It was the usual airport security line and I was making the most of the time in line by looking (ok, mentally undressing) the lady in front of me. Late twenties, tall with particularly nice looking long brown hair. No Barbie, but a nicely proportioned body and a pretty face. I would buy her a drink in any bar if I had the chance. Her small suitcase and purse were on the conveyor in front of mine and this airport usually doesn't stop the line as stuff flows through the x-ray. I was surprised when the inspector asked her to open her bag so that he could do a visual check. She started to say something but stopped after he quickly unzipped her bag and laid it open on the table at the end of the conveyor.

The top item in the bag was a bright red two quart closed top bag with a coiled white tube attached.

No nozzle was visible but the unusual inspection had caught the eye of the other inspector and several people waiting in line. The lady's face turned the same color as the bag as she made a little “eeep” sound and then went silent. Without any comment, the inspector pawed through her bag and removed a small bottle of personal lubricant. He had a sly grin as he held it up for all to see, and told her that it would have to be confiscated if she intended to carry her bag on board. Still quite red in the face, she mumbled OK and stared at the closed top bag that was half hanging out of her suitcase on the table. Actually, a small group of people had stopped to watch our government prevent terrorism and make our sky safe one more time. He chucked the bottle into a metal bin and closed her bag, saying “have a nice flight”.

The lady picked up her bag and the line started moving again. My mind was going wild with thoughts and mental images as I walked to the boarding gate. I kept thinking about that enema bag and the lovely little round butt that walked in front of me and onto our plane. Did we live in the same town? Was she a solo user or perhaps she would enjoy some assistance? How could I find out her name? She put her bag in the overhead bin and sat down. I checked my ticket. I was in the seat next to her.

I was sure she remembered that I had been next to her in the security line. Her color had returned to normal, but she seemed to be in deep meditation and neither moved or acknowledged my presence. Not until after takeoff did she open her eyes and sneak a glance in my direction. She blushed and then got a pained expression on her face before softly saying “embarrassing”. “Yes” I said. My mind raced to think of what to say to get her to continue with the same topic. “I am always afraid to carry any of my equipment on the plane” I said. Her face slowly relaxed and she said “it is so nice to find someone that understands”. Suddenly I wished that I had a newspaper or something to cover my lap. Both of us watched as I developed an obvious erection that rose inside the trousers of my light summer suit.

She giggled. “Guess it just is not our day” she said. “ Maybe it can be” I said .

I was pleased to find that Ann seemed as interested in extending our new relationship as I was. I had left my car at the airport, so after picking up my luggage, We drove her to her apartment.

Ann got me a beer from her fridge and excused herself to go into her bedroom. I was just taking off my necktie and settling down on her couch when Ann returned. She was completely naked with the exception of her small gold earrings and the soft pink glow of a recent Brazil wax. She pulled me to my feet and started unbuttoning my shirt. My belt was next and then my shoes. In seconds, I was standing there in my undershorts while she stood back to look me over and I took the opportunity to return the gaze. I was trying to become fully erect but was held in a bent position by my shorts and needed to adjust them as it was getting quite uncomfortable. Ann saw my problem and dropped to her knees while hooking her thumbs into my waistband. In a flash, I was naked and sporting a full erection. Ann grabbed my penis with both hands and pulled the tip of my penis to her mouth, first giving it a warm wet kiss and then opening her mouth to suck me inside. She wrapped her arms around my butt and squeezed me tightly until she could no longer hold her breath. When she let me go, I put my arms around her and lay down on her couch, pulling her naked body on top of mine. I loved the weight of her body on mine and let my hands slide down to rub her lovely rounded butt. Her head rested on my shoulder and she softly whispered “ what a lovely way to start”. Yes it was.

OK fanny here goes.

As my hands explored the soft shape of the butt that I had admired back at the airport, I slid my fingers deep into her butt crack and rubbed a fingertip back and forth across her anus. Each time it crossed her anus, she would let out a soft “oooh” sound and I could feel her naked body stiffen against mine. Finally she spoke. “While on my trip, I bought a double balloon nozzle, but when I tried to use it, it kept slipping in my fingers and I was never able to get it in. “ “ Do you think that you could get it inside me so that I can try it out?” I was certainly willing to try.

We went to her bedroom. Ann opened her suitcase and located the nozzle that the airport inspector had not displayed earlier that day. Ann opened the box to reveal a nice latex double balloon nozzle and two inflation bulbs. She removed a tube of KY from her nightstand and put the box and lube on her bed. Ann took the nozzle out of the box and held it up for me to see. Just the sight of her naked body was enough, but to see her hold that nozzle swinging in front of her lovely bare breasts was causing me to start to leak pre cum and my erection was as hard as I think I have ever been. Handing me the KY, she pulled out a small straight chair and told me to sit down. She flopped her naked body across my lap which left her beautiful rounded butt in a perfect position for access to her anus. Spreading her legs gave me a clear view of her tight little pink pucker. I squirted a large blob of lube on her anus and pressed my finger against her anus. It was tight but KY is very slippery and with a little gentle pressure, Ann gradually relaxed and my finger entered . Ann made her little “oooh” sound and relaxed enough that I could slowly slide my finger in and out several times. Ann said “Now try to get the nozzle in.”

The nozzle had a short tip about finger size and then a pleated balloon that was much larger. Then there was a short slim tube and another pleated balloon. I spread the KY on the first balloon but left the second one dry so that it would not be too slippery to hold. Her anus wasn't quite as tight as it had been for my finger, and the tip went in without much pressure. Then I twisted the first balloon and started pressing it in. I told Ann to relax but she wasn't able to relax enough for me to get the nozzle in. Without any warning, I gave her butt a hard swat with my free hand while twisting and pressing the nozzle with my other hand. Like magic, the first balloon slid deep inside. Ann gave a loud yelp and then a familiar “oooh”. A couple of quick pumps on the inflation bulb got another “ooooooh.” I helped Ann to stand up. The view of her standing there naked with the hose and bulbs hanging between her knees was breathtaking. She smiled and spreading her legs , swayed back and forth to make the bulbs swing between her legs. She definitely had my attention. She said “let me fill my bag and we can try this out”. I was treated to her rear view as she walked to her bathroom. The nozzle swinging between her long legs and the bright pink hand print on her left cheek was priceless.

I waited in the chair while she filled her bag and attached the hose. “This is so much more fun with you here to help” she said as she walked back into her bedroom carrying the full bag. I had to agree.

Ann hung her bag on a wall hook that was beside her bed and had no obvious reason to be there except for this purpose. My mind visualized past use of that hook and the lovely naked body standing in front of me. Ann brought me back to the project at hand. Handing me the hose, she flopped across my lap carefully holding my erection out of the way so that I wouldn't get injured. Again I was presented with her lovely butt and the now only slightly pink hand print. The outer balloon was still OK and a tug on the hose showed the the inner balloon was still secure. I plugged the hose into the nozzle and said “ready”? “Oh am I” she said. The hook held the bag pretty high and I worried that the flow might be too fast, but it became obvious that she had experience, and the entire three quarts went in quickly. Ann had gone entirely limp across my lap and was making only a quiet humming (purring?) sound as the bag ran dry. I clamped the hose and the nozzle and disconnected the hose. Ann was in no hurry to get up, so I used the opportunity to rub her back, butt and thighs as she lay across my lap. Finally she spoke. “I guess I had better let this out if we are going to have time to go to dinner before bedtime.”

Love a girl that plans ahead.