They had been looking at each other from across the dancefloor all evening. Her face would appear as the strobe flashed, the dark eyes searching, vulnerable, defiant. "I dare you," they said. The techno throbbed, pulsed and resonated with a room full of dancers.
I finished my drink and walked towards the chill-out room. I was getting restless, felt trapped by my usual reserve, and wanted to stop torturing myself by staring at this girl. There was a balcony right at the end of the room, and as I pushed through the doors and they closed behind me, the thumping base muted and I was able to breathe clear summer air. It was dark, and the lights of Berlin twinkled like a reflection of the night sky. I leaned against the wall of the converted warehouse and sighed. I might be sexually frustrated, but this holiday had been fantastic.
Behind me, I heard the doors open and close. I turned, and it was the girl. She had dark hair, dark eyes, and the kind of olive skin I have always found irresistibly attractive. She was wearing a maroon coloured vest and dark blue skinny jeans. She had on scruffy converse, in keeping with the shabby-chic Berlin look. She glanced at me long enough to tell me she knew who I was, and then out towards the city. The night was still and warm, and there was a form of urban quiet - leaving aside the low insistent beat of the bass and the distant sound of a police siren. In an instant I decided to act. Sometimes you get sick of thinking about what might have been.
I walked over behind her and planted a kiss on the exposed nape of her neck. She tasted salty. She gasped, straightened herself and looked self consciously around. The balcony was empty aside from us - it was in a lesser-known part of the enormous building which housed the club. At that moment I knew two things: I was going to fuck her. And I was going to do it here. I grabbed her slim wrist and moved her over to the shadow, around a corner where there were no doors or windows. She was panting as I pushed her against the wall.
"I'm going to fuck you now," I informed her. She bit her bottom lip nervously, brown eyes once again darting nervously around. But then they came to rest on me. And they did not move away.
I grabbed a fistful of her short dark hair, and used it to turn her face to the right. Leaning heavily against her, I kissed her earlobe, pulling it lightly with my teeth. I flicked the tip of my tongue inside her ear. A sharp intake of breath urged me on.
Letting go of her hair, I grabbed both wrists and pulled them above her head, pinning them with my left hand against the wall. She did not resist. I kissed her then, on the mouth; an urgent, insistent kiss. I wanted to devour her. Her lips were young, soft and responded eagerly to mine. In our hunger, our teeth clashed and our tongues rehearsed what we wanted to happen later. My right hand was under her vest top and over her bra, which was lacy. Her breasts were average sized, firm, and the nipples were erect. I pushed her vest up and began to kiss her chest, and run my tongue down between her breasts until her bra stopped me. As I started to hold a nipple between my lips and firmly pull, she tried to move her arms. I'm not sure why, but this act of defiance tipped me over the edge of a precipice. I spun her around and pushed her toward the concrete balustrade that edged the balcony.
"Lean against it - you're going to need support." My voice had grown husky. I barely recognised it.
As she did so, I reached around, unbuckled her belt and pulled it from her jeans. I undid her buttons and pushed the jeans down. Cute black knickers, lacy edged. Grabbing the edge of the belt, I ran it up the inside of her leg, up the thigh, until it rested against the crotch of her knickers. She gasped, "Oh god", and arched her back. She involuntarily spread her legs wider. Seeing this expression of desire made me breathless. I wanted to feel how wet she was, but I was determined to make us both wait.
Twisting the belt around my fist, I had about a foot of plastic dangling down as I said, "Straighten your back and your legs." She obeyed. Her body formed an L shape; her backside the inviting corner. I ran my left hand down, over the rucked-up cotton of her top and onto the satiny material of her knickers. My warm hand rested against her buttocks for a moment. She moaned.
I swung the plastic belt sharply and it cracked against her flesh. She cried out. I said: "Be quiet. People will hear you." I swung it again, harder, sharper, and heard her cry. A third time, harder still. She was sobbing slightly, obediently keeping still, and because she had obeyed me I swung her around, kissed her voraciously and put my hand inside her knickers. They were soaking wet. My fingers slipped inside the warmth of her and we both gasped this time. To the distant beat of the techno I fucked her, sliding slippery fingers over her clit, inside her cunt, over and over until she came, wrapped around me, mouth locked upon mine. In the darkness, a plane began its decent to Tegel airport, and, slumped together on the floor of the balcony, we watched it bank and align itself in the required position; it's lights flashing in the summer night sky.