Another indepth report by our in-country correspondent, Shakespeare! Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Found myself having to go to Hannover and Osnabrueck (the Iraq war and British troops) so took the chance to swing by the renovated Bernd's near Hennef. As you can see from the web pics the bar is moved to where the old sauna used to be and the remaining three walls are lined with sofas. It is now where the main action is to be found rather than upstairs. The day I went was a Thursday and there was a good atmosphere after about 4 pm, before that the pace was slow and easy. Can imagine that as the night draws on it gets better as per usual with Bernd's. I liked the improvements and the 'upgrading' of the bedrooms from downright tatty to 'a lot better'. The women? well Gina is still there as is Ayleen as is an older blonde (in her forties) whose name I never can remember and a brunette (short hair) of 'mehr weiblicher Form' who wears glasses now (Judith?). Sarah the extremely good French Tunisian is also still around. Jill the blonde Miss Fitness 1970 is also at Bernd’s. And finally another older fuller bodies woman with curly dark hair whom I have seen there the last time I visited – more than a year ago now. The 'newcomers' consist of 'Russians'. I had a mixed three hours I must say. I liked the look of one blonde - or rather streaked blonde hair - slim but not thin, about 5'6'' with full youthful breasts, so I sat on the sofa chatting to her - called Veronica I believe. On the other side was a bubbly Ukrainian with huge eyes and short black hair cut into a boyish style. Miss Centre of Attention 2003, was she: small breasts and a compact figure, not so feminine as more again boyish: pale skin. We talked and joked about Kiev which I last visited way back in 89. Turned to Veronica and asked her something to which I was treated to the reply 'you have started a conversation with her so you cannot talk to me as well'!!!!!! Never, never had this before at Bernd's. Instinct told me to get up and leave the place there and then. But Bernd's has been good to me in the past, very good indeed. That meant my little tomboy Tania got my attention. But again bells started sounding in my head as while Tania was very friendly she made no move at physical friendliness, again this is unusual at Bernd's where the likes of Ayleen and Co are very 'cuddly' before they get down to giving you a blow job. Eventually she got to work. I say work because that is how she approached the task in hand. It was good, but you know how us seasoned campaigners can tell a thing or two without asking! In the room the sex itself was prefaced by a remark from Tania that she was a 'small Russian girl' meaning getting into to her was going to be difficult. I know this excuse is rubbish, no matter how sweetly it is said. I am not Mr Monster Man by any means. And when a girl says this you can read her remarks to mean 'full penetration is a no no and I won't let you in that far'. True enough practically broke by dick in half trying to slide the full nine yards into the end zone. I asked her to turn over and we would try a fresh assault from the rear (no, I didn't say those exact words!). Tania true to form curved her back upwards so pussy pointed earthwards, in other words she was not about to make it easy. This tussle proceeded apace as Tania removed the condom and said she would blow me until I came over her body. Hand jobs are something I can give myself a lot better than most women. I have learned that when a girl who is all face and no action and attempts every gentle trick in the book to cut corners (hell, most men she deals with at Bernd's are in their near dotage and virtually come on the spot with over excitement) the best thing is to ask for a fresh condom. Eventually I made it safely home unloading myself with some satisfaction inside her in a missionary position. More the satisfaction of having got what I wanted and not let her get away with what she wanted! Tania is a great girl, a terrific flirt ..... but for me it is all show a huge come on for very little else. Other girls there were a tall red head, must be in her late thirties with a good body for her age and a pleasant face. She has the look older girls have in their eyes - experience! She spoke good English but unfortunately was virtually leaped upon my Mr Wizened Old Stick Man. On reflection I should have taken more account of the redhead's amused charm ( in English) that this was her 'date' and we would have to get together later. But I could not stay. The redhead is very friendly with a blonde Russian with curly hair, well tanned and a firm slim body. Another Russian is a teenie brunette with large teenie breasts and a full figure, definitely worth exploring on the grounds of youth and ‘build for comfort’ feel that young ‘puppyish’ girls have. Apart from the East European fraternity there was a real beauty of a young thing, that slim pert body that adorns the best racing teens, that sort of West Coast look. Thought about trying her if I was ever there again with the luxury of not worrying about the cost of two or more girls in one day. So I departed considering Bernd’s was a bit like the curate’s egg – good in parts. Tania didn’t fit with the usual Bernd standard, especially at Euros 80 a tumble. The older crew girls were much more casual and less ‘noisy’ than the newcomers. They know they have their regulars and don’t have to advertise or compete for trade. Looking at their faces I had the distinct impression that they all thought the same thing ‘in the old days we would not have had to put up with this lot!’ Bernd’s still stands head and shoulders above the rest for atmosphere of a small intimate fun house, but under the surface you cannot be assured of a sure fire hit in the way you used to be. The old hands numbered six women. The newcomers numbered also six women. At least choice remains! Also a new TV has been installed upstairs and the pre-war pornos replaced with ones from the Eighties. You can't have everything it seems. Regards Shakespeare
