Fucking Horny NJOY

Our compartment is empty. Sappho has her bag stuffed in the overhead luggage rack and is sitting in the seat across from me. "You can tell me now, right?" She points to the screen showing the train's final destination. "Nijmegen. What the hell is there to do in Nijmegen?"

"Who says we won't get out earlier, Sherlock? But I'll tell you, if you ask really nicely." Sappho raises her eyebrow. Nice asking. as if .

"Damn it," I say, laughing. "Okay, we're indeed going to Nijmegen, but we're not staying there. We're traveling a bit further to a cottage I booked in the middle of nowhere. Well, in Schaijk. Basically the middle of nowhere, so to speak."

"Okayyyyy..." Her eyes narrow. "But is this going to be a weekend getaway or a weekend getaway?" With that last word, she gives me a meaningful look.

I slide forward in my chair and lean toward her. I sit down, straddling her, teasingly. My skirt rides up, pressing tightly against my skin, and I place my hands between my legs to keep my distance. "What are you hoping for?"

Her face moves closer, and I smell her perfume. Spicy. Warm. Heavy. A challenging smile plays around her lips, and she says softly, "I think you know that very well."

My blood is rushing to my head. Despite all my intentions to be the hot, fearless babe this weekend, I'm starting to feel a bit insecure and tense again.

Sappho notices it immediately. She gives me a reassuring kiss. "I'm looking forward to it, darling." Grinning, she continues, "I'm just incredibly curious how you'll combine a little house in the middle of nowhere with my fantasy. Or did you invite all of Schaijk to gather around the bed?"

We laugh. The tension—my tension—ebbs away. The hot, fearless babe takes over again.

"Our weekend away doesn't just start in Schaijk, does it?" My hands move from between my legs to my knees. My legs are still spread, my heart rate tripled.

Sappho's eyes immediately dart to my crotch. "Ahhh," she says, scooting to the edge of her chair and pushing my skirt up a little further with her hands. "Is it starting here already?"

"Actually, only from Driebergen-Zeist onward, but okay then." I take her hands and place them on the inside of my thighs. "I'm not wearing this skirt for nothing."

Of course, Sappho goes for it right away. Her fingers dig firmly into my skin, leaving a burning trail as they confidently move toward my thong. The further up she goes, the more sensitive my skin becomes. I lean forward. With both hands, I grab her head and pull it toward me. We kiss passionately, almost hungrily, yearning for each other. Sappho's thumbs massage the inside of my thighs, just barely touching my vulva.

"Dear passengers, the next station is Driebergen-Zeist. After this, we'll continue via Arnhem to this train's final destination: Nijmegen. But first: Driebergen-Zeist station." I start and automatically sink back into my seat.

Not Sappho. She leans even closer to me. "Driebergen-Zeist," she repeats, without taking her eyes off me. "This is where it starts, isn't it?" Her hands disappear further under my skirt, her thumbs now so close to my vulva that I crave her touch, but at the same time I feel the train slowing down and know that more people are about to board.

"Do you regret this weekend away yet?"

My thoughts are racing. Yeah, what the fuck are we doing? People are going to be coming into our compartment. I'm sitting here with my legs spread and two thumbs just barely disappearing into my pussy. But also: no, because this is so exciting and I can see how much Sapph is enjoying it. And those thumbs... "I don't think so."

It's the final push Sappho needs. I feel her reach the edge of my thong and caress it. Meanwhile, the train has come to a stop. The doors open with a hiss. There's a shuffling and a commotion.

Sappho's thumb gently brushes over my thong, up towards my clit. I inhale sharply.

'That underwear is a shame.'

The compartment door slides open and people enter. Two of them are deep in conversation and sink into the nearest seats. Behind them, a man appears, scrolling down the aisle on his phone. He's not looking at us, but he's getting closer and closer. Sappho follows my gaze.

A teasing smile plays around her lips. Her thumb worms its way under my thong and makes that sweeping upward motion again. I break out in a sweat. Without the piece of fabric between her thumb and my vulva, it's really hard to breathe.

As the man walks by, Sappho presses my clit. I sit frozen in my chair, my gaze fixed on her, but out of the corner of my eye, I keep a close eye on the man. He's still engrossed in his phone. Thank God! As soon as he's past, Sappho's thumb moves down again. And then up again. Down again.

So good. So hot. I want her to keep going like this forever. "Still no regrets, do you think?"

"This is it, girls!" The receptionist enthusiastically points to our little house, which is almost entirely made of glass. "Wow!" Sappho exclaims. I beam and squeeze her hand. "Beautiful, isn't it? I really couldn't wait to show it to you."

"This bit of woods is private," the woman continues. "The cottage isn't visible from the road, and we never enter the grounds unannounced. So feel free to use the outdoor shower; it's truly all yours." She hands us the key. "Inside, there's a folder with information, including a map of the grounds with directions to the restaurant and spa. If you have any questions, you know where to find me, okay?"

We thank her, and I drag Sappho into the cottage. "Wow," Sappho says again once we're inside. She turns around and looks up. Not only the walls, but also the roof are made of glass. "It's like having your bed in the middle of the forest."

She pushes my back against one of the windows and crouches down in front of me. "So I want sex in public, and you rent a glass house. How did you come up with that?" She pulls down my thong.

"Unfortunately for you, it's very private here." I chuckle. "But with a bit of luck, a stray birdwatcher will stumble onto the property this weekend."

"Baby, I love it all." Sappho taps me between my thighs, causing me to spread my legs slightly. I feel her warm breath between my legs, her soft tongue against my clit. "You are amazing."

"I know," I say, a little wobbly on my legs, "and to confirm that, I have another surprise for you." I reach into my bag and pull out a rectangular gift.

Sappho jumped up to take it. "Oh wow, that's pretty heavy."

She tears off the paper enthusiastically. "Show-off," she mutters. A black box appears with silver letters on it: enjoy . She looks at me confused-but-intrigued.

When she opens the lid, a pink satin fabric appears, with something on it that looks suspiciously like a large, metal dildo.

Curved, with a slightly smaller bulb at one end and a larger one at the other. Sappho takes it out of the box and holds it to her ear and mouth as if it were an old-fashioned telephone. "Hello?" she asks. "Who is this with? Or rather, what is this?"

"This, Sappho, sex goddess of the Low Countries," I say solemnly, but with a big grin on my face, "seems to be the crème de la crème of sex toys, according to all the toy testers in the world."

"This thing?" Sappho runs the metal contraption through her hands, examining it from all sides. "Okay, I was already intrigued, but now you really have my undivided attention."

Apparently, it has the perfect curve and heft to give you mind-blowing orgasms. The sex toy tester I heard talking about it on a podcast said she got wet just looking at it. Even her story made me want to have penetration.

"Wait, you? Normally you don't even like one finger in there."
"Imagine." "Okay, that's a possibility." Sappho gives me a dirty look, then looks at the dildo and back again. "So this whole thing has to go in?" "Don't worry about that. That won't be a problem this weekend."

There's always something strange about a locker room at the spa. On the one hand, I know everyone's going to see me completely naked, but on the other, I'm still fumbling with my bathrobe because it feels strange to just let everything flutter around. Sappho clearly isn't bothered by this, I can tell. She's standing next to me, stark naked, bent over, packing up her locker without any embarrassment.

She looks up and tugs at the belt of my bathrobe, causing it to hang open slightly. As she stands up, she says softly, "I never thought you'd dare do it so publicly." She says it jokingly, but the slightly serious undertone in her remark doesn't escape me.

"Don't get any ideas. Sex in a sauna, that's not something you want to think about. Way too hot. A hassle. I saw this more as a nice start to our weekend. And of course, I won't miss a moment to see you naked. I'm going to watch you the whole time."

The showers are busy. Sappho is standing on the other side of the room, bathed in warm water. I try to put on a show for her by slowly and sensually spreading the shower gel over my breasts, stomach, and thighs. But Sappho doesn't notice. She's just neatly adhering to the unwritten sauna rules and scrubbing herself clean as sexlessly as possible. When she finally catches my eye, she laughs. She licks her lips and briefly pinches her nipple.

I honestly hadn't planned on making Sappho's fantasy a reality in the spa beforehand; that's what I rented the glass house for. But her hands under my skirt on the train, her licking my clit in the house, Sappho's sexy body fresh out of the shower and now next to me in the sauna, make it so that right now I can think of nothing but sex.

We're sitting next to each other during an infusion. The sauna instructor waves a large cloth around the room, wafting the scorching air. With every wave, the heat slides across my skin, and for the first time ever, I experience it as something sensual. Like a touch without actual contact. Everything glows. I'm on edge. Every movement, every sensation feels erotic. With my eyes, I follow a bead of sweat sliding down my neck, over my breasts, and down my stomach. I feel sexy, completely comfortable in my body. I'm not sure whether I'm wet or if it's sweat I feel between my legs, but there's certainly something going on. As inconspicuously as possible, I press my thighs together to stimulate my clit. Sappho doesn't miss it. She places her hand on my thigh and squeezes it gently. I breathe in the warm, spicy sauna air deeply and exhale slowly, surrendering to the languid feeling.

After cooling down, we float together in the outdoor pool.
"There's nothing as good as swimming naked," says Sappho. "That water splashing against my cunt." "Oh yeah, do you like that?" I push her against a wall and press my thigh firmly between her legs, against her clit. We kiss. Sappho's breasts poke just slightly above the water. "I think I need to go back on what I said earlier in the locker room."

'What do you mean?'
'That the spa might actually be a good place for sex after all.'

"Are you serious?" she asks with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. I nod slowly. "But not here, this is very visible."

Sappho can no longer contain her enthusiasm. "I think I know something. Come on."

This is indeed much better. The room is filled with a dense, warm mist. "Brilliant," I whisper in Sappho's ear as soon as we step into the steam room. I see the faint outlines of people sitting here and there on the benches, but further back it seems empty. At the entrance, we've both grabbed a handful of almond scrub from the bowl. Sappho doesn't wait; she stands behind me and immediately starts scrubbing my bottom. The stuff feels rough, yet velvety soft at the same time.

My skin tingles. Her hands move along my sides, across my stomach, massaging my breasts. I glance again at the silhouettes on the other side of the room. No one seems to be paying attention to us. I turn to Sappho and start applying the scrub to her as well. Our bodies intertwine, we're smooth and slippery. Behind us, we hear the door open and close.

“I think we're alone,” Sappho whispers.

I look around again. No more silhouettes, only steam. A showerhead hangs next to us. Sappho turns it on and rinses me off with it, then rinses the scrub off herself as well. The cool water runs along my vulva lips, giving me an idea. Without hesitation, I guide Sappho's hand with the showerhead towards her cunt. The jet sprays right against her clit, and she gasps. "Hold it like that," I instruct her. My hands glide over her body and are everywhere. I knead her breasts, pinch her nipples, grab her buttocks firmly, claw her back, and kiss her. She moans, the showerhead still neatly in place.

I slowly lower myself to my knees. I lick her thigh and gently push the showerhead aside, making room for my tongue. Eagerly, I begin to go down on her. "Fuck," Sappho forces out.

Her delicious salty flavor fills my mouth. Jesus, she's so good. I go all the way, burying my face between her legs and sliding two fingers inside her. I feel her warmth, she's fucking wet, and little else is needed. As far as I'm concerned, this could have gone on much longer, but before I know it, she's cumming with shuddering moans.
I grin up at her through the mist. "So?" I ask. "Was this public enough for you?" It's already dark outside when we get back to the cottage. I flop onto the bed. Tired, rosy, and proud of myself. Sappho crawls up beside me and snuggles into me. "This is truly fantastic. I love you." Satisfied, I close my eyes and run my fingers through her hair. For a moment, it's quiet, and we just lie there. "Baby?"
"Hmm?" I mumble.
Your gift is staring at me.
Oh god. That girl just won't stop.
Sappho stands up, takes the dildo out of the box, and walks with it to the kitchen. I hear water running. "What are you doing?" I ask. "I'm just getting it warmed up," comes a voice from the kitchen, a slight laugh in her voice. And then, in a serious, perhaps even commanding tone: "You take off your clothes." Those last words set my whole body on fire again. Tingling, electricity, tension. I obediently do as I'm told.

Sappho walks back to the bed, the dildo in her hand. It suddenly seems much bigger than I remember. I try to swallow my nerves.

"Open your mouth," she orders. The cold hits me unexpectedly. She hasn't warmed the dildo like I thought, but rather held it under cold water. I lick it. The metal is smoother than smooth; it feels sexy. I'm getting horny from the thought of Sappho sliding this thing inside me. She moves the cold metal from my mouth and lets it slide along my skin. I shiver.

"Come on," she says, getting off the bed. "Stand by the window, with your back to me." That commanding tone again that makes me so hot.

I place my hands against the equally cold window and press my nipples against the glass. The forest is dark, our little house the only source of light. If anyone walks by now, I'll be in the spotlight. That thought makes me even hornier; I feel my own juices running down my legs. Sappho kneels behind me and grabs my legs for support. Instinctively, I move my pelvis back, pushing my ass more into the air. There's her tongue. She's greedy too. My hands loosen their grip on the window. A sigh escapes, followed by a moan.

Sappho pulls away from me. "Do you want to try?" she asks. I can only nod.

Immediately, I feel the cold steel against my vulvar lips. Sappho slowly makes circular motions with the small bulb, wetting them thoroughly and making them even more slippery.

I'm out of patience. I've never wanted to feel something inside me so badly. I tilt my pelvis again to let Sappho know I'm ready. Sappho places the bulb against the entrance to my vagina and slowly slides it inside. She slowly moves the dildo back and forth. This is wonderful, but I want more. Mad with desire, I press two fingers to my clit and start circling wildly. This isn't it either; it's not enough. I can hardly believe I want this, but...

“I want the other side inside me,” I pant.

Without a word, Sappho pulls the dildo out of me. A strange feeling. "Feel it," she says, "it's burning hot." She stands behind me and presses herself firmly against me with one arm, pressing the heated dildo to my lips. I lick, I suck, I taste myself. What a hot thing. She turns the large ball towards me so I can lick it wet.

"I'll put it in, yeah?"

I nod, exhale, and try to relax my muscles as much as possible. The sphere is large, but it slides inside me surprisingly effortlessly. Everything seems to conform perfectly to the curve. The weight, the size, the movement Sappho makes with it—it's divine. I don't know what's happening to me. Sappho starts slowly, and I help her find the right angle.

Fuck, yeah. Like this. And now faster.

She picks up the pace. Faster and faster. She presses herself hard against me, gripping me tighter and tighter. My fingers soon find their way to my clit. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. I've never felt this before. As the bulb inside me slides along just the right spot and my fingers play with my clit, I'm about to explode. I start to moan louder and louder, stare into the darkness, suddenly realize I'm standing in full light, and then I come. Overwhelmingly, almost screaming, I come.

"Absolutely the best sex toy ever," says Sappho. "Jesus Christ, yes!"

We flop down on the rug, watching the clouds drift slowly by above us. "Tomorrow we're just going to play Yahtzee, you know. I can't take it anymore." "Oh, Yahtzee, go ahead. You really have big plans for this weekend." "Does that lost birdwatcher have anything to see tomorrow?"