Part 1

I quickly put the panties and note back into my pocket and continued home. I hid my new treasures between my mattress and box spring.

I reread the note and examined the fine panties several times in the next few days. At first I felt uncomfortable about meeting with Kim without Sarah knowing about it. Sarah did however say that our relationship was about enemas and having fun, and it wasn't as if we had pledged fidelity to each other or anything like that. Eventually on an evening while my mom was out I got up the nerve and called her.

"Hi Brad. I was afraid you weren't going to call me. I felt kind of silly after writing that note and all..."

"Oh no, I liked that. That's as exciting as life gets out here in Calgary."

"I hope you don't think I'm some kind of evil woman for wanting to meet you alone, I just want to get to know you one on one. Sarah really isn't your girlfriend is she? Sarah's a good friend of mine and I don't want to screw anything up between you two."

"No, we're just really close friends and we like to well, you know..."

"You give each other enemas?"

"Yeah..."

We babbled on for about twenty minutes and agreed to meet for dinner at a diner near where Kim lived. Thankfully not quite all the way to Fort Wayne. This required that I borrow my mom's car. I made up a story about going to look at a car to buy. I threw in that it was a green MG.

Friday, the night of our "date" finally came around. I was still nervous even a bit scared even though we had been in the same room naked and had given each other enemas a few weekends before. Other than a few awkward high school dances, I didn't have any experience dating, and certainly not an attractive adult woman like Kim. I arrived at the diner and parked my mom's car next to Kim's MG. Kim was waiting at a bench near the entrance and stood up and greeted me by kissing me on the mouth. I took this as a good sign.

Kim ordered chicken and I had a burger. I talked about my plans to buy a car, and study electronics at our community college. Kim told me about joining the Navy out of high school and then majoring in business. Our eyes met frequently and she smiled easily. She actually seemed to be interested in the things I told her about my mundane life as the only child of a single mom in Bumble-fuck Indiana. As we finished dinner we discussed what we should do next. I suggested coffee, Kim suggested going back to her place for enemas. Kim's idea won out and I followed her back to her house a few miles away.

Kim lived in a cute brick two bedroom. It was out of town and appeared to have a fairly sizable lot. She showed me around. One of the bedrooms had been converted into her studio. It had a two sink counter top, shower stall and a small room with a commode. In the center of the room was a massage table. Kim was not only in the medical supply business, she also had a small but loyal following of massage and spa clients. From the professional looking chrome IV stand in the room I surmised that "spa" included enemas.

Kim and I relaxed on a futon and we enjoyed some herbal lemon tea as she told me about her spa.

"I've always felt connected with people by touching them. I started giving my dorm mates massages in college. After college I took some massage classes." Kim was rubbing my arm and shoulder with one hand and twirling her hair around her index finger with the other. Kim told me that she gave enemas to other women just about every day but seldom had anyone to give her one. She also said that she took two or three a week by her self and seldom just went to the bathroom and pooped. My dick was becoming restless as I thought about her ass and enemas and giving her one.

"Have you ever had a massage?"

"Not really"

"If you give me an enema, I'll give you a massage." It sounded like a win-win situation.

Kim began rounding up the equipment from various shelves and cabinets around the room. She chose castile soap and a large ceramic bowl like the ones you would see with a vintage wash stand. She produced a blue and white marbled plastic nozzle, bat shaped like Sarah's only larger, and an open top bag. She also rounded up a bottle of lavender oil and her personal choice of lube, something called asstroglide.

"Do you think you can take it from here Brad? I like it about one hundred and five degrees. There's a thermometer on the counter."

Kim went to the commode and shut the door. I could hear her urinating then rip off the toilet paper and flush. She then got up and left the room as I prepared the solution for her enema.

I filled the bowl with warm water, getting it almost exactly 105° and swished the bar of soap around the way Sarah had shown me. I assembled the hose, nozzle and clamp and attached them to the bag. Kim's supplies appeared to be high end. I admired the marbled plastic of the nozzle and eagerly awaited inserting it into her butt hole.

"I'm ready" Kim returned just as I was hanging the bag on the IV stand. She was wearing a bathrobe and slippers. She kicked off the slippers as she climbed up on the massage table on all fours, still wearing the robe. She hiked up the robe to expose her perfectly rounded ass. She was still wearing panties, bikini cut white ones with a bit of lacy trim around the waist band. Kim slid them down, exposing her anus but still covering her pussy. I was a bit disappointed, but still I had to admit the panties half way slid down her ass was a beautiful sight.

"Put some of that lavender oil on me before you work the lube in"

I put a few drops of the oil on my finger tip and rubbed it over her butt hole before I started to work my lubed fingers inside. For as shapely as her ass was, her anus was noticeably looser than Sarah's, and I had no problem working two fingers into it.

"You can keep doing that!"

"My pleasure ma'am"

I continued to stroke my fingers in and out of her ass and even added a few more drops of the lavender oil before applying the lube to the nozzle.

"Mmmmmm"

She put her face down on the padded table. "OK, I'm ready for the nozzle."

The nozzle went into Kim easily and she laid over on her left side and told me to open the clamp. She looked up at me and smiled, eager to receive her cleansing. As the water flowed, she rolled onto her back and put her knees up, raising her butt up off the table pausing, then over on her right side, and finishing again in the butt-high position. The whole process seemed to suck the solution right out of the bag as it met hardly any resistance. I was about to remove the nozzle but Kim told me to close the clamp and leave it in her.

"Just stroke it in my butt Brad, short little ones." I did as requested and Kim reached into her panties and began rubbing her clit rapidly in circles. After about five minutes she was breathing heavily and began making little moaning sounds. Shortly thereafter she seized control of the nozzle, kneeling upright on the table and began fucking herself in the ass with the nozzle with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. She let out a gasp as she came hard and loud. Kim turned and looked at me, her cheeks were pink and blotchy. She handed me the still warm nozzle and whispered "can you clean that up for me?"

I helped Kim off the massage table, she seemed a bit wobbly as she made her way over to the commode and I took the bag et al over to the sink and began running hot water.