Sylvia Groess and the spirit of the 1970s.

[RonaldGray]

If you google „Sylvia” in the web, you might find reports of an (obviously) Austrian gentleman who did some inquieries about a certain period of time that he calls „The Wild Seventies”. In some of his reports he mentions that he plans to write a book. His various reports seem to be pre-published chapters of that projected piece of literature. Reading some of his reports, it is Sylvia Groess who appears in the center of his research. A girl as a symbol for the wild, free and sometimes unrestrainted spirit of the 1970s – right there in a timeframe „when the pill was widely accepted and AIDS was not in sight,” as one of the contemporary witnesses put it.
What the author did is to contact people, who were contemporary witnesses. Mainly he talked to former assistants of various photographers. „Most of the photographers died meanwhile,” is how he explains his procedure, „but most of those than much younger assistants are still alive. The task is to find them!”

Among this people a guy appears who’s name is Uwe, a former copywriter in the ad industry. Accoring to the various reports, he joined the author as a partner. To my opinion „this little stories“ and the summery of the content is very interesting as a background to the coherent pictures. „Two girls and a dairy” is a first excerpt of one of those reports:

[RonaldGray]

Annegret was Sylvia’s girlfriend already at groundschool and they have been friends since then. My good and busy friend Uwe met her three weeks ago. He still does a lot of inquiry of journalistic eagerness.
Annegret was not the most prettiest girl of them all. She knew it, as she told Uwe, but she handled the fact very well. She was sexually very active and most of her friends could not understand, why an average looking girl always was seen with very good looking guys – with many of them.
When Sylvia and Annegret were teenagers, Annegret was the opposite of Sylvia. She started her sex-life very early, she went fast from heavy petting to „all the way”, while Sylvia waited long – as other friends of Sylvia already mentioned in other reports before.
Annegret was really proud of her affairs with very good looking man, while Sylvia was very shy and bashul. That suddenly changed – more or less from one day to the other - and when Sylvia had her affair with 63 year old photographer Teddy Kovrik, Sylvia’s sex-life turned really wild and unrestrained. Annegret is one more witness of time to attest, it was mainly the old photographer who changed Sylvia’s sex-life, who talked her into all kinds of sexual adventures - including kinky and perverted stuff - and all kinds of sexual encounters with male-models, amateurs, often strangers.
Annegret and Sylvia continuesly talked about their experiences.

Today – when Uwe talked to now 59 years old Annegret – she also mentioned, she kept a dairy. And she not only wrote her expierences into her book, but also a couple of the conversations she had with Sylvia. I like to quote a story from Annegret’s dairy. She called Uwe a couple of days after they met, to read from her diary:

At the end of the 24th of August 1980 Sylvia told Annegret: „Now I am a whore!” According to Annegret’s notes, Sylvia was sitting in a sidewalk café of a downtown icecream shop in the late afternoon that day, when she recognized a man watching her. He was a Spanish tourist who smiled at her a couple of times and a little later he approached her to have a seat at her table. He was a businessman from Barcelona, but his German was fluent. It did not take long until Sylvia realized the gentleman thought she is a hooker. (According to Annegret the reason might have been Sylvia’s always very sexy and slutty dressing style). At first Sylvia was a little shocked, but she also was a excited by the idea, the Spanish gentleman was mistaking her for a whore. Sylvia decided to play along for a while to see what will happen. The man from Spain very carefully approached the subject and never directly asked her for any service and Sylvia never answered in a straight way. But then he suddenly hit the point. He wanted to know how much she charges. Sylvia said „2.500!” Austrian Schilling (around 180 Dollars in 1980). The amount was twice the money a regular hooker would have charged in Vienna those days. Sylvia thought, that would mark the end of the game, but the Spanish Gentleman agreed. When they left the place to walk down the street, Sylvia’s thoughts went around different ideas how to exit „the game”. The man was more than twice her age and his looks were anything but attractive. He was not even very charming. After a short walk they stood in front of a small hotel – the point of no return. Minutes later inside the room he took 2.500 Schilling out of his wallet to put them on the table. The Spanish gentleman did not claim any special service, except he did not want to use a condom. He just wanted her to suck his dick, he fucked her fast, hard and full of passion, and finally he wanted her to suck again and to swollow his cum. Sylvia did. She took her fee and left.
Annegret told Uwe, she was very impressed. But it was no surprise to her, because after shy Sylvia suddenly started her active sex-life, she really jumped from man to man, soon to have more sexual affairs with more different men than Annegret collected in the years before. „She already fucked with some hundred men before the Spanish guy paid her for scewing her!” Annegret told Uwe, „and I asked her why she waited so long to earn some money with her sexual appetite!”

Annegret later told Uwe, it was not the first time, that Sylvia was playing a whore. It just was the first time that it happend in such a straight and professional way and that it happend on her very own personal decision.
Two years before when Sylvia was still together with than 63 year old Teddy Kovrik, it was him who talked her into an adventure were she played a whore. Dressed with just two shawls made of tulle around her bust and her hips, in long boots and wearing a leather jacket, Kovrik sent Sylvia walking around some side streets near Vienna’s Prater. He wanted her to act like a hooker, while he watched her and took photographs from a distant point of view. Whenever she was approached by a man, Sylvia should talk with him, to neogtiate her fee. It happend a couple of times – and after taking his shots, Kovrik appeared to explain everything was just fake, just part of a photo-shooting. After several encounters, Kovrik asked Sylvia to surprise the next wooer with the very little amount of 50 Schilling (about
$ 3,-). Sylvia did and Kovrik finally was so excited that he wanted her to play the game until the final. When the next John approached Sylvia, he went to him, explained „the photo shooting” but informed the man, Sylvia is a real hooker and he can have her for 50 Schilling. Sylvia went to a small hotel with the man to get fucked for small money, while the photographer waited outside. He did not even ask the wooer, if he would allow to be photographed while he is fucking the girl for such a small amount of money. Crazy Teddy Kovarick just wanted to find out, if Sylvia really does it and he was satiesfied by the idea, she really did! Later she had to tell him in all detail, what happened inside the room

Before that phone call, when Uwe met Annegret at a café, he also asked her, if she knows anything about an Italian porn-movie in which Sylvia appeard in a short scene as a pretty girl wearing long, black gloves and black high heels.
She enters a kind of a room in the basement of an old house where a fat, black midget is awaiting her...?



(This pic might be fake – it’s one of the pics to be found in the web – even if it is a cap of bad quality it shows Sylvia’s face more distinct than all others I have seen so far. My doubts are a little smaller now – but they are still there). So it could be really true what Uwe claims and Sylvia did appear in a 1980s Italian hard-core scene featuring a black midget)

Anyway - Annegret smiled. She did not know anything about an „Italian porn movie”, but she mentioned she knows that Sylvia fucked with a midget man more than once. There also was a black midget around in 1980 in a movie scene shot in Vienna. Sylvia told Annegret, that she was booked by a director she knew, who asked her to replace another girl in a film scene. It was a slapdash decision to be made – „get a taxi and come here!” Sylvia accepted the offer and went to the filmstudio at the given adress. There she learned that a casted porn-model refused to appear in a sex-scene with a freak, with a black midget - let alone to fuck with the guy. Sylvia described the little man as kind of big and very black, with the typical proportions of a dwarf, short arms and legs, big head and a very big belly. Sylvia later told Annegret, the guy was from the Netherlands, he was nice and friendly and equipped with a huge, hard prick. „At the first glance it is a bit strange to have a guy like this as company,” Sylvia told Annegret, „to kiss him, to suck his dick and to get fucked by such a little guy. But he also was kind of a good lover!” Sylvia told Annegret, that he was very good in fucking her, she liked the feeling of his big penis and how he was treating her with that dingbat. Sylvia actually liked it so much, that she went out with the little guy and stayed over night with him. In his hotelroom the midget fucked her a couple of times in one night!”
According to Annegret, the real strange feeling after all was just the time they were around in public, when they went to a restaurant and into some bars that night. Sylvia did not like how other people looked at her, when she appeared with a small black man.

Anyway. Uwe claims, it is Sylvia in the Italian film scene he provided some time ago. I am still not sure. But the whole situation and how Annegret described the looks of the midget fit very well into the scenery of the film. And it was not unusual that scenes in foreign fllms were shot in Vienna. It happened often with German productions and also some Italian films were partly shot in Austria.
When Uwe delivered, I also asked him, what it means, when Annegret told him „Sylvia fucked with a midget more than once?” Uwe is sure, she said that, but he did not realize, there might be some more interesting adventures. Like „Sylvia and the seven dwarfs!” After I mentioned my version of „Snow White” he turned very excited. Next time he
will ask Annegret, what „more than once” means, when it come to fucking with midgets.

(post scriptum: You'll find those stories elsewhere in the web. I meanwhile found the original writing as well - in German. The author's reports are written in Austrian-German. I did my best to translate them close to the author's intention. Please have patience with me and the fact, my English might not be perfect...)

[RonaldGray]

An important part of the mentioned inquiry about the „Wild and liberal Seventies” in general and model Sylvia Groess in special, is the work of Uwe D.
He is a retired copywriter of the ad industry. The report’s author wrote he knew him for a long time but he hasn’t seen him for ages. He also said: „A very long time ago I realized he looks like the guy wearing kind of harlequin make up in one of the pages of the „Black Mass” pictorial published by „seXclusiv” in the late 1970s. The magazine even mentioned his name to be the photographer, but Uwe never was. He was a writer. Knowing there must be more than two pages I am still searching for old issues of seXclusiv magazine. So I contacted Uwe. It was hard to find him, but finally I have been lucky. I talked to him on the phone. Yes, it was photographer Bernd-Peter Kubelka who created the „Black Mass” pictorial. Uwe met the man in 1978 at a party at the photographer’s studio in Vienna. They chatted and the photographer mentioned an upcoming shooting with a good looking model asking him, if he could imagine to be her male partner, a small fee included. Uwe liked the idea, agreed and became a model – for once in his life. This is how he met Sylvia. What a lucky guy! (He of cause kept an issue of the magazine, but unfortunately he lend it to a friend and never got it back - the old story).

This is Uwe's report:
„Kubelka wanted me to wear „someting black”. He also said, I could wear a mask or any make up to turn me into some misterious figure. I decided to be a harlequin and the photographer liked it. I met Sylvia at the set. She just looked beautiful. She was dressed in some kind of tatter – a black cloth tied round her hips and another one round her bust.
The photographer used spotlights instead of flash – and there was a black cross made of cardboard in front of the main lamp to project the sign into the scene. The idea behind the photography: An innocent girl is attacked by a mean beast. She is helpless at the sight of the misterious character who touches and undresses her. The monster tries to rape her but suddenly the girl turns the tables. She shanghais the beast and finally it is her who rapes him.
Somehow Sylvia really dropped into the situation acting as if it was for real. She was stone-still while I touched her tits, her hips and even fumbled between her legs. Her eyes wide open she delivered the impression of being really horrified.

I was a bit nervous at the shoot. It was the first time I acted in front of camera and I had to act in the company of a good looking nude girl. It was exciting of cause, but there was no sexual excitement at all. I liked the feeling of her nude skin, of her buxom juggs and I realized her sexual excitement – her pussy was really wet. But I did not have an erection at all. At the final I had to pull my pants down to lay on top of her. I could feel my limp penis touching her slit. I was insecure and nervous. Did she expect me to really hump her? What did the photographer want? It was more stress than pleasure – I tell you! Kubelka finally wanted to see her riding on top of me. We changed postions. I was on my back, Sylvia on top of me. I felt Sylvia’s fingers at my penis. It was embarrising – the girl tried to fumble my dick into her pussy and I was not able to deliver!
Bernd-Peter Kubelka was very happy with the results of his shooting. „Thank you, Sylvia, very well done. You look gorgeous! Thank you, Uwe! Good perfomance!” I will always remember his words. My performance was antything but good! I felt humiliated!

While his assistant Martin - a young guy of Sylvia’s age - was ordered to clear the set, the photographer opened a bottle of vine. I got dressed again, pulled my pants up and took my black sweater. I went to the bathroom to clean my face. When I came back I saw Sylvia sitting on a huge cushin on the floor smiling at me. She still was naked, just wearing a pair of gold colored high heel sandals. Kubelka was about to present a slide-show of some tests he previously did with Sylvia. I took a glass of vine to join the nude girl on the big cushin. It impessed me a lot how casual that girl behaved in her nudity, acting like as if it was a common behavior to hang around naked in a studio sharing some vine with some people. We watched a selection of almost a hundred slides presenting Sylvia nude on neutral light background. The girl sat next to me while I looked at her projected nude body – strange!
After a while I could not resist from slightly touching her – her arm first, her hips, her legs. She smiled at me a couple of times. When I had my hand already in her womb she said something like: „I experienced many men who are just a bit too nerveous to act in front of camera! It’s much easier for a girl to act as if...” Yes – the slut experienced MANY men in front of camera! She tried to be kind, but I was even more upset. I pushed my hand lower between her legs and said: „You don’t have to act – with a dripping wet cunt like that!”
We watched the rest of the pictures while I was already fingering her horny slit. Kubelka and the model still talked about the quality of some poses while Sylvia’s voice already had a husky kind of sound and a little moaning was to be heard. Just after the photographer finished his slide-show and switched off the Carousel, Sylvia moved closer. She pulled my pants down. The girl moved over and started to lick my dick. She was good, very skilfull. I forgot the presence of the photographer and his assistant and enjoyed how this girl sucked my cock. And I was just ready to make use of the opportunity and I finally did, what I already could have done at the shooting. I pushed her back, turned her around and I fucked Sylvia! She let it happen, she wanted it! It was amazing!

After the assistant left, Kubelka, Sylvia and myself were still hanging around drinking some more glasses of red vine. Bernd-Peter Kubelka was a very successful photographer in the 1970s. He was one of those who took care of the average advertising photography, catalogues, small ads, flyers, nothing fancy. But the majority of business is not at the high end. It is where Kubelka positioned himself. The average good looking blonde in an average bikini brochure. The man was stuffy looking guy in his late fourties, maybe early fifties and he walked with a limp. He was disabled because of his stiff left leg. Because of his many average good jobs for average good looking models, he also did a lot of nude photography. He had good access to the girls to persuade them to take their cloth off. He did a couple of pin up calandars – with Sylvia as well – and some sexy pictorials. The one we did was later publsihed in „seXclusiv”. They used my name as a credit for being the photographer. I never found out why. Kubelka just smiled when I asked him – he did not explain. But "seXclusiv” was cheap media anyway with not much reach.

After I fucked with Slyvia like an animal, the photographer made some jokes about my behavior at the shooting – and also about the fact I finally succeeded screwing her! Being a little inebriated meanwhile, I took it much easier now. We also ribbed nude Sylvia a lot, making dirty jokes about her, touching her all the time in bad-mannered fashion - to receive little girl’s giggle and goofy resistance. We had a lot of vine, we all were drunk and to me it appereared as very funny, when Kubleka suddenly turned the girl around, stepped behind her and started to fuck her from behind. It was just casual. The man treated the girl like an object and she just had fun while being treated like that. It also was kind of exciting to watch how this strange old man fuck that happy girl. Finally he turned her around, she went down on her knees and sucked his dick until he jerked off. She swallowed it all!
Sylvia and I left the studio together and I took her home to my place. I humped her again that night. Only later the next morning and still in bed and sober, I realized her behavoir from the night before. I asked her about her relationship with Kubelka. I received a big grin. „Bernd-Peter is a nice guy!” she finally stated, „but you are surprised I have sex with him! Because he is old, not good looking and he has a stiff leg? Come on! That is just an old fashioned male concept! You have a big belly as well – I still sucked your cock! Do you think, there is a difference between a good looking guy fucking me and Bernd-Peter fucking me? I have sex with him! I am not in love with him! We are friends, he is a good photograpgher and sometimes he needs some young meat! I am not as bitchy as most other models are. Bernd-Peter is good to me. I am good to him. That’s it!”
It's kind of a standpoint.

[RonaldGray]

By Kurt W.

(Kurt W. met Sylvia just at the time when she became a model – this story actually is the first in chronology – the background of a very early encounter)

Sylvia must have looked like this: An early advertising shot (1976) and a scene from one of her very first pictorial: „The Casting”.


„It was in 1975, in summer. „Exil” was the name of the club where most of my friends met late at night. The club opened at midnight and closed at eight in the morning. It was a very hot night in July 1975. I was with a group of a some friends sitting at a table when I spotted photographer Peter Baumann and his new girl at the bar. I already saw the couple nights before and I knew the girl is Baumann’s new spouse. To me she appeared as a pretty but a little tomboyish beauty with short dark hair. Sylvia was a student at the famous Hetzendorf fashion school. Usually Baumann’s girls were all models, long hair and blond, Sylvia was an exception. Standing at the bar the photographer flirted with a blond beauty. And I realized Sylvia was pissed. Of cause Baumann claimed his bahaviour as being „professional” - always looking for new talents - but you cannot expect your girl’s comprehension. Mike, also a photographer, realized the situation as well waving Sylvia to come to our table – and she came.
While she told Mike what an asshole Baumann is, the clique at our table suddenly decided to leave. Because it was such a hot and sticky night they all were about to leave to a private home. Susi and Hannes spontaneously invited the rest of the group to join them at their pool. Hannes was a successful businessman and everybody knew he used to serve first class vines. A couple of minutes later they all left the club. Mike was gone already, just Sylvia was still sitting there. I asked her to join us. „I hardly know the people!” she said. „It doesn’t matter, just join us!” I replied. Ignoring Peter Baumann still concentrated on the blonde, Sylvia joined me for the drive.
Susi and Hannes lived in a nice bungalow in suburban Döbling, surrounded by a big garden. While Hannes fetched some bottles of his best vines and Susi delivered glasses, most of the people were sitting down on comfortable lounge chairs at the terrace. Only Mike and two other guys immediately took their cloth off and jumped into the water, wearing boxershorts. Beside Susi and Sylvia there were two other girls. Both ignored the calling of the guys to join them in the pool. The girls preferred not to swim, only Sylvia was standing around undetermined. Being at the home of people she hardly knew she politly asked if the lady of the house would have some swimwear for her. Susi was a bit of a heavy lady, tending to be always cynical with slender females: She laughed at Sylvia stating she would fit into her bathing suit twice. „But my daughter’s bikini might fit!” „I try!” Sylvia said - not aware of the daughter’s age. Susi fetched the bikini. „My daughter is three,” she smirked, „but you may have it!” Sylvia disappeared into the house and came back wearing the little thing. Until this moment I was wondering, why Bauman was together with a short haired tomboyish girl. Now I saw her body. And I remembered Peter’s common phrase: „What really counts are the bells when they are ringing!” („Ringing bells” is Viennese slang for big, firm tits). Sylvia's body and her bells were sheer splendor. The tiny bikini did not fit her at all. The top could hardly cover her tits, the panties were stretched to the extreme. But Sylvia jumped into the pool and I decided to follow her. Like the other guys I was wearing my underpants. Four guys around a girl in a tiny bikini – easy to imagine how we splashed and played around with her. Frolic in the water, climbing out of the basin or jumping back in, the bikini top was overstrained and released the two sugar melons again and again until one of us just pulled the thing off. A little later Sylvia climbed out of the pool, pulled the panties down covering her naked body with a towel. For a while we all were sitting there, talking, drinking, smoking. Sylvia was in a conversation with one of the blokes for quite some time, when they both stood up walking around the garden. It was dark and they disapperad a little in the distance, but one could still see the white towel, until it fell down. When they came back, Hannes stated: „Nothing beats an early morning fuck!”
Ten minutes later the guy who probably fucked her in the garden was the first who left. So I decided to approach Sylvia for a little chat. She was still wearing the towl...”
At this point Kurt ended his story.
Uwe looked at him asking: „And what happened after that?“ Kurt just grinned cryptically. „You also took her for a walk in the garden, did you?“ Uwe asked again. „Yes I did,“ Kurt replied, „it was a little shabby, but I was already drunk and just wanted to take my chances. So I asked her if we should walk a little. She just shrugged her shoulders and we went. While walking around I asked what has happend before when she disappeared with the other guy. „We had some fun!” she replied in a most innocent way. I stopped, looked at her and pulled down the towel – there was no sign of resistance. She really was very beautiful and also very easy. We did it in the grass in a far corner of the garden. When we later arrived back at the terrace most of the people left already. I remember Hannes explaining: „They just did not want to find out who is next!”
I also wanted to leave and asked Sylvia to come with me, offering to bring her home or to go to my place. Hannes said, she also could stay at his place, so she asked me, where I live. When I stated my address Sylvia said: „In the morning it will be more easy for me if I stay here!” I offered her to take her wherever she needs to go in the morning but she decided to stay. When I left, the last thing I saw was Sylvia taking off the towl again jumping into the pool naked!”
„You don’t think she also fucked with Hannes as the third in a row?” Uwe asked, „Hannes was married with Susi!” „Trust me,” Kurt answered, „I know there were some sex-parties taking place in that house! This couple cultivated the liberal attitute of the late 70s. I am sure Sylvia did not sleep in a guest room or on the sofa! They ended up in bed together. With his wife, next to his wife or somewehere else! But she for sure was fucked again that night for sure!”

[RonaldGray]

By Mike G.
(Mike is a major character to appear in various tales of different witnesses)


Just before christmas I met an old photographer at a Vienna market. His name is Mike Glienke and he was one of the best talents in the 70s. He now is 82 years of age. At the peak of his career he was in his mid 40s. We had a glass of vine at a market-restaurant and I asked him about his archives –
I thought I can find some more pics of Sylvia. Most of Mike's archive – he told me - is lost according to water damage in his former studio he gave up ten years ago. But he turned sentimental when I asked him about Sylvia Groess. Oh yes! He remembers her well:

„She always came to me whenever she needed photos for her book. And she always was very kind when I asked her in for tests – she was the best nude model in those days and like most photographer I loved nude photography too. I also was in love with her and she knew. I was too old and also not really a good looking guy – more the opposite. It took me years to accept, that all other photographers had their affairs with models, but all these models been asking me when it came to shoot pictures for their model books. That also appeared to Sylvia...
I humped her a couple of times including some blow jobs, but this was just casual and because she was kind. I was really in love with her. Once we spent a longer weekend in a very old and romantic guesthouse in a remote area of Austria - Southeast of Vienna, close to the iron curtain. This guesthouse was still left in the style of the turn of the 20th century. I took pictures of her, wonderful black and white photos, hundreds of them, a beautiful nude girl in and around this old guesthouse. She was also riding my grey horse on a paddock, nude, only wearing black boots and no saddle on the horseback. She was not very experienced in horseback riding, but she did just fine. And I took wonderful pictures. It also was a weekend of passionate sex I will never forget...”
After Mike romanticized endlessly about this weekend, he finally came up with a little story about a job he once did with Sylvia:
„I remember the job for machinery company, plastic molding. A new technical invention was loading the feedstock from the side instead of the top. Like in hundreds of other ad campaigns of those days, they also used the term „topless” for this technology. A press conference was planned by (a well known PR firm) and they wanted to illustrate the line „now topless” (In German „oben ohne” – no top or top without... – in this case the loading system) with a picture of a topless model.
Sylvia was looking great when she appeared in the studio. Beside me and my assistant, there was (the owner of the PR firm), a real, big man with sweat on his face running down in rivers, two younger men from his company and five clients. It was always the same those days: Whenever I had a job with a nude or semi nude model, you have the advertising department on company outing that day.
Sylvia disappeared to the bathroom to refresh her make up and she came back only wearing a tiny thong. She really had a pair of round, firm tits swinging up and down with every move she made - you can imagine the looks of the men! I started shooting – to get me right: It was business as usual - just a simple topless picture to be delivered to the press, no big shooting. Anyway: It was Sylvia and her nice tits and I thought of a little bonus for my client. Her thong was white. The picture detail was only the upper part of the body. But I told her, the white thong is reflecting too much light, there is a flare in the photos. The tiny white triangle between her legs could not have this effect at all, but I told her, to choose someting darker instead. Of cause she did not bring a choice of clothing to a topless shoot and because I did not have an alternative, she just smiled and pulled the thong down. „Is that better?” she said with a big grin.
The amount of sweat on (the big man’s) face doubled instantly. I shot another four films – 36 exposures each. I asked the client if he had seen someting he likes – a common phrase, but the feedback was a grin on each and every face. And (the big man) said: „Maybe some more different poses!” I already did a sum of eight films, 288 variations, it was a simple shot, the model standing on neutral background, more a question of the expression in her face than a variation of poses. Anyway – it was the time I had this phase of having a very simple wooden stand, a kind of an Ikea timber jack as a single object on neutral backgrounds. I liked the variations when a model is posing on such a thing. My assistant moved the wooden stand in and Sylvia started riding on it. I have been working with her many times and I already knew, how her heat is turning up the longer she is posing nude. You can see her nipples grow and her pussy almost starts dripping. Sylvia really loves to show and it makes her horny. I knew I would not use any of the photos I was shooting now. The one shot for the press already was taken long before...
Eight men – ten including my assistant and myself – watching the performance of a very hot slut! That’s what it was! And it was so typical Sylvia! She posed, turned around over the wooden stand, bending forward,
presenting her nice ass and the wet gleaming pussy between her legs! She started exercising on the wooden stand, turned the simple thing into a pole of a strip tease stage, showed every pose possible and she had a lot of fun doing this. The girl even fell down twice, laying on the floor, laying there with her legs spread wide and laughing...
She turned my shooting into a horny liveshow that went on for almost 20 minutes, until I decided to stopped it...


(This two pictures from a 1978 shooting – when Sylvia obviously was as hot and horny as at the shooting in this story – might give an impression of the show presented to those ten lucky guys...)

After finishing the shoot, I had a short, final conversation with the client about the further procedure, when I will deliver a choice of pics and so on, while Sylvia was still hanging around nude, smoking a cigarette. Shortly after the eight guys left the studio – everybody giving hand to Sylvia. Another situation worth some photos, a formal behaviour of people, but with a naked girl in the scene sitting there to bid farewell to almost strangers.
The minute they left, Sylvia went down on her knees, opened my pants and started to suck my dick. It was amazing how greedy she was for a cock, any cock! I am into tit fucking, I love to fuck big tits, and Sylvia never before allowed me to do it as intensive as at that afternoon. We had a couple of quickies before, we spend a weekend in bed in that old romatic guesthouse, but this time was the best sex I ever had with her! It was so strange: I was suffering from lovesickness for such a long time. I was in love with a girl far out of reach. But beside my lovesickness, the girl allowed casual sex sometimes. No consequence, just casual – how about a blowjob, Mike? Want to fuck me, Mike? Come on, do it! This kind...
And than this hot afternoon! It was a paradox!”

[RonaldGray]

Peter Baumann was one of the most popular photographers in Austria. The peak of his career was between 1974 and the late 80s. He did a lot of good and very acknowledged advertising and editorial photography in the early years of his career. In 1977 he started to work for the German issue of Playboy magazine.„Die Madeln von Wien” (Girls of Vienna) was his first contribution. In the 1980s he shot at least 20 Playmate pictorials for Playboy.
In the late 1970s he bought a property in Tunisia. A big hacienda with a home, a studio and a guesthouse surrounded by high white walls was build by a local contractor. The property is located right at the beach near the city of Zarzis in the far Southeast of Tunisia, close to the border with Libya. In the 1990s it became more quiet around his work. Still holding his studio in Vienna and also a small apartment he spent most of the time in his house in Tunisia. At the end of 2009 he died there, 62 years of age.

Michael T. used to be Peter Baumann’s assistent from 1979 to 1982. I called him to ask if he has any idea who the true hear of all Baumann’s belongings – mainly his archives – could be. Michael had no idea. I did not mention Sylvia, he brought her up when we were talking about the past, the „special” attitude of the photographer and the way he treated models...
(You may check youtube – „Models” by U Seidl. Seidl is an Austrian director, in his movie „Models” Baumann appears as himself) Here is a short version of the story Michael told me – must have been quite an adventure:

„In May 1980 the house in Zarzis was still under construction,” Michael told me to give an example of all the chaos he experienced working for Peter Baumann, „we went there by car many times. He brought all kinds of stuff from Vienna to Zarzis, from bathroom tiles to furniture and a lot of other things. In 1980 he discovered an old Dodge military truck in Vienna, a pick up from the 50s. It was a left over from US army stocks, looked after by a collector who offered it for sale. Baumann bought it. His idea was to take the car to Zarzis to have an adequate vehicle for the desert.
In July 1980 big jobs were on the schedule, three or four weeks, a Playmate shoot first and also an advertising job for sporty underwear. We packed the Dodge and the Jeep – his regular car was a Jeep Renegade - with a lot of stuff to drive to Tunisia. Peter wanted to start working with a model who should become a Playmate. Later a second model for the fashion job would fly to nearby Djerba. The Playboy job was planned for a long time already. The model was Sylvia Groess. She actually never became a Playmate, even if Peter did a very nice pictorial, great photography, wonderful pictures of her. But Playboy refused her later, because she did so many other sex pictorials before and was not only considered to be a nude model, but also kind of a porn model. Anyway – Baumann asked Sylvia to travel with us and she agreed. There was also a friend of Peter, who went there for vaccation and Hannes, another friend who just bought a motocross bike and wanted to test it in the desert. He actually went to Tunisia on a bike! We met a the studio early in the morning and left Vienna as a convoy. Peter, Gert and Sylvia in the Jeep, Hannes on his bike and I was ordered to drive the truck. Peter was the boss. I will never forget how Sylvia appeared, wearing a short woolen cardigan, short in the sense of baring her midriff, very tight khaki pants and beige boots. The light cardigan was also very tight, plunching neckline and only two big buttons to close it in front. The truck was a pain to drive, hard, very loud and very slow. 50 mph on the motorway and you are the slowest vehicle by far - more like a moving obstacle than part of traffic.


(A data sheet from 1980 – a test shoot Baumann did just before he took Sylvia to Tunisia)

We started early reaching the Italian border in around 5 hours, having late lunch in Tarvisio. It was a very hot day, I had to drive the bloody truck and I had to drive it alone. It was Sylvia who had pity on me. After lunch in Italy she tried to talk Gert into driving with me, but the Jeep was more fun. So Sylvia decided to bear my company. From now on Sylvia was sitting next to me in the truck. Peter had enough of slow driving. „We meet in Genoa!” he said when we left the restaurant...
It was a very hot day and now Sylvia shared the discomfort. The matt military painted cabin in bright sunlight heated up like an oven. The simple plastic seats turned into sweat puddles. Two and a half hours from the Austrian border to pass Venice. We did not talk much along the way. After a while Sylvia decided: „My pants are really wet, I take them off!” And she did. Sylvia was sitting next to me, naked bum on a very hot seat, pants hanging behind her. To her it was nothing special in sitting there half naked, but I was excited. It was more a joke when I said: „Why don’t you take your top off as well!” „Good idea!” she replied and took it off. Just after Udine we were on the motorway and Sylvia lounging next to me completly naked, she was just wearing her boots. You have to know her to imagine the situation. She really had nice tits, big enough to wobble and shake all the time, because the suspension of the Dodge was merciless. She was a nude model with a very frivolous attitude!
We passed Venice – three more hours to Milan and a tollboth in front. Sylvia did not care at all. The guy in the booth grinned and said something in Italian - maybe: „A hot day today!” Somewhere between Venice and Milan I drove the Dodge into a parking area. I needed a rest and some fresh air. Sylvia did not care to put her cloth back on. She was so easygoing in her nudity, she did not care about men watching her. We were sitting in the grass next to the truck for half an hour sharing a bottle of dreadful warm water.
I pretended to treat the situation as just normal not staring at her attractive offers, but I was totally excited, absolutely turned on. It was after eight in the evening when we passed Milan, taking the Autostrada del Sol South to Genoa. An almost two hour drive in that thing. It was already dark, when we finally reached the city. Just before the motorway ended Sylvia put her cardigan back on. A little later we reached the port and the cheap hotel at the harborfront, where rooms were booked. Gert and Hannes were sitting in front of the hotel on a bench drinking beer. Sylvia climbed out of the truck holding her pants in her hands to pull them on in the middle of the street. The two men obviously enjoyed the view. We called Peter at his room for a late dinner. It was Sylvia who told the guys: „It was so hot in that truck I had to take my cloth off!” From now an everybody made jokes about naked Sylvia in a military truck. At the hotel only three rooms were booked. Peter was in one, Hannes and Gert shared another and I was full of hope I could share the third room with Sylvia. Bad luck! Sylvia went with Peter, even if he was very drunk.
Early the next morning Hannes and I bought the tickets for the Ferry to Africa. We drove the cars and the bike in a long line of vehicles waiting in front of the ferry landing. Sylvia seemed to be informed. She went shopping. Later she arrived at the line of waiting cars with her luggage in one hand, a shopping bag in the other - and with bare boobs. Her cardigan was open and pulled down. She attracted a lot of attention amoung the people waiting at the ferry landing – a girl walking along cars and trucks topless was considered as a diverting distraction. Sylvia was laughing when telling us a group of young Italian guys offered to help her with the bags when she walked across the huge square at the port. She irgnored the boys, but they were runnig around her. Suddenly one of them pulled the cardigan off her shoulders. „I could not drop my bags!” Sylvia explained, „they would haven stolen them!” So she decided to walk the rest of her way topless.
The ferry trip lastet about 26 hours. And Sylvia shared the cabin with Peter - a couple of years before they been together for some time. There was still a lot of sex with the ex after they separated. Most of the time on the ferry we spent on deckchairs. Sylvia topless, just wearing a tiny string she bought in
Genoa. I belive she was the main attraction on the vessel. We reached Tunis
at the morning of the next day.
North Africa is a different thing for a girl dressed like Sylvia. Peter advised her to put on a more appropriate outfit to cover more of her body but she ignored him. Border police and customs looked at her of cause, but they accepted her outfit with irritation. Tunisia is a tourist country after all...
North Africa was even hotter than Italy and we had to drive from Tunis to the very far Southeast. The first part of the driving was a straight road through the desert to Kairouan and further to As Suhyrah, where we would hit the coast again. It is not that far, but according to the condition of the road and the African traffic I really had to drive slow. It was extremely hot inside the truck. Sylvia did not dare to take her cloth off again. But we both needed a break every 20 minutes. We stopped in little villages along the road to buy some soft drink. Sylvia attracted so much attention every time she stepped out of the truck. You have to imagine a Arabian country in 1980, most of the woman veiled, Sylvia in very short pants, long naked legs and a nude belly...
Before we saw the ocean again in the late afternoon we stopped at a kind of an oasis. A single abandoned house, the ruin of a former tavern and a couple of palm tress and bushes around it. I parked the Dodge. I was told not to leave the car unguarded, but here in the middle of nowhere we walked a little further until we found a nice place in the shadow of some palm trees. I remember Sylvia saying, we should have driven a little longer until we reach the ocean again for a swim. I asked her about her realtionship to Peter and she told me, that she has sex with him quite often. „It’s the only language he understands,” she said, „if he is not drunk!” I smiled and she added: „Espaciallly when he is drunk!” This brought us to casual sex like she often had with Peter. She talked about it as if it she would talk about any social behavior. And suddenly she said: „Shall we do it?” Recognizing the surprise in my face she smiled: „I never done it underneath a palm tree in the desert!” And she took her cloth off!
I never did it underneath a palm tree in the desert as well. We stayed at „our oasis” for more than an hour. It was sponteneous sex, but no quickie at all. And it was very special – somehow very romatic, having sex under palm trees in the North Sahara! Later we were just sitting there for a while and suddenly Sylvia discovered the place as being a good location. She stood up walking towards the abandoned house. I pulled my trousers back on, shouted: „Wait!” But she disappeared inside the house – naked in her boots. Besides of scorpions and other insects, you often find locals quietly sitting somewhere in the shadow, under a tree or in such a ruin. I followed her. There was nothing in the ruin, just garbage and dirt. But Sylvia continued to explore the vicinity. She craweld through some dry bushes and on the other side was nothing but wide open land, sand and rocks, the Northern Sahara. Sylvia walked around in the desert completely nude and this was Northern Africa. I freaked out, shouting at her to come back. But she just laughed and started to run. „Catch me!” she shouted, running back into the direction of the road, where a small donkey cart was in sight, two people walking next to it. Sylvia came close to the road - watched by those two men – but just before she reached them she went back to the palm trees to collect her belongings. For her it was just fun, but I was close to having a heart attack.
After that adventure we had one more hour to drive to reach the coast. It was already sunset. Here we stopped again next to the beach. We both went swimming nude – it is quite dangerous in Tunisia, but she did not care, so I tried to be reckless as well.


(Just to imagine her – Sylvia three years earlier in Hawaii)

It was already dark when we got back in the truck again. Two more hours on small bumpy roads and we finally reached the studio. Peter and also Hannes on his motocross bike arrived at the house already around noon, asking us, where we have been. I told Peter, he will find out driving the Dodge the first time under the Tunisian sun...
The following week was more of a vaccation than work. Most of the time we were hanging around at the beach. In the early morning and late afternoon Peter did his photos of Sylvia, sometimes near the house or at the beach, sometimes we drove into the desert and one afternoon we shooted at a hotel pool. Peter had the permission and the guest of the hotel had a bit of variety in their daily vacation entertainment.
Sylvia and I, we had a special relationship. Peter was known for his rude behavior when he was working with models. He used a really dirty language all the time. Whenever we worked I had the role of the nice guy and a friend. But that was it. We did not have sex again in all three weeks. One night Sylvia had a very loud argument with Peter, I don’t know what the fight was all about, but Gert appeard to seperate the two. Shortly after all three went into the room and closed the door. The next day Gert raved about a wild threesome - I was really disappointed. After one week Claudia arrived, a very sweet blond model. She was booked together with Sylvia for the fashion job to become Peter’s next victim. We all could witness how hard he worked to get Claudia into his bedroom, but he never suceeded. So it was Sylvia again every night - she must have felt like being just second choice. It made me sick to watch this!”

[RonaldGray]

Still following my almost jounalistic research to find publications and – above all – videos in useable quality, I heard of photographer Ulli P. Today he is specialized on architectual photography – far from girlie mags. I was told, he owns a huge video collection. I found him in the yellow pages. To tell it up front: He doesn’t have any videos of the kind I have in mind. But he met Sylvia in 1978. Here is, what he told me:

„I was an freelance assistant for photography and film in the late 70. In 1978 I was appointed to a great job as camera assistent at the production of a television play for ORF (Austrian National TV). 4 weeks of shooting! The title of the movie was „Die Riesen im Dorf” (Giants in a village). The story was about a little village near Vienna, ruled by a powerful man, owner of a huge mill, main employer and major of the village. One day a real estate developer buys an old farm house in the village and moves there. He has money, political influence and he starts to „help my new home town” with his political network. Suddenly there are „two giants” in the village – the beginning of a drama that ends with a dead mayor. The two men are very different. The mill owner is an old fashioned guy, connected to all local traditions such as the shooting club or the church choir. The real estate developer is a rich and vain man, presenting himself as a modern politician and backroom boy. In the scipt there is a main event early in their fight for influence. A scene at the annual marksmen’s festival. In the evening there is the usual beer event in the ballroom of a local pub hall. Stuck in traditions men are getting together, brass band and a lot of beer, but no women. To illuminate the event a little the real estate guy invites his secretary Gabi to appear at the event – almost a sacrilege. And he even tops that: As a midnight highlight his slutty secretary Gabi will dance a strip tease, because she „is a natural talent” and the men’s event needs „some refinement”. A clash of cultures!
The ballroom scene was shot in the afternoon on location just outside Vienna. The production casted men from different shooting clubs, amateurs as extras, all showing up in their typical green uniform-style outfits. Sylvia Groess was booked for the role of Gabi. She was not an actor at all! But there was only a short scene in the office of the real estate broker – shot two days later – when he is inviting her to do him the favor. The main reason for booking Sylvia was her nude body - the nude model of choice in those days, so the production booked her for obvious reasons. More than 50 men as film extras – free beer plus a free strip tease show as their fee - a real brass band and the actors, two giants of the village and some other supporting actors.

Sylvia is the most shameless person I ever saw in front of camera. She just loves to do what she was booked for, it was breathtaking. And she also has talent as an actor. She was really good playing the slutty secretary in her little red dress, how she giggled when the real estate broker asked her „at midnight” to do what she does best, how she pretended to be bashful at the beginning and than started to dance like a pro. We did a pilot of the whole scene first, a couple of close up scenes later. Sylvia had to do the whole show twice, she had to dance and she took her cloth off. Most of Sylvia’s nudity was covered by heads and shoulders in front of camera – after all, it was a scene for national TV. At the final edited film, there is only a glimpse of tits and ass...
On the other hand, we are talking about the late 1970s: No successful TV production without a nude scene, that was standard in those days, a must! At the shooting it was full nude Sylvia dancing. What a great body, big, firm tits, a nice ass, she really was a tasty morsel – reflected by the looks of all the men. Finally Sylvia was standing there in her red high heels, completely nude – and she loved it! After the pilot was filmed, Sylvia got dressed again and started from the beginning. We did various close ups, looks, details. This time her show lasted much longer because the camera had to move. Finally she was nude again and the director again staged a couple of scenes including some interaction with the men. This should have been the end of the scene: The real estate guy took her into his arms, covering her with her dress. Cut!

But the director came up with the idea to extend the scene a little. Motivated by her steamy apperance, I am sure. She just is a wonderful smutty bitch. The director explained the scene he had in mind: Because of the positive reaction of all men (except the rival, of cause) and the buzz in the ballroom, the real estate broker guides the nude girl to step up on top of the table. There were four long tables in front of a small stage with the brass band, guest on both side, VIP’s right in the middle. At first the director wanted her to dance on top of the table, but that was too obvious, too much nudity. Finally the camera was set on the lower end of the table. The director’s idea was, that Sylvia - down on her knees - creeps along the table towards camera. From point of view of camera you see her approaching - face, hair, shoulders and a little bit of her tits. Men sitting on both sides were told to take beerglasses and ashtray out of her way – so hands and objects would cover a bit of her body. This side was good for a TV play...
In real life, Sylvia was creeping along the table on all fours. The men sneering at her ass when she was passing by presenting her pussy. I tell you, she loved it! It was not that she just did it! No! She did it with enthusiasm, how she was moving while creeping along on top of the table like a cat in heat. Her big tits swinging like bells, her cunt drippy wet, shimmering in the limelight. After the scene was filmed once, the director wanted her to do it again – with more provoking looks of her and the men also touching her from behind. He said, it might be too much, but he wants to see it. The director got carried away. We shot 35 mm, not video. Shooting this scene again and again was a waste of money! Sylvia climbed off the table, walked back and did it again. You should have seen all the faces, when the nude girl walked back, her jugs swinging! And how she posed climbing back on top of the table. First the men touched her only a litte, a smack on her nude ass here and then, but a little later they started to grab, moving fingers more to the center, even fingering at her pussy. The whole thing went far over the top. But there was not a single reaction from Sylvia, she did not twitch once, no rolling of her eyes, nothing! She was just creeping along even more provocative, much slower and really horny...
I was young, about her age, I was shocked! How can a pretty girl like her allow, what happened here?! How can she enjoy it?!


This must have been everybody’s view while Sylvia crept along the table.

At the end of the scene that lasted for far more than five minutes, she was sitting there just in front of camera, bend down a litte more, her head almost down on her arms and her ass up in the sky, legs spread. The director grinned, all the guys where looking. Nobody told her to stand up, to climb off the table. There was a lot of whispering in the hall, some laughing and also some dirty comments and even more laughs. Somehow it must have be a little humilitating to her, but the girl did not care. It was not long until the director told her, the scene is finished, she may step off the table. So she did. She looked at us all around the camera asking: „Was it good or shall I do it again?” I will always remember her saying this – standing there, strands of wild curly hair hanging down her cute face and very hard nipples upright on her firm tits. „Would you like to do it again?” the director asked with a grin. She shrugged with her shoulders – her tits waggled like jelly: „If you want me to do it!” she smiled. „I want to to do it the other way round!” the director grinned. She looked at him first and then she asked: „Ass to the camera?” Imagining the scene for a moment she then added: „Not on TV! You will see my pussy all the time!” „We can try. We might be lucky and they accept the scene. That would be a sensation!” I had the feeling she thought about it again and she finally stated: „We can try. I do it, if you want!” The director smiled and told her, he would never get a job again, if she does it.

Sylvia smiled at all men standing around her, walked back to the staring point to just pull the little red dress over. She looked very sexy sitting there drinking beer and smoking a cigarette. And all the men looking at her with this expectend little looks, their eyes telling: „What would happen if I just ask her....?”

„Did you date Sylvia after the shooting?” I finally asked Ulli. No, he did not. „Sylvia left a little after the scene was done. But I met her again. It was much later, at least a year after the shooting. I saw her dancing in a club – in a „disco” as they called it in the 1970s. I saw her dancing in a very tight yellow dress, very sexy, actually a little bit too revealing. I approached her, but she did not recognize me until I mentioned „our shooting”. We had a drink, we talked and danced and later I took her to my place. When we entered my appartment she looked around first and the next thing she did was to slip out of her dress. I already recognized at the club she did not wear anything underneath – her tits, her nipples shining through and also a little black triangle that definitely was not part of her underwear. Sylvia was a steaming hot pigeon. And she was very dirty – we did all kinds of things and even if I had her only that one night, I always remember her as the first girl I ass-fucked. She was down on all fours and I made jokes while I fucked her doggy-style. I said: ‚When you moved along the table on all fours like a bitch, a real sex-scene would have been the next step!” She started to fantasize the situation, how horny it would have been to have some men behind her on top of the table. ‚They groped my tits and pussy anyway, having no inhibitions at all! I am sure some of them would have humped me as well!’ I got really horny about her fantasies and asked her, if she actually would have done it. She said ‚No!’ and ‚Yes!’ and ‚I don’t know, but I might have done it!’ And after she said, she might have done it, if the director would have asked and after she fantasized a little about the men, who mainly were amateurs and extras, and how it would have been, if some were on top of the table to fuck her from behind, she suddenly said: ‚Fuck my ass! Do it!’
The next morning after Sylvia left, I recalled the situation and her words. She was pretty, but she also was a spoilt hussy – any dick in her snatch appeared as common to her as shaking hands with somebody!”

This is the story that Ulli P told me, the third of my contemporary witnesses. By the way, I recall seeing „Giants in a village” on TV. I remember the scene being very innocent compared to other TV scenes of the late 70s – namely German productions. What was left was just a little nude scene, her body hidden behind shoulders, heads, beerglasses and anything put between the camera and the nude girl.

And something in addition: The titel of that TV play refers to the title of an Italian drama by Luigi Pirandello: „Giganti della montagna!“ (Giants of the mountain/Die Riesen vom Berge). But I think this Drama was never published in English. You might know „Sei Personaggi in Cerca d’Autore” (Six Characters in Search of an Author).

[RonaldGray]

By Uwe D.

Uwe D – meanwhile the author’s partner in inquiry of facts and events of the 1970s – was also Sylvia’s photo partner at the shooting of „Black Mass” (See above: Adventure No 2). After Uwe reported about the ongoings at the photo-shoot, the author asked him: „Did you see her more often after your shooting?”
„A couple of times!” he replied. And he recalled the houseparty of a famous Viennese vinyard pub. „Heurigen” they are called, Austrian dialect for „this year’s”. That is, what they serve – fresh vine from this year’s barrels – last year’s vintage. A very famous Heuriger in the district of Grinzing throw the annual house-party with a lot of celebreties. Uwe went there with a good friend. It was early 1979. Much later that evening Sylvia appeared at the party:
„She told me she just came from a photoshoot,” Uwe related, „and she was looking just great, wearing satin jeans and a cheeky baseball cap in glimmering old rose. Her top was black tulle, very transparent, her bust slightly hidden under an open vest, black and silver striped. I will never forget this outfit. The eyes of all male guest where focused at her for the rest of the evening, while all female guest irgnored her or sent her looks full of contempt.
Very much later we ended up at a table together with some other guests. One of them was (I call him Felix, a well known businessman, who owned a large chain of pastry- and coffee shops in Austria). Just after midnight Felix sensed the party's final as being boring, suggesting to change location. He invited everybody at the table to his favorite nightclub. So we went: Felix and his two adult sons, two of Felix’s friends - both of his age – me and my friend, three other guys - one was the bloke who invited Sylvia to the party – and Sylvia of cause, the only girl in the group...
It was only a ten minutes drive to get there in in two taxis, a nightclub in the 9th district of Vienna. The place called „Chelsea” was almost empty. Three or four guests and a number of hostesses, greeting Felix as a regular guest. Champagne was served and two good looking hostesses were joining us. Actually the nightclub was as boring as the final of the house-party. Sylvia’s company of that evening asked the hostesses to add some atmosphere in performing a strip tease. The two ladies rejected. The guy tried to persuade them and Sylvia joined in. She was both blunt and excited leading to even more resitance of the two B-girls. Finally Sylvia offered to join the two in performing a strip-tease. What an offer! We all were excited, except the two hostesses. It would have been sensational watching Sylvia performing a strip tease in a nightclub, but she refused to do it alone. A little later – after all present men tried to persude Sylvia to show her performance with or without the company of the two B-girls - Felix advanced to leave the nightclub and to continue the party at his private home. He paid off the hostesses at the club inviting everybody to his partyroom at home...
We drove there - followed by two hostesses in a third cab - ending up in the basement of Felix’s fancy house at the hills of the Viennese Woods. Three seniors, seven younger guys, Andrea and Iris, two B-girls and obviously hookers as well, and Sylvia! Music was on, vine was served, Felix danced with hostess Iris and Sylvia’s company once again demanded a strip tease show. He wanted her to perform the dance she offered before. It didn’t take long to persude her. Shortly after the music was turned louder, everybody took a seat and Sylvia started dancing. She was a little drunk and a little woobly on her feet, her seductive looks were a little too exaggerated and when she went down to pull off her boots to pull off her pants, she looked a little clumsy. But then she put the boots back on and finally she danced nude. There was nothing wobbly anymore except her big tits and she also went down to the cold stone floor to writhe on the floor, creeping and rolling around, spreading her legs wide to present her most horny poses. One of the guys broke a huge red candle off a candleholder reaching it to her – you can imagine what she did...


Just to illustrate the event: Images of one of her many strip tease performances conducted a couple of month earlier in Sept. 1978.

After a lasting performance with a big red candle deep in her cunt, Sylvia fell into the arms of her company while one of Felix’s senior friends invited hostess Iris to dance with him. The elderly gentleman undressed the blond girl while they danced. Sylvia's company started to fiddle around, took her on his lap and shortly after they had sex in front of everybody. Only Andrea, the other B-girl, refused to get undressed...
It was late, we all were very drunk. A little later the dancing couple disappeared. Felix’s two sons decided to look for them. They seemed to be annoyed, because they did not want anybody to use any other room but the basement. I joined them to be polite – I wanted to calm down the situation. We found the two in a bedroom. It took a while to talk, to create a cease-fire.
When we finally came back to the party room, the atmosphere was almost bizarre. Hostess Andrea was asleep in the arms of one of the guys. The others were just hanging around half asleep – except Felix and Sylvia. Sylvia was laying on the huge wooden table, old man Felix stood in front fucking her. Her longs legs with her long boots on his shoulders, 50 plus year old Felix screwed the young model with passion...
He was not the only one! He finished with moans of pleasure and pulled his dick out of her. A younger guy stood up immediately to rush to the table. Seconds after Felix finished his turn the next guy fucked the girl. I watched the scene, watched the buxom body moving on the wooden table, saw her big tits moving back and forth and turned horny as well. After her friend screwed her first, after old man Felix followed by a younger guy, I was number four to fuck Sylvia and I also did it on top of the table. I remember the broad grin I received when I stood in front of her pulling down my trousers. That girl really was oversexed – enjoying one dick after the other! Sylvia was very drunk, she really was laying on the table waiting for everybody to fuck her!
Iris, the hooker, got dressed again after Felix’ sons brought her and her lover back to the party-room, her collegue Andrea was sleeping and the only girl not being paid for her service did the hooker’s job.
The good-looking guy who was Sylvia's company of choice for that night, left the party while I was busy with his girl. He went in the company of both sons. Also the two hostesses called a cab and left a little later. After I screwed Sylvia I wanted to go home as well – it was close to five o’clock in the morning meanwhile. But I also was determined to take care of Sylvia, to take her home after all this. But the nude girl in hot looking overknee boots was chatting with an older man on an cushioned bench opposite the table, giggling and laughing all the time while the old fart fumbled her humps. When he opend his trouser, the horny girl skidded down in front of him to suck his dick. I sat there, drinking, smoking and watching pretty Sylvia doing „her job” - it took ages until she finished the old fart. After she carefully licked all juices off his dick, he stroked her hair as if she was a little schoolgirl he had to praise. I was fairly upset. I went to her and told her she has to get dressed now and I will take her home. So she finally did. The satisfied old bloke smirked at me saying „she just is a sweet little girl and nice to everybody!” Very nice, indeed! It was almost six o’clock in the morning...
A couple of hours later, already afternoon the following Sunday, we had brunch together. Sylvia suffered from a bad hangover. I told her, what I have seen the night before and she just said: „It was a sex-party, so what?!” I told her, she was fucked by almost everybody. She answered with a shrug and added: „Everybody, for sure! You had your share as well!”

This is what Uwe told me, more or less in his words. I said: „It’s what you dreamed!” He laughed. „i did not dream it. I was there! I was with her all the time until the next day! I felt asleep for a while on my chair in the basement. But I saw her fucking on the table with two men, I fucked her too, and she later fucked the old fart with her yap! I saw what I saw! Trust me!”

Uwe really is exited about the idea to write a book about those „Wild Years of the Seventies”. And he is a writer as well. Uwe D. decided to join me and to help me with my inquiries to find people who were witnesses of time...

[RonaldGray]

by Matthias B.

Part of my collection of original pictures (diapositives) of the 1970s is a pictorial called „Slut Machine”, shot by old school photographer Roland Pretorsky. According to my information the 17 pictures only represent a lead in into a hard core MMMF scene. As a part of the „Sylvia and the Wild Seventies” I tried to find someone who knows more about the shooting. I found Matthias B. who worked as Pretorsky’s first assistant from 1978 until 1981. He remembers the pictorial, but he did not assist Pretorsky on this job.
Matthias heard of the story, the pictures are a lead-in into a porn scene, but he does not know if it’s true. The only photos he has seen are showing Sylvia posing in front of the Jennings machine playing a solo-game. He doubts what is told about the case. But he mentioned that he also photographed Sylvia - privately. It was in 1979 in a hotel together with his former long-time girl friend Sabine. He took private photos of Sylvia and Sabine. „Sabine and Sylvia have been friends for many years,” he told me, „real good friends!” And this is what happened, when Sabine asked Matthias to take photos of her and her friend:
Sabine, a pretty blond girl but not a model always was impressed by Sylvia’s general attitude. First of all Sabine admired Sylvia for being a nude model and she also admired her easygoing sexual willingness. Sabine herself represented the opposite. She never went topless at public pools, even if it was a fashion in the late 1970s. She would never pose nude for photos and her sex-life was very conservative. On the other hand she was overexcited by Sylvia’s way of life. When she talked about Sylvia, she always had this lewdly look, facinated and also full of incomprehansion – two souls resided within her breast. Sabine was a sexually very active person too, she loved adventures, but as an intimate case, very personal.
Matthias photographed Sabine at times, but all her (mainly harmless) nude images were hidden deep inside a drawer and nobody was allowed to see them. Sabine loved to fantasize about Sylvia – Matthias smiled when he recalled: „You know what she did?! Sabine cut out pictures of Sylvia from magazines, carefully combined them with different pictures out of various porn- and non-porn-publications and created her own sex-fantasies about Sylvia – she wrote and created little photo-novels in a copybook!”
In 1979 Sabine finally asked Matthias to take photos of her and Sylvia. Matthias knew Sylvia well, as Sabine’s friend and also as a model. Sabine’s idea surprised Matthias. She wanted to be photographed while sneaking around a hotel in very sexy outfits or maybe even nude. The idea might have been inspired by a movie they watched just before. In one scene of the movie a naked woman locked herself out a hotelroom by mistake – key inside. Sabine and Matthias discussed the idea a couple of times and decided to do it in one of the big international hotels, where people can walk around floors without being noticed by the staff. The evening they met for their adventure, Sabine appeared in black leather pants and a red jacket...
To him – as Matthias mentioned telling me the story - it was very much Sabine. First she created the fantasy but in the end she wanted to stay fully dressed expecting Sylvia to do the naked part. Sabine’s instructions for Sylvia was to appear in very high heels and a long black summer coat of very light and thin rayon - and nothing else. It was easy to get into the "Intercontinental Hotel” taking the elevator to the rooms level. As directed by Sabine Matthias took picture of the two girls strolling around the floors, posing in front of hotelroom doors. Sabine fully dressed – wearing a white top underneath her red jacket – and Sylvia fully nude in her long, open coat. Both Sylvia and Sabine had a lot of fun doing the first spontaneous shots on one of the hotel’s guests floors. Sabine being cowardly herself animated Sylvia to even more extreme nude poses all the time. In one scene both girls stood in front of the elevator door, while Sabine took Sylvias coat off her shoulders. The girls were pulling each at one end of the coat as if they are fighting for the thing and almost teared it apart. In the following scene Sabine was holding the coat in her hand running along the hotel floor in the foreground, followed by naked Sylvia in the background. It was Sabine’s idea and Sylvia just did it. A very spirited action because in a big hotel anyone could appear at anytime from somewhere. They did it a couple of times. Sabine running with the black coat in her hands, Sylvia running after her in full nudity. Another scene they did on marble stairs at the end of a corridor. Sylvia was sitting on the stairs, the coat open, her leg spread wide, while Sabine was standing next to her leaning at the railing. It was Sabine who wanted Sylvia to spread her legs even more. „Show your nice pussy!” she said, „spread your legs, for everybody to see your sweet pussy!” Matthias told me what I have heard several times before: „Don’t forget, it happened in the late 1970s. There was a kind of a nude wave amoung many models for sure, including pubic hair, but none of the professional models under contract at leading agencies in Austria was willing to also show pussy! That was considered as a No-No! Sylvia was a real exception, she was willing to spread and sometimes she also openend her lips with two fingers to allow even more splendid views!”
Anyway - in the pictures on the stairs it looked like Sabine is a mistress and Sylvia is her slave. „Inspired by Helmut Newton's work for sure,” Matthias explained, „remember the movie ‚Eyes of Laura Mars’? Sabine loved the movie and Laura’s photos, which where originally shot by Newton. Sabine went the see the movie four or five times in a row!” They also did the poses on marble-stairs again with Sabine holding Sylvia’s coat folded on her arm while Sylvia is sitting there naked. A little later Matthias and his two models went up one floor to take photos of Sylvia and Sabine walking along in front of different hotelroom doors.


Sylvia and Beate – a shot from a 1979 shooting. Two girls, one dressed, the other one naked. This was the staging at Matthias’ shooting as well...

While they went from door to door because Sabine wanted to see different numbers appearing behind Sylvia, her coat was left on a window sill. Sabine still was fully dressed. Shooting this scene they finally were caught. Fortunately by guests and not by hotel staff! Two businessmen from the Netherlands stepped out the elevator when they took some pictures just next to it. The elevator-doors opened and two men stepped out, both in their mid 30s, wearing suits and ties. No chance for Sylvia to run back to her coat, she hided behind Sabine. But there was no sign of fear, she laughed and her attitude was more daffy than serious. The Dutch guys came back from a business dinner and they were tipsy. Matthias apologized for the surprise, told the men he is a professional photographer taking some pictures in the hotel for a calendar production. There was no more chance for Sylvia to hide. The tipsy men walked around the two girls to get a better view and Sylvia did not care - as always. And she looked great of cause - a tanned all over nude body, wonderful humps, very high classiy heels in pitch black. The two men started chatting with her and the photographer, asking details of the photoshooting and in their wanton mood they invited the group into their rooms just in case they wanted to continue the photo-shoot inside a hotel room - if not they could join them for a drink. It was Sabine who agreed immediately with enthusiasm and she came out on top against Sylvia’s hesitation.
The group followed the Dutch gentlemen into the room of one them. Guided by Sabine, Matthias used the opportunity to take some additional pictures of Sylvia sprawling on the bed. It was Sabine who first disarranged the bed as if it was used and to instruct Sylvia to take the coat off, lay on her back lasciviously and to spread her legs again. While Sylvia did as told, the two men watched how she presented her tits, her ass and her always juicy pussy in a totally lurid lusty way, Sabine was just sitting on her knees next to her. Matthias again thought of telling Sabine it would not be a big deal if she would at least show a little bit of her bust in this exciting situation, but he did not dare to ask.
While Matthias was taking his photos, one of the Dutch men left to organize a bottle of Vodka and some juice – because of the girls he did not call room service. After Matthias took many pictures of all kinds of poses, he finally ran out of film. Now they were just sitting around in the room drinking vodka with orange juice. Again it was Sabine inviting the two men to move closer to Sylvia – the sly fox wanted to watch some more action. First Sylvia defended herself against the two men and their seeking hands, but she already giggled like a little girl when the drunken Dutch guys touched her naked body. Matthias out of films meanwhile, pretended to like the situation and took a couple of „additional photos” – no film in the camera!
While one guy had his arms already around Sylvia holding her, the other started to approach Sabine. He respected her resistance when he tried to pull down her jacket or to pull up her top. So both of the guys concentrated on the nude girl again. In only a short time Sylvia had three glasses of Screwdrivers turning her into a more easy object for any sexual approach. Matthias recognized how Sabine supported the two men and how she motivated her to be open for some naughty action.
The sly fox was excited and she was determined to watch how Sylvia is fucked by two strangers. Her intention was more than obvious. Both men still tussled Sylvia while she still defended herself and giggled, when suddenly one of the guys fell back on the bed. He was drunk and felt asleep. The more active of the two took the opportunity to pull Sylvia on top of his lap. Both hands at her tits kneading he held the nude girl while she kicked her legs and giggled. Sabine watched the scene first, then she moved closer to open the guy's pants, pulled them down, took his cock out and guided it between Sylvia’s legs. The cock easily slipped into her wet pussy and Sylvia stopped kicking her legs, holding the guy’s thighs she started to move up and down - the little slut started to fuck him. Sabine joined Matthias watching the scene – while the photographer did not really like the situation, she was over the moon about Sylvia fucking with a stranger.
Jules – the name of the Dutch man – used the opportunity to fuck the horny bitch and he did not care about the fact of doing it in front of a photographer, who might take some shots. He was too excited and he also was too drunk. After a while Sabine stood up, took Sylvia’s shoulder to gently push her down - from the man’s lap down to the floor. Sylvia – also more than just tipsy - acted a bit as if she was hypnotized and with the duty to obey she moved her pretty face between the man’s legs, took his dick into her mouth to suck it. Full of devotion she acted as a skillful cocksucker. After a while Jules fell back in devotion, laying there to enjoy Sylvia doing her most skilful job...
Again it was Renate who went to the sleeping Dutch businessman to wake him up. She shook him. She shouted at him. She told him, that his friend just enjoys a blow job and he would be stupid not join in. It took some time until the bloke woke up and understood. It took even longer to get his dick in a proper condition while he was on his knees just behind Sylvia’s ass. He fiddeld for a while, but finally he managed to push his cock into Sylvia. Holding her hips he soon fucked her harder and faster. Matthias emphasized a couple of times he did not like to watch this, while Sabine was really excited. It took some time until Sylvia finally was successful sucking the juice out of Jule’s prick to swollow it. And another couple of minutes went by until the other Dutch guy finished fucking her. It seemed he did not really finish, he just was too drunk and felt asleep again. When he moved back, a limp prick slipped out of Sylvia’s slit – the Dutch guy was just too drunk to continue fucking...
Sylvia raised her body upright. Still on her knees, she expanded her body feeling comfortable about her success and she still licked some cum from her lips, while some more was dripping down from her chin. The Dutch guy looked exhausted but happy, giving Sylvia a smack on the botty to tell her, she is a very nice girl. All the time Matthias realized how much Sabine enjoyed to watch Sylvia being a real nasty slut. And it took him a while to cope with the fact his girl is a voyeur.

Of cause I asked Matthias if he still has some photos he could send me. He told me, Sabine took all photos when they seperated years ago. No chance to get them. Sabine still might keep them hidden somewhere, but she for sure will not allow to pass them to anybody else – not even 40 years later. And even if she is fully dresses on all those photos.

[RonaldGray]

By Georg S.

Collecting adventures of Sylvia Groess as significant examples of the spirit of the 1970s, I can sort her adventures into five major categories:
1. General encounters: People who met Sylvia in bars, clubs or at partys – including sex-partys. Reports of men she met to spent a night or two in bed to leave again – flying around like a butterfly. There must be many in this category and since most of them are very similar, I only choose those that are a little special.
2. Behind-the scene: Reports of people who met her at photo- or film-locations. So far the majority of reports I collected.
3. Exhibitionism. Reports to cover Sylvia’s favorite obsession.
4. A little bit of Sadism. Her second favorite obsession – being at the mercy of somebody or of some strange circumstances.
5. Kinky adventures. Amoung those reports I collected there are three in this category meanwhile, incidents you would call „a little kinky”

This one to cover category 5 (translated from German original):

A couple of weeks ago I was looking for photographer Fred Beerner. In the 70s and 80s his studio was a leading address for multi-media productions, responsible for hundreds of those old fashioned av slide-shows with sound. Beerner also started to use video as an early adaptor. I received a hint to call Georg S. who deals with equipment rental. I called him. He is partner in a rental firm for 40 years already. He knew Fred Beerner very well, Georg told me, Beerner was a major client a long time ago. But he had no idea what he does now or where he lives. I also asked him about Sylvia Groess and he told me, that he met her a couple of times. The first time was in November 1979. At a dinner with Fred Beerner. First Georg S. just mentioned what basicly happend. Later I asked him to tell me the following story a little more detailed:

„We had dinner that evening in an old and wellknown restaurant in the center of Vienna. Beerner was a very good client, renting a lot of equipment, he was very important for our firm. The dinner was my „annual socializing effort”. He appeared in the company of a model: Sylvia. She was really good looking, in her mid twenties, a very nice person, friendly and in a very good mood. We laughed a lot that evening, sometime she was really funny, you might even call her „witty”. She also was very sexy dressed. Short skirt, a snug top, very thin silk wool, no bra, her amazing bust shining through. I loved that showy look.
After midnight and a lot of vine we left the restaurant. Sylvia wore a big fur coat covering her insufficient basic wear. Earlier that evening I arrived at the place by cab. Beerner now offered me a lift home in his bright red Porsche. I used to live in a suburban district of Vienna. After a short drive he had to stop at red traffic lights at a main junction to cross Gürtel (a main ring road). Sylvia spotted the neon light underneath the arches of the elevated rail. It was Vienna’s first peep show location offering this then new form of entertainment. Sylvia was sitting in the rear of the Porsche. „Let’s go there!” she yelled, „I always wanted to go there!” She was overexcited. Fred and me, we just laughed. A girl wanted to see a peep-show!
That evening I met Sylvia for the first time, I did not know her name before and I had no idea she was a model mainly for any kind of nude photography. There was a bit of to and fro going on for a while. The girl wanted to visit the peep show, Fred said a peep show is very stupid, but then he gave up and parked his Porsche around a corner...

Inside the place was a kind of a reception, a small bar with a keeper behind, no guest in sight. The barkeeper looked like a weasel with a mustache. He asked if we want a drink first or if we need some change to enter a booth right away. The girl seemed not to be of any surprise to him. He pointed at the small doors of various cabins informing us there would be free cabins available. Sylvia took her coat off handing it to the keeper. We ordered screwdrivers. He only had orange juice, beer, cheap vine or vodka in his bar. It was a cheap and strange atmosphere in the room, cold light, a bit filthy as well. Sylvia wanted to visit the peep show, Fred and I were pretending, we are not interested at all. Finally Sylvia asked what kind of coins she would need, Fred changed a bill and she went into a free booth. We were just sitting there at the bar waiting. Two more customers arrived, changed money and disappeard inside cabins. Ohters left and rushed out of the place.
Five minutes later Sylvia came back to deliver a judgment: It is sticky and smelly inside those booth, the girls are not very pretty and their performance is far from being erotic. „If I would do it, I do it much better!” The weasel behind the bar smirked saying: „If you can do it better, you are free to show me!” He looked at her with a provoking gaze. „It’s smelly in there, because they wank inside!” he added with a broad grin. Sylvia grinned snidely too. Fred and I joined in challenging her and Sylvia said things like: „You think I would not dare to do it?” Actually I was sure she would not dare to do it! I had no idea of who she was! I thought the game was just taking her for a ride. But then she said: „Get your change! I go in there!”
I think even the weasel did not expect her to really do it. But then Sylvia insisted that he allows her to go inside for a performance. The man had girls hired, I don’t know, what kind of agreements they make in places like that. It took some time until he sorted out whatever was to do, while Sylvia was standing there full of excitement. A couple of minutes later, the weasel showed up again with an older woman to keep the bar and the exchange counter for a while. He guided Sylvia into the back of the saloon. I don’t know if the next apperance would have been the older woman or if she just was a helping hand in the house. The weasel left her at the bar. I entered a free booth. I never been in a peep show before. I inserted a coin and the window – more like an observation slit - opened with a loud noise. The music was low. I looked through the window into a square room, dark greenish grey. The floor was covered with a dark mattress, an average girl tossing and turning on the mattress. The show featured some kind of presenting herself in a both clumsy and ostensible way – not very sexy and not erotic at all. It was easy to identify open and closed windows. In each open window you could see a pair of stairing eyes. After a while, the girl stood up, picked up some bikini, leaving through a low door, more like a cat flap. Shortly after Sylvia creeped in. She looked kind of uncertain, not sure what to do. She was wearing her silktop, a skirt and ankle boots. She went down on her knees presenting kind of a quick strip tease. She took off her skirt, her top and finally her panties – in less than a minute she was naked. It did not look like a strip-tease, Sylvia just undressed to present herself in a nude-show.
She started posing. Right from the beginning of her performance she was acting like in front of a camera at a photo shooting. She constantly went from one pose to the next. While the professional before was staring into space, Sylvia’s looks went from one open window to the next. She was looking into the eyes of the men watching her perform. Only half of the windows of those I could see were open. Sylvia’s photo poses developed from erotic to more offensive style and so did her looks, her expressions. She was creeping around on all fours, fell down flat on the matress winding foreward like a snake, she turned around to lay on her back, spreading her legs wide, squeezing her tits and finally she opened her pussy lips for a look deep into a pink, wet hole. As a basic idea her performance was very much like the gig before, not clumsy at all but also very ostensible. The major difference was the girl, better looks, a great body, big tits, a more lucious sight.
I suddenly thought of the men inside their cabins. There was a paper towl supply at the wall and I thought of wanking men using the performing girls as spank banks. I was wondering if Sylvia realized the aspect, that she was acting there like a live beaver book, being just one-hand material. She already looked a bit absent and horny at the same time, when she suddenly turned around looking at the cat flap. The weasel’s head appeared. It was the end her performance. I think Sylvia was in there for a good fifteen minutes. I had no idea how long an average turn in a peep shows lasts. Sylvia took her belongings and left.


(As an example: A shot from "Poster Posing”)

I also left the booth to meet Fred at the bar. He was very excited telling me the show was typical Sylvia. He mentioned a video shooting he just did a week ago. Sylvia as a nude girl presenting a kind of a mobile aircon device. He told me, he had a hard time restraining her from being to offensive in presenting her sex. Shortly after Sylvia appeared at the bar again, holding her cloth like a bundle in one hand. Followed by the bearded weasel she just walked into the room naked – in high heels ankle boots showing a pair of bouncing jugs. She looked just gorgeous with her curly hair, her curved tanned body in those little boots. „It’s not enjoyable in there,” she said, „I better work here as a bartender!” She moved behind the bar dropping her bundle. „This is not a good idea!” Fred stated, „who should go into a booth if naked broads are hanging around in front!” The weasel grinned: „Tonight will be a special occasion!” He put one arm around her snatching her tis. „Such a horny bitch could work for me any time!” I was shocked because she just smiled about the brickball. Shortly after two elderly men entered the place. Pleased by the sight of the nude girl they joined us at the bar. Sylvia acted as if this was her normal ambit. Delighted by the unexpected incident the two men paid for a next round of vodka. The weasel stood next to Sylvia fiddeling at her naked body all the time. I never before in my life met a girl this happy-go-lucky. I remember one of the late customers saying: „You definitely are an appetizer, but there is no chance to wank a little!” „I don’t care. Just go ahead if you need it!” she responded. I have no idea why this thought crossed my mind, but for a moment I thought of Sylvia as being a housecleaner in a peep show... In a nasty way I said: „You don’t need extra sperm since you need to clean the cabins now!” Everybody laughed. „I am not getting paid for collecting used paper towls,” she grinned while the weasel squeezed her jugs even harder. „You told me you are naked because you don’t want to get your dress dirty!” I stated with a dirty grin. She laughed: „Would you love seeing me doing that, you sicko?”
I will never forget this conservation, five men hanging in the foyer of a peep show establishment with a nude girl! Of cause she did not do the cleaning work. But the dirty talking went on. Some other customers coming out of the cabin looked at the nude girl and rushed out of the place. For some men it seems to be embarrassing to see a nude woman standing there to see them leaving a peep show booth. But some others looked at Sylvia with delight, joining us for a beer or a vodka. I think the weasel made more money that night selling drinks, than he made with his core business.
Time went by with drinking, smoking, dirty jokes and a lot of fiddling. Two hours at least. The manager later mentioned that closing time was at three, but it already was 5 o`clock in the morning. I was dead tired and so was Fred. Only Sylvia was still vital while the weasel couldn’t leave his hands from her nude curves. I did not count the number of screwdrivers she already had, but it was obvious she alreadry was a little shaky on her legs. Also the way she giggled and her tone of voice indicated she was far over the top meanwhile. Still her nude and curvey body was a delicious sight.
„Is there any slut performing?” one of the two still present customers asked. „Nope!” the weasel grinned, „the only slut left is standing in front of you!” „This bitch is the reason I need to wank again!“ he brabbled. „Use her if you need to!” the weasel said...
That was too much for me. „Stop it,” I barked at them, „it’s enough now! Let’s leave, Sylvia!” But she smiled at me. „He is under pressure. He needs some relief!” „You are drunk!” I stated, „you don’t know what you are doing! Don’t be a slut!” „I am a slut!”
Then she looked at the guy asking: „Would you like to wank here at the bar or inside a booth?” He gripped one of her tits pulling the girl forward. „Don’t be so rude!“ she snapped stating: „It’s dark in the cabin, you don’t see me!” „I see with my hands!” the guy replied. „Only wanking, no fucking!” she mumbled. His arm around her shoulders the dude guided her towards the cabins. He opened the door to one booth while the nude girl moved really close to him. Still standing in front of the booth Sylvia opened his zip and fingered his dick out. From the small bar we could not see the action in detail, but it was obvious that Sylvia started a hand-job.
I was really pissed by her behaviour. I know she was drunk and I was sure, she would regret this the next day. Her fondling hands brought up a quick success. She loughed out loud and left the guy to come back to the bar, her dark pubic hair full of cum. „I need some cleaning now!” she smiled and the she laughed out loud again: „Or some more on my tits as well!” She giggled like under drugs. „Your company seem to be very tired,” the weasel smirked, „and I never do it with my artists!” „I am not your artist!” she replied. With no further commend the manger took a small plastic bucket from underneath his desk and pulled a light green rubber glove over his right hand. He went to the cabins. While I tried to get Sylvia into her dress again because I wanted to leave, the weasel went to a couple of cabins collecting used paper towls from waste baskets. With the bucket filled he returned handing it to Sylvia. „Help yourself!” he said with a diabolic grin. „What shall I do with it?” she asked. „You wanted to have your tits covered with sperm! Here you find enough to smear!” She laughed calling him a sicko as well.
„Hold it!” he said. He looked kind of crazy, aggressive in a way. The weasel took a used paper towel out of the bucket. Sylvia gave him a provoking look – and with a fast move he sticked the paper at her tits. „You are a pig!” she said looking down. Carefully taking just a corner of the paper towel with two fingers she pulled it off. Some sticky sperm was left on her tits and the weasel took another towl out of the bucket. Sylvia actually just let him do it - she did not step back! While she took the paper off again, the dirty weasel said „Here is a nice one!” sticking it on her melons...
„Stop it now!” I yelled, „get yourself clean and put your dress back on!” „You don’t dig a little perversion!” she said looking at me with misty eyes. The third towel must have been rich, there was a lot of cum on Sylvia’s jugs. „You don’t even know from whom it is!” Beerner yelled, „get a fresh towl! We have to leave now!” „I don’t care from whom it is!” she grinned, „I will not get pregnant from this!”

Georg S. concluded his story here. „I know it sounds unbeliveable and I don’t blame you if you don’t trust me. But I tell you, it happened that night! Sylvia was drunk and she really was down-and-dirty! I actually had to force her to clean her body with a couple of fresh paper towels and we had to force her to put her cloth back on. The weasel watched our activities with a diabolic look in his eyes. I am sure he tried to find out who she is after this! A whore like this would have been someone very special for his business. I wonder if he found her! Berner took me home – and there was this strange smell of cum inside the small cabin of his sportscar. I am not sure, if I just perceived the scent as an imagination or if it was really there...
I also met Sylvia a couple of times after that crazy night at the peep show. Even if I would have had the chance, I never had sex with her. I couldn’t touch her, because I would always see cum from unidentified man at her tits. Once we also talked about the peep show and she confessed she was really drunk not knowing what she was doing! „I am aware of the fact I acted really nasty!” she smiled.
I still believe, she considered her small adventure as being funny...”