Storms in the Midwest delayed my flight from the west coast, and I landed around midnight, tired and annoyed. A waiting limousine took me to the hotel reserved for the conference.

The occasion was a three day conference at a large electronics research center. On the east coast. I'd been invited to participate in several of these meetings. The labs threw off many inventions each year, and invited experts from many fields to explore the practicality of developing some of them commercially. Several of the participants , like me, were physicians in various specialties. Others were physicists, engineers, statisticians and electronics designers. The experience was always fascinating, not least because of the accomplished, sometimes famous, individuals one rubbed elbows with.

The desk clerk greeted me and handed me a room key. "Our computer went down this afternoon doctor and some rooms were inadvertently double-booked. Should you find your room occupied we'll ferry you over to another hotel across town. Just come back down if necessary."

With that I took my carry-on up to the room and put the key in the lock . To my surprise the door swung open, and standing there was a young woman dressed in a smile and a sheer negligee.

A glance revealed a pretty long-haired brunette. She was not wearing a bra and her small breasts were clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

Although warned, I was surprised, especially to find not some middle-aged scientist but a pretty young woman, apparently expecting me and inviting me in.

"Well, doctor reed, it looks like the computer has delivered us both to the same suite. The clerk told me you'd be the last to arrive. Please come in. It's late and you've had a long delay and flight. This hotel is full and the alternate one is a half-hour cab ride away. Why don't you just stay here? I'm set up in the bedroom and this living-room sofa is a fold-out bed, and it's all made up. It makes no sense for you to traipse elsewhere, and if you don't mind sharing the bathroom we should be perfectly comfortable right here. My name is Ann and I'm a statistician from the university attending the conference."

Needless to say I was startled but pleased. The prospect and possibilities were irresistible.

"Well, if you're really OK with this arrangement, Ann, I'd be delighted."

"Then why don't you just unpack your things while I get your bed ready. After your ordeal you probably want to use the bathroom. I've sort of strewn my things around. I hope you don't mind a feminine scene. Just put your things wherever you want."

During our conversation I gazed at this quite attractive woman. I put her age at around 28 to 30. Clear complexion, no makeup, horn-rimmed glasses which conferred a serious but sexy look. With the light behind her I could see she was wearing panties, but nothing else beneath her nightgown. She was perfectly comfortable with me there. And I was getting aroused.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door. After emptying my full bladder I removed my shirt and washed my face and hands. I turned toward the door to reach for a towel. Hanging from a hook behind the door was a bulging enema bag, soapsuds spilling from its open top. The hose was dangling, and at its end were a clip and an enema tip smeared with a large gob of Vaseline. Apparently I'd interrupted Ann taking an enema. I decided to say nothing about my discovery.

I returned to the living room and sat on the edge of the sofa-bed. Ann sat opposite me on a chair. She'd drawn her knees up to her chest with her arms clasping them, affording me a clear and direct view of her bulging pussy. I couldn't help gazing between her legs .clearly she was aware that I was appreciating the view of her crotch and panties. The band barely covered her labia, and narrowed to a string as it passed her anus. Her pubic hair was copious and dark brown. Delicious and exciting. Her posture must have been deliberate. It was having its effect. My erection must have been as apparent to her as her sexual parts were to me. It was clear that Ann had prepared this scenario--the enema, her exposed crotch, her invitation. And it was clear that I was going to play along.

"I think I must have interrupted you Ann. I couldn't help but notice that you've preapred an enema. What's the problem?"

"These conferences always make me tense and I get constipated. In the past laxatives usually took care of it but this time they didn't work. So en route to the airport I bought an enema bag. I've never given myself an enema but thought I'd try. Then I heard that a doctor-you-might appear thanks to the hotel's computer, and I thought you might be able to help out."

"Of course I'll be glad to help, ann. There's nothing to it if you know what you're doing. An enema properly given isn't uncomfortable. If you're relaxed it should even be enjoyable and stimulating. I'll give you the soapsuds enema you've prepared. I want you to hold as much as you can. That should relieve you. When did you last have an enema Ann ?"

"I guess I was about 14, and my mother gave it to me. She filled me too full and it hurt. So I've avoided them since. I hope you won't hurt me!"

"Of course not ! But first I want to get you nice and relaxed. Just stay the way you are." Now I was improvising, assuming that Ann had really set the scene for sex. Who was I to decline?

I walked over to her and knelt in front of her. I started to stroke her inner thighs and worked my way to her panty-covered vulva, stroking her gently then more vigorously. She started to breathe heavily and threw her head back, pumping her vulva against my fingers. I slipped my fingers inside her panties. She was sopping wet. My fingers slid easily into her vagina and I worked them in and out of her, all the while rubbing her clitoris with my other hand. Ann reached down and pulled my face to her crotch. Then she reached under her and pulled her panties up to her knees. Her sexual aroma was intoxicating. I licked her pussy and inserted my tongue into her vagina. I wet my middle finger in her secretions and inserted it deep into her rectum. Ann nearly screamed with ecstasy and came long and hard. We lay on the bed and kissed and caressed each other tenderly for a long while.

"Come into the bathroom, Ann. I'm going to give you an enema."

I had her kneel on the floor with her head and arms resting in the edge of the bathtub.

"Now I want you to tell me what you're feeling"

"I feel you applying Vaseline to my anus. Now you're inserting your finger and spreading Vaseline in my rectum. Now I feel you inserting the enema tip into me. Move it around. I like the way you're doing this.

Now I feel the warm water entering me. Don't stop! I want you to fill me up. It feels wonderful. Now you're putting your fingers into my vagina. Please put your penis in now."

And so there was this lovely bright young woman, on her knees, receiving an enema from me and my penis thrusting in and out of her. It was wonderful. We both came explosively.

I removed the enema tip and Ann sat on the toilet, expelling the fluid. When she was done she drew me to her and took my penis in her mouth as I fondled her lovely small breasts. This seduction scene had been orchestrated by her. She knew what she was doing.

And so the 3 days passed. Interesting discussions, excellent lunches, and more sex crowded into our leisure time than imaginable. After dinner Ann wanted me to give her more enemas-she was clearly anally erotic.

I'd give her an enema, having vaginal sex with her as the enema filled her. Then after one or more enemas she'd get on her knees and I'd insert my penis into her rectum. I think she enjoyed anal intercourse at least as fully as vaginal. The 3 days didn't end our sexual adventures. For 2 years we were able to visit each other and continue our explorations of bliss. Ann was a wonderful, smart, funny, and highly sexed young woman.

I was lucky that a delayed flight and a computer mishap conspired to throw us together.