"How was your afternoon," I asked.

"Difficult," she said.

"Difficult?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "I've been so horny all afternoon." She paused for a moment before saying "I kept thinking about being in bed with you. I was distracted all afternoon."

"How about you?" she asked.

"Distracted, very distracted at dinner. I knew you were here waiting for me."

She told me that it had been a long time since she felt this horny. She said she looked forward to her times with her late husband. It was the newness (and perhaps my youth compared to her) that made "feel like a teenager." Whatever it was, she wanted to feel me inside her again.

She told me that she had talked to Megan and that she said "Hi!" to me. Megan was also glad her mother was taking the opportunity to spend some time with me during the week, telling her that not only would I be good to her, but that I would be good for her, also.

Sheryl told me to come to bed with her and I invited her to undress me for that, which she did. She did it slowly and sensuously as she removed each article of clothing and when she was done, she took my hand and guided me into bed. She turned off the lights beside the bed so that the room was lit only by the desk lamp. Over the next couple of hours it was, quite simply, an exquisite exploration of each other's body; every square inch.

When my first orgasm occurred, I was on top of her face-to-face. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly around me as she felt me pump another load of my cum into her. And, of course, we remained in this embrace (though loosened) until I slipped out of her. I drifted down to place my face between her legs, the scent being the combination of all her juices and mine, as I licked my cum out of her (again) to prepare both of us for another round. That second round eventually had us flip over so that she was on top of me on "my side" of the bed.

It was wondrously slow and gentle, almost like each stroke in and out was savored to repeat the previous one or to find a slightly different angle to feel the pressure between her vaginal walls and my cock. I didn't have to tell her that I was going to cum, she could feel it as I got close. I didn't try to hold back or ride the edge of orgasm. I just let her take me over the edge so she could feel my cock pulsing inside her again. As my orgasm subsided, she laid down upon me told me that it just felt so good as we gently stroked each other.

We were fully relaxed and drifted off to sleep in that position. I remember still being inside of her as her breathing indicated that she was falling asleep and the last thing I remembered about that was still being inside her with my cock being the plug that held my cum inside her. Sometime after I fell asleep, my cock slid out of her and my cum drained over and around my balls and down my ass crack to form a wet spot on the bed. Eventually, Sheryl rolled off me and and curled up beside me under the covers. We slept well that night.

When morning came, it was Sheryl who woke me. We were towards the center of the bed and I was sleeping on my back when I became aware of her climbing on top of me and sliding herself down to insert my cock inside her. It was actually a dream state that I was in when I sensed this and I enjoyed the gradual rise to consciousness as she inserted me fully. As I opened my eyes to see her, she said, "Such a marvelous erection...such a shame to waste." She continued to stroke me in and out of her and now that I was awake, she became more deliberate in her movements to feel the pleasure of her orgasm with me inside her. Again, it was a wonderful way to start the day.

She took me through my first orgasm of the day and in the afterglow she was propped up above me, looking at me.

"I missed this so much," she said to me. She clarified that I was actually the first man that she had been able to wake up with this way since her late husband had died. Yes, she finally had gotten to the point where she had allowed herself to have other sex partners and a couple of mother-daughter experiences. But I was the first male she was waking up in bed with like this and she realized that she missed the closeness that could be part of waking up and making love with someone who made her feel good. I was glad I could make her feel that way. And it lead to an intimate conversation between us including commentary on what it was like to feel me slide out of her and to know my cum was dribbling out of her.

Finally, she said "we need to get you up." Now, I understood what she meant. She meant that I needed to get out of bed and start preparing for my day at the conference.

"I think you've already done that," I replied with a smile.

"You're so bad," she said with a light swat to my hip and she rolled off me to let me up. We decided to order breakfast through room service again. Once again, it appeared that we would have enough time to shower together before breakfast was delivered. Another sensuous shower. One of our favorite parts of the shower was when I was standing behind after I had washed her back, down her buttocks, and the back and inside of her legs, I stepped up close to her to wash her front side (breasts, abdomen, and pubic area) from behind. She felt my erect cock slide up the small of her back as I embraced her to wash her.

When she washed me, she was focused on my buttocks and washing my cock and balls. The soap and the soft water made it so slippery. We finally rinsed and got out of the shower and put on the robes with just a few minutes to spare before room service arrived. It was the same young woman who brought us room service the previous day. She brought in the trays and set them on the table, I signed the receipt and gave her a tip. She told us that we could pre-order breakfast and have it delivered at a specific time if we wanted to use the hang tag that was available.

"This was a spur of the moment thing," I said. "But maybe tomorrow." We thanked her and she left.

After breakfast, I got dressed in my "presentation clothing."

"I clean up pretty good," I said to her.

"You do," she said. "But I still like you naked."

I gathered my papers together, put them in my briefcase (no enema bag because it was hanging in the closet), put on my nametag, and gave Sheryl a hug and a kiss. I told her that I'd be back at the break, if she was still there. She said that she might leave to take care of her business before I got back during the break. She wished me luck in my presentation if she didn't see me before the evening. Then she opened her robe and gave me a long view of her body before I left.

I'll note that, in these moments, I was not consciously aware of our age difference. Our age difference might have been apparent to the young woman who delivered our room service breakfast. Thinking about it later, I imagined that she had seen this type of thing before. Maybe she had seen the opposite situation more frequently with an older man and younger woman. In any case, in these most intimate moments, there was no thought on my part about our age difference.

As hard as it was to turn away from her body on full display, I smiled and told her that I would see her later. I left the room and rode the elevator down to the lobby level and went towards the meeting room. I met my colleagues there and then introduced myself to others. I don't remember a lot about that first session as I was looking forward to the break.

At the break, I rode up to my floor and and down the hall to my room. Sheryl was still there, waiting for me before she left. She was sitting at the table reading some papers that she had brought with her. She was sitting there in that hotel robe and she had left it open.

"I'd ask you if you'd want to do a quickie, but so far nothing you've done is quick," she said. Well, that was certainly true. It wasn't that I couldn't. It was more that I didn't. And it was only a 15-minute break. There would be a longer break in the afternoon, if she was back by then. We chose to wait until later. That didn't stop us from fondling each other over the next several minutes until I had to leave and head back down to the conference room.

"I want to leave you with a thought," she said as I prepared to go back downstairs.

"What's that?" I asked.

She pulled close to me and I slid my hands inside her robe to hug and hold her. She positioned herself so she could rub my erect cock through my pants with one hand and her other arm and hand wrapped behind my head and whispered "I want you to do me in the butt, again." Then she stuck her tongue in my ear that caused me to shudder (with delight) in her arms. She let me go and stepped back and with a twinkle in her eyes said "Okay?"

Before I could respond, she said, "Go on back to your meeting and I'll see you later," and with a quick kiss urged me to go back. I was very glad I was wearing a jacket as I headed back down the elevator because it hid the erection I was sporting in my pants. It was "hard" to concentrate with such a request on my mind. When the lunch break occurred I quickly went up to my room. She had left after I had. I went to where lunch was being served.

In the afternoon, my presentation was the lead-in presentation to the two-part technical presentation. I knew the material, had written a guidance document on the technical subject, had taught instructional courses to large groups of people and could give the short-form presentation in my sleep. But I'm also not afraid to critique myself and the presentation that I gave looked good to everyone else and yet wasn't up to my usual standards. I did what was necessary for my coworker to give the second-part of the presentation (after the afternoon break) that illustrated the principles that I had presented in part one. My mind wasn't quite as focused as it normally is when I'm up on the stage like that. And the truth be told, I was having thoughts about having my cock firmly and deeply planted in her ass.

Over the years, I have been asked how I've been able to get up in front of a group of several hundred people and make a presentation without appearing nervous. Looking back, I might now answer "I'm an exhibitionist at my core." I usually know my subject matter forwards and backwards and have figured out the best way to present it. And on the question of "butterflies in the stomach," I've told people that I still get those "butterflies," but that I've trained them to fly in formation.

I was nearing the end of my presentation when I looked up towards the entrance/exit doors at the back of the room and saw Sheryl standing there. I paused for just a moment when I looked up to see her and then continued with my discussion of whatever it was that my slide was showing at the moment. I only had a couple of slides left and then I completed my presentation. The was a brief Q&A period. She watched for a few minutes as I answered questions and went back to an earlier slide that I had shown to illustrate a point and to answer the question.

As I finished the answer, the person who asked the question asked me "who took the picture?"

"I did," I replied. I indicated that I crawled all around in these pieces of equipment to take the photos I showed. That I made the technical presentation and that I was showing examples from actual equipment I had worked with gave me a lot of credibility to these technical people (that later worked to my advantage when it came to future clients). I saw Sheryl leave and I continued with the Q&A until all the questions were answered and then we went to the afternoon break. I wanted to get to my room to see Sheryl, but I was button-holed by several people who wanted to have a more detailed follow-up conversation with me.

When I finally got back to the hotel room, Sheryl wasn't there. She had apparently come back, dropped off a bag at the room and then had left again. She did leave me a note telling me that she would return after dinner/supper. I returned to the conference area for the last session of the day where my coworker made the second part of the presentation. He gave an excellent presentation.

As the day closed out, there was a social function after the day's technical session. It wasn't enough to replace dinner or supper. Instead, it was a time to socialize with the attendees. I did go out with a group from the conference and I was anxious to get back to the hotel. We returned just before sunset and I said my goodnight to everyone. I entered the room, once again with a "Honey, I'm home." Sheryl was not there. Her bag was still there. She was not. I decided to get undressed and wait in the bed like she had waited for me the previous night.

I had been going back and forth from erect to semi-erect most of the day just thinking about what Sheryl wanted for this evening. Now that I was naked and in bed waiting for her, I was hard and erect once again with a nearly constant stream of precum leaking out of the tip of my cock. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long before she showed up.

"Hi! How was your presentation?" she asked as she came into the room.

"It was fine," I said. She explained that she had left after the morning break to attend some meetings in downtown and then had gone home after that to get some other clothes. When I saw her in the afternoon, she had come back to the hotel and realized that she had left something at her home. She came down to where the conference was being held and saw that I was up front making my presentation. She left and went back home and thought that she would get prepared for our anal time this evening.

She told me that she had started to take a series of enemas to have herself cleaned out for this evening when she thought that I might like to give her the final enemas to finish her clean-out before I slipped my "cock into her butt." She told me that she had been aching all day to have me inside her again.

"How thoughtful," I replied. She had brought her own 2-quart open top bag. I helped undress her and once she was fully undressed, I got a couple of towels from the bathroom to place on the bed and then got the lubricating jelly and positioned it so that it was easily accessible. I took her hand and we went to the bathroom where I filled her bag only about half full since she had done two enemas earlier and we would expect her to be mostly cleaned out prior to the last one or two enemas. She was stroking my cock and watching us in the mirror as I filled the bag with warm water.

I led her back to the bed and had her lay down on her stomach. When she was finally "in position," I sat down and held the bag and the nozzle in my right hand while I managed to squeeze the lubricant with and onto my left hand. It wasn't going to take much to get the nozzle in. A more thorough lubrication would come after she had expelled the enema(s). I asked her if she was ready and she told me she was.

The nozzle slipped into her easily. I allowed my left hand to trace the curvature of her buttocks and explore the back of her legs. The challenge would be holding the bag up from this sitting position. When I deliver enemas, I always like to have some part of my body contacting whoever I am giving the enema. Here it was my left leg and hip that was in contact with her right leg and hip. Once again, I asked if she was ready; this time for the enema to start flowing.

"Mmm-hmmm," she cooed. I released the clamp and the water began to flow inside her. I didn't have to hold the nozzle in place and that allowed my fingers to glide over her buttocks while the water was entering her. It didn't take long to hear the gurgle that indicated the bag had been drained. I closed the clamp, laid the bag down on the bed and then lay down beside her while she held the enema for a couple of minutes. We had an enema chat while we were laying there.

She finally suggested that it was time for her to go release the enema. I escorted her into the bathroom, holding her hand in one hand and carrying the bag in the other. The nozzle managed to stay in all the way to the bathroom. When we got into the bathroom, I raised the toilet lid and guided her towards the seat. As she started to sit down, I pulled the nozzle out and she leaked a little of the enema out. I hung the bag on the shower curtain rod and asked if she wanted me to leave.

"What did you do with your girlfriend?" Sheryl asked.

"I would often stay with her while she expelled. Sometimes, we just talked while she was expelling. Other times, she liked to suck me or have me play with her as she released," I said. "What would you like me to do?" I asked. She thought she'd be embarrassed sitting there expelling in front of me and asked me to wait outside. I stepped through the door.

"Door open or closed?" I asked. She thought for a moment and told me I could leave it open. I waited on the bed while I heard her release the enema in the toilet. Most of it was released quickly since it was only about a quart that she had taken. I heard the toilet paper dispenser and then the toilet flush. She called me back into the bathroom.

When I entered, she asked, "What was that thing you told me that you and she did when she was releasing her enema?"

"Here, let me show you," I said.

I raised the toilet seat and asked her to sit down on the porcelain rim. She settled down on it. I got on my knees in front of her and said, "Now slide forward so your anus is just at the inside edge of the toilet bowl." She slid forward until she felt like she reached that point.

"Now, spread your legs and lean back," I said. She did, cautiously.

"Just relax," I said. She closed her eyes when she leaned back. I brought my lips and tongue gently to the area around her clitoris, and used a light suction and an upward swipe of my tongue over her clitoris and that's all it took to have her orgasm. My hands slid up the inside of her thighs, up her belly and to her breasts. Strong contractions, she had, and after about 30-45 seconds they began to subside.

"As long as you remain positioned so that the discharge is into the toilet bowl, it works well," I said. She relaxed and some of the residual enema squirted out of her into the toilet.

"That's right, let it out," I said as encouragement. A little more of the enema squirted out.

"You and Steven didn't try this?" I asked.

"No, though we might be in the bathroom when the other was releasing. But that wasn't often. How on Earth did you learn about this?" she asked.

"A high school friend came upon my waiting enema when she dropped in on me. She was a nursing student, she gave me a big enema and then, when she took me into the basement bathroom, she had me sit just like that and she gave me a blow job while I expelled. When I came, my cum went everywhere; in her mouth, on her face, in her hair, over her breasts. And if we could have, she would have straddled my legs and mounted me while I was expelling."

I stood up and pointed out that I was also in the perfect suckable position and Sheryl took my cock into her mouth. It wasn't something that I was asking or directing her to do. She just did it and it was wonderful looking down at her as she played with and sucked on my cock. I didn't let her do that for long as I suggested that "we save that for later." I stepped back and away from her.

Sheryl got up to clean up from the little bit of squirting she had done in the toilet as I took her bag and filled it with a little more than a quart of warm water again. There was still the anticipation of the enema. Yet, it seemed more relaxed (at least to me). We went back to the bed and Sheryl got on first. She told me that she wanted to take this enema on her back. She wanted to watch me holding the bag and watch the bag drain. She lubricated the nozzle this time and slipped it into her.

I was on my knees beside her. I had brought my left knee to her left hip and my right knee to her side about the bottom rib cage. I asked if she was ready and she was. With a click of the clamp, the enema was flowing into her. Not only could she watch the bag drain and watch me, she could also grasp my cock and watch as she stroked it with her left hand. I stopped the flow a couple of times to prolong her filling. Finally, we heard the gurgle of the bag draining and I raised the bag up to drain the hose before closing the clamp. She continued to slowly stroke my cock and closed her eyes.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"I'm thinking about your cock inside me," she said. I laid the bag down between her legs and lightly ran my fingertips over her body; my left hand over her legs and torso and my right over her breasts, upper chest, and head. Eventually, she took her right hand and started to finger herself. It was something to watch as she moved her fingers slowly and deliberately. Her intensity increased and eventually she brought my hand to help her over the edge as she orgasmed with the enema inside her.

It wasn't long after that she told me she need to get up and let the enema out. I thought that she might let me in to suck and lick her as she released her enema. She wasn't quite ready to do that (yet). However, as she released her enema in the toilet, she told me "I have a surprised for you," and left me with the uncertainty of the surprise.