The second enema was more therapeutic than sexual and after another quick shower I put Ann to bed again, while I ordered dinner. I dialed the lobby and asked to be transferred to the Chef. “Bella Carlucci, please….yes I’m a friend of hers…of course I’ll wait for her to come to the phone…Ciao Bella, how are you?...ah…yes…oh, I am so very glad for you…Bella what do you recommend tonight?...ah bellissimo! Si….ah yes… oh very good, I’m so excited… Yes Bella, I’ll stop and see you before I leave…yes.” “What was that all about?” Ann inquired in a slightly jealous tone. I explained “The chef is from an old northern Italian fishing family that emigrated here over 100 years ago. She gets fresh fish locally and she is a world class seafood chef. She has a huge Greenling Cod that was caught this morning and wants us to have some. She is going to panko-flash Sautee it to keep the moisture in. It will be served with al dente stir-fried vegetables and roasted baby varietal potatoes; and the piece de resistance: her very own tiramisu!” “What did you get for me Jim?” a lilt of worry in her voice. I beamed over at her “This is a candle light dinner for two, darling…and it’s time we dressed for the occasion” Ann still looked worried “but I don’t have anything nice to wear” “Au contraire mon cheri; you but have to look in there” I pointed to an armor in an adjoining alcove. Ann got up and looked in and found two well-crafted bath robes. “We can’t go out in these” she intoned incredulously but I smiled back at her “Bella is sending the entire candle light dinner up to our suite. We better get ready before an army of staff gets up here” “Oh wow, this’ll be fun” she said.

I pulled the empty enema set up and stowed it in a bathroom closet with the intention of cleaning it up later and we got ready to be served in our suite. It was a glorious meal and Ann said she had never tasted anything so good. The evening was a watershed for me. Ann and I laughed, were sexually playful, and we kept the conversation light all evening. We turned in early looking to spend a full day at the Aquarium the next day. When the lights went out, however, Ann got somber and talked about how happy she was that we met in the context of a very unhappy adolescence. As if a drunken fight filled home life was not bad enough, Ann had to endure the taunts and name calling of the neighbor kids and the school kids. As she grew into puberty she had the normal expectations of her breasts coming of age. To her horror though, her butt became enormous for her size and her most prominent feature. Terms that mocked her name such as ‘Anise the Anus’ or ‘Rolling Anus’ set her aside as a pariah and boys would react ‘ewe’ when she wanted to talk to them and girls shunned her. She thought about taking her own life many times. Her only solace had been the sensuality with she grew into and in which was able to find some self-satisfaction. After she had lived with her Aunt for several years, she discovered enemas when she was 18 and instantly enjoyed the sensations. Masturbation was one of the only satisfactions Ann had and she experimented with enemas in an effort to bolster her hidden passions.

By the time I met her, Ann had developed her anal eroticism to a point that I had never even heard of, but I gotta tell ya, I had fantasized about a woman like Ann before. I was hopeful, yet I knew that a relationship like ours really had only two possible endings: It could be Heaven or it could be Hell; both being metaphors for the human condition. I was determined to make this one the former. Yes, I was beginning to consider what the future might portent for Ann and me.

With the 7:00 am wakeup call came a cheerful “Good morning Mr. Hunter this is Alex at the front desk, the chef has left instructions for me to deliver your breakfast; would you like a morning paper sir?” “Outstanding! Please give us 30 minutes and no paper this morning Alex” I said. “Very good sir, your breakfast will be delivered promptly at 7:30” he replied. Ann was already awake from the commotion and I invited her to shower with me. After drying off, we donned our robes and then embraced, as I ran my hands inside her robe and held Ann’s magnificently sensual ass with both hands. She giggled and then with a demurred smile said “I bet you wouldn’t like me so much if my butt was not so big.” I bent down and kissed her breast then worked back up to her neck until I reached her ear and breathed “I am fascinated with your beautiful ass, honey, and what really turns me on are the things you like to do with it. But I’ll tell you what I really love Ann.” “What?” she jumped in before I could complete the sentence. I bent down and gave her a wet open-mouth kiss between her breasts right over her heart “I love what’s in your heart, Ann” I said softly.

We were interrupted by breakfast for two, which consisted of a large bowl of freshly cut fruit-different berries, some tropical mix, along with a variety of melons-some mini bran muffins topped with Bella’s signature wild blackberry preserves, orange juice, and a carafe of rich ‘Fruta de Oro’, an aromatic coffee grown above the clouds high on a volcano in Costa Rica. I don’t know if Ann loved the food as much as she was impressed with the presentation. Over breakfast, as I told Ann all of the things that I liked about her, she slipped her open robe over her shoulders as she sat opposite me, allowing me to admire her petite but pert breasts with their quarter sized areolas topped by those amazing nipples.

After breakfast, I took Ann downtown to buy her some new cloths for the trip and I helped her pick out some things I thought made her look her best. After coming out of a dressing room with one of the ensembles that I liked, she beamed and asked “What do think?” “Ann you look absolutely stunning!” I said with a big grin and she leaned forward and whispered “Does this make my butt look bigger?” I chuckled “Oh, there is little chance of that sweetheart” she gave me a smirk and turned to look at herself in the mirror. I noticed that her transformation was beginning to show as she began to consider her big shapely butt as an “ass-set” rather than the huge liability that she had grown up with.

Ann was thrilled with the Aquarium and sat mesmerized for over 30 minutes at the kelp forest, as the artificial surge made the kelp and many of the fish sway in a silent hypnotically rhythmic motion. She expressed awe, when I explained that actually diving into central and southern California waters looked just like that, except that you normally didn’t see all the species of fish, which were present in the tank, at any one location. We sat together in front of the million gallon open ocean tank- hypnotized-, as tuna, bonito, sharks, and a large mola-mola or sunfish swam in a bluish bliss; Ann pressing her thigh and leg tightly against me, leaned her head on my shoulder and as she periodically made an excited observation.

We got back to our suite around 4 and I had carnal intentions toward Ann’s gorgeous ass that night. As we began to relax, I removed my clothes and donned my robe. Ann liked that idea, and I moved to her to help her undress. As I kissed and petted her, she cooed and responded lovingly. When I offered to massage her legs and back, I could tell she wanted that by her audibles. I added purposefully “Then I’m going to give you a warm sexy enema, sweetheart, because I’m going to make love to you tonight.” She looked down and away in a moment of thought and then slowly looked back up at me, her mouth agape, and jerkily sucked in a deep breath before exhaling “oh baby, I want you so much!” she panted and then Ann seemed to have a realization of what the enema was going to be a preliminary to and, without looking at me, put her arms around me, hugged me tight, and burring the side of her head in my chest, she crooned out “oh ya…oh ya…oh ya sweetheart oh I want you… ahh ya… do it like that. Ah ya…”