When my girlfriend, Linda, came over unexpectedly one afternoon during the summer, it totally surprised me. She didn't have a car, but took her bike and rode the three miles from her house to mine, despite the very high temperature.

Because it was so hot, she was perspiring freely and graciously accepted a glass of lemonade to help cool off.

"It's really nice out here," Linda said, noting how hot it was where she lived. Her house was in a valley, while ours was up on a hill, but thoroughly secluded from the road by tree, yet the any breeze could be felt. The trees offered a lot of privacy.

"Why don't you just take those wet things off and I'll hang them on the line," I told her.

"What if someone sees me," she said.

"Not here," I said. "If someone does come, remember, we have doors on all four sides of the house so no matter where you are, you can sneak into the house without anyone seeing.

"Heck, I run around naked here a lot of times and no one has ever found out."

"What about your folks," she asked.

"Oh, they went to town and said they would not be back until after supper. They were going to visit friends and would go out to dinner with them."

"Well, in that case, what the heck," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it to me, then doing the same with her shorts.

"And," I said, apprehensively, looking at her soaked bra and panties.

"Not unless you do the same," she said.

We both agreed.

She slipped off her bra, exposing her full breasts, then slipped off her panties, I took off my shorts ... I never wear underwear during the summer.

The soft breeze felt good against our naked bodies. I then got two more glasses of lemonade and we sat under the apple tree which was on the east side of the house, out of the heat of the afternoon sun.

We both agreed that this was the best feeling we had had all day. I told her that as a kid, I used to play with the garden hose when other kids would come over to the house, spraying and getting sprayed. One time all of us kids, all about seven or eight years old, got rid of our clothes and played in the water, much to the chagrin of our parents who didn't think boys and girls that age should be playing naked together.

We didn't see the harm.

I noticed the garden hose near the house just a few feet away. I sauntered over to it, turning it on. The 150 feet of hose contained a lot of warm water which I sprayed on Linda, causing her to jump up and mock dissatisfaction.

She wrestled the hose from me and soaked me in turn. I grabbed it back, dousing her with water that was now becoming cooler, making sure I sprayed her really good on her womanhood. She said it felt good.

I told her what really feels good is when you get all soaped up and then rinse off, using the hose. I went into the house and got some liquid hand soap.

Taking a liberal amount, I ran my hands all over her body, soaping her from shoulders to knees, including making plenty of suds between her legs. She looked like a snow woman standing there, all fluffy white.

She really got turned on by this.

Then I turned the hose back on, spraying her from head to toe, then running the sprayer between her cheeks, moving it slowly between her legs and up in front.

She went wild.

"My turn," she said as I turned off the water.

Being liberally soaked from drenching her, she rubbed the soap all over my body, covering my manhood so you could hardly find it in the pile of suds, then liberally working behind, right down the crack.

I was really turned on.

She grabbed the hose to rinse me off, working it slowly down the front, spraying especially carefully around my manhood, then going to the back.

Working down slowly, she put the nozzle between my cheeks and turned it on full blast. What a kick as I believe some of the water went into me as she held it for what seemed like the longest time over my rear port.

"Hey, that was like an enema," I said. "No fair. I think I got an erection that was as hard as I've ever had."

"I've always fantasized about giving someone an enema," Linda said. "You are my first."

"I thought about that too. I've always thought it would be fun to have enema outside the house," I said. "I would like to give you one right here."

"Gee, that sounds like it would be fun, but I've got to be able to do the same to you," Linda said. "Let's try it."

With that I ran into the house and the bathroom where I released a goodly amount of water that she had put in me. It was more than I though.

Seeing she wanted to play this game, I went into the closet and got out the red enema bag, hose and nozzle, filling the bag with two quarts of warm water.

Taking it outside, I saw she was laying on her stomach, just waiting to receive her wish. She heard me coming, but didn't make any move to turn over.

"Oh my, you mean you're really going to do it," Linda said. "I thought you were just kidding."

"Seeing you wanted to play enema, now it's my turn," I said. "Just don't roll over."

Spreading her cheeks, I inserted the large, greased nozzle into her butt, released the clamp and held up the bag, letting the water run into her. As it ran into her, I reached between her legs and stroked her womanhood, bringing her to a climax as the water went in.

She jumped, almost screaming as she climaxed and took the last bit of water from the bag. When it was all in her, she just rolled over, laying there and enjoying what had just happened.

"Wow, that really felt good," she said. "But the nozzle felt to large."

"It's a special one I bought at college. One of my friends makes them.

It's modeled after one that sells for about $100 bucks in the magazines," I said. "I've used it a couple times and it is really a turn-on."

With the nozzle still in her, she grabbed the bag, and walked into the house, going right to the bathroom where she relieved herself.

She then refilled the bag, and returned to the apple tree where she returned the favor.

"Just bring your legs up," she said. As I did, she inserted the nozzle and hung the bag from the lowest branch on the tree, using a clothes hanger from in the house.

This left both her hands free which she used to massage my scrotum and penis, causing me to shoot an ample stream of cum onto the grass as I exploded from the enema and work of her hands.

I could not believe the tremendous feeling I got from the enema and her work.

I took the bag and walked into the house, relieving myself and putting the enema equipment away before returning outdoors about 15 minutes later, totally cleansed from her effort.

She was still sitting nude under the tree when I came out.

"It's about five," I said. "Maybe I should take you home."

After we got dressed, I put her bike in the back of the pickup truck and drove her home. I told her folks it just seemed too hot to ride three miles.

They agreed, noting that a nice cold shower might be the best for Linda right about now.

We both agreed ... in fact, I went home to take one because I needed it after thinking about what went on that afternoon.

We both felt we might like an instant replay of the day's events, but agreed that nothing could be as much fun as doing it the first time.