Saying that she was âjust nervousâ didnât really explain it at all. Lily was almost quaking in her boots. Just getting up the courage to walk here had almost taken everything out of her. But she was determined, and Lily when she was determined was a force to be reckoned with. Even if she was shy and nervous. As she was on vacation from the States, and she was alone in Berlin, Lily wanted to do something crazy. Something she couldnât do back in her home state of Iowa. And sex clubs defiantly didnât exist in rural Iowa. Nothing existed in rural Iowa. Well, except cows and wheat. So, biting her lower lip and taking a deep breath, she opened the door to her first sexual experience.<br/><br/>When she had asked the concierge about fun things to do in Berlin he didnât immediately go to the sex clubs. But after talking for more than half an hour and expressing her desire to do something âwickedâ (she had said the word with a blush) he smiled and told her a bit about some of the sex and bondage clubs in Berlin. The best one he said was the Bunker ran by the handsome and sexual adaptive Viktor. His descriptions of the man had her nearly dripping with anticipation. And she had decided then and there that she was going to go. No matter how nervous she was.<br/><br/>So now she stood there. Dressed in an outfit she had brought from the States just for this. A black heavily boned but elegantly executed corset tightly encircled her torso, pushing up her more then ample breasts. A skong, or a skirt with a thong attached graced her hips in a filmy material that showed off her legs while hiding most of her private parts. Knee tall gartered black stockings covered her legs and disappeared into 4 inch black heels with the toe visible. It was the sluttiest thing she had ever worn. And she never would have worn it here except she was covered in a black trench.<br/><br/>She prayed with all her heart she wouldnât be ignored, that this younginâ from the States was good enough to get at least some action.