Ron and I had not seen each other since last weekend. He did call me just before bedtime to talk and say goodnight, every evening. He mentioned that it would be a full moon on Friday and that he would like to take me to dinner and then go for a walk on the beach in the moonlight. Ron is so romantic. I got excited every time I thought about it all week.

Ron picked me up at 6:30 to take me to our favorite seafood restaurant. It's not a fancy place, but the food is great and they have patio tables with a view of the ocean when the weather is warm. I noticed the large backpack in his back seat when we got into his car. He said it was just some stuff for later. During dinner, we watched the sun set and I had forgotten the backpack completely by the time dinner was over. Had I known what was in it, I could not have thought of anything else. We left the restaurant and drove several miles up the coast to an isolated beach parking access. We both loved the isolation this far from town, and at night it was deserted. We had walked like this before and I had taken my top off, both because it made Ron hot and because I loved the feel of the wind on my bare skin and the way it made my nipples stand up was a turn on for Ron. I'm not sure why, but tonight, I decided to remove my Bermuda shorts and panties instead. Ron was getting the backpack and didn't see what I had done until he had lifted it onto his back and locked the car. His jaw dropped and then he gave me a little pat on my butt. He didn't say anything except “ready?”

The moon was just rising above the water as we walked up the beach with our feet in the shallow ripples at the edge. We held hands as we walked slowly and I realized that the wind on my legs and bare crotch felt even better than it had when I was topless. I had just shaved my whole bottom before Ron picked me up tonight and the breezes made me feel even more bare than I could remember. We stopped at a place where we had spent time before and Ron put his backpack down on the beach. He put his arms around me and we kissed. His hands drifted down to my bare butt and he held me close. I could feel that he was as turned on as I was and I reached between us to undo his belt. Ron lifted my shirt off in a single motion and then I pulled his shorts to his feet. He kicked off his shorts while I removed his shirt and we stood there in the moonlight, taking in the sight of each others' bare body.

All that I really wanted at that point, was to hold his bare body against mine, but Ron started unpacking the backpack and we spread a blanket on the sand. Ron produced a bottle of wine and two glasses from his backpack. We sat cross legged on the blanket with the warm breeze and bright moonlight going over our bare bodies. Ron reminded me of how he had used the bathroom in my apartment on our second date before he went home. When I realized that he had seen my enema equipment hanging in my shower, I had started crying from embarrassment and thought that he would never see me again. Ron had kissed away my tears and told me how he had loved enemas since a small child. He said he was happy that we had that in common and that he certainly wanted to continue seeing me. We had continued to date, but neither of us had mentioned enemas again until tonight. On that thought, Ron stood and emptied the remaining contents of hie knapsack. There on the blanket were a gallon jug of water, a jar of Vaseline, a camera tripod, and two enema bags.

I held the bags while Ron filled each from the jug and screwed the hoses into the tops. Ron hung the bags on the tripod. He told me to get on my knees and put my head on the blanket. I loved the feel as he dusted the sand off of my butt and carefully brushed it out of my butt crack with his fingers. The feel of his fingers rubbing across my anus sent shivers through my body . He dipped the nozzle into the Vaseline and pressed it against my tingling anus. Gently he slid the nozzle into my body and pressed the long shaft deep inside. After a quick kiss on my butt, he handed me the other nozzle and lay down on his back beside me, pulling his knees up to his chest. I returned the favor by wiping the sand from his bottom and carefully cleaning the sand from his anus. I loved the expression on his face as I stroked his anus and did it again with some Vaseline on my finger just to watch his expression. Since I already had my greasy finger there, I pressed it inside and gave several strokes to watch his face when I did. I dipped his nozzle in the Vaseline and slowly worked it deep inside him. Then Ron motioned for me to lie beside him on the blanket, and once we were settled, we each opened the clamp on our hoses. Neither of us said anything as the water slowly entered our bodies, but we each gently stroked the others' swelling belly. The feel of his hand and the breeze across our naked bodies was the most intense and yet calming that I had ever experienced. I started to wish for it to never end and the sound of the two bags gurgling to a stop was not welcomed even though I don't think I had ever taken an entire bag at one time before. We both clamped our hoses and leaving our nozzles in place, we rolled on our sides to face each other and neck.

At first, I was lost in the sensations of the full body contact. I clamped his very erect penis between my thighs as we hugged and kissed in the moonlight. After a while, the larger than usual volume of my enema and the increasing cramps, made continuing impossible. We separated ourselves and each removed our own nozzle. We helped each other to our feet and walked to the waters' edge. The tide had gone down and the waves were now tiny. We waded hand in hand out to where the water was just above our waists, pressed our swollen bellies together in a tight embrace and emptied our bodies into the sea.