Over the past several years I have celebrated my birthday away from home at one or more locations that allowed me the luxury of having a private place to take multiple erotic enemas. This year, the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic, I have had to opt for home and rethink my birthday enema(s) a bit.
Take this birthday. One very early in the morning; a nice and warm isotonic 3.0 liter enema using one of my larger nozzles to hold in the enema that was slowly flowing into me. Knowing I would be out and about doing my long walk (as part of my non-running day routine. I also have rest days), I wanted to complete that enema early enough so that when I was out on the trail, I didn't have to worry about additional drainage or an excessively full bladder because of water uptake. And then another one, plain water this time, after I got back and finished my yard work. I was hot, sweaty, and in need of some hydration. It was nice to share one of them with a Zity friend. Otherwise, a pretty ordinary day for a birthday... except for the fact that I wasn't where I planned or hoped to be. Better to survive and advance to another year rather than being among people who don't have their safety or mine uppermost in their consciousness.
Last year, we were in transit between two locations as part of our summer vacation and so, the opportunity to celebrate my birthday with an enema or several of the was limited. But on either end of the vacation, we had condos where I had access to a second bathroom where, in more private moments, I could fill a bag (or two, or three, or four) and have some "me" fill and play time. And the year before that (2017 ) we were at our favorite condo where I had an exquisite week of enemas as part of my month of enemas.
This year, however, I was thinking about the very special birthday that occurred when I turned 21 and thought that maybe I just ought to write it down as I get a chance this week:
It was the summer between my junior and senior year at the university and I thought that I would be staying on the campus for summer school in order to lighten my class load in the final two semesters. I had mostly made up my missed classes from changing majors in my sophomore year and I spent part of the previous summer taking classes that would get me back on track in my chemical engineering major. Since I was planning on summer school, I wasn't out looking for a summer internship like some of my classmates (it was a relatively small engineering class the year I graduated). Unfortunately, my plans were undone when there weren't enough people registered for the coursework I wanted to take and so I had to drop back to a different plan. For me, that meant heading back home for the summer until the fall semester. That also meant that the summer I was planning to spend on campus with my girlfriend went out the window.
I had begun dating a woman about 10 months before. At one level it was quite serious and we were very sexually active. There seemed to be "a future" for us, but we weren't quite ready to go that route, yet. I had met her shortly after she had broken off her engagement with some guy that I never met or knew directly. In fact, when we first met, her ex-fiancé was trying to get her to come back to him. I never knew all the reasons for the breaking of the engagement (though I know enough) and I was never interested in getting between them if they were going to work things out. I was willing to give her the space to work things out. And she did go out with him from time to time when I wasn't there. Our initial relationship wasn't a mutually exclusive one for her. And like many couples, we had our challenging moments but found our way back together. In May, after our final exams were over, we packed up and went to the beach to spend a long last weekend together before I headed home. She was going to be on campus all summer long trying to complete her coursework for her degree at the end of the second summer school session. I wouldn't be back until the third week of August, though I planned to get back to campus sometime during the summer if I could.
I had my Red Cross Lifesaving certificate and a swimming pool operator's license and so I went to work for a pool management company. They assigned me to manage one of their larger (and more problematic) locations and had me "float" a bit at other pools the company managed since there were two of us assigned as lifeguards to the pool. Lindsay was more than a year younger than I and she was was also in her summer break after her freshman year at a local college. She was attractive and friendly, but there was nothing more between us other than a manager/employee relationship. As I finished the pool tests to get the pool open for Memorial Day weekend and figured out what needed to happen in order to deal with the local politics of the apartment complex with respect to the pool management, I settled into a routine schedule with my coworker.
In the first weekend we opened, I met and made friends with a young woman who lived in the apartment complex. At 18 and looking forward to going to college, she was interested in what college life was like. Barbara was a slim-figured brunette who was nearly as tall as I was, long legs and long torso, small (but perky breasts). She was athletic and a bit self-conscious about her breasts. She found it easy to talk with me and we had some interesting conversations when she got off work and spent the end of the evening near where I normally sat near the gate when the pool wasn't busy. Others would also sit in the area as well. There were a number of young professionals as well as middle-aged and seniors in the apartment complex who would come down to the large central pool. I became friends with many of them over the summer.
One Saturday evening in mid-June, Barbara had just gotten off work and invited me to her apartment after I got done with the pool for the night. She was having some of her friends over for a little impromptu birthday celebration for a friend of hers. I wasn't closing the pool that night (Lindsay was) and told her that I could leave almost right away. I told her I could be there right after I changed clothes and she, instead, suggested I could grab my clothes and change in her apartment. Her friends would be arriving soon anyway and so I grabbed my clothes out of the office locker and went with her to her apartment. The pool served a complex of both garden style and a high rise apartment building (8 floors). I knew the number of Barbara's apartment because it was on her pool membership card.
We rode the elevator up to the 5th floor and walked down the hall to her apartment. I remember that when we arrived it was still light as the sun hadn't set yet. The front door opened to a large living room with a large window overlooking the city, an adjoining dining room a kitchen and then a short hallway past the bathroom. The master bedroom took up the end of the apartment. There was a room to the left between the kitchen and the master bedroom (another small bedroom, I think). She pointed me past the dining area and kitchen to the bathroom where I could change clothes. I closed the door and dropped my clothes on the toilet seat and stripped out of my lifeguard swim suit and t-shirt. I thought about a quick shower because I still smelled like chlorine from the pool. I was thinking about asking her permission when I looked into the bathtub/shower behind the partially open shower curtain.
There, hanging in the shower, was a yellow open top bag with a yellow hose and a black curved nozzle on the end of the hose. It had a metal clamp that was in the open position and the inside of the bag was still damp. I was instantly turned on by the sight and as I pondered what to do next, I heard someone knocking on the apartment door and Barbara greeting them. I quickly got my erect penis into my underwear, got my shorts and shirt on, put my swim suit in my little carrying bag, and went out to meet and greet some of the guests I didn't know. I sidled up to Barbara and quietly told her that I was going to ask if I could take a shower and that she had interesting choices in bathroom decorations in her shower. She had this look of horror on her face when she realized what I was talking about. I whispered in her ear "Don't worry, I have a red one at home just like it hanging in my shower. She turned her lightly freckled face and brown eyes towards me with a bit of a knowing smile and then slipped away to get her bag out of the shower and to put it away out of sight of her guests.
Now, I haven't introduced the other member of this birthday team, yet. Cindy was from the Boston area and her aunt (her mother's youngest sister) and uncle (by marriage) lived in one of the "end apartments" of the high-rise several floors up. It had an incredible view of the city when you walked in through the front door. Both were young professionals but without children (yet). Cindy had also just graduated from high school and came down to stay with her aunt and uncle for most of the summer (essentially to get away from the high school boyfriend that she had just ended a relationship with). She would be going to college somewhere in the northeast in the fall, though I can't remember where. She was about 5 foot, 6 inches tall, had short brown hair, and had a nice figure, and about a C-cup breast size that filled her bikinis that she brought with her from home. I had already become friends with her aunt and uncle when she arrived. Cindy and Barbara became quick friends and on Barbara's days off, they would hang out together. Cindy would sometimes come down and sit near me and chat with me, but most of the time it seemed like I'd be having conversations with her, her aunt and uncle down on the end of the pool. When Barb would arrive after work, they'd both usually sit near me while we all chatted and I kept a watchful eye on the pool. In the first weeks, there were all sorts of questions about what college life was like and what I had experienced in my three years on campus.
Anyway, Cindy was also invited to the birthday party for Barb's friend and so she came down to Barb's apartment a little later. There were some snacks, birthday cake, a little beer drinking but things didn't get too rowdy. Barb had neighbors and so a loud and late night party wouldn't be acceptable. By 10:30 people were beginning to depart. I stuck around to help Barbara clean up, as did Cindy. We all were sitting in the living room drinking a couple of beers (the legal drinking age for beer was 18, 21 for wine and liquor) when Barb asked me when my birthday was. I gave her the date in July that was coming up in a few weeks. "We'll have to give you a special birthday party since you're turning 21," she said. We talked about this nice steakhouse up the street where we could go and the conversation drifted off from my birthday. After a quiet pause, Barb said something about being so embarrassed and glad I let her know before anyone else "saw it."
"Saw what?," Cindy asked. Barbara hesitated for a moment and then said I found her combination bag hanging in the shower. I remember Cindy chuckling and saying something about how that would be embarrassing. And then Barb asked me "What did you mean when you said you have one like it hanging in your shower at home?"
Now I felt a little embarrassed I had actually said something like that to her and that she brought that up, but I retorted "No, I said I have a red one just like it at home." It was now becoming a little clearer for them what I meant but Barb persisted and asked me why and what I was doing with my red bag. Well, I was now ass deep in this and so I admitted that I liked filling my ass with warm water without actually saying the word enema. There was a quiet pause and suddenly the living room seemed way too bright for this conversation.