Tuesday: Departure

Packed and mostly ready to go save for the maps that were still printing out, I called the cab company for a pickup in 40 minutes. That last night is always hectic as I spend the last few days pretending I have 24 hours in a day to prepare. I always stay up all night, or almost all night, to sleep easier on the plane since I don't like artificial assistance. I have cut back on this a little, though, opting to get at least a couple hours of sleep to lessen the stress on my immune system and stay healthy throughout the trip.

I doublecheck my maps and paperwork. I have my AA electronic ticket receipt, Sixt car rental reservation, and a Marriot Courtyard Messe/Priceline receipt in my primary document pouch along with my passport and some cash. In my map folder, I have a map to the hotel on top of a stack of maps to various FKK's.

I used two different sites to generate the maps, Kaleu's FKK List (http://www.kaleus-clubindex.de/kaleu/fkk-en.php) and Map24 (http://www.de.map24.com/?ol=de-en). The maps were full page printouts that were a composition of one large and two smaller maps at different scales. The largest clearly showed the nearby streets while the second and third showed town and relation to major freeways respectively.

I scrambled all my things together when the cab arrived and was soon on my way to the airport. Traffic and travelers were much lighter than I expected, even for a Tuesday. There were no lines outside and no line at the ticket counter. I quickly received my tickets and breezed through the inspection area. I munched on beef jerky while I waited for the 4 hour ride to O'Hare in Chicago. A brief hour long wait and I was soon on the plane to Frankfurt. I whittled the 8 hours away watching CSI videos on my newly purchased personal DVD player and listening to some German language lessons.

Wednesday, Part 1: Dart vs. the Autobahn

The twelve hours of flying and two hours in the airport added to a nine hour time differential put me in Frankfurt close to 11am Wednesday morning. With no check-in luggage, I was quickly past customs and into the lobby where the friends and family of other passengers were waiting. Me...I found a small sign on a nearby wall welcoming me by my handle.



I wanted some euros just in case, so I converted $40 US at a nearby exchange counter. I received about 26 euros which worked out to about .65 to the dollar. The rate probably would have been a little better had I exchanged more money, but probably not as good as the .77 I would later find I could receive in town.

Signs indicated the car rentals were to my left, so I walked in that direction out of the building and followed the curb past two or so buildings. The signs directing me to my destination were not that good, so I had to stop and ask for directions once, but I was soon in the building where all the car rental companies were. I walked past a few other companies and up to the Sixt counter.

The rental process was relatively simple. I had previously made my reservation online at Sixt (http://www.sixtusa.com/). I selected the class which included the Mercedes Benz A-Klass since the fine print indicated that it was the least expensive option to guarantee a navigation system. The base rate was $250 US for the week but did not include taxes. I also selected all insurance options and knew there would be an additional fee for airport pickup, although I did not get specifics on how much.

All I needed for the rental was my driver's license and credit card, maybe my passport too, I don't recall. They ended up letting me choose from a group of vehicles indicating that the Renault Megane had the navigation system I wanted. In retrospect it appears to be a lower class than I requested and paid for, but it had the navigation system and I didn't know the difference so that's what I chose. The key was a rectangular electronic key with three buttons, two to lock and unlock the vehicle and one for the trunk.

The Sixt cars were on the 5th floor, so I rode the elevator up and walked to the spot designated on my reciept. I did a brief exterior inspection before entering the vehicle. I didn't see the navigation system at first, but I assumed (correctly) that it was in the car somewhere. I was excited to be on my way and had my hotel map, though, so I didn't bother to find it and figure it out. All I had to do was find the A5 and head north to where it intersected with the A648. I could then take a nearby exit and find Oeserstrasse. The Courtyard Marrior Messe would be a short distance to the southwest of the intersection on Oeserstrasse.

Getting to the autobahn (freeway) seemed simple enough as I just followed the signs directing me towards Frankfurt, but I was soon on the autobahn with no idea of which one I was actually on, just the belief that I was headed in the right direction. Part of the problem was due to the design of the signs with no indication of the N-S-E-W directions I am accustomed to and the autobahn identifier in small print at the bottom of the sign as opposed to the huge red and blue badge like here in the US. Signs listed towns in groups of four in reverse chronological order with the farthest town appearing first. This is the opposite of what we are used to here in the US where nearest exits are listed first.

What really screwed me up, though, and what I wasn't expecting were the infrequency of exits and the general distance between the autobahn and city streets. Besides the roads, signs, and other cars, modern life seemed far removed from the freeway. Buildings could be seen in the distance, but for the most part I soon discovered I would rarely see a gas station, restaurant, or other places I could stop that was clearly visible or easily reached from my location on the autobahn.

I quickly became concerned and realized I had to stop somewhere to get my bearings and perhaps figure out the navigation system. I was soon annoyed as I had difficulty finding an exit. I took a couple at random, but they turned out to be junctions to other autobahns. Finally I found one and pulled over lost in a small town.

The navigation display screen turned out to be at the top center of the dashboard. It was the small display that showed the time and radio station, I had initially thought I'd be getting some big 4-5 inch color screen like on the higher-end GPS systems. The control buttons were to the right of the radio controls. A button labeled "Nav" put the display into navigation mode, but the instructions were in German. I decided to fiddle anyways, hoping I could figure it out on my own. The only thing I could read on the first screen was "OK". There was another option labeled "Sprecht" which I foolishly assumed meant "Cancel". I used the rotary dial to select "OK" and spent the next 15 minutes pushing and turning but making no progress.

A pedestrian walked by and knocked on my window to offer his assistance. Fortunately he spoke decent English. I showed him my Courtyard map and he gave me what seemed to be relatively simple directions to follow. I thanked him and was on my way again.

Of course, I ended up lost. I drove around for a while unable to find a freeway entrance nor signs or other indications of the road the guy described. I soon pulled over to a gas station where I purchased a detailed map for a few bucks and asked for help from the guy at the counter. He showed me where I was and where I had to go. Armed with the detailed map, I figured I would soon be at the hotel.

At 3:30pm, roughly three hours later, I would pull into the back parking lot of my hotel, my voice hoarse from screaming at the fucked up road design that confounded me for hours while fantasies involving German road planners and an aluminum bat raced through my head.

The drive had seemed surreal, when I was on the autobahn I had trouble finding exits and when I was in town I had trouble finding the autobahn. Long ass names of streets and what seemed like an endless number of small towns also made things more confusing. The belief that I would spot the road I was looking for within the next 15 minutes stretched into hours. I kept forgetting that there was no N-S nor E-W indicators at junctions, and not being familiar with the names of all the towns listed on the signs just seemed to make me choose to drive in the wrong direction. Even attempting to drive bit by bit to my destination was difficult with small roads and seemingly few places to stop without blocking traffic. I'm not even sure how exactly I found my destination, but I eventually did.

The anger quickly dissapated as I entered the hotel. I considered the positive side of all the driving around that I did. I had identified some major differences between driving in Germany and driving at home and was better accustomed to roads and finally had a decent understanding in my head of the surrounding areas. Particularly helpful was the discovery of an iCafe just down the street from where I was staying.

Check-in was simple as I had already paid for and reserved two nights through Priceline. I was able to secure an excellent rate of $40 US per night. ($52 after taxes) I converted $200 US into euros at the front desk for .72/1 (144 euros) before heading upstairs where I took pictures of the room. The quality and decor seemed nice, but the shower was tiny and the toilet seemed really cheap with a low water level and it didn't flush well.




At least the water was hot. After a quick shower, I gathered my FKK maps and preliminary notes and starting planning my first night on the town.

I hope the ATM's give better rates when I go because those rates suck!

And oh my freaking goodness. That is the smallest shower I have ever seen before in my life!

I also like the "box on wheel" cars they seem to have. I reserved an A-Klasse as well, but man the A-Klasse and the Megane are both UGLY cars.

Actually, I just realized that the photo is a little misleading. The shower is inset into the wall, so it's actually about twice as big as it appears in the photo, but that's still small.

I hardly saw any ATMs outside of the main tourist areas, so I suggest keeping at least a day or two backup cash just in case. More on that later...

Hilarious autobahn episode Dart, however, you never mention how fast you were driving.

Since I was a kid, I've always dreamed about going to Germany just to rent a high-end Benz and fly all over Germany doing 150 mph. Better yet, I can imagine doing 150 mph on my way to a FKK.

Speaking of which, when will we be privy to some FKK reportage? I'm interested in your take on them.

I drove conservatively the first day, still getting used to the road system.

Funny thing...I never took a moment to really think about what autobahn meant or about driving around in Germany aside from securing the rental and preparing the maps. In the back of my mind, though, I thought the AUTOBAHN was going to be this huge deal...perhaps there would be specially treated light-grey concrete divided by sharply painted black lanes in the midst of vast stretches of desert preceded by a grandiose sign at the entrance announcing DER AUTOBAHN!.

They turned out to be freeways with the speed limit signs missing. I don't even think I realized I had been driving on autobahns until Day 2.

First FKK report coming very soon...

D'Art,

Execellent start to what what promises to be a valuable field report!


At Sixt, they upgraded me to what is the 320 in the states for free. However, I think my bmw330 got a lot more pep than the benz.

Glad to see you figured out the nav quicker than me -- it is indespensible

-dm

Studies have shown we men instinctively wont ask for help when lost.

Very detail report. What does the word "Sprecht" mean and how did you manage to remember it for this report?

Also, why not just take a taxi from the airport to the hotel and avoid driving?

Looking forward to the rest of your report

Andres,

hmmm cuz the fkk's aren't in the hotel ?

Well if I remember my childhood German classes right, I believe "sprecht" is to speak, talk, or phrase a statement. Something like that.

My guess is it was an option to change the language from German to, maybe, English??

Wednesday, Part 2: In the Distance...an Oase

As I sat on the bed with map printers scattered about, I contempted my options to make the most of my short six day visit. I knew that at a minimum I wanted to hit the three major FKKs of Atlantis, Oase, and World and that they would deserve a day dedicated to each. My biggest decision would be whether or not to head to the Dusseldorf/Koln area to check out places like Babylon, Planet Happy Garden, and Wildenrath which were supposed to be better than the smaller FKKs near Frankfurt. If I did go, it would be a 3.5-4 hour drive each way. I decided to postpone this decision for now, so I set those maps aside.

Atlantis was a no-go because this popular FKK had been shut down for months and the re-opening wasn't until the next day. In reviewing the overview map (Overview map posted in this topic), I saw that Oase was closer than World and I still hadn't figured out the navigation system, so I set the Oase and overview maps at the top of the pile. I brought the papers with me to the car and headed west to the iCafe I discovered earlier on Werner-Bockelmann Strasse. I got online for an hour reading news and brushing up on any details I might need to know regarding Oase. (Frankfurt Area - FKK Oase in Ober-Erlenbach, click for a map I added and comments on finding this place more easily)

After leaving the iCafe I unsuccessfully fiddled with the navigation system, then backtracked past the Marriot Courtyard in search of an A5 exit leading north. As the link shows, the hotel is right next to two major autobahns of A5 and A648, but the onramps were nowhere in plain sight and I didn't see any signs indicating which direction to go from Oeserstrass. I ended up driving a good distance to the east where I happened across an A648 sign which I ended up passing and having to make a U-turn because of a very confusing roundabout. I then correctly chose the onramps leading to the A648 and then the A5, but it still ended up costing me 30 minutes for what I would later discover was only 5 minutes away.

I followed A5 to the Bad Homburg exit, then followed signs towards Bad Homburg or Ober-Erlenbacher whenever I could. There were more turns than suggested by the instructions I had, but the signs were clearly marked so it wasn't that bad. At one point I made an incorrect turn towards Ober-[something else], but I soon realized my mistake and made it back to the road where I continued on and found the final Ober-Erlenbacher sign which would put me on Homburger Strass.

The instructions printed on my map told me to turn at a 3rd light, then turn left when you see the AZB garage and gas station. This was misleading and got me lost for another half hour driving down a long road and a few side roads when I made a left immediately after the gas station.

What actually happens is that you'll see the ARAL gas station first, then make a left at the light (presumably the 3rd) and go straight until you see the AZB garage where you make another left. Once I got to this point, I just continued straight past the Seat car dealership and down a long and very narror road leading to the FKK Oase on the left. The parking security officer in the booth followed me with his eyes as I drove in and pulled into an open space in the mostly full lot. A couple girls were in a car in the road waiting on a third girl running up for them to leave. None of them were very impressive.

I continued on down a winding path past a tennis court and a second parking lot before coming to the entrance where I saw a couple of guys get buzzed in the door. A nearby sign had illustrations of cameras with red lines drawn through with the declaration that recordings were prohibited. I pressed a button at the entrance and walked through the unlocked door to the small lobby. To my right I could immediately see two tall blonds (fake) that appeared worthy of my money. The receptionist greeted me in German but spoke fluent English. Although I was already familiar with the protocol, I confirmed that it was my first visit and listened to the newbie speech. Entrance was 65 euros, $90 US at the exchange rate I got from the hotel. Sessions were 50 euros or $69 US. I wasn't interested in paying double rate for CIM or anal. They accepted credit for entry, but with a 10% additional fee.

On Wednesdays they have a promotion where you get a chance at rolling double sixes for free entry, but I rolled a seven. I paid my cover and was given two wristbands, one of them tightly attached to identify I had paid and the other removable with the keys to my lockers. The receptions called over a moderately attractive but overweight blond that spoke fluent English to give me a tour. The bar was facing the entrance with several lounge areas leading to the left. A small dance stage with pole were in the second room and the third was a darkened movie room. Small mini-lockers were located opposite the bar next to the door to reception. Past the mini lockers were various paths leading to bedrooms and a professional masseuse. Stairs led down to the changing room and a final path led to a dining area with a nearby pool and jacuzzi. Couches and televisions playing porn were scattered all thoughout the interior. Outside past the pool were a couple of sauna rooms and another jacuzzi located in a large outdoor area. Supposedly there areas are a lot more popular in the daytime and when it's warmer, but there were few people that would venture out at night and at this time of year. A map of the interior is located in the Oase topic reference earlier.

After the tour I walked downstairs to the changing room to disrobe into a towel. Supposedly robes were available, but none of the guys were wearing them. The area was similar to the locker room setups in Brazil termas, but a little less nice. An attendant was only occasionally present to pick up stray slippers and towels. The grooming counter had a hair dryer and brush, but nothing else. A few showers in the back had hot water and there were adjacent bathroom facilities. After showering, I returned upstairs to place my wallet in a mini locker and started to prowl.

It's been some time since I've been to a Brazil terma, but my impression was that the talent level was somewhat close, perhaps a bit lower in this FKK than at a worthy Rio counterpart. In retrospect I think it would be more noticably lower for one more recently in Brazil. The average age range was at least a few years older and there wasn't the high average of tightness you see in garotas. I immediately missed the incredible bundas of Brazil, but the new variety of European features were welcome and the bodies were still much better than average for my normal hangouts in Tijuana, Mexico. I easily noticed that there were no indications of liposuction and few signs of breast enhancement which is unusually common in my TJ hunting grounds (85%+). These beauties were for the most part all natural.

I spent the next couple hours evaluating the talent and making sure there were no drop dead stunners that I might miss because they were with clients. I'll note now that on this evening I didn't find any for which I would attribute stunner status. I think this is more easily found in Rio and Sao Paolo in Brazil, or even TJ if evaluating on facial features ONLY.

The first couple of girls that would call me over were a pair of friends, Nicki (Vicky?) from Bulgaria and Betty from Greece. Both spoke English and were somewhat tempting. Nicki had small tits but an otherwise smoking body and fairly attractive face while Betty had a really cute look but was slightly overweight. I talked with them for a bit before continuing to explore.

Two of the initial girls I saw at the entrance really hot blond beach bunny tan looks from a distance, but had less attractive faces up close. I forget the German girl's name, but the one from Poland was named Sharon. Sharon had one of the best bodies in the entire FKK, but her teeth weren't so great and didn't look as nice from certain angles. The German girl was certainly doable, but had somewhat of a square jaw which made her appear very slightly masculine. I spoke with them shortly but declined the offers.

I met an attractive Japanese/Moroccon mix named Louisa. She had an uniquely attractive face but a decent sized stomach. Another girl that would leave a lasting impression on me was a Russian named Alina. Alina was tall with very short brown hair and a nice tan. She had a nice figure but not super-tight and looked only moderate attractive from a profile angle. A direct look and smile from Alina would hit me pretty hard, though, but I still declined to see more talent.

The most aggressive girl was an older blond from Estonia named Kitty. She would invite me to be with her throughout the night despite my repeated declines.

Of all the options thus far, Alina seemed the best but was still not quite the stunner I wanted for my first night. I also rarely saw Alina after talking to her briefly the first time. She would turn out to be a very busy girl.

My first session would turn out to be a girl named Agnes from Poland. Her face was cute but nothing special, but she had a really tight body. I ended up sitting next to her because she probably had the best body, slightly better than Sharon but a little cuter in the face with nice teeth. I sat near her and beckoned her over after she gave a few smiles. We chatted for a bit which led to a little face caressing and then light kisses. Next thing I know she's giving me a wonderful BBBJ in the open on our couch. It had been a good amount of time since I had received a BBBJ of this quality and spent a good 5 or 10 minutes in pleasant extascy before she stopped and we headed to one of the rooms.

Agnes and I open-mouth kissed, but not really DFK which would be common for most of the rest of my trip. She continued to give me more of an erotic BBBJ before we cycled through several positions on the large bed in our mirrored room. We probably took up a good 40 minutes before I allowed myself to cum. We layed on the bed for a bit before cleaning up and returning to the mini lockers where I gave Agnes 50 euros and she gave me a last kiss.

I walked over to the dining area to get some food, but it was mostly gone save for some bread and macaroni in what tasted like nothing but a light amount of olive oil. I ate a little bit and drank more water before continuing to wandering around to look for my next target.

An hour of so later a cute Russian named Nelly would approach me and strongly compliment my looks. She reminded me A LOT of the famous Vanessa of Solarium in Rio except without the Brazilian Bunda and with a lighter skin tone. In fact, whenever I thought about her (even now in fact) my inclination is to think of her as "Vanessa" instead of Nelly. I didn't get a picture of Nelly, but to me she looks a lot like Vanessa does in this photo.
Photos: Rio's Vanessa

Nelly wasn't as pretty as some of the others, but she won me over with her personality and talked me into sitting with her in the kino (movie area) "just to talk". The talk led to kissing and then to a BBBJ, of course, so after about 15 minutes in kino we got ourselves a room.

I was tempted earlier to DATY Agnes but didn't, but decided to dive down this time. Nelly's response was very positive and we had a nice long session full of DFK, oral, 69, and various positions. Afterwards we walked back to the mini locker where I was relieved of another 50 euros.

I didn't have enough for another session and wanted to pace myself anyways for budget reasons, but I continued to hang out since there was nothing else to do for the evening. Nelly seemed to take a genuine interest in me so we hung out occasionally when she was not working. As the night continued on we both got hungry and ordered some food from a delivery service that regularly brings food to the girls. We both ordered personal size pizzas.

The food arrived 30 minutes later, but I had to wait another 15 while Nelly finished up with a client. After eating, I said goodbye to Nelly and made several more laps before heading downstairs to change back into my clothes. My shirt was in the way so I tossed it on top of the locker where it continued to slide and fell into a space I just discovered existed between the lockers and the back wall. Not wanting to lose my shirt nor borrow someone elses, I grabbed a nearby broom and climbed on top of the six foot high lockers to fish for my shirt out of an impressive pile of other lost shirts left behind by other guys. After 10 minutes of fishing, I was finally able to pull it out.

Fully dressed, I walked back upstairs where I bid farewell to several of the ladies I had met then walked to the reception desk to turn in the keys and have my wristband removed. I got buzzed and returned to my car to begin my long journey back to the Marriot Courtyard.

I tried to backtrack, but I thought I made a wrong turn so I made a U. Ten minutes later I ended up in another small town where I could not find an autobahn onramp and made another U. The profanities started streaming out again as I loudly complained why these things were so hard to find. I was on my way back towards Oase when I realized what I forget to do at Oase...grab my wallet from the mini-locker...

The verbal abuse continued...half directed at the roads and half directed at myself as I raced back to Oase. Getting back there wasn't too bad and was quickly in and out, giving another goodbye kiss to Nelly who was sitting at the bar when I returned. I left again following the initial path I had taken until I found signs leading back to Frankfurt, although they were for the A661 instead of the A5.

I spent approimately the next hour following signs to Frankfurt then Messe, stopping occasionally to consult my map and cussing the whole time. I finally figured out where I was and parked in front of the hotel, relieved that I successfully completed the first day. I had spent a LOT of time very angry, but quickly calmed down as I thought about the excellent sessions I had at Oase and wondering if I'd return or find places better. In my room I cleaned myself up and hit the bed where I quickly fell asleep after an eventful first day.

Interesting driving habits Dart. And to think I get pissed when a Rio cabbie takes me an extra block or two out of the way, or I have to walk an extra block just to get laid.

I'll second the comments about the driving. It seems every detailed report on the clubs around Frankfurt mentions 2 problems. The first is trying to figure out how the rental car navigation system works. And the second is actually getting to the clubs without having to drive around in circles for hours on end. There are several excellent guides for both Rio and Buenos Aires. It's too bad someone doesn't do a very detailed description of how to get to these clubs.

A final question. How come no one ever gets instructions on how to work the navigational systems when they rent the car? Is this like the joke about how men never ask for directions?

Hey! What the fuck are you doing over there? The AB need an updated roll call! (Just kidding) But why Germany? I always thought you were a Latina lover.

As always, great report from you. But D'art, do me a favor, is there any way you can sneak a quick photo of this overweight girl Betty from Greece you met? I realize you said cameras aren't permitted, but I'm sitting here at my monitor in frustration wondering what I'm missing.

Can't wait for the rest of the report.

Good work.

Master Bates.

MB

Rent the movie "My Big, Fat Greek Wedding" and just imagine all the women in that movie without clothes...

E

I've seen it, I am totally in love with that big girl in the movie, can't think of her name. Oh, BTW Epi, nice pics.

Thursday: Atlantis Resurfaced

I stayed up late, got lost late, and got back late, but due to the time differential I woke up relatively early. I very rarely have the opportunity to take advantage of complimentary hotel breakfasts, but I still had at least an hour so I headed downstairs to see what was available. The breakfast buffet I found was very impressive, though less full than it would have been had I arrived early. I still had a wide assortment of breakfast items including eggs, bacon, sausages, fruits, cereals, and much more to choose from. I pounded the food and gulped down glasses of juice and a coffee before returning upstairs to plan the current day.

The big question was still regarding Dusseldorf, whether I would make the 3.5 hour drive to visit the major FKKs in that area or do a more thorough exploration of the Frankfurt area. I only had six days in total so I had to make a decision very soon.

My other decision was whether or not to visit Atlantis today. Prior to being closed down for legal reasons, Atlantis was one of the most popular FKKs in the Frankfurt Area. After months of being shut down, a grand re-opening party would coincide with my second day in Germany. I was encouraged to report on this grand re-opening party, but my logical analysis dictated that it would be a bad time to visit for my personal needs. I deduced that the extended closure would have trimmed the ranks of the popular girls working the FKK, and that many of them may have found other working environments better suited to their personal needs, be it location, working environment, or any number of other possibilities that would prevent them from returning to Atlantis. It was also possible that many of these girls would wait-and-see, hesitant to return until Atlantis had re-established it's base of loyal customers. From the guys' perspective, especially locals, I anticipated that many of them would not put much thought into it. They would not want to miss the BIG EVENT and assume that staff levels would be equivalent, if not inflated for the GRAND RE-OPENING.

Despite the logical conclusion that it would be a bad idea, I decided that Atlantis' re-opening was at the least a SIGNIFICANT event and that I would be there to cover it. My expectations were down, but nothing would keep me from leaving if it was too bad. At worst, I would be out $90 US but could tell everyone what Atlantis was like.

I drove over to the iCafe for some reading and research. I double-checked my map and directions and skimmed over reports on the Dusseldorf area. I got my daily dose of political news and read all my email. When I was done, I stopped by the market next door to buy some snacks, then returned to the hotel for some rest before my trip to Atlantis.

Around 4pm I was in my car and ready to go with my detailed street map unfolded and my overview and Atlantis maps within easy reach. For the most part, Atlantis appeared as though it would be easier to find than Oase, plus I gained a little confidence from driving around so much the previous day. The only problem was that the instructions I had appeared more geared towards someone starting further south such as from the airport. From my current location, I would need to drive a significant distance southeast while my destination was northeast. (See Overview Map posted 10/17/04)

A more direct route was available by taking the A66 East to the A45 North instead of the A3 East. The only hiccup would be that the A66 was interrupted by city streets and that I would have to make several turns to connect to the part of A66 that connected with A45. Part of this route involved a street I had spent some time lost on the previous day, so I was mildy familiar with part of the area. With a whiff of confidence, I set off on the alternative route to save gas and time.

My trip started off smoothly as I drove down one of the major streets I was familiar with, although I was slightly uncomfortable with the narrow lines and streetcar rails dividing the opposite directions. There was no physical barrier to separate the rails from the car lanes and passing and turn lanes crossed over the rails. The complexity of the road and potential for an accident between cars and streetcar due to confusion or a blindspot seemed much greater than on any roads I have seen in the states. I continued down the road until making a turn that would lead me into downtown Frankfurt.

At this point the complexity of the streets compounded as I entered a wider street with more lanes, branching streetcar rails, and stoplights that seemed to be almost haphazardly placed. I also came to the realization of a major difference in the placement of stoplights that I found particularly annoying. Unlike the lights we're accustomed to in the US, most (if not all, I don't remember) of the stoplights in Germany were located BEFORE the intersection rather than AFTER the intersection. I would often pull up too close to the intersection as most cars seemed to and end up having to lean forward and look up or to the right to see the light change. It was often uncomfortable, especially with lights that seemed much slower to change than at home.

At some point where one of my turns was unclear due to the odd intersection of streets, I made a wrong turn and completely lost my location on the map. Narrow roads and one way roads with no place to stop, along with an increased number of cars as people were getting off work, prevented me from getting my bearings and led me off in random directions, unable to backtrack and with no signs pointing to streets, town names, or autobahns that I recognized. As I approached the middle of a very long one-way road I had turned down, the profanities started streaming out again. I ended up pulling over in an area outside of downtown, but still had trouble determining where I was. I wandered a bit more on the road until I finally found signs leading me back towards Frankfurt. Eventually, I managed to find my way to the A5 where I headed South to the A3. I wasted almost an hour and some gas, but I was relieved to be back on track.

The autobahn portion for the longer route was simple enough for the most part, although I did become concerned for a bit when I was on the A3 a little longer than I expected to be. Backtracking for a missed autobahn exit was a dreadful task, but fortunately I soon saw the A45 connection I was looking for. Now heading North on the A5, I knew the more challenging part of my trip was behind me.

I exited on the clearly marked Altenstadt exit and headed towards the towncenter where I made a left at the roundabout. After a mile or so, I spotted the REWE supermarket on the right and made a left at the nearby stoplight. This road would continue for a ways before curving around and becoming Siemensstrasse where Atlantis was located. It should be noted that part of this street is interrupted by an odd intersection and offset to the left, so it appears like a small roundabout that might lead to a different street in the same direction, but it's still Siemenstrasse. Atlantis was on the left side as I headed South. I pulled into the lot and grabbed the only open space from a car that was just leaving.

In addition to the lot being full, the nearby streets appeared full with parked cars. As I walked towards the entrance gate a small group of guys were getting buzzed in. I spotted other groups of guys in the distance approaching. i knew it was going to be a swordfest inside.

I stood in a small line to pay the cover fee and looked towards the club entrance to see a group of men in towels looking back out into the reception area and preventing me from seeing past them. When I paid my cover of 65 euros I got a similar spiel at Oase. The pricing structure was exactly the same with sessions at 50 euros. I wasn't offered a tour, so I just entered the locker room to the right of the entrance where I stripped down to my underwear. I then noticed that I didn't have a towel and that there wasn't one in the locker. A single towel was resting on top of a closed locker, so after looking around to see if it had an owner, I grabbed it and slipped back around the corner to my own locker. As I walked out the door I noticed the towels stacked on shelves to my left. I grabbed one and returned it to place where I found the one I had taken.

I'll fast-forward through my exploration to establish the layout of the club. From the entrance the reception desk is located on the left with the locker room to its immediate right. A path to some upstairs rooms are located to the right of the entrance. Across from the locker room is a path to the a dining area and kitchen which curves around to the right past some gym equipment before leading to additional dining tables and a room where they set up the buffet.

Back at the locker room, there are mini lockers located to the immediate left and a part of the room to the left where the room narrows and there are mini-lockers on both sides. (The ones on the right are for the girls as a receptionist came over to point out when I tried to open one a girls locker because we had the same number). The path straight ahead leads into the main area of the club with the bar on the immediate left. A large circular seating area is on the right opposite the bar with a large pool visible ahead and to the right. A whirlpool is located on a raised level to the left of the pool and another whirlpool can be found hidden behind some couches and wall dividers to the left of the first. Additional seats, saunas, and small cabins are also back here. To the right of the pool and past the circular seating area are some couches with the professional masseuse and table located in the center. Restrooms are located on a wall to the right. Past the massage table is a door leading outside where you can enter other building which I believe had more cabins. I'm uncertain as I didn't enter them.

Rewind and I'm back having trouble with my key until a reception directs me to the guy's mini-lockers. I put my wallet away and walk past the guys crowded at the entrance into the main lounge area which appears very large and nice for the facilities, but filled with far too many guys. I quickly spot a few attractive girls and others scattered about here and there, but my estimate for guy to girl ratio was about 8 to 1.

As I wander Atlantis I spot two familiar faces from the previous night. The aggressive Kitty from Estonia asks me if I'm going to come to my senses and choose her for this evening. Sharon from Poland still has the slightly messed up teeth, but is probably the most popular girl having the best body around.

I spoted my first asian girl working Germany in Atlantis. Mai from Bangkok, Thailand had the best spinner body and a pretty face, but she was less attractive than what I would normally choose in Thailand and more expensive because we were in Germany. I spent some time talking to her when she wasn't busy, but my plan was to only do European girls on this trip.

I spent a lot of time waiting and reviewing the potential talent of Atlantis. It was tough because guys would often congregate towards the entrance or even walk into the reception area to immediate grab girls as they completed their previous session. I could see many were getting frustrated with different guys starting to rotate towards the door as it got later and more packed with guys approaching a 10 to 1 ratio.

The peak of business seemed to be from about 7pm to 9pm when relatively few girls could be seen in the lounge. Mai was now a consideration with it being so difficult to find an available girl. Watching Sharon take guys onto the couches and sensually grind on their laps was a turn on, but unlike the previous night when she seemed to get little business, her stream of customers at a crowded Atlantis was almost constant. An attractive Italian girl seemed tasty but was just shy of being attractive enough to be a sure thing(still looking for the stunners). The Italian's tall tattooed friend was also a consideration, but I was more skeptical of her attitude and her appearance was only great at certain angles. Kitty occasionally approached me in between her sessions to ask when I was going to take her.

There was a brunette with a very nice body, but I didn't think much of her face at first until she approached. From a distance she looked somewhat hardcore with fair skin and heavy, high contrast eye makeup. She reminded me of Fairuza Balk when she played one of the witches in The Craft. She introduced herself as Arabella from Bulgaria. I liked her better up close and her personality was tempting. The lack of options also may have had something to do with it. I agreed I wanted to be with her, so she led me by the hand to the left of visible jacuzzi into a small open room. I looked around briefly, it was clean and comfortable, but much smaller than I expected a place like Atlantis would have.



After she closed the door she rushed over to stick her tongue down my throat. She pushed me back onto the bed as she pulled off my towel. We exchanged kisses over each others bodies until I pushed her back and worked my mouth towards the inner creases of her legs. I could feel her growing excitingly anxious as I teased my tongue around her lower lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her grasp the sheets as my tongue finally entered her. I think it was at this point that I decided to DATY the rest of the trip and work the theme into the title of my report...d'Achtung, baby! It's a play on the title of U2's album "Achtung, baby" (achtung=attention) and sounds kind of like Dart's tongue...ok it's kind of stupid but amused me at the time.

Arabella returned the favor with an intense BBBJ. After a good 10 minutes or so of that, she slipped on a condom and we went at it on the bed pretty hard, knocking it against the wall like a steady drumbeat for the entertainment of anyone sitting nearby outside. After we finished up, Arabella followed me to the mini-locker where I gave her 50 euros.

Kitty saw me walking by with her and would later comment that she can't believe I'm picking ugly girls instead of her. In my head I thought, "she's better looking than you", but I simply shrugged my shoulders. She walked away in frustration.

I decided to get some food, so I walked to the buffet area where I grabbed a plate and filled it with an assortment of pork slices, sausages, and other slices of meat. The pork slices also had fragments of "parts", which parts I don't know, but after tasting some, I certainly did not want to ask. I also got a spoonful of marcaroni salad. Rice or noodles would have been nice to mix in with the meats and gravy, but none was available. They did have bread slices and large, fresh pretzels that were very popular. Actually the sausages were probably the most popular item. They appeared to be boiled in a large steel container and were lighter in color than most sausages. They tasted better than hot dogs, but I wasn't too impressed with them given their popularity.

I spent the next few hours debating whether I should leave or choose another girl. It was early enough to leave, but I was stretching my budget as it was. I ended up just watching girls briefly appear then disappear as guys continued to arrive. I'm not sure if many of the guys got laid, but eventually the ranks customers thinned down a little, but I still hesitated as I agonized over a second choice. I ended deciding on the Italian's tall friend as a first choice, but some young stud that she seemed to really like appeared and she ended up spending a lot of time with him, both before and after they went to the room. The Italian was my second choice, especially after I saw her giving a BBBJ to another guy. An attractive blond appeared, but I never got a chance to talk to her as she was lined up for when she was not talking to a male friend of hers. A tall Amazon tattoed girl was doable, but she looked kind of angry. I spoke with Sharon briefly since she was so popular and had a nice body, but I wasn't sold on her personality. Some others were around that I hadn't described and some more showed up, but I wasn't very attracted to any of them. Kitty approached me again and told me how she was frustrated because she really liked my "unique" look but that I wouldn't choose her, then she walked off again.

The tall girl appeared free so I tried to call her over, but then her "boyfriend" showed up again and she wanted to hang out with him. They walked off and it appeared that he was taking her out of the club. Finally, I decided on the Italian when she appeared free for more than a few minutes, so I called her over and we walked to one of the few empty couches. Ornella and I spoke for a short while before she asked if I would be taking her to a room. I told her I would shortly, and with that confirmation she began slowly kissing down my chest before taking Dart Jr. into her mouth. She gave a very nice BBBJ for about 10 minutes, then asked if I was ready. We then walked out past the reception to a stairway leading to rooms upstairs.

The room we entered was much larger and nicer than the tiny cabin I was in with Arabella. Otherwise our session was very similar, with DFK, DATY, BBBJ, and a few position rotations encompassing about 45 minutes total. As I finished up with Ornella I was thinking about how I was really liking the sex portion of Germany (I didn't forget I hated the roads), going 4 for 4 on a full range of enthusiastic services.

I spent a little more time in Atlantis watching the girls and eating more food. The buffet was still going at a late hour, unlike Oase which ended early, although the buffet might have been better and longer than normal because of the "re-opening party". I ended up talking to Kitty and Mai again briefly before getting dressed and leaving. In my car I wrote down a few notes before starting it up and heading out. Backtracking to the A45 was an easy task.

As I headed south on A45, I debated whether I should try getting back to the hotel from the A66. For one thing I was well familiar with where I wanted to end up (Frankfurt Meese), plus I thought empty streets and coming from the opposite direction might make it easier to find my way.

I was soon hurling profane insults again as I drove in a small circle down a familiar autobahn. I sped up as my patience wore thin.

80!!!

What was that? Did that speed limit sign just flash at me? I glanced at the spedometer to see I was driving 130 (km) and started slowing down. Below the speed limit sign had been a round enclosure, presumably containing a camera. I recalled reading from my Fodor's Guide that the autobahns aren't patrolled, they catch speeders with hidden cameras and that careless renters might expect highly inflated bills if the rental car is identified as speeding from one of the cameras. FUCK!

I eased up on the gas pedal for the rest of the night and wandered a bit more until I found my location on the map and traced my way back to the hotel. I ended up going to bed a little concerned about the financial impact of this night on my trip, but decided to try not and worry about it too much because I'd just have to wait and see at this point anyways. Besides, the sex was kicking ass even if I wasn't getting any photos.

Dart,

Don't mean to be an ass, but you could have gone back to any Sixt agency, whether airport or trainstation or anywhere else and had them explain the Navigation system to you. The Sprechen you had was probably "Sprache" which means language and with that function you could have switched it to english. I have driven virtually every rental out there, and the one on Renault is the same on in the S Class of mercedes. None have the large maps anymore, they just let you know what each move to make is. Oase is tough to find, even with navigation, but Atlantis is pretty easy. sorry to hear about getting caught speeding, but a lot of those run out of film. Often you don't get anything in the way of a bill.

You are a little incorrectly informed about how far it is between Düsseldorf and Frankfurt. door to door 240km, that is more like 2-3 hours, even if you are doing the math to Wildenrath.

Your method of exchanging cash is also a great way to throw money out the window. ATM's are plentiful and give the best exchange rate. Dollar is dropping again, so Xenono, sorry it isn't looking good. Downtowns you will find Citibank, Deutsche Bank, Commerzbank, Dresdner, and some others. In the small towns look for Red signs saying "Sparkasse" those are like communal banks.

Surprised as hell to see a Faruiza Balk picture as I grew up with her. Didn't want to f*ck her back then, but I'd drop a bone in her now.

To others, photos are completely impossible in clubs. the girls will not do it, period, and if you try you WILL get thrown out by some big guys.

If we drop the Take your own picture rule I can post some pics of girls I have slept with extensively which are on the home pages of the clubs. The thing is the girls come and go out of different clubs. Check out the Germany FKK section where I have posted some pictures of girls from Wildenrath and some other clubs.

Regarding your speeding ticket, they pull off 10% tolerance, that means you are down to 117, that means worst case about a 100€ fine, nothing more. Don't worry too much about it.

Hope that there is more to follow, but glad to hear that a Rio fan is enjoying the variety on offer in Germany. You should have tried to contact me, I might have been able to help.

Peter

Here are some of my favourite girls:

Wildenrath:

Dominika

22 Y/O German of Polish Descent. Best English of any FKK girl as she has had mostly British Boyfreinds in the last 2 years. She studies at the moment, and has taken a break from the job for a while due to health reasons and because she was doing poorly in school. Best girl I know. I will put my favourite 3 pictures of her up.




Lucy ex World now some private club.

23y/o polish. in 2003 was voted the #2 prostitute in Germany on a German board. Excellent service, has put on some weight in the meantime





Anna from Tropicana in Düsseldorf.

23 y/o Cuban top girl, tonnes of latina passion. also all 3 of these girls offer anal.

These pictures are all from the home pages. If they violate forum rules take them off. But I guarantee that I have slept with each of these girls. Dominika like 20 times, Lucy 3 times, Anna 10 times.

Since it is 100% impossible to take your own pictures in germany I think this sort of thing should be allowed.

All:

I learned a few things during this trip and I'm mostly posting the details of this report from a perspective of what I knew at the time. More on the navigation is coming with the upcoming chapter.

Peter:
The time estimate was what was provided to me by Map24 between my hotel and PHG if I recall correctly. I assumed that this was probably higher than it would actually be, but just reported it as given. Thanks for the clarification on how long it actually takes.

Friday: It's a Large World After All...

I woke up a little later than the previous day, just barely in time for what I thought were breakfast hours so I quickly made it downstairs where I had another sample of the fine buffet. Today was my checkout day since I hadn't yet decided yet on Dusseldorf nor scheduled my hotel stay accordingly. I assumed as a worst case scenario I could search for an inexpensive bed & breakfast. In fact, I had the name and address of one near FKK World in Polheim where I was originally planning to stay, but they never answered my email reservation request and I couldn't get through by phone.

Given my driving experiences of the prior two days, the thought of changing to a different hotel and going through the acclimation process of driving in a new area was not very encouraging. I was leaning more towards spending my entire time in Frankfurt to more thoroughly cover the area. As far as providing a report more useful to others, I also figured that most people would more likely be limited to Frankfurt and might want to know more about some of the smaller FKKs nearby. Besides, Peter29 had done a pretty good job of reviewing the FKKs near Dusseldorf.

Before returning upstairs, I stopped by the front desk to ask about the rate if I chose to stay another night. I was quoted 80 euros, equivalent to $102 US. This was double the rate I had secured through Priceline, so I decided to hit the iCafe to try to get the same rate, hopefully at the same hotel.

After grabbing some paperwork from the room, I jumped in the car and stopped at the Shell station just down the street before the iCafe. My two long driving days had siphoned half the tank, and given the frequency with which I was getting lost, I didn't want to take any chances of running low on fuel, especially at night when many of the gas stations in town are closed. Just filling half the tank set me back 30 euros or $38 US.

I discovered that same day reservations couldn't be made by Priceline, so I did some research on nearby hotels. I asked the guy at the counter if he had any recommendations for inexpensive hotels nearby, and he recommended one called Anna Hotel that ran 50 euros per night. I found the location on my map from the address in the phonebook, then called and verified the rate. The hotel was very close, and although I had hoped to find something less expensive, I had spent so much time lost and had so many other things to think about that I had little enthusiasm for doing more accomodation research. Thinking ahead, I decided I would spend the rest of the trip in Frankfurt so I made reservations for the final three days via Priceline for my original $50 US rate.

I returned to the hotel to pack up my stuff for the move to Anna. Downstairs I discovered Priceline reservations at this hotel did not include free breakfasts as I was hit with a 30 euro bill for the buffets. While the food was relatively good for a hotel breakfast buffet, I hardly thought they were worth $19 US each. I just paid without complaining since it was my own fault for not asking beforehand.

Finding the street where Anna is located was not that difficult, but I then discovered I could not find my notepad where I had written the address. I spent more angry time in the car, but this time for because of my carelessness in leaving the pad at the iCafe rather than being lost on confusing streets. I ended up driving past the hotel and continuing down the road until it merged into another street. Fortunately, U-turns were not a big task in this part of town so I backtracked to find Anna on the south side near the beginning of the road. The hotel itself was not plainly visible, much of it obscured by a tall fence, but the Anna Hotel sign was still visible over the top.

I was a bit annoyed when my credit card got declined at the front desk of Anna and I had to use my backup card. I ended up calling Citibank on my mobile phone to discover that they had blocked the card for potential fraudulent activity overseas even though I had called beforehand with specific dates I would be in Germany. The respresentative apologized, seeing that indeed my travel dates were plainly notated on my account.

I returned to the iCafe to grab my notepad off the desk where I left it, then turned around to return to Anna. On one of the many confusing intersections on the way, I accidently turned right too early, realizing it a moment too late. I hoped to find a quick exit where I could get back on track, but the road twisted and winded and kept going for a long distance. I released another torrent of obscenities.

Eventually, I found my way back with the assistance of my map. I didn't bring enough cash to last my whole trip, so I figured today would be a good day to make an ATM withdrawal. At this point I realized that in my 2 days thus far, I hadn't noticed ANY ATMs. I thought this was odd since I usually see them quite frequently when I travel, but I had no idea where to find one. I asked the receptionist at Anna, and she told me to try at the Cineplex which was right around the corner.

I drove to the parking lot of the Cineplex and walked up to find what looked like a small ATM with a sign above it that I believe said "Sparkasse" as Peter described. I looked over the instructions and screen displays and didn't see any indication that they accepted cards on the Plus network or really for anything I recognized in English. I didn't feel comfortable sticking my card in there, so I walked upstairs into the lobby to see if there was another one. There wasn't, so I returned downstairs and walked around the lot between the various buildings looking for another ATM...no luck. I still had enough cash, so I decided to just try looking for one later along the way.

I decided to kill some time at the iCafe, so I hung around there reading and doing more research. One of my concerns was about how the FKKs would be on Sunday, generally a slow day most countries for P4P. I had already hit Oase, so World seemed the best choice for Sunday, but then again I wanted to see World with a full lineup. I finally decided to hit Palace for today with World as a backup or for Sunday. Given the frequency for which I was getting lost, I ended up pulling up full driving directions from my hotel to both Palace and World using the Map24 site. The generated routes consisted of many more details and turns than the condensed directions I had pulled up on the travel sites, so I noted it all in my notepad. The directions to World were also significantly different than the instructions on CH, supposedly shorter but appearing more complicated. I returned to Anna to cleanup, then set off a little earlier today in case I decided not to stay at Palace.

Map24 instructed me to take the A66 exit towards Frankfurt. As I approached A66, I noticed that Frankfurt was not listed as one of the four destinations on the sign. However, there was a F. M-something listed. This bothered me as I suspected that F. might stand for Frankfurt, but I did not want to make another wrong autobahn turn if there was another A66 exit in the other direction. I half kept my eyes on the road as I tried to pull up my original Palace map. Just as I found the original map instructed me to take the A66 towards Rödelheim/Hausen, I passed my exit for which Rödelheim was one of the listings. There was no second A66 exit. I waited for another exit to appear as I debated trying to double back towards Palace, but as the autobahn continued uninterrupted, it became apparant that there would be no way to reverse direction for a long time. Of course I was pissed, but I was kind of getting used to the frustration and just let it roll off me after about a minute of verbal Map24 abuse. I was heading to FKK World after all...

Despite the Map24 problem with Palace, I foolishly decided to trust the Map24 notes for World. I was supposed to take the A45 East and get off on the first exit. I've since repressed what actually happened, but I believe I had a similar problem as what occurred at A66 where I didn't see the town Map24 listed in the four names on my exit. The next 30 minutes has become a blur save for a vague recollection of some hurled profanities at my dashboard. Somewhere along the way, I spotted a sign that looked promising and took the offramp.

I stopped at a gas station in the small town I was in to purchase a map of the area, which was Gieben. The map I currently had for Frankfurt did not extend far enough north to cover this area in sufficient detail, although I did have an overview map of the area and where things were in relation to one another. I located my position on the new map and got back on track for the Map24 directions at a point past the autobahn offramp.

It was difficult following the Map24 route, or at least the notes as I had taken them, but I was able to navigate them by concentrating mostly on the signs. Much of it seemed like I was driving in the middle of nowhere which added to the perception of being lost, especially at a spot where I was entering what looked like an intimidating forest, but I continued to come to roads where I had noted to turn.

Shortly after the forest, I started to see the signs directing me towards Polheim, the town where World is located. From here my confidence rose and the directions were easier to follow. I pulled one of the final street where World was supposed to be located then parked at the side of the road when I reached an intersection where I wasn't sure where to turn. I was comparing my computer-generated World map to the newly purchased street map, when from the dark recesses of my brain a lightbulb flickered.

"Sprechen sie Deutsches?"

The translation is "Do you speak German?". I'm not sure what it was that randomly made me think of that phrase at that moment, but I then realized that the "Sprech" that appeared on the opening screen of my navigation system did not mean "Cancel". I hit the "Nav" button, turned the dial to change the indicator from "OK" to "Sprech", pushed it in, and was finally greeted with a list of languages to choose from. I selected "English", and was finally presented with screens that finally made sense. I input the address for World, and was then instructed on screen and by a clear female voice to commence driving in the direction I was facing. A block later I spotted the World sign in the distance and pulled onto the final street to which the voice announced, "You've reached your destination". I pulled into the first of what looked like two parking lots and exited the car to walk into World. (Click here for more details on the navigation system and driving in Germany)

I walked up onto a path connecting two buildings and into the entrance of World in the building on the left. As I approached the desk, I remembered that I hadn't yet found an ATM and had few euros, but fortunately I had enough US dollars to cover my entrance and two sessions. To my surprise, the receptionist informed me that they could accept dollars for my cover, but that they couldn't any additional amount like they could at Oase. She told me that the girls would accept dollars, so I didn't worry about it too much.

My positive impression of World had started the moment I walked into the door to see two shapely brunettes in the lobby. As I was speaking with the receptionist, the two stood to my left at the desk gazing at me as if almost entranced. I supposedly get looks like that occassionally, supposedly because of a "different" look I have. The look is pretty much a guarantee of a good session for me. I suspected I would take one if not both of these fine specimens.

After getting "The newbie speech" and paying the equivalent of 65 euros in US dollars, the receptionist had one of the brunettes who spoke fluent English show me around. Karina led me to the right of the desk into the locker room, pointing out the shower facilities on the left. She then led me to the locker and waited around the corner while I changed.

We contined the tour by walking into the upper lounge which was at the far left corner from the entrance. The view was a welcome sight of attractive bodies with girls far outnumbering guys, a welcome change from my previous night at Atlantis. The small bar was to the immediate right of the entrance with the theater room past that along the same wall. A small circular stage with a pole was in the center with bar tables, bar stools, and couches encircling the rest of the room. To our left was the dining area with a long dining table and a few smaller tables spread around, two of them separated by a wall. Along the outer walls of the dining area were tables upon which the buffet items rested.

Along the far wall of the upper lounge were some rooms, but I didn't get a good look at them. The same wall of the dining area led to a pathway leading to the left and around a corner before leading to stairs to the lower level. The path continued around several corners downstairs with rooms available throughout the path before opening up into a room just before a large room housing a large pool and a jacuzzi along the right. The left part of this room had the massage table with more available bedrooms past that. After the pool was another large lounge area with lights dimmed to a lower level and dark couches spread throughout. Additional rooms could be seen from this lounge and a second bar was at the far end.

After the tour, Karina escorted me back upstairs and told me she hoped to see me later. I barely walked back into the upper lounge when the sharks started circling.

Of course by sharks I mean mostly naked girls with shapely figures and fair to beautiful faces that seemed genuine in wanting my attention. I must also clarify that they were completely unlike the sharks in Tijuana where I usally hang out that walk up and say the equivalent of "Let's go upstairs" without even bothering to say "Hi". No, these girls would politely invite me over, ask my name, try to engage me in small talk, etc...

The aggressiveness at World was far greater than Oase and Atlantis and would in fact turn out to be greater than any other club I visited. The ratio of girls to guys was probably a factor, with it being MUCH more in our favor, but I also sensed there was something else. I believe there's somewhat of a "culture" at World, where aggressiveness is more of the norm. I ended up talking to A LOT of girls that night.

One of the earlier girls that interested me was a tall Polish girl named Jennifer. We didn't talk much as her English skills were poor, she even started to lead me to one of the rooms when she misunderstood my intention to look around more as an agreement to go with her. Despite the decline, Jennifer would approach me several times that night.

World had a few Russians with "butch" haircuts. I wouldn't see this at any of the other FKKs. One of them called me over and was very friendly, even a little self-deprecating because of her haircut, but I wasn't into her. I don't remember her name. In fact, I met so many girls that night that I forgot most of the names, I even had to get reminders for the names of tthe two girls I actually did.

I took a lot of time before choosing a girl, like usual waiting a decent amount of time for "The Perfect Girl" since none of them completely knocked me over despite a good selection.

One blond that I took early notice of eventually noticed me eyeing her and called me over. She was one of the two I considered the most attactive in the entire club, but I was hesistant with her at first because she seemed to be hiding a bit in corners of the club. When I sat with her, she introduced herself as Melisa from Romania, and I found that she wasn't shy at all. I immediately thought she bore a nice resemblance to Kirsten Dunst while sitting next to her. The photo below gives a pretty good idea of what Melisa's face would have looked like with less makeup on.



We kissed some while on the couch, but Melisa didn't deliver more explicit foreplay as I had received at Oase and Altantis. I didn't expect this, though, since up to this point I had seen ANY guys receiving BJs, and I had been there a while. After more kissing and talking, we decided to find ourselves a room.

Melisa led me downstairs and into one of the rooms along the path. In keeping with the theme of my trip, I visited the Y to which responded very enthusiastically, writhing around in much pleasure. Unfortunately, when it came to my turn the BJ delivered was covered, the only CBJ I received at an FKK during the entire trip. Nevertheless, the combination of other services including spectacular sex and with her having the most attractive face made our time together one of the better sessions of them all.

Back upstairs at the lockers, I discovered that Melisa was uncomfortable with taking dollars, asking how many euros I had. She was happy to take my last 40 euros instead of the 50 euro equivalent in dollars. After giving me a thank-you kiss, I showered up and walking into the dining area. I filled myself up with some break, sausages, and a noodle dish.

I continued to explore World after eating. I took notice of an ATM out in the reception area that I missed earlier because of the girls. I walked up to discover that they did accept cards from the Plus network, so I grabbed my wallet and succesfully made a withdrawal. After putting my wallet away, I spent the next few hours meeting more girls and forgetting more names. Despite all the potentials, I had difficulty deciding on my second girl for the night.

One interesting event that occured happened while I was waiting for a bathroom that another girl escorted me to downstairs. A guy using a room two doors down came and started screaming like he was insane. At first I thought something bad happened, like the girl got pissed and bit his dick off. But as the long drawn out scream continued, I realized it was just him coming, though I find it hard to believe it was genuine. I imagine faking the loudest and longest orgasmic scream you possibly could after lots of practice, that's what this guy sounded like. By the end of the scream, a fair crowd had gathered around us.

With the money I got from the ATM, I debated whether or not I should give Melisa 10 more euros. After watching her a little from a distance, I decided that she was so cute, cool, and pleasant that she deserved it. I ended up giving her the balance of the standard 50 euros they receive per session.

Around 10pm, Karina and her friend, the two that were standing next to me at the reception desk (with Karina giving the tour), got up on the small circular stage for a show consisting of tempting poses and dousing themselves in champagne. They often appeared close to kissing or otherwise engaging in sexual activity, but never quite made it. Still it was a good show even if they didn't go quite far enough.

Seeing the other brunette with her hair down for the show and dancing sensously vaulted her to the top of the list, but after the show she appeared hot and not too interested in working, so I waited a while before approaching her. Later I struck up a conversation to find her name was Sandy, but by this time she was intoxicated from the champagne she was drinking and seemed too far out of it to give the session quality I wanted. Sandy ended up walking away after our short conversation even though I was showing potential interest.

I would finally decide on Karina for my second. Hoping for a little foreplay this time, I brought Karina down to the darker lounge area downstairs where we talked a bit more in depth. Like Melisa, Karina was from Romania, but they looked nothing at all alike. Karina had an exotic look to her that seemed related to the fact that she was part Turkish. I can't describe the particular features that well except for the nose which was a bit longer and more distinguished. She was very pretty and only had fair tits, but her body was almost perfect otherwise.

I got light kissing, but none of the BBBJ I was hoping for. We finally got ourselves to a room where I got a very nice BBBJ, but it was far too short. I went down on Karina, but her reactionary moans seemed fake and her hips remained stationary, so I didn't do that for long. Fortunately, Karina made up for her other shortcomings with the sex. While I had a great time with Karina and her performance outpaced those of girls in many other countries, compared to my previous sessions and those for the rest of my trip, Karina was relatively less enjoyable.

Sandy looked surprised when Karina and I returned upstairs. I got the impression that she was too drunk earlier on to realize that I was interested in her, or perhaps she just thought I wasn't there to session since I had talked to so many girls without going up. She ended up approaching me later on, but I didn't want to go up again for both financial and pacing reasons. She would continue drinking and acting somewhat oddly the rest of the night, alternating between what looked like seduction attempts and complete disinterest in some military guys that showed up later on.

After a little more food munching and wandering around World, I decided to call it a night. Before I pulled out of the lot, I punched the address for Anna into the navigation system and found my way back without a hitch. After a quick brushing and changing of the lens, I fell on top of the small bed and quickly drifted to sleep.

Thanks for the report D'Art. I didn't particularly like my trip to Germany (hobby-wise). I think it is one of the most overrated places in Europe. Your pictures of the hotel room are exactly why I can't stay in budget type places. That place looked aweful.

You sound like you had a nightmare driving. I didn't find the roads to be that difficult but I wasn't driving as much as you. I agree there aren't too many exits though.

I found the girls at the FKK's (at least in Nuremberg) to be older and not nearly as tight as the girls from South America. Simply put, I'd never go to an FKK again.

For Europe I'd stick to Prague and Lugano, Switzerland. Thanks again for the report

Saturday: Fair Maidens and a Feast in the Palace

Up until today, I had been waking up on my own relatively early. Not so today, the energy expenditures of the past few days were catching up to me and I ended up rolling out of bed around 2pm. Since checkout was at noon, I quickly got my stuff together and made my way out of Anna and back to the Marriot Courtyard.

With some time to kill, I decided to test the navigation to Oase which was the closest of the major FKKs, and also one of the more complicated routes. Having the navigation system made a world of difference and eliminated the need for the mess of papers and maps that were normally spread across my passenger seat. It was on way to Oase, though, that I discovered that the system was not flawless. At the final turn into the town of Ober-Erlenbacher, the navigation system instructed me to continue straight ahead for 700 meters. Just after passing that intersection, I was suddenly instructed to make a U-turn. Besides the one glitch, the route from my hotel to Oase was correct.

My only other significant hours that afternoon were spent at the iCafe where I researched the FKKs in town. After taking some notes on recommendations, I decided my first target would be FKK Palace.

Palace was the closest FKK to my hotel, located a little farther north than the midpoint between A66 and A648 and to the east of B44, Ludwig-Landmann Strabe. The route calculated by my navigation system was accurate, but slightly confusing towards the very end when approaching a roundabout. When you reach this point, make sure that you are not in the right hand lane or you'll miss the roundabout. I ended up going this way and having my route calculated. Fortunately, it was a quick and easy correction with a U-turn not far down the road. Going back north, I missed the right turn onto Konisgsbergerstrabe via the back route, but quickly had my route recalculated again to put me on the original route. A short drive to the east and two right turns and I found myself at the entrance to the Palace.

The introduction at the counter was pretty much the same as the other FKKs with the same prices of 65 euro entrance and 50 euro session. I entered the locker room entrance on the left past the first bar and changed into my towel.

I took my own little tour of the place after changing and showering. After the long entrace hall was a small bar sandwiched between a path leading to the girls' changing room (closer to the entrance) and the guys' locker room. Mini-lockers were located just outside the entrance of the guys' locker room. Past this area was the buffet area with a few small rectangular tables next to a diningware cabinet. Past the buffet area was the entrace to the lounge. Bar tables and stools dotted the lounge entrance before opening up to a larger area. A slightly darkened room was to the right with several couches and a wide swinging bench. Past the darkened room and the tables the lounge opens up with a passageway to private rooms on the far left. Ahead is a circular bench with a few steps leading up to an elevated level on both sides of the bench and more couches on the right. To the far right is an opening to another room with more couches and pathways to private rooms for sessions.

The elevated level had bed-like benches surrounding a small dance floor with a pole. Behind this was a much larger bar. Beyond this bar was a circular pool with a jacuzzi to the right. Showers and a sauna were also located in this back area on the right. On the left were what looked like less-private rooms for sessions, but I did not take a close look.

I settled down on one of the benches on the lower level across from the circular bench where I was approached shortly by Christina from Romania. Christina had a gorgeous face with long brunette hair, but she had a slight bit extra around the waistline. In fact, I would notice that the "weight standards" at Palace seemed to be less strict than the three main FKK's I had visited recently. Palace had plenty of nice bodies, but there were a few that needed Slim Fast and a couple I would actually call fat. Christina was still plenty doable, but it was too early for me to choose, so I told her I just wanted to relax by myself for awhile after speaking with her a little bit.

I had read reports at the iCafe about two standouts at Palace, one was named Marina and the other was Nora. Marina was raved about, Nora was described as being a ripoff shark. I hoped to find Marina to see what the fuss was about, but unfortunately remembered the name incorrectly as Miriam.

I was approached by a Spanish speaking girl from Colombia while sitting at the small bar drinking a coffee. She greeted me in Spanish and I replied in Spanish. After she left, the bartender serving me asked about my Spanish and we got to talking a little bit about Mexico. It turned out that she was from Mexicali. I forget her name, but that bartender would turn out to be the only Mexican I met in Germany. I asked her if she knew who Miriam was. She couldn't remember at first, but asked another girl, then pointed her out in the distance.

Miriam's face was only about average (average being relatively good in Germany) but her body was a spinner lover's dream. Personally, I prefer a more curvy figure. Despite my mistaken belief that she was one of the girls raved about, her looks didn't secure her at the moment for me to approach her for a session. Supposedly she's good from what I saw posted elsewhere, anyone seeking her out can identify her by a tribal-like design tattoo on her outer calf, I believe on her right leg. I met her later along with two other girls and discovered they were from Poland. The other girls were named Patricia and Syndey. Patrica had a butch haircut I wasn't too fond of but Syndey was doable.

Around 6pm they brought out the food and a long line formed for the buffet, consisting of a lasagna dish, an assortment of salads, and some other stuff I don't remember at the moment. I do remember that the Palace buffet was one of the better ones I had at the German FKKs.

None of the girls were knocking me over, so I continued to hang out for awhile. While I was hanging at the main bar, I saw a guy walking in who looked completely lost and practically overwhelmed by the scene. Unlike all the other guys, he opted for a robe instead of a towel. He came over to the main bar and had a seat not too far away, so I chatted him up. His name was J. from New York and it was his first time in an FKK. He didn't know anything about FKKs until coming to Germany for business and getting a tip from someone in the red-light district near the train station. He walked the staircases of the sex apartments but didn't partake. We told him about the FKKs and mentioned some of the others and asked for details about the red-light district.

Talking with J. was kind of odd. He had trouble maintaining eye contact. I assumed he was embarrassed about being there (first time hobbyist) or felt homophobic about talking to me while I was dressed in nothing but a towel. I just kind of laughed about it in my head.

Two new attractive blondes entered and took seats at one of the lower level benches. The taller one was watching me as I spoke with J. I had J. take a look and he thought they were cute, but it was hard to really tell from the distance. J. really didn't have much to add to the conversation, so I excused myself after finishing my drink.

I took a seat on the lower level to get a better look at the blonds, but the taller one was then approached by another guy and taken to another part of the bar. The petite blond caught me looking at her and invited me over.

Claudia was from Yugoslavia. Up close she lost a point facially as she was overly made up and a little older than she appeared from a distance (probably late 20's). However, Claudia had a solid body, spinner size but with curves. Christina had a more naturally beautiful face, but Claudia had a better face/body combination overall. After sitting with Claudia for a little while as she stroked my arm, she asked if I wanted to take her to a room. I instead suggested we go to the darkened room for a little bit.

There were a few other people in the small room, but it was mostly empty. Shortly after we sat down, Claudia opened up my towel and went to work without any prompting on my part. A few of the others glanced over, but didn't watch. After a couple minutes of the excellent BBBJ, I suggested we find ourselves a more private room.

DFK, DATY, BBBJ, multiple positions...it was all pretty standard with service at an excellent level. Claudia's perfume was a bit heavy, but otherwise I had a great time with her.

After paying Claudia her 50 euros, I walked into the lounge to find J. looking lonely and lost, so I went to talk to him again. I asked if he found anyone and he pointed out Miriam. I told him about her great internet reputation (mistakenly, should have been Marina) and we spoke a little about the hobbyist sites, he was unfamiliar with them. We wanted to session with Miriam, but she was occupied most of the rest of the night. I started to wander again after the short conversation with J.

An asian named Jennifer arrived, she was from Malaysia. She had a very nice body, near the top of the scale at Palace, but fake tits and a face that was only OK. Her facial features reminded me a little bit of some of the more attractive Africans you might find in a National Geographic. I spoke with her a little bit and had a slight suspicion at first that she was formerly a male, but I don't think that was the case. On several occasions she tried to tempt me into taking her, but I didn't bite. At one point, she pulled up her skirt and started grinding on my leg. The move had an opposite effect than intended, while most of the girls were shaved or very well trimmed, Jennifer's scratching up of my leg with her brillo pad made me certain I didn't want to take her to the room.

One of the most popular girls of the evening was a tall blond named Diane. She had a unique look that was stunningly attractive, but slightly masculine. Stunning and mssculine must seem like an odd combination, but I'm not sure how else to put it. The only thing that comes to mind are some of the most impressive ladyboys that dance in the shows in Thailand. That was the kind of look Diane had, but with a Caucasian flavor. It seemed to work for her, as she seemed almost constantly busy. I was able to catch her later in the night by the small bar for a closer look. She said she was from Lithuania and asked almost immediately if I wanted to go to the room. Her voice seemed fine, but the rush was a bad sign after already being suspicious, so I just got my drink and left. (Reading a post on another site describes Diane as "Pretty big lady, strong like bull.")

I soon saw J. talking with an attractive curly brown haired girl with a tattoo at the base of her neck. I had been considering this girl so I was curious how things would turn out between them. He looked much more comfortable talking to her, leading me to believe he was feeling uncomfortable talking to guys in towels.

Crossing Diane off the list cleared the way the tall blond that had been sitting with Claudia earlier. Throughout the evening we exchanged glances but she turned out to be busy too as guys would soon approach her before either of us made a move. I had been delaying to get a better look at the constantly busy Diane, so when I next saw the tall blond free, I walked over.

Daniela from Romania was happy to see me and told me how she had been waiting all night to talk to me. Up close she looked better than from a distance, on another site she's described as a "10" looking like Anna Kournikova. (The photo below is of Anna, age it, make her skinnier with pale skin and thin the hair with more of a platinum blond bleaching and you kind of have Daniela.) We spoke for a little bit on the couch before grabbing a spot in the darkened room. Unlike Claudia, Daniela did not go down, but instead just gave me a handjob while we talked.



We soon found ourselves a room, and like with Claudia and most of the other girls I was with in Germany, a full menu session followed that would have been hard to improve upon. I was really enjoying the sessions in Germany, and note that this is while having experience in the heavyweights of Brazil and Thailand.

While sitting in the lounge, I would see J. come out of the locker room to approach the lounge then suddenly turn around and head back in. He reached a point where he would have seen me, so he might have been trying to avoid talking to me. Was he really that homophobic or did something go wrong with the session that he was embarassed to talk about? (Many first time hobbyists have very short initial sessions) I kept an eye on the locker room area out of curiosity and also because I wanted to ask about the girl he did. I think I saw him quickly leave, but couldn't tell for sure because the guy running out didn't turn around. I never did see J. again, so I presume that was him.

I met Christina from Hungary, she was a semi-cute blond that looked a bit undernourished. J's curly cutie approached and introduced herself as Diane from Germany. I doubted that I would return to Palace on this trip, but if I did then this Diane would have been a potential. The last two girls I remember meeting are Eleni from Greece and Jessica from Germany. Eleni was doable but Jessica looked very plain, plus she had on what looked like a neck brace which wasn't very attractive.

Palace's selection was better than I expected, and the food rivaled that of Atlantis on opening night. Being close also helps, so I would give Palace a recommendation as a good place to visit. If I didn't have a rental car, I probably would have spent most of my time here.

I could have done another session but decided to rest and save my money, expecting to spend much of Sunday doing touristy stuff early in the day.
I got dressed up and returned to the car for an easy and short drive back to the Courtyard where I watched some music videos before falling asleep.

D'art,

Excellent posts as always. Something I have noticed sometimes when talking to fellow americans in clubs. They often try and avoid you thinking you might know them through some strange circumstance, and their escapades here might get back to their friends, family and loved ones back home. I know it is a long shot, but a lot of hobbyists who only try it thousands of miles from home have an idea of complete anonymity that does not include anyone from their part of the world being there.

Nice details D'art! I had many of the same experiences and thoughts when I visited them last year. Although I wasn't crazy about heading there solely for a couple days of FKKs (mainly due to cost), Germany does make a very nice short trip blending culture, history, sex, and some touring.

It is a very fun and easy place to travel around once the nav system display is set to English ;)

I ended up fucking Melissa from Romania as well. She was my first Romanian on my last day in Germany at World.

I was downstairs by the pool and she had just approached someone.

It was a quick conversation and as soon as they finished I said hello. She told me she was 21. If I remember correctly she spoke five languages, English (quite well), Spanish, German, Romanian and one other. I think Italian.

We chatted on one of the black couches for a while and I complimented her on her beauty. There was no doubt I was going to fuck her. She was the hottest woman I had seen so far at the club. After chatting a little more I took her to the room. We started off with some light kissing and then I went down on her.

I didn't get the CBJ treatment from her though, so somebody must have finally given her the message. She told me she had only worked at the club for a month, so Dart got her when she was relatively new if she was telling the truth about how long she had been there.

I recall the BBBJ still only being average and somewhat short. I had a decent time with her and her pussy was the first in a string of tight Romanian pussies I would end up fucking that night at World.

Sunday: Hot Sex on a Cold Night at the Beach

Most of Sunday was spent in downtown Frankfurt walking the recommended tourist routes provided by my Frommer's Guide for Germany. I used the navigation system to direct me to a street near the shopping district and parked on one of the nearby side streets. I'm not sure if the spot I chose was part of the metered area nearby, everything was in German. I was pretty sure I was fine, though, since it was Sunday anyways.

I passed a bank on the way which didn't accept my transaction even though it supposedly was part of the Plus network. It would take visits to three Plus network ATMs after that before I found one that would give me money.

I picked up a quick, inexpensive bite to eat at McD's. Most of the stores were closed with all the action centering around the craft exhibits lining the pathway. I browsed for souvenirs, but didn't find anything that really grabbed me.

A bit later I came across the town center where they had some kind of Jazz concert going on. I exchanged the dollars I had at a nearby money excahnge counter which was giving .77 euros to the dollar (.05 better than I was getting at the hotel). I then bought some souvenirs at shop next door. I was mildy amused by some "Schmuck" text on a nearby store so I took a photo. A large booth set up was really popular with many people lined up to buy crepes or goulash. I opted for the goulash which tasted a lot like a mild chili to me. After the meal I spent the rest of the afternoon walking around and taking photos of some of the recommended areas in my book.



For the evening's entertainment, I decided to try out Frankfurt Area - FKK Beach, formerly known as F35. The Beach was the second closest FKK to my hotel (FKK Palace was closest). My expectations were low for Sunday, pretty much a standard slow day around the world and confirmed by reports I had read about Frankfurt. My backup plan if The Beach didn't work out was to revisit Oase or World. I was still thinking about Alina at Oase, but World seemed likely to have the larger selection. I ended up only visiting The Beach for the night, but probably would have picked Oase over World since it was a lot closer.

I already knew beforehand that the Beach had a small staff in general, perhaps even smaller being Sunday, but on the bright side I already knew what some of the girls looked like, most were doable, and reports were positive. A number of the girls (not sure how many exactly) that work at the Beach have photos up on Starlight Ladies. I believe they are owned by the same person and managed or owned by a former FKK girl. (I may be very wrong on this, I'm pulling this from a vague recollection of reading this somewhere)

I found The Beach easily using the navigation system, although I still should have looked at my map beforehand. Once I reached Franziusstrasse I started driving around slowly looking for #35, but a glance at the map would have shown me that it was located much farther down the round at the T-intersection where the road intersects with Intzestrasse. The signs were very clearly visible so it was no problem to see once I got there.

I was expecting to pay only 50 euros entry per some other posts, but I'm pretty sure they charged me 60 or 65, I didn't write it down. Damn, looking at their website now it looks like I was only supposed to pay 35 on Sunday, so perhaps they screwed me as a tourist. Here's the website, it's in German only.
http://www.fkk-beach.de

I didn't fuss about the price at all, but I did specifically ask how many girls were working and was told 8. I would soon learn this was false as there only 5. I received the newbie speech along with my towels and keys and walked through the door to the locker area. The locker area at The Beach is adjacent to the reception area, with the reception desk having an open view to the lockers.

I took a shower in an alcove down a nearby hall after putting my stuff in my lockers, then took a short personal tour of the place. The facilities were much smaller than any of the other FKKs I had visited. Stairs and pathways in different directions created an unusal floor layout, most of which I cannot rebuild from memory.

The four girls I first saw were all together in the main lounge area which was shaped like an L. Near the corner of the L was a dance pole and a door leading to a covered area outside. The covered area was where they set up the food when it was ready. A small sauna and an odd assortment of furnishing and gym equipment were also located out here. Another door in this room led to a "beach" overlooking the river. I didn't spend too much time out here since it was somewhat cold.

Of the four girls, two were pretty but didn't blow me away. One looked odd, but could pass in a pinch. The fourth I didn't find attractive at all. The first three smiled, but didn't make of an attempt to talk with me at first, so I spent some time just hanging out and waiting to see if anyone else arrived. I was the only guy in there, so it was slightly uncomfortable.

Anita was one of the two better looking ones and was the first to talk to me, she also appeared to be the best at speaking English. She reminded me of a young Ginger Lynn, a porn star I was infatuated in my late teens. Here's a pic on Anita from the Starlight website (http://www.starlight-ladies.de/ladies_detail.php?id=10) alongside a photo of Ginger. Anita is the one on the left, more photos of her are on her page. She looks better in person.



Although Anita was my top choice, there was something drawing me to Justin, http://www.starlight-ladies.de/ladies_detail.php?id=11. Justin also looked better in person than she does in her photos. I didn't like how she looked from a profile angle, particularly her chin.



Carolina, http://www.starlight-ladies.de/ladies_detail.php?id=9, was the passable one and appeared to be the most interested in me judging by how she was staring. Unfortunately, Carolina looked worse than in her photos.

The forth may have been Viktoria (http://www.starlight-ladies.de/ladies_detail.php?id=14), if it was, she looked much, much worse than in her photos and looked miserable at the time.



I had been hanging around for a while when Nathalie (http://www.starlight-ladies.de/ladies_detail.php?id=3) walked into the room with an older guy, presumably after a session. Nathalie had a unique, but tempting appearance that made my decision more difficult. She had the best figure, but her skin tone was more pale than I usually like. If her eyes lacked pigmentation she would have looked albino, her hair was that bright of a blond, too. Despite the photos above, Anita looked much more tan than Nathalie in person.

The old man was quite a character, at one point he got up and started dancing. It might not sound pleasant, but it was actually pretty funny seeing an overweight old guy in a towel with his fists on his hips and alternatively hopping around on each leg like some Scottish folk dancer. (My apologies to any Scots if I wrongly attributed this)

Nathalie disappeared for awhile. She reappeared about the same time a young bodybuilder showed up, and they almost instantly got together. It looked like Anita was going to be my choice, which wasn't bad since she had a slight edge in the face (my primary attration point) anyways. I chilled out a bit longer just to make sure no other girls showed up, but finally made my move when two new guys arrived.

Anita led me up a staircase to a nice room upstairs. She delivered outstanding service, on par with most of the other girls I was with in Germany...DFK, BBBJ, DATY, etc...

After our session I ate some of the buffet that had arrived earlier. They had some thin cuts of pork in gravy in one dish and some rubbery mashed potato balls in the other. There was also some bread and some kind of vegetables that didn't appear too appetizing for my tastes. The food was decent.

I could have gone for another session at Beach or visited Dietzenbach which was also on my list, but instead decided to conserve money and call it a night. I stopped by the iCafe to do some reading up and check my email before heading to the hotel. I set my travel alarm to get an early start on some sightseeing I had planned for the next day.

MONDAY: A Few Brief Forays Before Cumming Full Circle

Monday was my last day. I spent the early morning driving and walking around some places mentioned in my Fodor's Guide before heading towards Sauna World.

I had hit some traffic on the way back, so I got a later start than I intended, but rushed anyway to try to make the 2pm deadline for the 30 euro cover charge special. Unfortunately, the trip took longer than I expected and I arrived 20 minutes late.

I immediately saw a very attractive blond named Nadia when I arrived, but the bad news was that there ended up being only one other girl that was somewhat doable. Nadia was from Romania, she spoke English and gave me a short tour of the place. I decided to do some scouting and waiting on my own before approaching Nadia, but I never did see any doables besides a very tall and tattooed amazon that didn't seem too friendly.

The worst part about the Sauna World selection was that they had a few old and wrinkled workers. One was a Brazilian that seemed very interested in me. She was very friendly, but there would be no way I would have paid to have sex with her. I supposed she was decent enough to do if I was the one being paid.

After a couple hours of relaxing and hanging out, I finally decided to call Nadia over since she was easily the best available. We sat on one of the couches where we sat close and she started to caress my leg and stroke my face, but no kissing or direct manipulation took place before she asked if I wanted to go to a room with her. We walked up the spiral staircase and into a decent sized room where we jumped onto the bed and attacked each other. Like most of my FKK sessions, Nadia was extremely passionate with DFK, BBBJ, and an incredible sex performance.

We walked back downstairs afterwards where I paid Nadia her 50 euros. We then parted to take our showers. I headed to one of the larger rooms with an empty couch to rest and take a short nap. While I was laying down, I saw one of the older girls giving head to a large German guy on the other end of the room. That guy was the only other customer I witnessed that took any of the girls to a room, not that there were many customers on that Monday afternoon to begin with.

I had asked Nadia about food and she mentioned that some would arrive around 6pm. I never saw it arrive, but I did see many of the girls walking past a closed door into a room where the food supposedly was. I was a little hungry, but unlike the rest of the FKKs this food seemed to be hidden away, not presented as a buffet from which the customers coulde partake. I didn't see any of the other guys go for the food, so I held off as well. Instead I hung out for a little while to see if any additional girls showed up for the evening shift. As 7pm approached with no new faces, I decided to call it a day at this place and instead check out FKK Dietzenbach which had been recommended in Wallstreet's report, Wallstreet in Frankfurt II: This Car has Six Gears?.

Since it was still early, I decided I would break down and check out the sex apartments near the Hauptbahnhof train station. Homophobe J. from the Palace had recommended it as something to at least see if I did not partake, I was already well aware of their notorious reputation for poor quality, price stacking, and some transvesites, but I wanted to check it out to satiate my curiousity and in the name of research.

I used the POI (Point Of Interest) on my car's navigation system because I knew the apartments were across from the station, but didn't know any of the street names. I parked in the pay lot for the station.

I hadn't read much on the sex apartments prior to the trip, so I found a inet cafe upstairs in one of the buildings adjacent to the station to scrounge up what info I could. Basically what I found was that there were a bunch of apartment buildings with prostitutes working out of their rooms in the blocks surrounding the station, and that the consensus was that the places were ripoffs. Armed with a little more knowledge, I crossed the street and began exploring the area.

Here is a small map


I had no idea where to start, so I ended up guessing and walking to the right where I headed up Münchenerstrasse because the street name looked familiar. There wasn't much down this street and I'm not sure it was particularly safe given the area I was in. I turned left when I hit Moselstasse which I definitely recognized, but I still didn't see much until I started to approach Taunusstrasse. This was definitely where the heart of the action seemed to be. The sex apartments were nondescript with simple signs stating the name of the place, but I recognized what they were from the many guys that were walking in and out.

I entered the first building I saw and walked up a steep and narrow stairway, squeezing past other guys that were walking down. As I reached the first floor, I pretty much saw what the rest of my tour would look like. The staircase would open into a room on each floor from which a set of other rooms would be connected. Some doors would be closed while others had girls standing in the open doorway, usually in lingerie. In other open doors you could see girls taking a break off their feet and resting on their bed or reading a book.

I was surprised to find a very cute girl, at least from a distance, on the third floor of the first building I went in. The discovery was a pleasant surprise and left me optimistic in doing more extensive research in the apartments which even if poor, would only end up costing me 25-30 euros. Of course there was no way d'Art could pull in the first building he walked in, so I completed the tour up to the sixth floor of the building before heading to the next.

I ended up walking into about five more buildings, stopping briefly on each floor to survey the talent, but nowhere else did I find anyone I was interested in. I still had plenty of energy for more stair-climbing, but now I was starting to work up a sweat, so I decided to head back to the first building instead, hoping the cute girl was still available.

The girl recognized me from earlier and smiled as I approached. I had thought she was latina from a distance, but discovered she was black as I got close. Her name was Pamela and she was from Santo Domingo in the Dominican Republic. We chatted a little bit, though for the most part she was kind of shy, but at least not dull and evasive like many street girls (in TJ) I've run into. I mention the TJ SG's because they are the closest thing I can think of to compare these sex apartment workers to, although from what I've read the Amsterdam window workers are a more accurate comparison.

I accepted Pamela's quote of 25 euros for the short time session and entered the room where she closed the door behind me. Her attitude was friendly and not rushed, but not particularly motivated or interested either. After we talked a little, we got to stripping our clothes off. The session that followed could be compared to an average TJ bar girl experience, but perhaps with a little less faking of pleasure. The session wasn't bad considering I go to TJ a lot, but given the outstanding sessions I had been receiving thus far this trip, it was a clear let down from which I couldn't really get into enough to climax. Pamela performed find for what I expected, so I was still content with the experience.

After leaving the building, I walked back to the train station where I got a few shots of the buildings across the street. I posted the pictures in the Eros Centers topic listed under Frankfurt.

My next stop was FKK Dietzenbach which based on my map was not too far south from where I was at. Unfortunately, some closely packed and oddly laid out streets that were on the way had me going off in the wrong direction and cursing again at the street planners. The detours added a decent amount of time to what should have been a quick trip to my last planned FKK.

Once I hit the autobahn, the rest of the journey was straightforward. I pulled into the lot that housed Dietzenbach and hit the buzzer to be let in.

I've posted the details of the FKK in the topic linked above. The short version is that I wasn't impressed with the layout, nor the talent, and ended up leaving without sessioning when the only girl I was attracted to was rude and pissed me off. I complained to the female manager, with no consequence I am sure, as I walked out to head to Oase, my first and overall probably by favorite FKK of the trip.

The navigation system calculated an unusual route for me. I recognized the area as I got close, but suddenly the the system got confused and claimed that I was offroad, supplying only an arrow pointing toward the middle of a field as a guide for the direction I was supposed to be heading. Fortunately I was somewhat familiar with the area from two previous visits, so it didn't take a lot of effort to get me back on track. I arrived at Oase around midnight.

Selection was pretty good for a late Monday night, but it wasn't the same kind of experience as when I had arrived at Oase on my first day. I recognized a bunch of faces. I noticed some were missing, including the girls I had seen working Atlantis (no more Kitty to bug me) and Sharon's German friend. Alina was there to tempt me, as were the pair of Nikki and Betty. I didn't spot Agnes, the first girl I did, but Nelly showed appeared later. A new dancer was working and was probably the most attractive all around, especially when I saw her dance, but she hardly smiled and seemed uninterested in working, not a good thing for the last session of my Germany trip.

Alina approached me early on when she caught me checking her out, but I declined when I saw her again up close, still looking for that something girl that would blow me away. I would regret this decision later.

Betty and her cuteness was a consideration, plus there was the fact that she was from Greece and would be a welcome addition to my list of "Countries I've Done Girls From", but the extra weight and her lack of enthusisam when interacting with other guys kept me from pulling the trigger. Betty and Nikki did seem to catch the interest of a couple of young military guys and were hanging out for a while, but they ended up declining their company. I'm not sure if it was Betty's weight or personality, or both.

There was another cute blond from Romania that appeared and approached me several times, but like Betty she had extra poundage in the midsection. She was one of the cuter girls, though.

After the first hour with the new dancer and Betty pretty much scratched, I decided I would go ahead and take Alina. But she was missing in one of the rooms with a customer. She would get pulled immediately on two subsequent returns before I had a chance to get to her, then when I did, she didn't want to talk to me. I couldn't understand why at first, but as I thought about it, I realized that she seemed pretty successful at all of her attempts with other customers. Once within striking distance, she seemed to have a strong closing percentage, but I had declined her invitations twice. I'm not sure if that was it exactly, but it was all I could think of.

The Alina brush-off was frustrating, a sexual tension from watching her talk, move, and interact with others had been building. I couldn't stop thinking about her, but had to find someone else because she would walk away when I approached.

Finally, I decided on the cute Romanian blond. Her name was Carelle. Although she didn't have the sex appeal that Alina had, she was younger and "fresher" with really cute eyes and a pleasant smile. I was still thinking of Alina, but had a good enough session with Carelle. It was a little below average for my other Germany sessions, but still blew away the average for most parts of the world I have visited.

I hung around for a while after the session, observing with interest some drama that was going on between the two military guys that were with Nikki and Betty before and two other girls and the management. The guys had found themselves two older and uglier girls than Nikki and Betty, and when it came time to pay, they only had enough cash for one of them and credit cards that were not working. I'm not sure how that was resolved, but there were still being held there when I left at 4:30am or so.

The ride back and packing for my return home were uneventful. The navigation easily led me back to the airport where I turned in the car with ease and no surprise ticket fee waiting for me, although the amount was still larger than I expected with the taxes, insurance add-ons, and miscellaneous fees adding up to nearly double what I was initially expecting to pay.

I returned home happy with my Germany trip, full of fond memories and plans to explore more of Germany in the future.

Photos: FKK Girl 1 FKK Girl 2

Photos: Pamela 1 Pamela 2 Pamela 3

Good God almighty, if you have a navigator, put the maps away and quit getting lost!!!!