Day One – Paradise Lost

I was pleasantly surprised to find that the car rental counters were upstairs in the terminal and the parking garage with the cars was underground, directly below me. No shuttle buses – this was going to be easy. I handed my credentials and reservation confirmation to the Avis agent and he handed me the keys and papers to an Opel. I went downstairs and found the car easily. I settled in and then tried to figure out the navigational system. There were no instructions, no manual and the controls were all in German. After fumbling around for 15 minutes, I got out of the car and found a service technician. We spent another 15 minutes trying to program in the address and although I was suspect that everything was in order, he said it would only work out of the garage as the GPS needs line-of-sight to the satellite in order to track. I drove out of the garage, all the while waiting for the “off-road” icon to click off and for the system to tell me how to get to my hotel. It was cold, about 40 degrees and overcast as I exited the airport. I was on a small highway and the icon still said off-road. I drove around for about 15 minutes and then pulled over and tried to figure out the system. Everything looked like it was programmed in ok, but it wasn’t giving me directions. Stupidly not bringing any maps with me, I decided to go back to the garage and get assistance. I pulled into the garage and hour after I had left and they sent over another service technician. Neither of these guys really knew the system; they were fumbling around just like I was. We cleared the system and instead of putting in the hotel address, we put in Atlantis’ address, hoping for a better result. The technician said everything was ok and once again I fell for the line about how the system wouldn’t work in the garage. So I exited and again it stayed in the off-road mode. I still couldn’t get it to work so after 15 minutes I went back to the garage and then back to the counter and informed them that the navigational system wasn’t working. The agent apologized and gave me another car, a Renault automatic. I went downstairs, found the car and tried to figure out this new navigational system. At least this one was in English and the car was an automatic. Things were looking up. I tried to put in the address, but kept getting an error message – the CD was missing and I had to insert it! The technician came over and searched the car for the missing disc. At this point I’m tired and pissed off, so I go back to the counter and explain the problem. The agent gets on the phone and starts rattling off in German. After several of these phone calls, she hangs up and says we have no cars with navigation, please wait. It is now 12:00noon. I calmly walk away and over to the Hertz counter. Avis wasn’t cheap and Hertz was even more expensive, but at this point I just want to leave the airport. I show the Hertz agent the reservation and he says he has an Alpha Romeo Station Wagon with the navigation system. The total cost for two days, including fees was an outrageous 270 Euros, or $325.

I walk back to the Avis counter and gleefully tell the agent, in front of all her customers, that Hertz has been able to accommodate me, here’s your car key back. I make my way back to the underground garage and get in the car. I ask the agent for help with the navigation system and it appears to be in order, except that it’s all in German. In addition, according to the system, my hotel is 170 ki. away. It’s now foggy and raining and I begin to make my way to the hotel. I’m on the Autobahn in stop and go traffic. Because I’m really tired and constantly looking down at the navigational system, I come close to having an accident several times. I pull over and rethink my options. Should I drive to this hotel, only to find that the clubs are 3 hours in the other direction? Should I drive straight one of the clubs? Should I just get on the Autobahn and drive in the wrong direction and end it all?

I quickly scan the Hombre reports and see that Atlantis is the closest club to Frankfurt. I also see that Robertx has listed easy driving directions all on the Autobahn. I decide to go right to Atlantis in Altenstadt. I pull into the nearest gas station and ask them how to get to A3. 10 minutes later I’m on the right highway and I’m feeling pretty good – I’ve gotten my second wind. I take the A3 to A45. About 45 minutes later, I see a sign for Altenstadt and I think I screamed out loud I was so happy. I finally come upon Altenstadt and find myself in the center of town on route 521. There’s a sign pointing towards Frankfurt saying it’s 26 ki. away, so obviously there are shorter ways of getting here, but as Robertx said, this was the easy way to get there.

It is now 3:30pm. I made it from Newark to Frankfurt in 7 hours and from the Avis counter to Altenstadt in 6 hours. And they were 6 very long hours. I decide to find a hotel. I came upon one but they said they were booked. Ditto with the next one in town. I drove to the next town and still couldn’t find anything. Then it hits me. My thinking will be much clearer once I’ve gotten laid. Head to Atlantis. Again I stopped at a service station and they gave me easy directions. You go to the center of town and take the roundabout in the direction of the industrial center. Make a left at the first light and keep going straight about 1 ki. Just follow the signs for the Altenstadt Tennis/Squash Center as it’s right next door to Atlantis. I see the sign and I’m ready to shed tears of joy. There are quite a few cars surrounding the club and I find a space around the corner. I pop the trunk and pull out my toiletry bag. I head to the entrance gate and ring the buzzer. I’m buzzed in and I walk to the reception desk. I can see the bar in the background and I see about 7 guys standing around wearing towels, but I don’t see any girls. Oh man, was this a mistake? Anyway, the friendly receptionist explains the rules: 65 Euro entry fee, “if you take a girl upstairs it’s 50 Euros” and they are open until 4:00am. She might have said something else, but just then one of the most incredible looking women I have ever seen stands next to me at the reception desk. Naked, wearing only high heels. Blond, with C-cups that defied gravity. And naked, wearing only high heels. She smiles at me, says something to the receptionist, and walks away. I hand over my credit card and pay the fee. The receptionist asks my shoe size and gives me two keys for locker 68. The first key fits a small locker in the reception area where you can put your wallet (so you can pay the girls when you come back downstairs after a session) and the other key is for a locker in the locker room. I go over to the small locker and I see what the six guys lounging up against the bar are looking at: about 20 incredible-looking naked girls, all wearing nothing but a smile and high heels. The girls are lounging about in an area across from the bar that opens onto another area for even more lounging. There’s music playing and the lights are dimmed, but not dark. I pull myself away from the scene and make my way to the locker room. There are stacks of nice fluffy towels at the locker-room doorway: the yellow towels are standard sized and the green towels are oversized – way oversized. Enough to easily cover my fat ass and gut and then some. Believe it or not I was actually worried about the towel size. No need to worry.

I head into the locker room, which has about 100 lockers and find mine. I open my locker to find a size 10 pair of shower shoes waiting for me. Ahhhh, German precision. I undressed, put away my clothes and head out, wearing my green towel. I walk over to the square bar, grab a stool and order a Coke. There are couches everywhere filled with naked girls and towel wearing guys. The pace is slow and unhurried. I get my drink and take in the scene. I get up and walk around the place, to take in the lay of the land. There are a couple of saunas in the back and a nice whirlpool that overlooks a large swimming pool. This is to the side of the main lounging area. I tried to do a headcount, and at 5:00pm on a Friday there were about 35 girls and 20 guys downstairs. I say downstairs, because the session rooms are all upstairs and there are about 40 rooms upstairs, divided between two wings. Of the 35 girls, I’d say 30 were doable and 15 were absolute must haves. And they were all available. And did I mention all naked. Wearing high heels. I went back to the bar to plan my next move. 3 minutes later I was approached by Jenny who hailed from Romania. Jenny had black hair and 34Cs. We talked for a bit – her English was very good and we adjourned to a couch. Jenny started stroking my dick while we were making small talk. This went on for about 5 minutes, then she asked if I would like to go upstairs. I agreed.

Now as far as when the clock starts, I had read that sometimes the clock starts while you are downstairs, especially if you start kissing. I can tell you that of my 10 sessions, 8 were spent with “getting to know you time” on a couch and they involved kissing and sometimes the beginning of a blowjob. I don’t know what would have happened if I decided not to go up to the room, but each girl, without exception, said at some point after the couch foreplay, “would you like to go upstairs?” To me, this implied that the couch time was just part of their sales pitch and I wasn’t committed until I said yes or no to the upstairs question.

I also wore a watch (as did more than 50% of the guys on the floor) and made note of the time just as we entered the room. With all of the girls I said I wanted 30 minutes and this was well-received by each one. Of the 10, 2 suggested extras, (CIM, anal) which I politely declined. 1 of the 10 asked me 15 minutes in if I wanted an hour, which I also declined as I wanted to keep my 5 girl-a-day pace. She said no problem

The rooms upstairs are nice and clean, with a queen-sized bed with sheets and a night-stand with a small lamp with a red light. Some had mirrors, others did not. There was no door, only a curtain. I could hear the screams of passion coming from the girl in the next room – it was really turning me on. We laid down our towels on top of the sheets – every girl will do this. As was my routine during each 30 minute session, we started with a BBBJ, then moved onto 69, then cowgirl, reverse missionary and doggie. At one point I had Jenny standing and bent over the bed with me taking her from behind. This was enhanced in rooms with mirrors, the memory of which is giving me a chubby as I right this report.

After I came, Jenny removed the condom and cleaned me up with paper towels. We rested on the bed and I got up to leave right at the 30 minute mark. We went downstairs and I stopped at my small locker and took 50 Euros out of my wallet and gave it to Jenny. She kissed me on the lips and thanked me. [1. Jenny (Romania, 25y/o 5’4” 34C: Sex 7.5, Looks 7.0, attitude 7.5]

There is absolutely no tipping here. I’m a big tipper, but did not tip any girl as it just isn’t done. I went to the locker room, grabbing two fresh towels on my way in (love the unlimited supply of fresh towels). I took a shower, made some notes and headed back to the bar.

By this time it was 6:30 and I hadn’t eaten and had no hotel arrangements. I explained my situation to the friendly hostess and she recommended a hotel in town and wrote the number down on a piece of paper. I asked where I could make a call and she told me to go into the bar/dining room area and the lady at the bar would make the call for me. I asked and she called, but the hotel was booked. She consulted a list of hotels and called another one and this time there was an opening. I would have to get there before 10:00pm to pick up my room key, but she explained I could then return to the club and didn’t have to pay another entry fee. I accepted without even asking the price and now I really began to relax.

There were four menus from different restaurants on the counter – Italian, German, Chinese and one other. She explained that I could order whatever I wanted and they would set me up at one of the dining tables. I ordered from the German restaurant, 9 Euros for a Jaeger schnitzel platter. I walked over to the bar, got another soft drink and surveyed the scene. The place was getting busier and the quality of women was still outstanding. You were hard-pressed to find anything less than a 7 here – you really had to search to do so.

No one approached me and that was just as well as I really just wanted to observe. I then retired to one of the couches in the bar/dining area and my food arrived about 30 minutes after ordering it. It was nicely set up for me on the table. The schnitzel platter was huge and delicious and came with a great “assorted” salad (carrots, greens, etc. and a great dressing. While I was eating, a parade of girls walked past me to get to the lady’s room. Each one smiled and said “bon appetite”. Then this blond of Amazonian proportions walked by and asked how I was and how was the meal. I told her everything was great and when she exited the ladies room she told me to find her later “for dessert”. I finished the meal, digested a little and then sought out my blond goddess. When I walked up to her, without missing a beat, Margot asked me if I was ready for dessert. I told her I was.

Margot who was from Finland, was blond, 6’2” and a 36C. We sat down on the couch and she started playing with me and we started DFK. She went down on her knees and started to give me a BBBJ. At this point I was ready to just keep going to see where this would lead. After 5 minutes, she came up for air and asked if I would like to go upstairs. I said yes and 2 minutes later she literally threw me on the bed and screamed at me to fuck her hard. Margot liked it rough, with a lot a slapping, and I was happy to oblige. I bent her over the bed to take her from behind, but with my freakishly short inseam (29” on a 6”0” frame) and Margot’s impossibly long legs, I almost needed a step ladder to give it to her doggie style. We then moved onto the bed where the doggie position was more easily attained. I’ve never fucked a woman taller than me – this was one of several firsts for me to occur over the weekend. Margot talked and screamed throughout the session and after I popped with both collapsed onto the bed. After a few minutes, she cleaned me up and we headed downstairs, 32 minutes after we entered the room. I opened the locker and handed her 50 Euros. She kissed me on the lips and we parted ways.
[2. Margot (Finland – 26y/o, 6’2”, Blond, 36C): Sex 9.0, Looks 9.0, attitude 9.0]

I took a shower and changed back into my clothes – I wanted to pick up the hotel key, then rest up a little and head back to Atlantis. The receptionist gave me what appeared to be easy directions to my hotel, the Scloss Budingen (see www.buedingen.de ). I got in my car and followed her directions, basically 2 ki away in a straight line. Long story short, the hotel was 13 ki away and not in a straight line. She had given me directions to the first hotel she called, the one that was full. I was pointed in the right direction, and made it to the village of Budingen 15 minutes later. I pulled over to a service station and three people tried to explain how to get there, but thankfully one of them generously said to just follow him – he would get me there. I would have never found the place otherwise. The town of Budingen is a historic village which attracts many visitors. We pulled up to this fortress that looked like a castle. That’s because it was a castle. I thanked my navigator and walked to reception to find it closed. It was 8:30pm. I entered the restaurant and they called someone who met me 5 minutes later. She showed me to the room, which had its own entrance off the cobblestone courtyard. It was smallish, but nicely furnished and at 85 Euros per night, I was very happy. From the looks of the place, I thought it was going to be more and since I didn’t have a reservation on a Friday night I was happy. I told her I would take the room for two nights and she told me we could take care of the bill in the morning. Breakfast was served from 8:30am – 9:30am. I unpacked and changed clothes. It was 9:30pm and I decided to head back to Atlantis. Of course I got lost, making the wrong turn at the roundabout in the middle of Bundingen, but at least I had my bearings. I headed in the right direction and I was back at the Atlantis bar wearing nothing but a towel and a smile around 10:00pm.

The place was much busier than before with about 65 girls on the floor and 40 guys. I walked around the main lounge area and spotted my next target. Janissa was from, get this, Jordan! My first Middle Eastern babe. With her there was no couch foreplay, I invited her up to the room directly. We went through my usual positions and at one point I asked her if she could do that Arabic War Cry thing that you hear on CNN. She smiled and said she didn’t know how – this was to be my only refused request on the trip. The session was great, enhanced but her huge, thick hooters. I feasted on those babies like they were manna in the desert.

We went downstairs for the payoff and I went into the locker room to clean up. [3. Janissa (Jordan – 27y/o, 5’7”, Brown, 38D): Sex 9.0, Looks 8.5, attitude 9.0]

I rested up a little bit and enjoyed the people watching. At this point, I started to realize that having a fellow hobbyist would be great right now. You have time to kill in between sessions and I’d say half of the guys are there with friends and the one’s who are alone, for the most part wanted to be alone. Except for one fellow American in the locker room, I didn’t talk to anyone other than the girls.

After about an hour I walked around and saw a girl that had caught my eye earlier. Our eyes locked and she came right over to me. Nicoletta was another Romanian and we went over to a couch and got to know each other better. She said that today was slow for a Friday, there’s usually double the amount of people. We kissed for about 5 minutes and then she asked if I’d like to take her upstairs. I agreed and off we went. Nicoletta was another screamer, which only enticed me to give it to her harder. The more forceful I pumped, the more she screamed for more. When I bent her over the bed for doggie she screamed for me to fuck her harder. I popped after 20 minutes, the both of us completely soaked. I let her clean me up and we went downstairs for the payoff. . [4. Nicoletta (Romania – 29y/o, 5’6”, Blond, 36B): Sex 9.0, Looks 9.0, attitude 10.0]

Once again I showered, got fresh towels and hit the whirlpool for the first time. I soaked for about 30 minutes and then made my way to the bar, my legs wobbly from 4 sessions and the warm water. A girl that I had been eye-flirting with finally came over and started talking to me in German. I told her I spoke no German and she chastised me in her limited English. This girl exuded sex and was perched upon the tallest high heels I had ever seen. Her name was Carla from Spain and she said she spoke Spanish, Italian, French and German, but little English. We switched to French, because I speak it fluently and her eyes lit up. She started going down on me right at the bar, with two guys sitting on either side of me. After a few minutes, she suggested we adjourn upstairs and I readily agreed. When we got to the room, she removed a double-headed dildo from her purse and said we could use this if I wanted to pursue any fantasies. Carla was the most sensuous fuck I have ever had. She was slow and deliberate and totally in control. She yelled at me in French throughout and this proved to be quite a turn-on. She licked me up and down and worked me into a frenzy. This was my fifth session of the day, yet I came like a convict on a conjugal visit. Carla blew me away.

We went downstairs and I paid her. She kissed me full on the lips and walked away, looking back ever so slightly. I wanted to do her again, right then and there. And I could have.

[5. Carla (Spain – 30y/o, 5’4”, Blond, 34C): Sex 10.0, Looks 9.5, attitude 10.0]

I cleaned up in the locker room, totally sated. I ventured back onto the German roadways that had been so cruel to me earlier, but had eventually brought me to paradise.

I parked outside of the castle and walked over the cobblestones to my room. I collapsed on the bed, fully exhausted and fully satisfied.

You know. For a developed country like Germany, the per girl average of $72 US is not that bad, even with the 65 Euro entrance fee. I would be doing the same thing as Wallstreet by leveraging the entrance fee and doing more girls there.

If the dollar ever gets back to parity with the Euro or even gets back to where it was 2 years ago when 1 dollar bought 1.15 Euros, an ever better deal could be struck. Of course there is the prohibitive costs of getting there and hotel accommodation, but with the level of service and beauty, it seems well worth it. Thanks for the report Wallstreet.

Wallstreet
What an amazing run... Thanks for great report. I can't wait to read rest of it.

Great report buddy. Seems like many of the girls were older 25+. Was this the norm?

Thanks guys.

Xenono: I ride the subway everyday and they have this new ad campaign for unlimited ride monthly cards - they harp on the fact that if you want your per ride cost to decrease, "just ride more" I kept thinking the same thing at Atlantis. . .just ride more. Add to that this was hands down the most sanitary sex venue I have ever seen coupled with the highest quality of girls I've ever seen in one place -- it's well worth the price.

Sandman: The girls were in the mid 20s to early 30s. I didn't see more than a couple who were definately 18 - 21. There were two girls (err, women) who had definately hit 40. They were there both days and neither seemed to be going upstairs much. One was from Germany - worked in a shop during the week and I think was just there to have fun, the other was annoying and only spoke Spanish - don't know where she was from - no English, no German and past her prime. Don't know how she was making a living standing next to goddess after goddess.

Great report. It makes the thought of a European holiday seem much more enjoyable.

Sterling

I am headed to FRA on Dec 12 for a FKK vacation...your report makes the decision where to go first very easy. Thanks!!!

Wallstreet, Great report.5 in one day.Man your my hero.

WallStreet, great report-- I enjoyed it and your writing style!

I'm also glad to head that the towels will encompass my girth when I go

-dm

Grshel1 - You're going to be blown away. Have a great time and I'd love to hear your take on the place.

Billcink - When you're surrounded by this type of beauty, 5-a-day is almost a minimum. Wicked Willy did 10 in one day and is shooting for 12 the next time - that that's the way to leverage the entry fee

Don Marco, glad you enjoyed. I had to put that in about the towels, cause I've been in sports clubs here where the towels just weren't big enough, but we have nothing to worry about over there.

WS,hi,

Your report has made me reconsider the wisdom of flying 21 hours to Bangkok.

Questions:
-I would feel uncomfortable walking around in a towel with so many gorgeous ladies around me.
Is it a mandatory requirement that one has to wear a towel? Can I wear shorts or can I walk around in the lounge in my casual attire? Are there any clothing guidelines/rules? Or is this simply not done?
-What was the racial mix of males at the club? Were there any Asians/Orientals/Middle-Eastern folks? Or were all the males White/Caucasian?
Thanks!

Great Report Wallstreet. Next trip maybe we can hook up, I live over here, but not in the frankfurt area. Next time you can try another club, Atlantis is currently not considered at the top of the talent list, at least not on the German boards.

If you kiss her or she starts a BJ and you don't stop her you have committed to the half hour. Her, should we go to a room question is just whether you want full sex in the room or here in public. The girls tend to prefer the room.

Paying with a credit card is not a smart move, most clubs add a 10% service charge. You can use your bank card to get cash at any bank machine in Germany. I know you just did it for the entrance price, this is just for others considering.

Men have to go in a towel, some clubs have robes, but casual attire is certainly not allowed. Many worry about this, but if you see how fat some of the other guys are you feel comfortable right away. When you see how many guys walk up to the rooms with a raging hardon that shyness goes away too. If you want to you can wear shorts underneath the towel, I have seen that before, it just makes couch action less realistic.

To the racial mix that also depends on when and where. atlantis currently has much fewer eastern european girls than 6 months ago. there was a raid and all with questionable immagration documents were sent packing. But generally there it is 65% caucasian from Eastern Europe, Germans and sometimes spain, France and Italy, some Turkish girls, some middle eastern, a couple (not too many) Thai girls, Latinas and some Brazilian to black girls. atlantis is good on the racial mix, so is Happy Garden and Wildenrath on most occasions, World is not too good on mix, Oase can be varying, but also mainly european. I like the mix availability, but clubs have trouble gauranteeing that.

Also, in your epilogue you mention Sixt rental car, they are probably the best deal for car rental. all Mercedes including the A Class have navigation system, and usually they have weekend deals around 100€.

Peter

Thanks BKK and Peter

BKK: I believe it is mandatory to wear the towel - every guy was without exception. The makeup of the guys was from mid 20s through 60s, with the majority mid 30s to mid 50s. I only saw two non-caucasians: they were 2 African American males, both servicemen there with their buddies.

Peter: When I plan my next trip I'll give you a heads up. If Atlantis isn't at the top then I want to find out who is.

Wallstreet,

Have been looking forward to reading your report, but my own trip meant I have not had the time, but it is worth the wait. Margot is a big girl and a big sport too, good choice.

One question though, did you arrive at the main Frankfurt airport? It took me less than an hour if I remember rightly on my last trip, I have the directions I took on file, I will mail them to you if you pop over for another weekend!

Had a good few days in LOS met Epi, he is a blast. Am looking forward to the fishing on my return.

WW,

I did arrive at the main airport, but everything that could go wrong went wrong. On my return from Bundigen, however, the ride to the airport took only 40 minutes door-to-door and that included a stop to fill up the tank.

As for Margot, let's just say some of the bruises are now fading. That is one big girl.

Glad your trip is going well, love the hotel you stayed at in Bangkok (already made a reservation for January). I've heard great things about Epi - hope to run into him on one of my trips.

I don't know when my next trip to Germany will be, but as soon as I know, I'll send you and a couiple of other guys the dates. It would be great to have some company the next time.

Good luck fishing,

WS