heads in the opposite direction; I follow her with my eyes but she disappears near the bar area, so I give up the chase. Still, I feel she might be a good investment—I’ll look for her later.
Now the sun is hidden behind a flock of clouds, and it looks like it might start raining, so we decide to take a walk inside the club. We notice the jacuzzi in the lobby near the changing rooms is quite crowded, as is the rest of the indoor area, but since there are still plenty of people outside in the garden, the inside atmosphere is still manageable. We rush to the bar for a drink, but while we’re there, a heavenly vision catches my eye.
Leaning against the bar was a stunning brunette with dark skin. I took a closer look and noticed two almost perfect breasts on a delightful little body that immediately awakened my lustful instincts. We took a seat right next to her, and after ordering yet another coffee, I got to know her. Her name was Gabriella, and she was Venezuelan. We chatted a bit, the three of us at first, then I slowly took her attention to myself. Aleandro quickly guessed I’d be leaving soon—I’m pretty predictable by now. I talked with Gabriella for a few minutes and found out she was really funny too. She didn’t pressure me to head to a room; she played coy, smiled, joked, teased, and flirted, but never pushed. I liked that. So, while gently stroking that nice little ass and feeling my hormones partying, I told her I wanted to be alone with her. She then gently placed her hand over “the package” above my robe and literally meowed like a cat. I swear I could’ve taken her right then and there, right there leaning against the bar.
I say goodbye to my buddy, then she grabs a couple of towels and takes me by the hand—maybe to keep me from getting lost, since the place was filling up after it started raining outside. She leads me down the hallway to the rooms, and we slip into the first one available. The room is small but very neat and perfectly suited for its purpose; it’s almost completely surrounded by mirrors—almost 360 degrees—except for the floor. But the ceiling’s got them!
Now that I can take a closer look at this little Venezuelan gem, I realize she really is a treasure— not very tall, petite but perfectly proportioned. She has firm, full breasts and a butt that, if it could talk, would probably say, “Take me and do whatever you want with me.” I also like her hands and those intense dark eyes, and that “kitten in heat” attitude drives me crazy.
While she arranges the towels on the bed, I take off my robe. She turns around, hugs me, and rubs her body against my skin. Since I’m fairly tall and she’s quite short, it’s not very practical, so we lie down on the bed. She kisses me all over, then slowly moves down, drawing imaginary lines with her tongue on my body until she reaches the “brush,” which has been hard and swollen for a while.
She keeps licking it, then repeats her playful “Miiiiaoooo” while smiling slyly like a cat and, locking eyes with me, takes it in her mouth. “Fuck… she’s amazing!”
I let her suck while watching in the mirror on the ceiling, enjoying the sight of her crouched between my legs. I feel this “black cat” is driving me crazy, and I realize that if I let her go on like this, she’ll send me insane before I even get to the main course. I resist the temptation and pull myself up, inviting her to do the same. I seek her mouth, but she doesn’t quite return the kiss as I’d hoped. So I kiss her neck, then go down to savor her perfect breasts, adorned with those beautiful dark nipples that I gently lick and nibble with my lips.
I lay her down fully on the bed and continue to savor her like she’s covered in Nutella—I want to eat her up she’s so cute. And indeed, I give in to the temptation and do just that. I savor the sweet taste of her beautiful vulva, kiss it, tease it with my tongue, and it seems she likes the treatment, spreading her legs wide open. I dive right in, enjoying that warm fruit that slowly wets and becomes irresistible. I feel my cock about to explode—I need to fuck her or I’ll die.
I keep licking her, covering her body with kisses, then move back up to her lovely face and kiss her full, soft lips again. She immediately understands my intentions, takes my “little brother” in hand, and properly covers him with her mouth. Then she has me lie down, climbs on top of me, and with her feet resting on the bed and hands on my chest, she rides me like the best Amazon.
I watch the scene again in the mirrors, then look for her face. She stares at me with a slutty expression while continuing to do what she does best—making a man come. It’s like watching a porn movie, but I’m the star. I could let go and finish inside her warm hollow right then and there, but it would be a mortal sin not to enjoy such a beautiful ass in the classic doggy style position.
So, even though the usual half hour is almost up, I take her head in my hands, kiss her, and tell her what I want to do. Sweet and graceful as always, she gently reminds me that our time is almost over. I reply it’s no problem because I find her very beautiful and I want to keep playing a bit longer. She flashes a wonderful smile, blows me a loud kiss, and thanks me.
I position her on all fours, and in no time I’m inside her again, moving slowly and admiring that vision from every angle through the surrounding mirrors. I realize she really has a beautiful body and this position highlights her best side: a back and ass that are absolutely heavenly, with skin smooth as silk and dark as rich chocolate that sends me into ecstasy.
The pace picks up, her face now buried in the pillow, hidden by her thick black hair. I know I could fuck her all day—I feel in perfect shape and enjoy it without shame. She starts making soft moans with her face still pressed into the pillow; she doesn’t seem to be faking—she’s been silent until now.
I take her by the arm, and as she complies, she turns to face me. I have to say, she looks like she’s really enjoying herself. Seeing her like this makes me want to bang her even more, and in a fit of euphoria I grab her by the other arm too, so she raises her head and arches her back like a willow branch and while I penetrate her like a madman she also lets go starting to pant, she says something in Spanish that I can’t understand perfectly, but I insist without giving up for a moment and then she encourages me saying “Montame Stallone!” (because she knows i’m from Italy and the word ‘Stallone’ means ‘Stallion’ in Italian). At that point Rocky Balboa and Apollo Creed appeared in my head repeating “The eye of the tiger, the eye of the tiger!”
Luckily, Gabriellina kept going, whispering “¡No se detienes, no se detienes!”—and I have to admit, that Spanish-sounding accent drives me wild. I catch her face in the mirror: her eyes half-closed, biting her lip, then parting her mouth again. She’s clearly enjoying herself just as much as I am, this uninhibited beauty—and that only fuels my desire.
I’m savoring the moment like a scene from a private film, but if I don’t slow down, I’m going to collapse. So I release her arms, still moving with her, but now more slowly, leaning into her back to kiss her neck. She turns her head toward me, and when our lips meet, her kiss is deep and hungry. She’s let go now—no longer playing coy like at the beginning. She plunges her tongue into my mouth while I hug her and I grab her tits with both hands..
Time has flown, and even this second half-hour is drawing to a close. After a few more intense moments with this gorgeous creature, I pull away and collapse onto the bed. Without missing a beat she moves on me to suck it, but this time she also puts her tits into play, performing a dream titjob, to continue again with a nice masterly blowjob, and as I finally give in to the peak of pleasure, she receives everything I have to give with stunning devotion. So much so that, in the end, she has to motion for me to pass her the paper roll because her mouth was too full to speak while trying not to spill a drop along the way.
The hour ended and Gabriella lies down peacefully next to me for a couple of minutes of cuddles and kisses, and I can’t help but tell her again that she gave me so much pleasure and that I find her very beautiful. She delights me again with her smile and thanks me, then we compose ourselves and head back towards the locker rooms to settle what is owed, namely one hundred and fifty euros (spent divinely well, I would add). I tell her, “I want to fuck you again later,” and once again she responds without words, with her mischievous look and that splendid smile. We say goodbye and I rush to the shower with my cock still half-hard. I really liked Gabriellina a lot, and she has just forcefully entered my personal list of the best sexual experiences I’ve had. Obviously, remaining within the realm of professionals, of course (although in some cases there is not much difference between a professional whore who asks for money and one who, even if she doesn’t ask for it, regularly uses sex as a means of exchange).
The afternoon is coming to an end and it’s dinner time, so I have to pick up Aleandro, if he’s not somewhere having sex. I leave the locker rooms and don’t have to struggle much to find him; in fact, he was atrophying body and mind inside the large hot tub in the “inner courtyard” of the venue, in the company of other pilgrims also seeking rest.
As I was saying, it’s about dinner time, so I fish my buddy out of the water and we head toward the outdoor canopy in search of food. By the way, they’re grilling meat too, and there’s an appetizing smell in the air. We get drinks, fill our plates, and go to camp out at a table on the other side of the garden, in a quiet and secluded spot. The food isn’t that bad, and I’d even go for seconds, but I don’t want to get too heavy, so I give it up. We sit there talking a bit and once again exchange opinions and advice about the girls, since while I was with Gabriella, he was in the room with another blonde who had approached us earlier and who I had also described as very fuckable. Shortly after, the sun begins to disappear and with a light but steady wind, the temperature drops to about seventeen degrees, but it’s still nice enough and we move to the garden kiosk for coffee. As darkness falls, the little lamps, the pool lights, and spotlights scattered everywhere begin to turn on, and the outdoor environment takes on an even more pleasant and suggestive atmosphere. The general post-dinner vibe is quite relaxed; many of the girls stay inside where it’s warm, some are still outside in the company of small groups of clients having a laugh, some are eating, some sipping a drink by the pool, and others retreating to the “camping tents set up for coupling.” The only downside is this temperature, not quite ideal for being outside half-naked, so having just finished eating and not wanting to risk congestion, we rush inside to recover among the warm bodies of the sweet prostitutes. Now, helped also by the post-dinner peak hour, the place is quite crowded compared to what we saw in the afternoon, slightly chaotic but still manageable, not too bad, let’s say. We exchange jokes rapidly with the ladies looking for an approach and between sips the time flies. Even the “disco area” starts getting quite crowded, so we decide to retreat to a more peaceful spot—or rather, Aleandro goes back soaking in the hot tub while I settle down, with a beer in hand, on the stools where there’s a TV, exactly in the corridor that leads from the bar to the wellness area, looking for the next prey. And here the situation gets interesting.
Many nice treats pass before my eyes, including especially the little blonde who had “stamped” my buddy earlier, and I must say that looking at her again she really is a little gem of a girl. But I don’t have time to think too much about it, because meanwhile a cheerful German gentleman arrives who cuddles her a bit there standing among the tables and then takes her away without much discussion. So I’ll have to find another one. About half an hour passes without any girls stirring my sexual instincts, when suddenly I notice that “the squirrel” (remember the brunette with oriental features?) is there wandering alone in the lobby and heading toward the garden. “Maybe she’s hot,” I think. She goes straight toward the exit, stops just a moment to talk with a couple of clients she finds along the way, then arrives at the door leading outside and stops there near a blonde who’s distractedly looking out. I watch her from afar; she’s looking outside too, probably taking a break or wanting to get some fresh air. Anyway, it doesn’t matter—I’ve decided I want her; she’s not perfect, not a model, but she intrigues me and inspires sex.
I get down from my stool in the corridor and with a feline step I approach. As soon as I’m about two meters away, the little blonde who was looking outside turns around and flashes her best smile, then says something in German but alas, I don’t speak that language. “What did you say?” I ask her with my perfect Tosco-American slang. She thinks for a moment and is about to reply, but she’s anticipated by “the squirrel,” who promptly jumps into the exchange with a cheerful and firm “Hi!”, instantly sidelining the poor blonde.
“Well done! You win!” I reply to her, smiling amused by her boldness, and I abandon the little blonde to her fate and move closer to the one who, after all, was the chosen prey. We start chatting in a mix of Italo-Anglo-Spanish that always turns out to be very effective and fun to hear. “Where are you going without me?” she insists, smiling. “Nowhere, but if you want, we can go out together,” I answer her. She looks at me for a moment with a puzzled expression, perhaps because she didn’t expect such a quick positive response, then literally throws herself at me, almost making us both fall because I wasn’t expecting it, but luckily she’s as light as a feather and I hold the impact. So before throwing ourselves into the refreshing night shade of the garden, I decide to interview her a bit while still holding her naked little body close. She is Alexa, I point out that I can’t quite understand her origins since she has rather particular facial features, and indeed she says she is half Thai and half Romanian, at which I think amused, “And with that DNA, what other job could you ever have done in life if not this…”.
Obviously, she could have also been an aerospace engineer, but considering the two ethnic origins, the joke fit perfectly, and anyway, it’s a mix you don’t often find around, another point in her favor.
She is twenty-two years old and looks it, she’s absolutely not the type to turn heads, she’s short and petite but well-built, and has a very cute soft little butt and a nice pair of interesting “pointed” oriental nipples on her small breasts, which, although small, are appreciable and proportionate to the rest. Additionally, she has this face with vaguely exotic features that I really like, even though objectively she can’t be defined as universal beauty. In fact, she will later tell me that Italians almost never go for her because, according to her, “we Italians” prefer Eastern European girls and she’s not liked because of her particular somatic traits; but she will soon discover that I am a very atypical Italian…
Finished with the interview, we head outside into the cool evening air. I really want to fuck her in the outdoor canopy on the little hill, howling under the stars, so we go up the steps of the staircase that leads to the top of the mound, and as soon as we reach the summit, she plants her tongue in my mouth then runs to get a couple of towels because she had completely forgotten. I stay there alone for a couple of minutes, and in the brief wait I realize that up there, with that breeze blowing incessantly, it’s a bit too cold, so as soon as she comes back I invite her to move into one of the tents, and after going down again into the garden and immediately finding a free one, we get inside and begins what will be my longest session with a girl in an FKK. At this point, it is twenty-three forty-five when Alexa closes the tent.
I undress, or rather, she undresses me and starts running her tongue all over me while I caress her small, soft but firm enough ass. The flag-raising doesn’t take long to arrive, she feels it and, continuing to kiss me, goes lower and lower until she kneels to suck me. And she’s good at it.
She skillfully uses her mouth, tongue, and even her hands, which are small and slender and don’t get in the way of the blowjob. She licks and sucks calmly and gently, she’s certainly not a tigress (not yet) but she knows what she’s doing, and I let myself go into her attentions for a few minutes. Then we move to the bed, I lie down and she continues her work lying on her side, but as soon as I invite her to put her pussy on my face, she doesn’t make me repeat it twice and offers me her little holes to lick and tease. She really has a nice pussy and I pounce on it like a wolf on prey. Then, since she doesn’t mind, I nibble her ass and have fun teasing her second hole with my tongue, then go back to licking her moist pussy, and every time she arches her back and raises her ass to the sky, making it easier for me to maneuver, showing a certain participation. She’s officially a little slut. I like it, and meanwhile, her taking care of my tool becomes more lively, saliva-filled, and deep. I don’t let her go, I like it this way, I have a lot of fun in this long sixty-nine, so much that at one point she detaches from the shaft and, always gently (sometimes people are annoying when they say certain things, but she isn’t), asks me: “Do you want to come in my mouth or do you want to last an hour?” So I check the clock for a moment and indeed almost half an hour had already passed, and if time flies it means I’m feeling good, so I reassure her saying, “Don’t worry, we can stay here all night if you don’t have anything else to do.”
She, quite satisfied with the answer, makes peace with herself and immediately starts again from where she left off, but that pussy inspires me too much and within a couple of minutes I gently roll her onto her side simply saying, “Give it to me.” She laughs amused at the way I said it, then proceeds to cap the now marble-like pin and positions herself on all fours on the bed, ass up, waiting for action.
“Yay! I see we’re getting along, that’s just what I wanted, good little bitch!”
I slip inside her and I must admit it’s a real pleasure, she’s not tight but very enveloping, “fits like a glove,” as they say. Anyway, from the sheep position I move to her lying face down and I keep penetrating her with pleasure, grabbing her butt while straddling her thighs. Not bad, but I wanted to look at her face, so we change again, I turn her onto her back and warm up the little brother again; this time I’m on top of her face to face, and we stay for who knows how long with our tongues intertwined while I thrust, and she seems to enjoy it too because she plants her hands on my ass and pushes as if trying to impose her rhythm on the movement. I go along a bit, enjoying her slutty, pleasure-loving face, then I change viewpoint again; I kneel in front of her and grab her ankles making her lift her ass off the bed and penetrate her that way. I start to feel tired but without letting go I “fold her back” and really rough her up, so much so that at a certain point she starts to “go wild” shamelessly while I increase the pace of penetration, and then her horny slut act makes me give in and I explode inside her with great satisfaction, while I gently nibble her calves (but I really wanted to sink at least my canines in) and smiling like a little angel I collapsed on the bed to recover.
he takes care of cleaning up the “little warrior” while I enjoy a moment of relaxation and some post-sex kisses. Then Alexa gets off the bed and offers me her hands as if to help me get up, but with a cheeky smile I say to her, “Got an appointment?”
For a moment she looks puzzled, then she answers, “No, but…” and still politely points to the clock to make me understand that the time had already passed.
“Then you didn’t understand a thing!” I tell her (just like that, in rough Tuscan), and with a smile on my lips I add, “Wasn’t it said that you and I would spend the whole night together?”
Then she finally gets it, smiles with delight, and presses herself against me again, showering my face with kisses.
“Ok, I get that you’re happy, but it doesn’t mean you have to slobber all over me like a damn chihuahua. Let me catch my breath for a moment, I was born tired, you know.”
“So I point out that something to drink would be nice and send her to the bar to get a glass of something with ice. Lots of ice. She gets up, opens the tent, quickly slips on the tiny little skirt that doesn’t even cover her pussy, and then disappears into the night…”
“In the meantime, given the time, and considering that I had left good Aleandro soaking in the big tub, I take the phone from the robe pocket and decide to send him a message to let him know that I intend to stay a bit longer with Alexa, because he probably already thought I had disappeared (although in reality he later told me he ran into her while he was at the bar and saw her running off with two glasses in hand, so he began to suspect where I might have hidden).”
Anyway, after five minutes or so, the little squirrel returns to the tent with the refreshing drinks, we exchange a few words while playing a bit with the ice cubes left at the bottom of the glasses, and I light a cigarette. Meanwhile, she keeps playing with the ice in her mouth, and there’s no need to specify how. The minutes pass and her work of “icy revival” on the heated Royal Bird works great. Then the ice runs out and so does my Marlboro. I stand up on the bed and grab one of the bars holding up the tent with my hands, so without needing instructions she kneels in front of me and attaches herself too. She attaches to the dick, but literally, and this time without hands. “Yeah!”
I enjoy her mouth, then I feel a strong desire to be inside her warm body again. Since I like to change positions, I help her down to the floor, where she leans on the bed with her hands. She is short, I am not, so it’s a bit uncomfortable, actually quite demanding. Yet, the sight of her leaning against the bed like that and being able to enjoy her as I want encourages me to continue. But after a few minutes, I have to admit defeat to tiredness and change position again. This time I choose something more comfortable: with her lying on her side, I wedge myself between her legs and can enjoy her thoroughly without any effort, and I can use my hands wherever and however I want. Things get more intense, and once again she urges me to be rougher; I hold her close, gripping her leg firmly, and with my other hand I grab one of her breasts. In a crescendo of moans and pleasurable sounds, at some point, I see her close her eyes, open her mouth wide, and quiet down, breathing heavily for a moment.
“Mission accomplished!” Alexa laughs happily, and as I watch her, I think I should be the one getting paid for the service provided (but honestly, the joy I see in her eyes is already a good enough reward).
I calm myself down, otherwise I’d die right here in the tent. I lie down, she gets on top, slides it back in, and starts moving gently on me — great move, I like it. Meanwhile, from the next tent, I hear someone making ridiculously exaggerated porno noises, and I can’t help but laugh, so we pause for a moment to listen. Alexa recognizes the colleague’s style and says she’s the type who always puts on that whole act and likes sex a bit… let’s say “sadistic,” yeah.
I calm down a bit, or I’ll die in the tent. I lie down, she climbs on top, slips it back in, and starts moving gently on me — a great move, I like it. Meanwhile, from the next tent, I hear someone making those over-the-top noises like in a porn movie, and it makes me laugh, so we pause to listen. Alexa recognizes the style of the girl and says she’s always making that scene and that she likes sex a bit “rough,” let’s say.
That girl doesn’t stop screaming “Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!”, so having lost my earlier lustful energy and caught in a moment of pure fun, I say to Alexa, “Come on, do it too, let’s make some noise.” She’s amused by the suggestion and starts happily bouncing on me, and with every thrust she throws in a theatrical “Ahhh!! … Ohhh!!” It’s pretty funny, but hearing her scream like that (even if just for fun) while riding me so boldly stimulates me, so I start thrusting back from below, first matching her movements, then with increasingly “rough” strokes, practically making her bounce up and down on my member at crazy speed. She stops making those fake little moans and presses herself flat against me. She seeks my tongue, and we slobber in each other’s mouths like two wolves as I now pound her forcefully in this way, and I like it, God, do I like it… This is the second round in a row, so I’m not at risk of finishing quickly, but I feel the need to relax or else I might actually die. I stop, kiss her again, free my member from its latex sheath, and lay her down again, kneeling at the edge of the bed near her feet. Once more, without instructions, she understands immediately and starts using them with skillful mastery; she’s young but very clever. I enjoy the playtime for a while, then move back up to her face and, almost sitting on her, put it back in her mouth. She sucks eagerly and I could almost give in like that, but I had something else in mind and had to do it. So I move, get off the bed, go to the other side, bring her to the edge of the bed with her head slightly back, and, putting the burden back in her mouth, I enjoy this reverse blowjob. I almost want to flood her mouth, but the sight of her naked little body with amber skin makes me crave something else, and reaching the climax, I let loose a spray on her breasts, neck, and down on her nice flat, tanned belly. For a moment my legs shake; I fully enjoy the sight of her skin bathed in the sacred nectar and her chuckling, amused and satisfied with the performance. I move closer to her face, she kisses me, and I return it by gently nibbling a breast. Then, seeing the mess on the bed, I help her clean up and nibble her softly again. I don’t know why, but since I like it so much, I feel like devouring this naughty little doll…
I glance at the clock and see it’s just past two, but since we’re already here, I decide to take it easy and let myself be lulled by her post-sex cuddles, which I gladly return and which never do any harm, especially after such a joyful romp, let’s be honest. So, after about two and a half hours, around two twenty, we compose ourselves decently and leave the tent. Outside it’s not excessively cold, but definitely not warm either. We head back inside to the warmth, and I go to collect the payment for the excellent company. Then, with the usual pleasantries and a warm hug, we say goodbye, and I rush under the hot shower.
I wander once again through the place in search of my trusty companion. This time I find him near the lounge area by the bar. He, too, had treated himself to one last round on the carousel and tells me about the performance of the young lady who entertained him. But naturally, I instantly forget what he said because I’m still overwhelmed and blissful from my encounter with Alexa.
We stay there for about another half hour, looking around. I’m already satisfied and exhausted. Aleandro, on the other hand, seems almost ready to score a fourth goal, but then he reconsiders and isn’t so sure after all, so we decide to head back the way we came.
Changing room, dressing, greeting, checkout.
We’re outside waiting for a taxi that arrives in less than five minutes, even though no one called it. That’s because taxis shuttle back and forth between the city and the Oase, practically until the venue closes.
Back at the hotel, we allow ourselves a few hours of sleep, and in the morning, after one last hearty breakfast in Frankfurt, we catch the bus that takes us back to the small Hahn airport, where at noon our flight home awaits us, ending the day and closing this pleasant weekend in Frankfurt.
In all fairness, and to emphasize that variety is the spice of life, I’d like to point out the different amounts spent by Aleandro and myself.
I had three “rooms” (that’s how paid sessions with the girls at FKK SaunaClub are called): half an hour with Maria, one hour with Gabriella, and two and a half hours with Alexa, totaling five hundred euros, including two “extras” with the first and second. Aleandro also had three rooms, but all were just half an hour each, and without any extras, spending a total of one hundred and fifty euros. That’s a three hundred and fifty euro difference.
Two different philosophies, a bit like the cicada and the ant, I’d say—both effective in their own way, since the goal is to come out fulfilled, satisfied, and completely relaxed. This is to say, for those unfamiliar with this world, that in places like these you can have fun and enjoy the day without spending outrageous amounts. But for those willing to invest a bit more, the only limit to imagination is the usual damn money and nothing else. Either way, whether you’re a cicada or an ant, if you like the Pussy, it’s worth sacrificing a couple of coins.
…At least once in a lifetime.
