Monday, 25 May 2015

"Du bist verrückt mein Kind, du mußt nach Berlin." (Part Two)

And so, the Berlin adventure continues...

After an afternoon rest it was time to get ready for the main fetish partying of the weekend.  Although there were no less than three separate events being held on the Friday night I chose, as last year, to attend the Kit Kat Club, just a short taxi-ride from the hotel.

Not having a ticket meant I had to get there early so they didn't sell out, so I showered, primped and preened and slid into the first of my custom-made latex outfits for the weekend.

For Friday I'd chosen to wear a 1930's inspired gown of transparent, rose-shaded latex, complete with matching stockings - from Cathouse Clothing, of course.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Cathouse Clothing Gown, Berlin


Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Cathouse Clothing Gown, Berlin

As much as my Louise Brooks-style bob is my signature look, this time I decided a long, dark hair-piece suited the outfit more.  And so, dressed and shined, I made my way to the room on the other side of the hotel to meet the rest of the group before heading off in taxis to our chosen events.  This meant I had to stroll through the main bar and lobby of the hotel, which caused quite a few jaws to drop open from the assembled 'vanilla' guests at the hotel.  And I thought these visitors to Berlin had seen everything.  Well, they certainly would have, but I decided that I should at least keep some black latex panties on (for the moment, anyway!) to show a bit of decorum.

The few of us that were heading to the Kit Kat Club crowded into a taxi, and it was just after 10.00pm when we arrived at the venue - I was already buzzing with excitement.  The club was already quite busy, but we grabbed some drinks and found a seat.  I took the opportunity to explore the club, and there are so many small bars and nooks and crannies in the club that you could almost get lost.  All around the walls were decadent works of art, and the whole club seemed to be set up for pure erotic escapades and escapism.  It's exactly my kind of club.  I rejoined the group as more friends appeared, including my lusty liaison couple from last year.  I admired the outfits on display by the party-goers - there were so many well-dressed and very sexy people there it was difficult to know where to look next.  It was pretty distracting to be in a conversation with someone when a stunning beauty in barely-there latex clinging to fabulous sexy curves strolls by.  I kept losing my train of thought... but I wasn't the only one.  Conversations went along the lines of "We saw a bit of the Berlin Wall this morning, then headed over to see some the museums and the one I really liked was fucking hell did you see her?!? the DDR museum that was full of great bloody hell, look at the fantastic outfits this couple are wearing artefacts from the Soviet era and you can oh fuck me, have you seen the legs and body on this girl? still see some of the bullet holes in the walls from the second world war, and what I thought was the best thing was that OMG, look at the shoes this lady's wearing - fuck me, I could spend all night licking the heels on those before working my way up her rubber stockings and finding other bits to taste, by God, that would be a night to remember... where was I - what were we talking about?"

See what I mean?  Coupled with pounding dance music, it made conversations a little too hard to follow. and it wasn't long before we followed  the throng into the main dance area.  M, my gorgeous dusky lady friend from last year took no time in bending down and sliding my panties off, leaving me pretty much on display to the whole club as not only was the gown transparent, it was also cut right up the front to the black corset-style belt.  In the heat of the club the softest of warm breezes caressed my pussy, and the sheer sexiness of the evening was making me wet.

We danced for some time before retiring back to the seating lounge, and we luckily found a large soft circular sofa to rest on.  The night was passing quickly, but I was having the time of my life when I felt M's hands softly stroking the inside of my thigh.  We kissed, and I asked her if I could unzip her black latex catsuit and lick her pussy.  As we were in the main lounge she was a little too shy to display herself, but was obviously eager to play.  Not being shy in anyway myself I opened my legs to give her stroking hand better access, and laid back on the sofa, pulling open my gown as I did so.  She leaned over me, and I drank down her saliva as we kissed deeply, as her tongued explored my willing mouth.  She slid a thin latex glove over her hand and I felt her fingers spreading the lips of my cunt before sliding into my tightness.  She certainly didn't need any extra lubrication as I was dripping wet, and her fingers soon found a gentle but firm rhythm as she finger-fucked me.  A crowd gathered to watch and a hasty snapshot was sneakily taken by one of our groupI felt more hands stroking my breasts, and looked up to find M's husband and another girl caressing me.  They each took one of my nipples into their mouths as their hands explored my body, whilst M slid two fingers into my moist pussy.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - playing with pussy at the Kit Kat Club, Berlin

In no time I was coming very hard, and soon I was bucking and writhing on her dancing fingers.  As my orgasm settled and faded, I became more aware of the club around me, noticing for the first time the number of watching eyes.  It was certainly a turn-on.  Breasts heaving, I refastened my gown and kissed M and her husband a lovely 'thank-you'.

The remainder of the night passed in a haze of shimmering shiny latex bodies dancing and rubbing together in the perspiring perversity of the Kit Kat Club, and I felt like I was in the middle of a modern Roman orgy.  It was bloody fantastic.

4.00am arrived, and it was time to find a taxi to take us back home.  Once back at the hotel, I shimmied out of my gown and peeled of my latex stockings before crashing into bed - satisfied and drunk on the delights of the Kit Kat Club.

Saturday arrived, probably while I had M's fingers all over me, but after a brief sleep I was still determined not to let the day pass without getting out and about - even though another big night was on the cards.

A couple of us got a taxi and headed off to find food - once again we found a Turkish place (one of the group had some dietary requirements that meant Falafels/salads/meat fitted the bill.  It led us, bizarrely, all the way back to Kastanienallee, but it was at least another opportunity to see the district.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Mitte, Berlin

We still manged to get back to the hotel fairly early, as extra sleep was required prior to heading out for the main Fetish Ball that night.  By 8.00pm I was getting ready, and by 9.30pm I had slid into my other custom-made Cathouse Clothing dress -  this time made from transparent leopard-print latex, with a very high cut front split that just showed my shaved pussy.  I pulled on my long black wig and finished the outfit with some filthy-cute leopard-print latex ears.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Cathouse Clothing Dress, Berlin

Spindler & Klatt, the club where the venue was being held, was only about 15 minutes walk away, but with rain falling for the first time since I'd arrived in Berlin the only sensible option was to get yet another taxi.  Last year, the taxi dropped us off directly outside the entrance of the club, down a cobbled drive.  This year, unfortunately, the main gates were closed which meant we were dropped off on the main road.  This meant a long walk over slippery cobbles in high heels in poor light in the rain - not the best way to start a fetish night.

Nevertheless, a lovely German gentleman came to my aid as I tottered over the uneven cobbles, trying desperately to keep my long dress off the wet ground.  After showing my ticket at the gate, we got onto the wooden decking at the rear of the club, settled against the banks of the River Spree.  We snapped some photographs in the shelter of the floating seating area before entering the main club area itself.  It was good to see it was already quite busy, although there wasn't as much seating available as last year.  Memories of fucking M and her husband came flooding back as I looked around the club.  There were already a few friends around, and it was great to meet up with old and new friends.  Sensibly, the organisers had kept the fashion show to a respectable length - last year's near 4-hour marathon was replaced by a more audience-friendly 1 hour, which meant more time for socialising and dancing.  With Massive Attack and Faithless blaring from the speakers and surrounded by a throng of sexy fetish pervs, I was again in my element.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - German Fetish Ball, Berlin

Despite the up-for-it crowd though, there wasn't too much happening.  There wasn't really anywhere to sit, and with the weather being so chilly and wet it meant no-one was utilising the big outdoor seating.  That left the heaving throng shuffling between the two main rooms, which left little room for dancing, sitting or fucking.  A few of our group left early at around 2.00am, but I decided to keep going to see if anything would improve the night.

Slowly the club emptied and I found myself with plenty of room on the dancefloor.  I was happily dancing to a thumping, gyrating dance-track when a slim sexy blonde in tiny latex bra and a black latex skirt began mimicking my moves in front of me, moving closer and closer.  Soon we were dancing together, stroking each others bodies softly.  Eventually we got close enough to begin kissing and I cupped my hands around her arse, pulling her tightly into me.  Over the loud throbbing music she tried to tell me her name - I'll just call her Sophia as I couldn't hear her name over the music!  I pulled away and pointed over to one of the now nearly empty long leather sofas.  She followed me back to the seating area where, in broken English, she introduced me to her rather muscle-bound husband, P.  They were both Parisians, visiting the event for the first time and clearly up for some fun.  Next to where her husband sat another couple who where already enthusiastically fucking - the girl, with writhing long hair was on all fours whilst her masked lover rode her from behind.

I decided to waste no time, and pushed Sophia back onto the sofa, releasing her small but pert breasts from her bra as I did so.  I kissed her on her red lips before lowering my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, softly pinching the other.  She moaned and opened her legs as far as they would go in the tight and constricting latex pencil skirt.  Seeing it would get in the way of our fun, I motioned for her to remove it, which she did happily, and as I sunk my head between her now naked thighs to taste her scented pussy, P fed his hard thick cock into her mouth.  I slid a couple of fingers into her wet cunt, keeping my tongue flicking over her clit and enjoyed the spectacle of watching her take the long length of hard cock between her lips.

The girl next to her, still being fucked from behind by her unknown lover, began sucking Sophia's hard nipples.  I moved my free hand and stroked the long-haired girl.  We were suddenly in a 5-piece sex scene, and my own pussy was wet with excitement.  We continued until I felt Sophia's muscles clasping tightly around my fingers as she came.  P then moved her onto all fours, and began lustily fucking her from behind.  I slid my hands around her grasping pussy, feeling and stroking the hard shaft of her husband's cock as he drove into her, taking her juices over my slender fingers that were oiling his cock.  I lifted my fingers to his lips, and he hungrily licked them clean.

I moved my hand around to his well-muscled and tight arse, slipping it between his legs and stoking his balls as he continued fucking Sophia.  He grunted his approval, and I leaned close to his ear.  "Do you like your arse being played with?" I asked.  He nodded excitedly, and I retrieved some lubricant and a latex glove from my bag.  I lubed up my long fingers and eased them into his arse.  As I massaged his arse he thrust himself harder into Sophia.  He pulled himself out her cunt and I bent down, taking his hot slippery cock into my mouth and tasted Sophia's juice.  I kissed P, letting him savour the flavours of their fucking on my lips, before taking hold of his erection and easing it back between the swollen lips of her pussy.  He thrust into her again for a short while before pulling back out, and once again I sucked his cock, tasting pure sex on my tongue.    I leaned over Sophia and motioned for her to open her mouth.  She did so, and I gently spat the mingled juices into her mouth.  It was enough to push her to her orgasm as P thrust his come into her.

Smiling, I packed my bag and left them to their come-down, and they smiled their thanks as I headed off into the crowd.  At that point I remembered I'd missed a chance for a naughty photo, but I think my mind was on other things.  Oh well - the memories will have to do.

I managed to meet up with some friends that had also lasted the distance, but by now 5.00am had passed and I felt it was time to head off into the early morning to get to bed.  Outside, the weather had finally cleared but the morning was definitely cool.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - morning has broken, Berlin

I headed back inside and collected my coat before finally saying goodbye to the few remaining friends that had lasted longer than I had.  Once again, last year there was a line of Mercedes-Benz taxis waiting just after the front desk - this year it was yet another trip over the slippery cobbles to the main road.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - heading home, Berlin

Despite being a lone female, I was disappointed that the first taxi I asked to take me back to the hotel simply refused and drove off.  The next driver also looked like he was going to do the same until I offered €10 for the very short trip.  He agreed, but even then did so grudgingly.  I later found out that these yellow taxis cannot refuse a ride - it is the law from the city.

Anyway, by 6.00am I was in bed, my latex gown hung up, my shoes off, but with a beaming smile still on my face that even two surly taxi drivers couldn't remove.  A brilliant night.

I didn't want to laze in bed all say on the Sunday though, as I had promised myself a return trip to Cafe V - the best vegetarian eatery in Berlin.  I went there last year and still have great memories of the fantastic food, and was eager to visit again.  It is only a 20-minute stroll from the hotel to the cafe, though the colourful Kreuzberg district, and I even manged to persuade a couple of die-hard meat-eaters to try it this time around.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Kreuzberg, Berlin

It was good chance for a last look at this part of the city, which has become a favourite area for me with so many good memories and times linked to it. 

As usual, Cafe V didn't disappoint.  Not only did they play a David Bowie CD through our meal (Bowie and Berlin - they are forever linked in my head after last year!) but I had the most tremendous vegan pizza, just enough to keep me going until the evening meal I had planned for later, and even the meat-eaters left totally satisfied.  A fabulous place and one to look out for on any trip to Berlin.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Cafe V, Berlin

I spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in the hotel before heading off once more into the city centre - this time for a farewell dinner with friends.

I met them at their holiday apartment near Checkpoint Charlie, and we took a short stroll to find somewhere nice to eat.  On the way, in classic Berlin-style, some bizarre wall-art caught my attention.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Berlin

I'm not sure who the sardonic humour is directed at, but I simply can't imagine the grim and unsmiling Manchester City Council approving such a display.  And people say the it's the Germans who don't have a sense of humour!

We took a group decision and decided on Italian food, and the nearby Ristorante Sale E Tabbachi proved to be an expensive choice - but worth every cent and Euro that the meal cost.  It was exquisite..  They even made me a special dessert as there wasn't anything on the menu I could eat - that is five-star service.  It was a great final evening of the holiday, and a great way to wish each other a safe journey home.  By midnight I was back in my hotel, reminiscing about the fabulous time in Berlin.

On Monday it was time for the long trip home, and a farewell to Berlin.  This second visit hasn't changed my feelings towards this fantastic city and it's people.  Danke Berlin.  Ich bin eine Berliner, indeed.

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