Meeting

We met here and chatted a few times, then realizing we didn’t live far apart, began to chat often. I don’t remember who suggested a phone call first, but we enjoyed some of those too. It was the first time I had shared enemas over the phone. It was quite stimulating and after a while the subject of meeting came up.

We met for dinner at a small restaurant and had a good time talking. We had much in common and enjoyed being together. Afterwards we sat in her car, she showed me some of her nozzles and we touched just a little. We continued to stay in contact.

A while later we found that there was opportunity for a play date. We chose a motel near the airport as I was flying out early the next morning. We’d meet at 9 p.m. She would be waiting in the lobby while I checked in. The only problem was that she wasn’t there. I checked in, went to my room, then went back to the lobby. No sign of her so I started to search. There was another motel nearby and I checked the parking lots for her car. For some reason I didn’t check the other lobby. I don’t know why. We didn’t have cell phones so we couldn’t make contact.

II took some enemas alone that night and when we finally connected by phone she had waited an hour then gone home…too far away to return. We’d each been waiting at a different motel. We were never sure which one of us was wrong. We talked some after that but never met again. A while later she moved and dropped out of the scene. I’ve always been disappointed that the meeting just didn’t happen. I still remember her name. Maybe you knew her too.