Brian and Mary finished their drinks and tried to make small talk. No luck. Overpowering thoughts about the experience they would soon share, and the inevitable love-making that would come before, after or even during their extreme intimacy, kept getting in the way. So, putting his cocktail glass down he suggested that it was time to go. She had no complaints.

They collected their stuff and headed toward the taxi and limo stand. Walking along, looking more couple-like every minute, Mary explained that she was staying at her company’s apartment while in Chicago: “Brian, it’s a really nice place, a brownstone, two blocks off Michigan Avenue.” She so wanted him to stay with her, but maybe he had business plans that would get in the way so she sold it hard. “There’s also a pharmacy only a block away. My publisher doesn’t provide enema bags for her employees.” Game, set, match. Brian was all in.

They quickly found a taxi, loaded their bags into the back set and took their places beside them. It was a gloriously tight fit as the bodies of these soon-to-be lovers pressed together. Mary gave the driver their destination and then closed the privacy window between the front and back seats.

“Would it be okay if I put my hand on the inside of your thigh right where it joins your torso?” she asked in a playfully, academic way, as she went ahead and placed her hand precisely where she said she would without waiting for Brian’s answer. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait,” she said without a hint of remorse.

Brian feigned disapproval; the swelling in his trousers told a different story. Mary was quick to notice. “Hmm, that thing seems to work,” she said happily. “Would you share it with me later?” Smiling, Brian picked up Mary’s hand and laid it down right on the head of his growing penis. “I’ll share it with you right now, Ms. McGuire.”

“You scoundrel, Mr. Conner.”

“My disingenuous apologies, Ms. McGuire."

They both laughed. Their eyes met as they had many times before, always with the same affect. He fought the feeling of falling in love with a woman he has known for only a few hours. Crazy, and it all started with a story about an enema.

“Mary, can I ask you a question? What happened on the plane? Why were you so taken with Diane’s story?” Mary’s demeanor changed from playful to serious. Brian’s question had drilled right down to the foundation of their relationship.

“What happened between you and Diane was all about Diane. Her pleasure, her passion, her being able to trust and feel comfortable enough with you to do such intimate things. You are like no other man I have ever met or been with, Brian. And, I’m quite picky with my men, you know.”

“I’m glad I made the cut,” Mary.

“You made it, alright. But, seriously, I’ve been with some nice guys. I think I satisfied them, at least I hope I did, but they didn’t do much to satisfy me.

“Brian, let’s face it, this thing between you and me…your story, my reaction to it…is crazy. But it’s not the enema and what happened in the bathroom with Diane that’s so exciting to me. It’s what the enema represented. It knocked down a barrier. I want that for you and me. Tonight, the enema you give me will be impossible to hold. I will have no choice but to release it with you holding and supporting me. Touching me, feeling my wetness, rubbing my clitoris until my body’s needs take me to places I’ve never been before. You are the only person I could even imagine doing that with. Brian, no more imagination. I want it to be real.”

The taxi pulled up to Mary’s company’s apartment. It really was quite nice…a three-story brownstone in a marvelous, downtown neighborhood. “Let’s put our stuff inside and head to the pharmacy to get some supplies,” she said with a huge smile on her face.

They walked quietly down the block, holding hands and feeling completely comfortable with one another. “I feeling like I am about to rediscover sex and intimacy, Brian,” she said out the blue. “We never talked about this, but I have never had an enema before.”

“Really? This will be the first time?”

“Well, pretty much. The closest I came to an enema was a few months ago. I came home from work very horny. I had spent the day editing a trashy manuscript and needed some relief, if you know what I mean. So, I hopped into the shower and used the shower head to massage my vagina. Even the nicest ladies do that from time to time, you know,” she said with coquettish look on her face.

“After playing with my front, I bent over and pointed it at my rear…you know, sort of a personal hygiene thing. It felt pretty good so I pushed the shower head against myself and a little water went inside me.

“Am I making you feel uncomfortable, Brian?”

“You sure are,” Brian replied as he took her hand and placed it on the crotch of his pants.

“Wow, I guess you like my story. That thing is almost too big to put in my mouth!”

“Mary, why is it that I think you’ll find a way?” Brian asked without expecting an answer.

“You are a very wise man, but be quiet. Let me finish my enema story,” she replied, playfully.

“I liked the way the water felt. It was warm and it sort of tickled going in. Even though I had put very little water in myself, the fullness made me feel like I had to poop. I thought about putting some more water in me, but I had a dinner date and I didn’t want to be late.”

“What did you do with what was inside you?”

“I pooped it out in the toilet. It was mostly water, but it felt really good coming out. When you recounted the story about Diane’s enema I thought about that time on the toilet, letting the water out. I tried to imagine what a lot of water would feel like gushing out of me. I knew I wanted to feel that.

“Brian, will you stay with me after you put me on the toilet like you did with Diane?”

It was time to stutter and stammer, again. “Mary, I will and I want to so very much. I want to feel what you feel and to bring pleasure to every part of you until you give in to your body. Is that what you want?”

“Brian, I want it with you and I don’t want it to end.”

They held each other briefly as they stood outside the pharmacy, but Mary brought them back to reality. “First, we need to take care of business. I’ll buy the enema bag, you pick up some snack foods. Let’s check out separately to keep our evil intentions between us.

In a few minutes they met outside the store. Proud of herself, she told Brian that she bought a nice red bag and some Vaseline. “Is that the right kind of lubricant?” she asked.

“Vaseline will work just fine. So will my saliva,” he said with a lusty look on his face. The thought of how Brian was going to put saliva on her anus almost caused her to cum right then and there. Was he going to put it on her anus with his hand or with his tongue? Would he really do that?

“You are a very dirty man, Mr. Conner, and you’re driving me nuts! I don’t even think we will need any lubrication,” she offered. “I’ve been slogging around with very wet panties ever since we walked off the plane.”

Their pace quickened as they got closer to the place where their bubbling passion would soon bubble over.