The music was deafeningly loud; strobes flashed incessantly giving the otherwise dark room a surreal ambiance. My hips gyrated; my feet, clad in black stilettos, moved to an ethereal metallic 'techno' beat. My hands roamed oh so suggestively over my body and lingered as my finger tips cupped and caressed my breasts through a black leather top -- no more than a bra, really; not stitched, but riveted.
I could not help but notice young men all around the dance floor ignoring their dance partners and ogling my ultra tight black leather pants. Pants, which formed a deep crease between my ass cheeks then disappeared between my legs and reappeared in front; parting the lips of my cunt and leaving little to the imagination. Black body paint would scarcely have been more revealing.
Oh, and the sensations, as the leather worked against my clit while I danced, were sublime.
My waist length raven black hair danced its own dance over my bare shoulders and back as I moved over the dance floor. I had no dance partner; no boyfriend (or girlfriend). I was simply lost in the heady rhythm and sharp beat that wrapped around and caressed me as I moved with it; surrounded on the dance floor by scores of thrashing bodies.
Sweat glistened on my skin and trickled down my ample cleavage to disappear between my breasts. My face was deathly pale - by design; the exception being my eyes - made so by the liberal application of dark makeup. My lips were cherry red; wet and shinny from my tongue running sensually over them as I lost myself in the heady rhythm.
How long I danced I do not know. The music never seemed to stop; one song bled seamlessly into the next. But as all things must end, so ultimately did the music -- the DJ needed a break.
Ha! Why do DJs need a break? We do all the work on the dance floor; the DJ just stands there!
As dancers fled to their tables to rest and order drinks, I stood alone in the middle of the nearly empty floor trying to orient; bringing my head back from some ethereal realm suddenly shattered by the silence.
I looked around; unsure where to go. I walked to a table with an empty chair near the dance floor.
I sat and the two young couples sitting around the table turned toward me and stared. I did not know them; nor they, me. It was not my table -- I had no place of my own.
"Hi."
They answered -- in German, which I do not speak. The pretty blonde girl seated next to me said something that included a word which I did recognize; 'Gretchen.' I turned to Gretchen -- she was stunningly fresh and beautiful. I smiled at her and then leaned very close to her and spoke.
"Gretchen, I think I love you." I whispered to her just before my lips pressed against hers. I wrapped my arms around her and my tongue invaded her mouth. She did not resist.
Indeed, she moaned; her tongue reciprocated and danced a sensual pirouette with mine as we exchanged hot breath. Our bodies melted together; our breasts pressed together and we moved against each other with a sudden fervor.
I heard the young man across the table exclaim something in German. The other girl at the table spoke in a heavily accented English.
"Mein Gott, that is so fucking hot!"
My hands slipped under Gretchen's black t-shirt and I squeezed her pert nipples; she wore no bra. I pinched harder and she squealed in delight.
Our teeth were still bruising each other's lips when I reached brazenly under Gretchen's pleated mini skirt. Gratified, when she promptly spread her legs for me, my fingers slithered up her stocking clad thigh. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that she wore no panties as my fingers sank into the wet warm folds of Gretchen's hot cunt. Gretchen squirmed and yelped when my fingertips flicked over her swollen clit.
Our lips finally parted and I heard her release the most sensual loud sigh of passion and contentment. Her ass slid forward and her hips gyrated in her seat as my long slider fingers penetrated her; buried deep, caressed by the slippery warm recesses of her cunt.
She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed tight, and she whimpered as I brought her closer to climax. As my fingers fucked Gretchen, my thumb connected with her clit on each stroke. Finally, she shrieked so loud that every head near our table turned to see what the commotion was.
Realizing what she'd done, Gretchen slapped both hands over her mouth; though, she continued to emit guttural animalistic sounds of delight. I felt her legs quiver uncontrollably as her whole body shuddered. Her trembling slowly subsided as the intensity of her orgasm retreated.
I kissed Gretchen again; tenderly this time.
When our lips parted again she whispered, "Danke." She sounded completely out of breath.
"You're welcome." I replied. "Listen Gretchen, there's something here I think you would really enjoy."
She looked at me quizzically; apparently she understood as much English as I did German. Her girlfriend across the table said something to Gretchen in German; perhaps translating.
"Was?" Gretchen said in German; she looked at me quizzically. (Reader: "w" in German sounds like 'v' in English)
"Come on." I said as I rose from my chair.
While Gretchen looked to her girlfriend for another translation, I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her from her seat. Without waiting, I began to tow Gretchen behind me across the still empty dance floor.
"Wo sind wir?" She said; I was clueless.
"Don't worry, you're gonna love it." I replied; Gretchen was clueless.
On the other side of the dance floor there was a small bandstand where the DJ had set up his equipment. I pulled Gretchen along and guided her around behind the band platform where we pushed through some black curtains. I stopped before a black door that was scarcely visible until you were right on it. I knocked twice and a spy door opened from the inside.
"Oh, it's you." A husky male voice said.
The spy door snapped shut and the black door opened inward for us to enter. I pulled Gretchen in with me and waited a moment for our eyes to adjust -- as dark as the dance club we'd just left had been, the corridor we'd just entered was even darker; lit only by dim red lights. Gretchen mumbled something in German, which I ignored; I had no other option.
Two very large and muscular black men stood on either side of us. They wore only black thongs; both thongs had a tremendous bulge - no doubt testing the bursting strength of the thin material. Gretchen's eyes widened when she looked down at their crotches; a huge smile instantly spread across her face.
"Oh she's cute! Can I have her later?" One of the guys asked me.
"Only if you're very good to me, Max." I replied with a lewd grin.
"Come on." I said to Gretchen and took her hand to lead her down a short corridor to another black door.
"Kommen?" Gretchen said.
"Yes, come ... kommen." I said, slightly thrilled that we communicating at last; sort of.
As we reached the next door, I pushed it opened and we entered another dimly lit room; this one full of people.
Naked people. All of them gorgeous, men and women; and all engaged, in one way or another, in sex. All around the large room were large carpeted platforms of various heights; many with cushions lying about. Most of the platforms contained two or three or four naked people enjoying sensual pleasures with each other; as if they were on display for our viewing pleasure. Soft wisps of music floated in the background and mixed with the subtle (and not so subtle) sounds of sexual bliss.
I heard a sharp intake of breath from Gretchen. I looked at her face and saw her eyes light up with lust. She said something, and again, I had no clue.
I took her hand and placed it on my back inviting her to unhook my top, but she didn't get it. So, I turned to her and pulled her t-shirt up over her head. She seemed startled and confused; she even covered her beautiful breasts with her hands. I tried to reassure her by reaching behind my back and undoing my bra. I let the leather straps slide down my arms and Gretchen smiled at the sight of my breasts. I drew her head to my breast and felt her mouth on my nipple; it swelled and hardened instantly between her luscious lips. As Gretchen suckled, I unzipped my tight pants and wriggled out of them; letting then fall to the floor. I too wore no panties.
I gently pushed Gretchen's head away and knelt in front of her. I tried to indicate with my hand that everyone in the room was naked, and then I tugged at her skirt and asked, "OK?"
"Ja, OK." She said and nodded affirmatively.
I unzipped the skirt and pulled it down her sexy stocking clad legs. When her skirt hit the floor, a black lace garter belt was revealed that held her lace topped black stockings in place.
