Not Her First Rodeo

Gail was about half way through her enema when I started to get my senses back and stopped being all in awe about what was taking place. Interesting .. just what was taking place? She was naked .. an enema bag over her hips .. slowly deflating as the water flowed down through the tube .. that black curved nozzle I wished I had one of .. and into her body. It seemed to be taking a long time .. I remembered thinking .. she was sure taking her time with that enema. I wasn't complaining .. not hardly .. but at the same time we were talking about things in our lives. Getting to know each other .. still .. I kept flashing on just how 'at ease' she was with laying on a strange bed with her enema bag hanging from a the ceiling in a place she had never been before .. talking .. or trying to .. talk to this woman who was obviously not as worldly and wise as she thought she was .. that would be me.

When her enema was about a little less than half in her .. she rolled onto her stomach .. or mostly onto her stomach .. and I could clearly see her enema tube as it went between the cheeks of her sweet ass .. and thinking just that very thought. That very thought .. was a 'Wow!' .. this chick is turning me on .. and I really did not know what to think about that. I appreciated other women's bodies .. the many ways women can be beautiful without being perfect .. like me .. I had always told myself that I would only look at and appreciate another woman as a photographer does with their subject .. nothing more. But I was right there next to this extraordinary woman who 'had the balls' to let me stay with her while she got busy and gave herself an enema.

Up to that point in my life I had never entertained the thought of being gay .. or bi .. or heteroflexible .. or bi curious or whatever term was popular .. and it was the year 2000 for crying out loud .. what was the problem? Me. I was the problem. No surprise to some. My marriage to my husband was showing signs of strain .. meaning .. he couldn't always get it up .. or keep it up .. that pissed me off .. when we started out we fucked like bunnies and all I had to do was mention it and we were off to the races. He was .. and once again is .. a great lay. But back then … he'd better be up for it when I wanted it or there would be hell to pay. In hindsight .. his health was .. and his age .. was catching up to him .. and I was right in the prime of .. 'come fuck my brains out when I want it asshole' .. and none too patient or tolerant. Getting mine was hit or miss .. lot more misses. I was a bitch.

So … this naked chick with the enema on my bed .. was I getting turned on by her because I was feeling the strain .. or was I one of those labels .. bi .. gay .. WTF have you? I really didn't know. All I did know while I was there watching her .. talking to her .. as she had her enema .. 'if she wants to do me .. I ain't gonna stop her' … and I would not have stopped her. And Gail knew it. She had me down cold and knew she could take me any time she wanted .. .. .. we both knew it. If she would have done so much as touch my hair or my face with those beautiful hands I had been photographing a couple of weeks ago .. I would have soaked my panties right then and there. My nipples were hard and I saw her eyes glance down several times .. which just made them all that much harder .. and her eyes .. what was that look in her eyes? WTF was she thinking? She had me .. only I didn't know it .. .. and maybe that is what stopped her from taking me … because she probably .. no .. she did know .. she would be my first woman. She was showing me some mercy .. maybe.

Somewhere .. sometime .. we had stopped talking. We were looking into each other's eyes .. at least I wasn't totally spastic with her .. still a shred of pride and dignity left. But this chick owned me .. and my idea of me being worldly and wise and in control .. shot to hell. How long did we look into each other's eyes? I don't know .. but we both looked up at her enema bag and saw that it was totally flat and all of her enema was inside of her. I think we were both sorry that it was done .. that meant that her laying there naked with an empty enema bag hanging over her .. more or less signaled that this first time for us … her having an enema for legitimate reasons .. and me being there .. with her .. .. .. I had to stop lying to myself sometime .. but not right then.

Gail got up from the bed and kept the nozzle in her as she did so .. a polite host would have looked away. I was not polite. I was turned on .. and she .. she was too .. but she knew it was too soon to 'pull the trigger' and bag me as one more of her lovers. Not yet. Maybe she wanted more from me than just a quick lay .. we had been hitting it off during the 'parts shoot' and connecting on the Mother of Boys level .. and the 'I'm not the only one who likes enemas' aspect .. .. maybe she wanted more from me .. like a friendship .. I was romanticizing at that point .. afraid I was reading too much into it .. but she was not going to take me right then. She could have. I knew it. She knew it. And the ache that was churning up at my center .. I was in serious need of being fucked.

I left her to expel her enema in peace and told her she could come over for dinner in about an hour and get to meet the 'boys' and hang out .. and she thought that would be a great idea. She was standing there holding her enema bag with the hose still in her .. and I had to force myself to leave.

That night .. Gail shared dinner with me and my family and she had the 'boys' eating out of her hand in no time. They tested her wit and sense of humor and tried to gross her out but she was really and truly a mother of boys herself and she had no trouble pinning their ears back and dishing out as well as she got. I wasn't the only one who was impressed by her.

It was finally time for her to turn in because the class would be starting at 10 am tomorrow. I walked with her across the yard and circular drive way to the studio and we didn't say much. I made sure she was able to get in to the sanctuary and went with her to check to see if everything was going to be alright for the night. I didn't believe that either. I didn't want to say good night. She thanked me for dinner and told me how much fun she had with my boys and how I should be proud of them. I told her that her 'guys' were probably just as full of it as mine were. And my hearing .. not good .. and the lighting not the best .. I saw a brief look flash across her face as she said … 'they were' .. or was it 'they are?' I wasn't sure and was tempted to say something but that flash across her face .. that she adjusted just as fast as it went across .. but it was the end of the evening and I knew it was time to go.

I wanted to kiss her. I think she wanted that too.

I walked back across to the main house and that ache that was now totally setting me on fire. Hubby was going to fuck me silly .. or die trying.