December 2008.
The lively Christmas atmosphere was starting to take over the cold, grey winter gloom, and—just like every damn year—my better half had decorated the entire house, inside and out, with hundreds of colorful lights and all the other typical festive crap, making it look like something straight out of a classic American Christmas movie. The only thing missing was Santa Claus with his damn sleigh and his freaking reindeer. As for antlers to decorate, well, there were already plenty of those around—I’ve always made sure she never ran out.
It had already been a whole year since that unforgettable undercover trip to Germany with the guys, and even though I’d tried to organize something to relive the experience, the best I could pull off was a little mountain getaway with Marco, Gianni, and another one of our married friends. But it turned out to be a pointless outing—there wasn’t much snow that year, and as a result, not many young tourists either. The only good thing we managed to do was get drunk in a half-empty pub, then go to bed and try to forget the whole thing…
But then, one evening a couple of weeks later, while I was at the computer browsing the web for some info on local escorts, I came across a forum post where someone mentioned the opening of a new FKK club in Austria. I jotted down the few details I could find and headed to bed—because the dear reindeer-decorator at home was, surprisingly, in the mood for some affection, and I couldn’t exactly ignore her.
In the following days, though, I resumed my search and found more information about the opening of this Austrian club, which was supposed to have the inviting name “Andiamo.” I found out that it was set to open at the end of January and that it was located near the city of Villach—about a five-hour drive from home.
The next day I met with Marco.
“We have to go skiing,” I told him.
“I’m not going back up there!” he objected, referring to the last sloppy outing in the mountains.
“No no, you don’t understand. This time we are going to Austria…”
Marco looked at me for a moment as if I’d just told him I saw a pink elephant flying by wearing Batman’s cape; then, a second later, he vaguely caught on to what I actually meant by the word “skiing.”
“Okay, tell me everything,” he replied with an insane curiosity painted on his face.
So I told him what I had discovered, and I could see he was just as thrilled as I was. I then tasked him with bringing Gianni and Roberto into the loop—only those two, because, as the saying goes, “small town, big mouths.” Given that the year before there had been a risky leak about our little escapade in Germany, we had decided that from then on it would be better to keep it small but 100% trustworthy.
A few days later, during the usual couples’ dinner to exchange Christmas greetings—which Gianni also attended—we decided to dig deeper into the matter after the holidays, and didn’t bring it up again until January. Meanwhile, I occasionally checked for updates, but there still wasn’t any new information; however, everything seemed to be going smoothly, and the much-anticipated opening date of the club was approaching.
Once the holidays were over and those damn colorful lights had disappeared from the house facade, a couple of days after Epiphany, the four of us met up for a drink to discuss what to do next. Marco and I had already decided to go ahead with the trip, but Roberto wasn’t convinced at all—he was also involved in a semi-relationship with a pretty Russian girl, which wasn’t exactly motivating him to join us. As for Gianni, he would’ve liked to come, but he just couldn’t get away from work at that time, so he had to decline the invitation, leaving Marco and me with the task of scouting out the new place.
That very evening, I started coming up with a solid alibi to tell our ladies, and within a couple of days, I had planned the whole getaway down to the last detail, with a script worthy of The Count of Monte Cristo.
I met up with Marco again for the final details. The plan was perfect, and the alibi was the same as the year before, but this time it was truly foolproof. Officially, we were going skiing in an area on the border between Italy and Austria (just a few dozen kilometers from Villach), and in reality, all we had to do was lie by telling the truth—just leave out the part about visiting the club. Everything else would be true. That way, even if something went wrong, we’d still be where we were supposed to be, more or less. Plus, the phone operator issue and the calls to the ladies at home were easily solved because, as everyone knows, it’s not very practical to make or answer calls while skiing, so we’d just call them ourselves at the most opportune moment.
Marco took it upon himself to rent a vehicle suitable for the trip, and we set the departure date for February 20th—only because the week before was Valentine’s Day, and it didn’t seem right to ruin the day for our respective girlfriends. In other words, as they say, we were in the clear. Now, all that was left to do was to properly sweet-talk our wives and wait for the big day…
February 20, 2009.
That Friday afternoon, I left work a couple of hours earlier than usual to make sure everything was in order and to calm down that nagging woman I was leaving at home. Then, around the time I’d usually be heading back to the nest, my buddy showed up in a weird little German camper—two seats, compact and agile, which he jokingly dubbed Panzer. I said a fond goodbye to my lady, skipped down the stairs, and with the excitement of a kid heading off on his first school trip, I tossed the ski gear and backpack into the camper’s storage.
Around 6:30 PM, we were on the highway. The trip was a breeze, and the little two-seater Panzer turned out to be a rocket. After a stop to buy the vignette at the last service area before the border, and after making our call home, claiming we had already arrived at our destination, by around 11:30 PM, we were in the center of Villach looking for parking for the night.
After roughly sizing up the city, meaning we drove around it at least a couple of times, nearly getting lost at every turn, we finally managed to find a spot in a parking lot near the center, where other campers were already parked. Snow was everywhere, and it was plenty of it—the alibi was rock solid. But since it was still too early to sleep, despite the polar cold, we decided to take a walk downtown; just to see where the local brothel was, and maybe get a little “goodnight treat” if it seemed worth it.
The town of Villach looks pretty nice; the historic center is well-maintained and consists of a series of narrow streets between old buildings. We pass by several bars, some more questionable than others, but we’re not in the mood for alcohol, so we keep walking. Then, just after passing a bar near the brothel, we’re literally chased by a tall blonde in minimal clothing, who tries everything to drag us into her place.
Unfortunately for her, the girl had miscalculated and approached the wrong guys; and besides, the plan for the next day was taking us away from any further temptations, at least for that evening. She followed us for about a hundred meters, looking beautiful and provocative in that skimpy dress in the middle of the freezing nighttime snowy landscape, but she was also a real pain in the ass. I then suggested she keep us company for the night; at that point, she waved the white flag and turned back, probably because her tits—and everything else—were freezing off. As for us, we were already frozen solid, so we decided to head back to the camper and get some rest before the visit to Andiamo.
I was peacefully dreaming about forty naked virgins taking turns raping me when suddenly I opened my eyes and outside the camper, I heard a multitude of male voices singing something in German; it sounded like one of those stadium chants I can’t stand. Marco wakes up too, and we look at each other, confused, not understanding what’s going on outside. For a moment, we thought we were caught in the middle of some late-night protest march or, at the very least, something not good. We barely crack open the camper’s windows to take a look, and we see a group of young guys singing and making noise in a corner of the parking lot. Nearby, we notice more people coming out of a building next to the lot, and we realize it’s a nightclub.
“You can tell they use to have fun like this here,” I say.
“Briai di merdaaa!” (in Italian it means something like “piss-drunk as hell”) retorts Marco. So we have a laugh and as soon as the Tenores out there quiet down we go back to dreamland….
The next morning, we went downtown for breakfast and found out that the town was celebrating Carnival, complete with a parade of floats and costumed groups—basically, a crazy spectacle, but not the kind of “fun” we were looking for. Still, we enjoyed the parade and the lovely local girls all dressed up for the occasion, and after devouring a decent amount of krapfen (doughnuts), served by a friendly brunette in a nice little café, it was finally time to leave.
At two in the afternoon, we parked the little Panzer in the club’s lot, and after the usual last checks—making sure we had the phone in our pocket to call home at dinner time and enough cash on hand to treat the Regal Bird—we stealthily made our way toward the entrance, where the staff was already eagerly awaiting our arrival. At that hour, there were only four or five other customers.
In an instant, the door opened, and the big security guard greeted us. As soon as we entered, we were formally instructed by the lady at the reception, who, after collecting the seventy-five euro entrance fee, provided us with bathrobes and slippers tailored to fit, along with the usual towel and a couple of white magnetic cards. Without further delay, we proceeded to the changing rooms, where the infamous L-shaped lockers first struck Marco’s head and then my left shin, causing a folkloric string of archaic Tuscan curse words to fill the air, which amused two other patrons who were getting ready to enter. An unpleasant mishap that would repeat itself three more times before we finally learned that those things were absolutely diabolical and dangerous.
As I undressed, I recalled some negative comments I had read on an online forum in the days before, and I was a bit anxious about entering the room to see what things were really like. Meanwhile, I naïvely wondered, “How the hell do I lock the locker if there’s no key?”
Fortunately, there’s the sharp-witted Marco, who, with innate intuition and brilliant cunning, tries sliding the white card over the white indented circle on the locker door and Clack, it immediately locks. Okay, problem solved; I follow suit, and the damn killer locker door shuts. So, we head toward the hot zone of the club.
As soon as we passed the threshold of the changing room, we walked down the corridor next to the showers and saw the large main hall. The first impression was great—soft lighting and good music. We took a few more steps toward the room, and I immediately noticed a handful of semi-naked girls on the sofas, and just as many scattered between the bar stools and the small couches at the back of the room. We continued our tour to get a better look at the surroundings as well as the various ladies present, and I was pleased to see that the place, although not very large, was really nice and well-maintained, with attention to detail, and it had a fresh, new smell. Also, and perhaps more importantly, most of the girls were quite good-looking, except for a couple who were noticeably less attractive than the others, and as expected, they would work the least during the day.
It’s already been half an hour since we entered, so we decide to sit at the bar for a beer and to comment on our first impressions while they’re still hot. In the meantime, I’ve already set my sights on a couple of possible candidates for the room, and as soon as we finish drinking our beers we sit down on the sofas for a relaxing cigarette. After not even five minutes, here come two beautiful blondes, the Polish sisters. One is called Bianca and she’s a tall girl of almost six feet tall, nicknamed “Tornado”. Bianca goes to propose herself to the brave Marco, who, in a moment of lucidity, postpones the matter until later, kindly declining the offer. The other is Maya, a little sex bomb, later renamed “Twister”, who stands in front of me completely naked, then sits on me and after the usual ritual speeches of the first approach, asks me if I want to go up to the room with her.
In principle I had agreed with Marco not to give in immediately to the first attack, but alas I just couldn’t resist her. She is really very pretty, and her particular face with two beautiful eyes the color of the sky immediately captured my senses, so I accept the proposal, say goodbye to the brave companion of adventure and set off with the sweet girl in search of a room.
The rooms are on the upper floor so there is a staircase to climb here too, but unlike the one in the Colosseum, this is a single straight ramp, which on one side rests on a wall and on the other overlooks the main hall of the place. As I climb with Maya, I think that perhaps it is better to enjoy the roundness of her rear from another point of view, so I let her precede me by a few steps and in fact those smooth and firm buttocks that jiggle with every step are really a beautiful sight. At the top of the stairs there are two corridors, one on the right, one on the left, separated by a sort of atrium equipped with various sofas, which serves as a waiting room when the rooms are all occupied.
Maya takes a key from the cabinet and we enter the first door on the right of the left corridor, the closest one. The door closes and she, who is already naked, helps me take off my bathrobe in a geisha-like manner, then invites me to lie down on the bed, I smile at the thought that I would spend at least the next half an hour in the company of this little angel of sex and I tell her that I want her to take care of me and make me relax.
The pretty little polack doesn’t let her do it again; she lies down beside me, kissing me softly, first on my neck and then on my chest, then she slides her tongue towards the hot zone and slowly, with skilful licks, she approaches my sex, which is now ready for battle and of course she knows it. She places herself at the end of the bed doing her best in a slow and exciting blowjob. I let her do it for a while, enjoying the moment as she looks at me with those fatal eyes and continues to suck masterfully. At that point I am forced to stop her otherwise I die. She understands the situation at once, covers her cock, lays on top of me with her back to me, and after sitting on the shaft she starts to ride with a rhythm that is nothing short of heart-stopping, which combined with her rather tight vulva threatens to end the encounter before its time; so after enjoying her ride for a short time I make her lie down, and since she is physically quite petite I try to hold on to her to prevent her from falling off the bed while I’m pumping her like God commands.
But maybe the girl has gone a bit too far with that perfumed oil on her skin, which as much as it makes her look even sexier, at the same time also makes her slip out of my hands like an eel in oil. I grasp her gently but firmly by the slender ankles, and I can finally enjoy the sight of her slutty pretty face until I feel that the moment has come and I explode with pleasure inside her with great satisfaction, mine and that of my bald little brother whom I leave for a moment longer to enjoy the warmth of that warm shelter while Maya continues to stare at me with her hypnotic big eyes.
The first assault is over. I treat myself to a shower directly in the room, she does the same, then we go back downstairs for pocket money. I politely hand her her well-deserved sixty-five euros along with a kiss and go straight to look for my friend Marco.
I go back into the room still a bit dazed, looking for him left and right, but Marco has disappeared. So I lay down on one of the sofas near the bar and light a cigarette, then scanning the fauna in the room, I notice that Bianca, Maya’s “big sister”, is also missing, and since there were only a few of us in the room, if two and two make four… Well, good for him for enjoying it.
As I stand there relaxing like a tired cat, I barely have time to finish my cigarette and immediately a little blonde girl approaches. She’s not exactly what I would call a hot chick, let’s say she’s not even one I would turn around and look at if I met her on the street, but seeing her like this, completely naked, the girl inspires me with sex, in other words she looks like a total slut. I then let her sit on me, and find that she speaks Italian, ‘How are you?’ she asks. – ‘I’m great!’ I answer her, and meanwhile I think ‘I’m in heaven and I’ve just been in the room with a sex angel, how do you want me to feel?’
The conversation goes on and she says her name is Alina, she’s polite in manner and not at all pushy in her approach, and if I wasn’t in recovery she’d probably come out a nice second round, so I let her know it’s not time yet, but if she wants I’ll be there until three in the morning.
We exchange a few more jokes and she takes her leave, saying goodbye politely with her beautiful, slutty smile on her face. I turn in the direction of the other side of the room and see the brave warrior approaching with an expression of victory on his face.
‘Let’s go for a drink so you can tell me all about it,’ I tell him. We sit at the bar perched on two of the many stools available and I ask him, “So? How did it go with the big woman?‘, so he, with that indelible satisfied expression still stamped on his face, replies: ’That’s not a woman, she’s a tornado, she took it in my mouth and looked like a hoover!”
Basically, he enjoyed a half-hour SuperPomp in Tornado mode, and ended with a come in the maiden’s little mouth. As a first round I’d say that’s not bad at all.
So we continue exchanging opinions and impressions, then we pop into the sauna, and afterwards we have another drink and end up on the sofas again. In the meantime more bears in bathrobes have arrived, but the number of girls has also increased and we are still clearly outnumbered, which is fine, there is more choice for everyone.
In the meantime, my friend has noticed a brunette with a model’s physique and a pretty, clean-cut, church-and-home girl’s face, who even among so many beauties makes a good impression. I, on the other hand, cast my eyes on a curly-haired brunette with glasses who inspires me with a series of strange pornographic thoughts. But I don’t have time to think about it too much because I see the Tornado or rather Bianca arriving, who, being the tireless sucker that she is, proposes a trip upstairs; and she is very convincing, so much so that after a few small talk I accept the invitation and set off with her for the second ride of this long day, leaving good Marco to observe the young lady he had seen before, on whom he has now left his eyes.
I won’t dwell on what happened in the room because in essence, imitating the exploits of my trusty companion, the situation with Bianca was this: She sucked. I enjoyed. Full stop. Yes, because she really is a fucking stakanovist, and having listened to my partner’s enthusiastic opinion just before, I made it clear to Bianca that I just wanted to enjoy her warm, and inordinately salivating, little mouth. And so it was. A blowjob that I would define in chronological order with these adjectives: Hot, Enveloping, Infinite, Explosive.
After the explosion (and I feel obliged to point out that the last squirt he took in his face because his mouth was already full) I felt light and satisfied, totally fulfilled, and despite having spent the half hour comfortably lying on the bed I was literally unable to get up. I’ll leave the next part to your imagination, because I don’t think it’s that interesting to know in detail what he did with what he had in his mouth and face, and let’s get straight to the pocket money moment. This time there are one hundred and fifteen euros to be paid. I go to the locker to get the right amount and when I come back, I don’t see her any more.
“…where the fuck did she go?”
I look around and see her a little farther on the big sofa among the cool branches near the entrance to the hall. I approach her and say “are you a fcking ninja?”
‘Huh?’ is her reply. Obviously she didn’t understand a thing, and the strange expression painted on her face draws a smile from me as I hand her the reward. Satisfied she thanks me and says goodbye, and as they say in my part of the world, Si leva di ‘ulo , that is to say she leaves.
She is undoubtedly a great girl, and a good one too. If she were a bit more interested in social time as well, I might give her another round in the room later, but she evidently doesn’t care and prefers to satisfy every patron in the room. And the extraordinary thing is that ninety per cent of them succeed! In fact at the end of the day I lost count of how many times I saw her climb up the ladder this stoic fucking Stakanovist.
…But back to giving attention to the surrounding events…
I treat myself to a regenerating, hot shower, then return to the arena of the Trombodrome. Once again I can’t make out the figure of my friend Marco, and I am sure he is upstairs again to get even. So I decide to relax amid the bubbles in the Jacuzzi, then I go to get a drink and plop down on a small sofa. I stay there for two minutes in quiet solitude, when the girl with the goggles passes me by, one of those whom I had previously ogled and included on my personal menu for the day. She notices me watching her and literally pounces on me, then without uttering a word she literally starts meowing and biting my ear. I appreciate her direct approach but in the meantime I’m thinking: ‘Damn, you bitches, you do this on purpose to drive me crazy when I’m in recovery!’
The cat, however, does not know this and continues to tease me, then shows that she can also talk as well as meow:
“Do you like it?” she asks slyly as she continues to rub herself like an attention-seeking feline.
‘Absolutely,’ I reply, stroking her back, ‘I like you and you’re very nice, but the little baldy over there is currently dead…’ I mime the sign of the cross over the offending area and conclude by telling her, ‘…But if you’re still there, I’ll definitely see you again later, I love kittens in heat.’ She hints a mocking smirk, then checks under her dressing gown and confirms, ‘Yes, you look tired,’ she says, after taking hold of the little snake that still shows no apparent signs of life. After which he snaps a peck on my cheek and stands up. “See you later! Get some rest!” she exclaims; then she meows one last time and takes her slender wearing silhouette elsewhere.
I look at my watch; it’s almost fifty minutes since I came down the ladder, but there’s still no sign of Marco; I guess he’s been meeting for an hour, that warrior pig…
After a while I see him coming down, looking lost in space and little hearts in his eyes, together with the dark-haired girl he was staring at when I left him at the bar more than an hour before. He absents himself for the ritual operations and then returns to the room, and given his three hundred and sixty degree smile I deduce that he has spent an hour on fire, in fact, when I ask him: ‘So how did it go?’, he starts with a series of praises for the sweet girl whose stage name is Laura (but Angelina for her friends) and reveals that, yes, he spent an hour in her company, but he only used her mouth.
In truth, he is really obsessed with blowjobs, his mania, and describing the experience he confesses with satisfaction: “I even had my soul sucked; it exhausted me…”, then he looks around as if to make sure that there is no one nearby and adds ‘…My balls are dry!
A quel punto non so più dove girarmi a ridere, stavo fumando e a momenti mi strozzo per il modo in cui l’ha detto. Comunque, dopo aver scongiurato il soffocamento, mi fido ciecamente dei commenti fatti dal porco guerriero e anche questa moretta col bel faccino da porca della porta accanto ed un corpo perfetto entra di diritto nella mia virtuale lista della spesa. Sarà poi il fato a decidere quale delle prescelte verrà scartata.
But it is now almost dinner time, we take a count of the girls present, and we think that we haven’t done too badly at all. There are about twenty of them, and with the exception of an ugly one with slipper tits, a shapeless bonnet, and two others, not ugly but nicknamed “The Useless” and “Sympathy” respectively (ironically, one is actually insipid and useless while the other is unbearably obnoxious), all the others are absolutely pretty; and among these others there are at least four hotties worthy of praise. We enjoy some more of this goodness now that they are almost all in the room and then we move into the restaurant. ‘I’m Hungry!’
The buffet is nothing exceptional, but we need to keep our strength up because we still have seven hours before the adventure comes to an end, so we eat something resembling a plate of plain pasta and a couple of slices of meat of dubious but vaguely edible origin, and then finish with some fruit. After all, we were not there for the food, and the fruit was good anyway….
We go back to the café for coffee, it is about twenty-thirty, and we have plenty of time to take things slow.
The young harlots, accomplice to the fact that they too have to eat, seem to grant a respite and don’t bother us for a while, so we decide to take our time to digest the food we’ve eaten and we lurk for a couple of hours on the sofas, smoking in peace accompanied by the porn film playing in the background on the large LCD screens hanging in the hall…
I had just informed my partner that I would not move from the fucking couch until one of the chosen ones came to call me, and of course, after not even a minute fate would have it that the beautiful Laura, who after my friend’s comments had become the number one option, walked by.
He parades past us, waves, smiles and disappears from view for a moment, meanwhile Marco’s shady look tells me that his devilish mind is definitely up to something wicked, and in fact when Laura comes back a moment later, the damned man calls her from afar and points his index finger at me as if to say ‘Listen to what my friend here wants…’
Well, the bastard has just found a way to give me a third spin. Laura comes in and leans forward with her hands resting on the sofa and looks at me with those delicious dark doe eyes of hers. She really has a body that speaks and a sweet and mischievous expression at the same time. She understands at once what I need, asks me if I would like to seclude myself in the room with her and the answer that comes out of my mouth is something like, ‘Lead the way I’ll follow you!’
She signals me to wait for her there for a moment, and in the meantime I cordially tell my friend to fuck off, who in any case has amused me with this unexpected surprise move worthy of an evil genius; then the pretty brunette comes back with clean towels, shakes my hand and we walk together up the staircase to paradise like two young lovers going to a barn to fuck like rabbits.
We go into the room, she takes off that piece of cloth that barely covers her pussy, I hang the bathrobe on the hook behind the door and when I turn around I find her in front of me naked and perfect as few I have seen. We embrace and I feel her warm body in contact with mine. Seen like this she is truly enchanting. I enjoy her little kisses on my neck and return the attention on her velvety skin. I gently caress her back and go down to that divine ass. In the meantime the bald warrior down there starts to come to life again, she feels it and we lie on the bed continuing to exchange kisses and tongue play on every inch of skin at our disposal, then she goes down to below the navel and finally takes care of the lively little snake teasing it with her tongue from top to bottom, then she wraps it with her warm mouth and performs a blowjob that is nothing short of fantastic. She doesn’t make it disappear down her throat, but she knows how to use her tongue which is a pleasure, it would really raise even the dead. And she goes on like this, without eagerness, calmly, she holds him tightly between her lips and sucks with such mastery that the risk of ending the game already in the warm-up phase is very high. I call her attention by gently placing a hand on her shoulder, she doesn’t stop, she raises her eyes to me and looking at me without me saying a word she intuits what I want, she takes a condom and puts it on the pin using only her mouth, then she positions herself on top of me and in a moment I feel the warmth of her belly enveloping my sex, she moves like a goddess of lust, she is too good to resist and she is too beautiful not to capitulate too soon. I therefore decide to change pose, and to enjoy the sight of her perfect little bottom I sit on my knees behind her. The spectacle is assured and those pronounced dimples of hers are irresistibly sexy. I cling to her intoxicating body and give due attention to the sacred sheep in my hands, but the desire to see her face takes over and I invite her to lie down on the bed. She turns and lets her head go on the pillow, spreading her long black hair all around. I look at her and think that she really is a beautiful girl, one you can lose your head for. Then she opens her legs wide and shows herself in all her lustful beauty, and she is divine even there where mother nature has endowed her with a slit as perfect and inviting as sin. I feel that enveloping warmth once again as I kneel in front of her and again penetrate that warm cove and gaze with relish at her mischievous expression as I caress her legs and hold those athletic, flawless thighs in my hands. Invigorated by new lifeblood I begin to enjoy that rhythmic movement again, changing the tempo into an intense sexual delirium; she seems to like it, so much so that she twitches in a twisted way and invites me in no uncertain terms to fuck her, even invoking a certain Mr. God on a couple of occasions; and I would be happy to let myself go to extreme pleasure at that precise moment, but the temptation to feel the sacred nectar filling her mouth is so strong that I still hold back.
I stop and deliberately miss the fleeting moment, but she immediately turns around and kneels between my legs and again attaches her mouth to my sex and brings me to the long-awaited conclusion.
…Simply Perfect.
At the end of the games, while I let myself fall exhausted on the bed Laura watches me with an amused expression, hinting at a smile with her lips closed because her mouth was full. At that point I was convinced that she would go and empty the hangar of the precious cargo, instead she stays there staring at me, and a moment later, with her angelic little face right above me she asks me:
“Are you okay?”
I’m taken aback for a moment by the fact that she swallowed everything, but then I signal to her that I’m fine and invite her to give me a kiss, so after exchanging a few words while I regained my senses, we compose ourselves and go back down the stairs to heaven.
Out of the corner of my eye I notice my partner who has stayed in the room this time. I go to get Laura’s allowance, one last hug, a kiss, and “See you later baby!”
Another hot shower while I think about whether or not to fall in love with Lauretta, then I head back to the gaming arena more and more convinced that, at least for once in my life, I am in the right place at the right time. I look for Marco where I had seen him a little while before, but he is no longer there and I don’t have the strength to go looking for him around. I decide to abandon my tired limbs on a sofa to regain my strength and think about who could be the next and last prey of this crazy day of sexual excesses. I notice that most of the girls are still in the room but they are starting to show signs of tiredness and are lying down in groups of three or four in the dim light of the room and even the tireless Polish Sisters have loosened their grip a little. The atmosphere is calm and everyone is very relaxed, with the exception of a group of guys who arrived late at night and are playing around with Alina and her Bulgarian friends, and a strange character vaguely resembling “Er monnezza”, who wanders around the room bothering everyone he comes across without, however, getting anywhere with anyone.
Then finally the brave companion of adventure reappears, who, not having seen me go down with Laura, had gone to hide on the other side of the room. We decide to have a drink, moving back to the bar stools, and I tell him my impressions about the young lady he recommended: “She brings the dead back to life!” Then I remind him that the score is now three to two in my favor, and that in order not to be left behind he must try to even the score before leaving there. In the meantime, we are the only two left sitting at the bar, and looking at the dark-haired young lady behind the counter, gifted with a very respectable body and the movements of a long-time slut, I spontaneously say: “I would almost give the barmaid two blows, and if we stay here at the counter any longer I will shamelessly smack her.” In fact, she is no longer a young girl but a discreet young woman with the look of an old-fashioned slut, and she would not look out of place at all operating naked alongside other young girls; in fact, I am convinced that she has previously worked “on the right side of the bar” in other places.
But while we are making the most malicious and perverse comments about the unsuspecting barmaid, Laura reappears from the other side of the room. I point this out to my friend who immediately gets off the stool and goes to talk to her because he absolutely wanted to have a second round of the carousel with the beautiful Bulgarian. I take a look around and see Alina who is always busy socializing with those four rascals who arrived in the evening, while on the sofa behind me there is a brunette with a nice pair of huge natural tits, who however doesn’t convince me entirely and in any case is not my type. The others now all seem too weak, also because it is now half past one and tiredness is starting to make itself felt. At this point I am almost tempted to do a review of “Polish language” with Maya who was lying completely naked and oiled up on the sofas at the back of the room together with her big sister and two other blondes who are not exactly worthy of note. But suddenly, in the dim light at the back of the room, I see Miss “Glasses” sitting down at the bar. “OhYouWhereTheFuckDidYouGo?”, I wanted to say to her. I get up from the stool and with a stealthy step I go and sit behind her on the sofas she had just left, I want to see if she wants to take a walk around the room or if she is tired like some of her other colleagues who are now in the mood for rest. So I will let her come to me, if she wants. A handful of minutes pass, during which she gets a drink, rummages in her purse, looks at her nails and says hello to a colleague who is leaving, then finally she turns in my direction and recognizes me. She smiles and comes to lie down next to me. I want to play a little and slowly try to push her off the sofa, she plays along. She tries to regain the position but I don’t give up, so she decides to use a dirty trick, she clings to me and in the meantime she raises a leg showing off her beautiful shaved pussy “But that’s not fair!” I tell her. Then she starts laughing and spreads herself all over me without restraint, then she stares at me and starts meowing again. I have to say that even though she doesn’t have the classic universal beauty, she is still quite attractive with those dirty secretary glasses, and I really like her way of doing things. She seems really nice, and the contact with her body has reawakened my sexual instincts again so all the conditions for doing the fourth room of the day are there. “Shall we go and do some good for ourselves?” I say to her. – “Cinema or room?” she promptly replies. – “I prefer the room, it’s more comfortable” I answer, thinking that I really want to enjoy this wild kitten in total intimacy.
Meanwhile, good old Marco is always there, so busy talking to that beautiful Bulgarian fart Laura that he doesn’t even see me when I pass by him, “The fuck will they have to say to each other?”, I ask myself. So I leave him to his things and head upstairs, continuing to play with the young, bespectacled prostitute, who confirms her sympathy when she jokingly asks me: “Do you love me?”
“Yes I love you,” I say.
“And will you love me tomorrow?” she continues. To which I gently caress her bottom as we walk and respond:
“I will love you tomorrow if you make me love you tonight…”
She looks at me and smiles mischievously, then takes a key and in an instant we are in front of room number fifteen, the scene of the fourth battle of the day with the one who will be the last chosen one of this Saturday, namely “the Cat” a.k.a. “Glasses” a.k.a. “Porn Secretary”, or more simply Selena, who in a single day earned more nicknames than Apollo Creed in Rocky IV.
In truth, the young lady was a very pleasant surprise, not so much for the sexual performance itself, which in any case left me with a good memory, but for her behavior once we arrived in the room.
We are now in the room, I made her take off her glasses to see how she is, and with those fascinating grey eyes of hers clearly visible she appears even prettier and more intriguing, so much so that after having confided these thoughts to her, she left her glasses in her purse until the end of the games.
After a quick shower we both find ourselves on the bed lying on one side and I stay there staring at her while she looks at me mischievously and starts acting like a cat again. She purrs and runs her nails over my body (but delicately, because every scratch could be used against me by the “decorating reindeer” I left at home), then she caresses my pleasure center and I leave the initiative to her. I lie down comfortably blissfully on the bed, while Selena continues with her hand to dedicate the necessary attention to my most sensitive area and in the meantime she kisses me delicately on the mouth, then moves on to my neck and down along my sides to arrive to accompany the caresses of her hand with those of her tongue on the warm area, and then goes back up again. Her lips are soft and moist and this gives me a very pleasant sensation, she kisses me again on the hips, on the chest, then she delicately goes back to savoring my lips and I hers, meanwhile the bald soldier down there is fully at attention, she moves slightly kneeling next to me, she comes closer with her mouth, takes it firmly in my hand and… With her halting Italian she intones a hilarious “Lasciatemi Cantaaree, con la chitarra in maanoo…”. And I’m not joking, she really did it!
At that moment I didn’t know if I should headbutt her or “love her even tomorrow”. Nothing like this had ever happened to me, but after an initial moment of confusion, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. And at that point, what does she do? She gives a beautiful mocking smile, looks at me with a satisfied expression and takes the entire microphone in her mouth, staring straight into my eyes. My laughter immediately turns into a howl of pleasure and I abandon myself to her ministrations. After a while, she stops, puts a hood on it and jumps on it with little grace, as if it were a toy of hers to be abused.
It’s late, I’m tired now and the girl is really making me have fun, so I let her decide how to proceed, but she inflicts a series of hip movements on me so effective that I almost explode without even understanding what’s happening. I immediately change my mind, I pull myself up, and while remaining inside her I reverse positions, laying her on the bed. I observe her slutty expression with those sly little eyes that look at me mischievously, then I lean on her body and sliding my arms behind her back I hold her tightly by the shoulders and start dancing inside her, in a crescendo of increasingly rapid and decisive movements. I notice that she appreciates the effort and I feel her clinging to me, holding me close, I let her feel my jaws on her neck and she lets out a short, very exciting moan that gives me the energy to continue enjoying her body as I desire, but then I understand that I’ve given enough for today and I feel that the tiredness of the day is getting the better of me, I know that like this I’ll never get to the right conclusion. I stop and kiss her on the lips, letting her know that I want to end the game in another way. I move aside, lying down next to her and free the skittle from the annoying cover, she immediately pounces on her prey and alternates with the right art, the use of her hand and that of her mouth. I enjoy the moment and let fate decide what will be the conclusion of this exciting Russian roulette, in fact when I’m about to come she has it all in her mouth, but a moment before the fateful moment she pulls away and as soon as she takes it back in her hand I happily squirt over the ivory skin of her thin arm while the cat looks at me and smiles slyly…
I jump into the shower and look at the clock, the half hour has just ended, so I think it’s time to go, but she lies down on the bed again, this time on her stomach. She stays there and looks at me with half-closed eyes, tells me she’s tired and jokingly offers to stay and sleep with her. I get back into the bed and lie down next to her, jokingly ask her if she really sleeps there, then she explains to me that almost all the girls who work there stay in an annex of the place where they have rooms to rent, but some stay in a hotel in the center of Villach.
Seeing her like this, she is really sweet with her sleepy eyes and tired look. She almost seems like another person compared to the one seen down in the room. In the meantime, she plays with my hands and goes “Meoow… Meoow…” It is clear that in addition to the crude working relationship, we have immediately found a sort of “contact” and there is certainly a certain mutual sympathy, so taken by the very pleasant atmosphere that has been created, I decide to give her a little gift. I sit astride her back, just above her bottom, and start giving her a massage (with my experiences of massages received in centers made in China, I must have learned something, right?).
I feel that his back muscles are tense like a rope, and with each passage of my hands he lets out a sigh, then he asks me if I do it professionally but obviously my answer is: «No, but I love massages», and continuing my work I add, «But you like it, eh…»
The cat sighs with relief and responds again with a “Meoooow!”. I take it as a yes. In the meantime I have reached the bottom of her back, I slide down to sit on her legs and extend the massage to that beautiful ass. I play with it a bit, I spread her butt cheeks, she giggles and scolds me: “Hey!” So I repeat the gesture, but this time keeping them open for a bit, which allows me to notice the discreet elasticity of her rear hole, and makes me think that she is also very inclined to anal intercourse, but by then I had no more shots in the barrel and even if I wanted to I wouldn’t have been able to conclude again, so I didn’t delve further into the investigation. This time she doesn’t bat an eyelid, in fact, she seems amused by this little scene that has been created and smiles. I give her a little more attention to her back then I move on to caress her hips and her bottom again, finally I give her a gentle bite on one buttock and invite her to get up, otherwise I would have risked staying there sleeping for real. I put my bathrobe back on, she gets up and thanks me for the pleasant gift, promising me that next time she would return the favor. We go down the stairs and I head to get her payment for the half hour, she follows me to the changing room, but she doesn’t come in. I go back to her giving her the allowance, she hugs me and asks me if by chance I will be there again the next day. “No, I won’t be there” I tell her.
“Too bad,” she replies, “But next time I’ll surprise you, I promise,” she concludes.
I say goodbye to her finally thinking that, as much as I would like to meet her again, she probably won’t be here next time. The day is over for me, I just have to pick up Marco and then we’ll leave, but first I need a hot shower.
Ten minutes later, I’m there drying myself off when I hear the voice of that dirty warrior friend of mine asking how much he has to pay the lady on duty, she’s answering by indicating the usual rate, at which point I pop out of the shower door that overlooks the corridor, and accompanied by a cloud of steam, in an absolutely jovial tone I exclaim: “A thousand Euros! Pay up, cheapskate!” I turn in the direction of the girl and notice that she was right behind the door and she almost gets a shock at my unexpected outburst. However, she understands that we are friends and laughs out loud too, after which I say goodbye and go back where I came from.
The long day is now coming to an end, I wait for my buddy in the shower area and I get him to tell me straight away how it went, because I left him talking to his beloved Laura and instead now I find him with this other young lady. I’m missing something…
He then tells me that Lauretta at two o’clock puts the cork in Topa and closes the shutters, and then he had to fall back on another because by now he had to do the third round on principle. And the nice Linda, that is the girl in the corridor, had given him the right inspiration, so he decided to test her on the field and it was a choice that in the end proved to be a winning one, in fact he says that she gave him a perfect blowjob a batti (a variant in Tuscan pecoraccio of the English term deepthroat), and furthermore she didn’t even charge him for the extra even though he practically came in her throat, so it couldn’t have gone better than that to end the evening in style…
We put on our civilian clothes again and around three o’clock on Sunday morning it was inevitably time to go. We went to the cashier to hand over our badges, then the security closet man opened the door that looked out onto the parking lot and from the warm warmth of paradise we found ourselves in the cold and frost like baby Jesus, but without the ox and the donkey.
“I was better off in there in the warmth together with the whores,” I think.
One last look outside the paradise and we listlessly retrieve the mythical Panzer to go in search of a place to camp overnight. Twenty minutes or so later we stop near the road leading into the mountains, in a completely dark lay-by near a small stream at the foot of an equally dark knoll thick with trees laden with icy snow. It is probably the most inhospitable place in Carinthia, and perhaps it is even less welcoming than “Silent Hill,” but the fatigue is too much to continue driving without running the risk of finding ourselves planted in a wall of snow or running over Heidi’s reckless grandfather taking the goats out to pasture at night, and in fact we fall asleep as soon as we turn off the engine.
The next morning we resumed our journey, stopping shortly after at the border crossing where the ski slopes are, just to take a couple of photos, keeping our unassailable alibi alive, and for the necessary phone calls home. Then we calmly resumed our journey back, accompanied by many beautiful memories and the vain hope that one day it will be possible to have a place like this even in our very bigoted “land of persimmons”.
But perhaps it is more likely to meet Heidi’s Grandpa at ANDIAMO go grazing sheep….
