My First Time at KitKat Club Berlin
An eventful and intriguing night filled with lots of surprises in one of the sexually most open places on earth.
Prologue
We three arrive at a different flat — for the actual pre-game. By now, we have grown to a group of over ten people who are getting ready for the night. A balanced mix of older and younger people, first-timers like myself, and regulars. Drinks get passed around and outfits perfected. Lots of harnesses and Dessous are brought up. Seeing all this naked skin — butts and tits bouncing. At this point, I am not talking much. Now… now is for the visual pleasure!
In this preparation tumult, some platform high heels get pulled out of a big box. The girls start trying them on. Instantly, they become 15 centimeters taller and somehow remind me of a girl I had previously met. I mention this thought to my friend. He doesn’t fuck around and decides to instantly text her, convincing her to join us. Why am I mentioning all of this? Without knowing, this girl will become the main character my story. This small, even careless mention of her name shapes the whole evening. I forgot it shortly after, only realizing the effect I had when the pre-party was over. Our group now stands in front of the club, and this girl arrives.
Despite the fact that it’s a cold winter night and everyone is dressed in coats, giving only very few clues for any imagination, her appearance instantly makes an impression. Saying I know her would be an overstatement. We previously barely talked to each other for longer than 15 minutes. And after a friendly hug and the exchange of a few words, I focus my attention back on the person I previously talked to.
In the meantime, luckily, one of the regulars arranges for our big group to skip the line. My improvised outfit gets overlooked—entrance granted!
First Chapter
The first stop is the wardrobe. Losing all the winter layers and leaving the phone — those are strictly prohibited. It is interesting seeing all those people strip down without any inhibition; they are getting naked, complimenting each other, exchanging looks, and then re-focusing on their outfits. The wardrobe is huge and I can only imagine the sheer amount of bodies in the rest of the club. Everyone is in fishnets, leather, latex, vinyl, or other extraordinary, non-streetwear garments. It’s a very bright club, and I struggle a bit to get the vibe. The exhausting previous nights, spontaneously stranding here and I forgot to mention: I have a train scheduled at 8 o’clock in the morning to drive to the other side of Germany. Guess I am gonna miss that one — a problem to solve for the future me.
“Why am I here? Do I even fit in?” — Walking with our group, those kinds of questions pop into my head. I am comfortable with my sexuality, I don’t feel any kind of shame or anything alike. But still, I usually go to parties where sex is more in the background. Here: It is prominent! No one talks about the music or which DJ is playing, another experience is in focus.
We pass lots of beds and large couches. They are full of people. The club is packed. Mostly, they just sit there, talking or looking at the guests passing by. From time to time, you see a hand suspiciously placed in the crotch area, blowjobs given, or girls being eaten out. But it’s not prominent. Maybe because it is only 1 am and the night is still young.
Graciously, a guy from our group offers to guide me around and help me get used to this place. However, his last time here was years ago, and he himself struggles to orientate. Nonetheless, we make our way through a sheer mass of half-naked bodies, passing different dance floors playing all kinds of genres.
At some point, he meets a friend of his, and I decide to leave both of them alone and continue exploring on my own. As I continue my way through the club, I sometimes exchange a flirtatious smile, but can clearly sense the different experience levels of the guests. Ranging from shy and a bit unsure of what to make out of this (probably tourists), to people running around fully naked who seemingly lost their inhibitions decades ago.
Some people talk about KitKat trying to paint a picture of all beauty, but that is not true. There is a fair share of old men clearly taking advantage of the public nature of certain actions. A bit disturbing at first. For me, it’s rather amusing to see that kind of freedom for everybody, but that attitude came with growing up in Berlin and slowly getting comfortable in the Techno scene, which praises personal freedom. I don’t judge people who don’t have this background and who might take a while to acclimate— overall, that’s the beautiful thing here, finding out something new about yourself, and maybe even living it out.
I continue my stroll toward the main floor. A couple is playing with ropes and tying each other up. This puts a smile on my face. Conveniently, some people from my group are standing at the bar there, so I join them for a drink. We are only a few feet away from hundreds of people simultaneously moving to the beats. The music is fast-paced and a mix of minimal with some psytrance elements in it. It’s not really my cup of tea, but for now, I only perceive it in the background.
Upon joining the conversation, I find myself standing next to the gorgeous blond girl who joined us spontaneously. Finally, now that the winter garments are off, I also have the chance to take a full look at her. She wears chunky black boots that accentuate her long legs beautifully, which are covered in loose, somewhat torn stockings. Matching those are some fishnets she wears on her upper body, covering her arms and breasts. You can see her nipples slightly peaking out as she is otherwise only wearing an open bra. One that matches her slip. A very pleasant look overall!
Surely, she can sense the pleasure that rages in me after my exploration walk. As I slowly come closer, I look deeply into her eyes — and see a matching spark of excitement. Without hesitation, I put my hand around her waist and slightly but confidently pull her toward me. “What a pleasure to find you again so quickly — the club is packed!” are my first words to her. “Yes! Not having a phone makes it a game of luck to find who you are searching for,” she replies enthusiastically, and a smile forms on her face. At this point, I really don’t care much about the words but more about my hand on her hip and her warm skin. I smile back, and my hand slowly goes up her spine and to the back of her head. I slightly direct it towards mine — no hesitations. And then, a kiss!
At first, only slowly and gently. Then, a short break lets our lips part, and we look at each other. Her eyes are literally screaming for more, so my hand travels a few inches down to her neck and pulls her in for a second, more passionate kiss.
Second Chapter
We quickly turn away from the rest of our group and disappear into the anonymity of the dancefloor. Even here, it is unusually bright for a nightclub. Other dancers’ faces are easy to identify, and the mood is good, resulting in many smiles.
I lead my girl into the center, slightly guide her to come in front of me, and glide my hands gently over her waist onto her hips. The kick comes back, and instantly, a flash of energy rushes through the crowd. Everybody is mechanically moving with the beat and getting into the groove. My hands dictate the rhythm while our bodies are still a few centimeters apart, leaving each other some breathing room. The next break comes, quickly the kick disappears again, and the melody takes the dominant part. As a reaction, the tension of the dancers seemingly drops and the four to the floor movement stops, becoming more of a free flow.
I drag my partner into me, still moving to the music, and she happily joins the motion. With one hand, I remove the hair from her neck and start to kiss it while the other hand strokes her leg. The melody becomes more intense as my tongue travels up to her ear. Gripping tightly into her thigh while circling around her earlobe shows her how much pleasure this situation brings me. She turns around and deeply kisses me, but only for a few seconds until the kick comes back and we drift apart into the music.
I do not intend to interrupt this play, but the guy makes the impression of working here — or at least being a regular. So I slowly and carefully approached him and asked where it was possible to find a somewhat more private space. He looks at me in surprise, and even though he understood my German question, he replies in English with a heavy Italian accent: “There are no private places in KitKat!” turning back and continuing to spank the girl in front of him.
So there is our answer, and we decide to instead sit down at the most prominent spot of the club, which is easily findable, as it is a large pool in the middle of a chill-out area. However, it serves less as a pool and more as a cold bath after a hot sauna session. One is conveniently located on the left of it.
Upon lowering ourselves, we take a deep breath to compensate for the odyssey we’ve just experienced. We are both somehow relieved that we can at least relax — even if it’s not in private. Finally, we can look into each other’s eyes again, and the amusement about what just happened is written into them. We let out a slight laugh while we face each other simultaneously, leaning forward for another kiss. Right now, I don’t care about another thing! It’s just about this moment, having her lips on mine, playing around with each other’s tongues while our hands explore our bodies.
Suddenly, I don’t feel any movement anymore; I can feel her, but only in a static way. I carefully open my eyes, get out of the kiss, and stand up. Around me, everything freezes up, and only one motion comes from me. I look down and see the girl as if we still are in a deep kiss. I turn around and see a man underwater in the pool who just jumped in, as small water drops splash on impact and are still lingering in the air. It’s quiet, and I can hear only my breathing and the sound of my shoes as I slowly start moving.
What a bizarre trick my mind is playing on me. Passing the dozens of people lying on the sofas next to the pool — a woman is just about to place herself onto the lap of a fully naked man while the people sitting next to them are smoking, waiting for the penetration to happen. All their eyes are wide open, and they are expecting something exciting. A slight shimmer of wetness flashes between the woman’s legs while the cigarette smoke is caught mid-air. I admire this situation for a few seconds before I continue walking. By now, I have done a full lap around the pool, finding myself in front of my girl again. Carefully, I sit down behind her and place my hands on her shoulders. I can feel the heat radiating from her skin, and then there is a slight movement.
Without realizing this anomaly, questioning the change in position or the silence, she turns around and continues with the kiss. Now, it’s two of us who have escaped the freeze. Down from her shoulders, my hands move towards her breasts, caressing her nipples through the fishnet as she further leans into me. I grab them more intensely and place them between my thumb and my index finger, gradually applying more pressure — a slight moan.
One hand stays there while the other passes her stomach and stops between her legs. The closer my fingers move toward the hottest point there, the deeper the kiss gets. I move her slip and can feel her wetness on my index finger, her tongue now deeply buried inside my mouth. Around us, still, no movement, no sound, it’s just the two of us who are present. While drawing circles with my hand between her legs and pinching her nipple, I decide to slip one finger inside her. She lets out a moan of relief directly into my mouth. Pulling away from the kiss, we open our eyes and look at each other.
It’s tense as we both are just comprehending what just happened. All of a sudden, the music sets back in. Voices, steps, and movements become audible, but we already had our moment!
Third Chapter
The cold air hits my face. Within a second, the surroundings changed from a cozy, warm place to a harsh, dark, and cold Berlin winter night. In the meantime, it started to snow. There still isn’t any on the ground, and probably it is too warm that it will be left by the dawn of the sun, but it creates a picturesque atmosphere. One could even call it romantic if there wasn’t the fact that we just exited a fetish club, and the bouncers to our left are still deciding on who to let in and who to reject by carefully judging if the person’s outfit is revealing and kinky enough.
I am not alone. The beautiful blonde girl from the club is with me, and it seems that this contrast in the environment has the same effect on her as it has on me.
Even though our appearance has changed, both of us switched from sexy revealing clothes to being wrapped up in thick winter jackets and comfortable jogging pants again. Exchanging looks still feels the same. When she opens her narrow eyes, perfectly accentuated and elongated with black eyeliner — her blue eyes now visible — I can barely hold myself. It might be the situation, the unexpected bond that only formed a few hours ago between us, or the fact that we both are incredibly horny — I feel pure heat looking into them, and I am certain she feels the same.
A second passes, and simultaneously, we both come back into the real world, quickly leaving the crowded entrance. “Off to your place it is. Tell me your address!”. She looks confused at me “Tonight is the one night we can’t go to my place. My new roommate for the next 3 months is crashing on my couch.”
Going to my place automatically means 3 or 4 times the time needed. But looking at her. Even now, fully covered up. There is such Tension in the air. Not wasting a second thought I write my address into the app.
This not only means that my already questionable decisions from the previous few days will be joined by an additional expense waiting for me on my bank statement but also that there is a one-hour drive in front of us. My girl seems rather amused by the whole situation and runs up to our cab, which has just arrived. Seeing the excitement in her walk interluded by small jumps—reminding me so much of Harley Quinn—quickly lets me forget any worries.
“Is this the right address?” the driver asks us in a tone of disbelief. “Yes,” I say while I hear a slight giggle on my right. After some quick convincing and the promise of a good tip, our journey begins.
“Let’s make ourselves comfortable; this will take a while,” I say before we both start taking our jackets off. After separating the thick layers, I feel a head resting on my thighs. I look down at her, and there she lies. Quietly, but with a slight smirk, looking at me. Her facial features are beautifully accentuated by the artificial city lights that fall through the car window. I can’t hold back!
A deep kiss follows as a reward for finally figuring everything out. And what a reward that is. Our tongues first slightly touch, feeling each other out. Then a gentle bite to the lip follows, first her, then me, and our motions get more passionate. Completely taken by it, ignoring the driver, I place my hand on her leg. She slightly shivers as it’s not fully warmed up yet, and after this little surprise, I see a smile forming on her lips. We’re still in the middle of our kiss.
Luckily, my hand doesn’t stay cold for long. Every millimeter I run up her thigh, it gets warmed up more and more. The fishnets she previously wore are torn, making it even more pleasurable to touch her bare skin. Finally, my hands reach her hill, and I can feel the wetness through the panties. I carefully but firmly press my fingers down and start with a slow circling motion. She stops the kiss, our lips still touching. A slight moan leaves her mouth, and the warm air hits my face. She opens her eyes, and I see sparks in them as glaring as if the sun hits still water. “Yessssss….” she whispers such that only I can hear her. She then proceeds to grab my head and presses our lips together.
We kiss in intervals and just shortly release, our faces staying millimeters apart, feeling each other’s hot breath. Sometimes, we purposefully play around with our noses. My one hand is on her head, and the other is still on the magical hill between her legs.
Time is flying, and the lights rush by as the cab speeds out of the city center on the motorway.
With only a few minutes left before we reach the destination, we lose this tight tension. Just now, we realized the horrible radio music that was playing. Gangster rap, but not the well-made one.
It is such a curious situation. We both randomly burst out in laughter. This whole ride is the perfect contrast to the overcrowded club. It is just time for us — alone in a very calming place with a bit of spice.
The driver stops . We’ve reached our destination. The surroundings here are different from the East Berlin streets. Quiet, and peaceful. Everyone is sleeping. Understandably, it’s 3 a.m.
I open the door to the apartment. The energy lingers in the air. It is not as tense as it was before. We both know that we have all the time in the world and will reward each other for finally being in private. Kitkat was good, but this was the space we both desperately envisioned for the past hours!
Purely a fictional Story!
