The Itat Club

"Entschuldigung, aber das ist nicht möglich. The lady can come in, but without the right attire, latex, leather or kinky clothing you cannot unfortunately attend. And also no jeans," the doorman politely informed us.

It was a rather sobering wake up call to how serious they were about being in the right style and look at the KitKat club in Berlin where we found ourselves at the entrance of. We just looked at each other and then back to the doorman. I saw he would not have brooked any attempt to sweet talk him into letting me in. Of course you could get in on your own, who would say no to you as you stood there, 5'6, blonde long hair, 36DD. The perfect sensual animal for this kind of club, and the doorman knew it.

But unfortunately I let the team down. Without dressing up I had no chance to get in. It was a bit of a let-down to be turned away and leaving there and I thought that was the end of our wild idea to attend the infamous club.

Luckily this is not the end of the story, but let's back up to the beginning.

One of the highlights of the year is to take a city hop with you, and this time we came to Berlin. It was late in the year and the first Christmas markets were open. After arriving and the airport transfer we settled into our accommodation as usual by ripping each others clothes off as soon as the door closes, giving way to our pent up frustrations. After we calmed down we decided to go out to explore the Friday evening. We went out, drank a lot of glühwein and had some cheerful street food. The evening was topped by a scary fair ride which you took in your stride, and not like me worried about ending up landing in the crowd. The late night left us feeling relaxed and when we got to our accommodation that evening, we extended the pleasure till nearly one the morning by having some slow languorous sex, the fact that we had time to enjoy ourselves making it especially sensual.

The next morning after we woke each other up properly, we started planning our day. Knowing we definitely wanted to visit one or two places, we got talking about how Berlin is the club capital of the world. On a whim I turned on the TV and we did a YouTube search for clubs in Berlin. One of the videos stated a "top ten" for alternative clubs. We did not realise how alternative they were to start off. Viewing this we saw that the KitKat club was ranked number one. From the start it was billed as a sex club, and this got us interested. We were in Berlin, we were adventurous and we had a free Saturday night. To make sure it was legit we did a bit of online sleuthing. We read the website and planned accordingly, thinking that I could get in just in underwear or naked as you had some amazing lingerie you could wear.

Which brings us back to were we started. Turned away at the door I was really disappointed that we could not enter. Well, we looked for the next dance club and as we walked there, I was determined to get us access. But I had to make a plan. Fast forward a very nice evening dancing in some dive club where people still smoked indoors, and us making our way back to our flat after slumming it up.

Sunday morning. I woke up and as I was lying in bed next to you. I saw your naked body and decided that I need to act or I will regret it dearly in time to come. I looked at the club site again. It was open on a Sunday and only closes at 6pm. This gave us a whole afternoon to go dance and experience the place. From the looks of it some clubbers go the Saturday evening and stay through till the Sunday, so there will be people there.

Doing some online searching we scoured the city for a open sex shop that specialise in bdsm and kinky clothing. We found the only one that was open and luckily it was in range of where were staying. Dressing and grabbing some wonderful cinnamon buns from a coffee shop on the way we made a beeline towards it. After arriving and getting lost on several levels in a metro station, we finally found it.

It was discreetly off to one side and the doors were open which was a relief. The shop itself was a very nice, high end and tasteful. The helpful assistant listened to our plight and affirmed that the club is very picky on who they let through, and even if we dressed in the right attire we could be turned away as the scene is very closed.

This dropped my spirits a little. Just the thought of you and me there and me letting us down last night, was a spur to give it another go. We had nothing to lose and who knows when we will be here again together. You helped me choose and I decided on a very tight fitting short shorts with a big zipper on the front for access and nothing else. I felt a bit self conscious because this is the first time I actually wore something like this. I hoped it would do. You already were dressed in your outfit you had packed, the lace suggestively peeking out at your neck when your jacket moved.

After I paid and left, the two of us made a straight line for the club in a taxi we ordered. It was about 2 pm when we arrived and walked towards the the door under the covered canopy and murals on the right wall. The outside of the club was strangely quiet and it looked like it was closed, except for the faint bass pounding through the building that was almost felt more than heard.

Cue the deja vu. We approached the door and rang the buzzer. And waited. And waited some more. We were getting worried that they were actually closed and after some glances between us we heard some locks being opened and the door being answered by the doorman of the previous evening.

"Guten Tag, meine Damen und Herren" he said as he greeted us, the small flicker of recognition in his eyes as he saw you.

"Are you still open today? We would like to join you for the afternoon if possible." I asked in my most formal way.

He looked me up and down and switching to English he asked, "Dressed like this?"

"No, I have my clothes with me, we can show you inside when we change," I said as I pulled out the skin tight shorts a little to show him.

He took a look at you and you zipped your your jacket off, your lace lingerie peeking out, with the rim of your neon orange bra resting over your half exposed breast.

There was a long pause. I was getting disheartened as the longer he took to reply, the more anxious I became.

"Welcome to the club, please go to the desk on your right," he replied after what felt like and age.

Opening the door for us, he let us in. As we stepped through he closed it behind us, clicking several locks in place.

It took a second or two for our eyes to adjust to the lower light inside. We took in the large foyer, with the cloak room and clothing all hanging from long racks. There were some seats on the left with storage boxes full of hangers. An stately elderly lady looked up at us from the desk and we walked over to her.

She greeted us very friendly in German and then hearing we spoke English switched over.

As we were busy paying our entrance fee she said in a very caring way, "This is a club were strange things happen, just so you know"

I don't know if she saw straight through us or not, but we thanked her for her care.

"We are actually here for the strange things," you said as she stamped your hand, and I knew that this was going to be an awesome new experience with you.

"Where do we change?" I asked as I looked around for an changing room sign.

"Oh, just over there next to the chest with coat hangers, and then you can take your hangers to the cloak room" the lady said as she smiled at us.

It took me by surprise, because that meant changing right there in the foyer in front of everyone. Not wanting to appear like I was a total stranger to this kind of thing I thanked her and gave a mock wide eyed look at you as we both walked over. We put our backpack on the seat next to the wall with the box full of coat hangers. There were a surprising amount of them, and it gave me a feeling that this place must be heaving when it is busy.

Without even trying to think about it I stripped of my shirt and started to assemble my clothes onto a hanger. I then realised I need to put my trousers on first so biting the bullet I just stripped naked and stood there in the foyer. No one batted a eye and I realised that being naked is such a natural state of affair I actually relaxed. Seeing me strip down you took off your jacket and jeans, your outfit already on, and not having to go through the public nudity. I felt a little sad that you already were dressed. I would have loved to see you as naked as I was. You passed me my newly acquired pants and I wriggled them on. Too late I realised that there were no pockets on them, so I slipped a few notes into the side, it being tight enough that they were not going anywhere.

We started giggling a bit about the absurd situation we were in. Two people that had never done something like this, and me just stripping off in front of some strangers and now we're going to go inside not knowing what to expect. I was just glad you were there as a partner in crime. As always you were stunning in your sexy curve hugging outfit and almost lit up underwear. It was a bold look with your blonde hair and the glowing material. It had a striking cumulative effect under the neon. And you also looked like a bit of a rebel with your Dr Martins laced up boots. The perfect match of pleasure and danger. Realising I was starting at you, you have me a quizzical look and I snapped out of it.

"Let's go and drop this off?" you suggested as you looked over my shoulder to the cloak room. You were holding our hangars were all our clothes were draped on.

"Yeah, let's, but where do I put my wallet and money?" I asked surreptitiously.

"Well, I have mine here."

You reached and stuck some notes inside of your bra. Your lingerie stretched tight over your breast.

"Wish I had one of those," I rued as I took our hangers from you, heavy with our jackets.

"Well, who says you can't?" you grinned as you walked past me and approached the gentleman smiling at us behind his counter at the cloak room area.

With this idea still splashing around in my mind we handed our clothes over.

"Good afternoon. Are your handies in here and switched off? We don't allow recording on the club," the tattooed attendant asked us.

" All switched off and in there," I replied. He nodded and gave us a ticket each and a small plastic bag.

"For your money," he explained as I sheepishly dug my notes out and put them in the sealable bag. I was worried about change but this handily solved the problem.

Turning to you I asked, "Shall we?"

"Let's," was your answer and hand in hand we walked into the interior.

Passing through a room we saw a large indoor swimming pool to our left. Wandering to the open doorway we saw it was filled with people relaxing and chilling out. Some were naked and dressed up in bondage hear, sitting in pairs or groups on the seating dotted around.

"I could do with a drink," I said and you nodded in agreement. Making our way over to one of the bar counters we each got something and and strolling on we explored further. Some of the large doors were closed off as we suspected that these would be open of the club was very busy. There was still a good amount of people present, and the music was pumping from another room close by.

Sauntering through we came upon a large room with a crowd of people dancing to the rhythms of some good EDM. This was the main floor where there was a DJ booth, a stage with poles and podiums around the edges. Some stairs went up to a balcony with tubed railings where some people were standing looking out over the large room. There was a bar in the corner so we would not be out of range if we were thirsty. The music was infectious and dragging me onto the floor you started dancing and I joined you. There was an impressive amount of people with all sorts of getups. Leather and lace, feathers, latex and even less. Some people were dancing naked and for the first few minutes I was trying hard no to stare. I have never being in a place were undressed people was so laissez-faire.

We constantly pointed out individuals in amazing getups in very surreptitious ways to each other, not to draw attention to our naivety.

"This is so cool!" you said as we were getting into the set. I totally agree. It was liberating to experience a scene were being open and exposed to others was the most normal thing ever. We felt so unhindered in our nakedness and the expression of our sexuality. Men and women were dancing on the podiums and the stage was filled with people having a good time. You were in your element twirling around and really really turning me on. I could see patrons staring at you and you made a amazing sight swaying under the lights, flashes of your outfit suggesting so little bit leaving so much to the imagination. A few songs later there was a lull in the music and I took your hand and we looked around a bit more.

Walking under the balcony in the seating areas we saw some clubbers in the dark, and one couple lying on a bench. It was the first time I saw someone having such brazen full blown sex in a club. She had her legs wide open and over her shoulders. The person she was with was standing over her, fucking her with long slow strokes, as deep as he could. It was at once so unnatural to see it as blatant as that, but also incredibly sensual. Some people were drinking their drinks and watching but I felt you pull me further along. Looking where you were pulling me I saw the cage. With an exited little run skip you slipped into the heavily barred box and closed the heavy steel door behind you. Looking at me through the bars you pulled me closer by the hand till I was standing next to the bars, the shadows casting long lines over you.

"Do you think you can fuck me like this?" you said as you turned around and grabbing the heavy bars opposite you. Bending down and arching your back you pressed your luxurious ass against the side and looked over your shoulder at me. I was totally taken aback by your brazenness and was instantly hard, the tight pants not hiding it at all. It was amazing to see you caged like a prize I won, and I ran my hands over the small of your back tough the gaps, and kneeling down started kissing your checks and running my tongue down the back of your legs. I wanted to have you so badly but you pulled away.

"This might be better actually," you said as you raised your hands above you and grabbed hold of the overhead bars. Pulling yourself up you planted your feet in the corners of the the lower crossbar. Spreading your legs you opened yourself up and let your sweet pussy part underneath the sheer silk and lace. Looking at me you thrust it against the bars. The idea of you being in such a revealing position was enticing to say the least. Stepping up to the cage I brushed myself against you, my how hard cock straining against the thin material. Just the act of standing there like that, me pressed against you and you with your head thrown back and your hair hanging down made me irrationally possessive. I just wanted to just grab you and hold you there. The idea of you not being able to break free and me just sating my lust was overwhelming. Reaching out I took your slender neck and pulling you close, kissed you. The cold bars pressing against me as I tasted your warm mouth.

Ever the tease you pulled away with that mock uh-uh look on your face, and stepping away from me I was totally defeated by the unyielding bars. But this is what you planned. The slow smile speaking volumes of how you like teasing me like that. I was getting wetter and wetter, actually feeling the precum soaking into the shorts as I leaked shamelessly in anticipation of you.

You probably saw me getting really worked up, and getting down, you slipped and I had to catch you as you came out of the cage. We had a good laugh about how this will look of we ended up in hospital. This cooled my ardour and I needed to get something to drink, the dancing having brought a thirst on. Suggesting this to you we proceeded and on the way I passed the restroom and wanted to relieve myself. You did the same and to or surprise the restrooms had their own peculiarities. It was unisex and people were standing around talking and checking out the flow that entered and exited. There must have been some regular meeting spot as some people hooked upped and went into particular cubicles. Some of these liaisons kept their door open and it was exiting to hear moans and wet slapping come from some of the stalls. We went into our own stalls for different reasons and met up again afterwards.

Making our way to the bar adjacent to the dance floor, we got some drinks and danced some more as it was something that we loved doing. It was an energetic set with some eclectic music, mostly hardcore dance music, and it was the perfect fit as I got to move and work some of my frustration out. The whole atmosphere was heavy with anticipation and promise. The people were all around us, some dancing on their own and in groups. Couples were really entwined and sliding up and down each other, half naked or naked in the pulsing lights. I tried not too stare too much but the raw sexual tension all around me was palpable. As you danced in front of me and I acted on some instinct as I slid my hand round you waist and up your belly, spreading my hand open as the sweat slicked skin slid under my touch. I snaked my open hand over your breasts and when I reached your neck I slowly put some pressure on it, tilting it backwards towards me and kissed your upturned mouth with its soft lips. We kissed for what felt like an eternity, and when you stepped back and pressed yourself against me, we both felt the rock hard erection I had. Still dancing in front of me you subtly started grinding against me.

Slowly at first and then more blatantly as I now held you in both arms, pinging your hands to your sides. I let go of your neck and drifted my hands and fingers over you breasts. I could see another couple looking at us, the man inconspicuously had his hand near his partners waist. Both were looking at us and I knew she knew I was watching her getting touched. It was mutual as they enjoyed the fact I was sliding my hand all over your body, caressing and stroking you from your thighs, sliding up over your breasts, nipples and neck.

With a grip that was surprising, you grabbed my wrist and broke the lock I had on you. Without looking back you led me straight ahead, and we ascended the stairs to the balcony overlooking the floor. We were looking over the heaving mass of dancing people and reaching the top you turned around and as the seat hit the back of your knees you pulled me down

Looking me straight I'm the eyes I could see you reaching down between your legs and popping both the clips of your lingerie open that exposed your pussy.

The little gasped look on your face told me you just brushed you luscious clit. You reached up and put two fingers in my mouth. Your scent and wetness was strong and letting me lick off your excitement, you said in my ear, above the din of the crowd...

"Taste me."

Your hair spilt out above your head and glowed in the fluorescent light, the neon of your underwear standing in contrast to your skin as you laid back and opened your legs invitingly.

You have only done something as intimate as this with me in our private lives. The thought that you wanted me to go down on you now, in front of everyone on a elevated view right above the dance floor made something inside me free. Never again will I feel like we need to care about showing how beautiful it is between us to have unadulterated passionate sex. Lifting one of your legs straight up I started kissing your calf, the back of your legs and down and down to where I could feel you radiating heat. I let my hand crawl up your chest and as I put a finger in your mouth I waited for you to slowly start sucking it before I enclosed your whole hot, wet, pussy with my mouth and licked all the liquid excitement out of you.