@Allie80
That almost exact thing happened to me.
Sitting on the patio with a gorgeous redhead friend of 40 years who I had photographed nude a number of times.
Sipping a glass of wine, she asked me if I knew anything about enemas. Being someone who loved enemas and loved giving them to women, I lied.
I told her I took enemas every two weeks because they made me feel so good and I enjoyed a sense of euphoria afterwards, which was true.
She said she would take one if I would show her how. You can’t imagine what that did to me mentally.
Calmly, I asked her if she had any equipment. She said no and I told her I would make a quick trip to a nearby big box store and buy everything she needed.
Once back at her house, I took the bag, hose, clamp and nozzles out to assemble them.
She sat down beside me and watched as I explained what each piece was. I then handed the assembled bag to her to get familiar with it.
Then, I lied again. I told her that the enema was given in three positions - the first two with soapy water and a third with plain water to rinse out the soap.
I told her the first bag was given as was lying on her stomach on a pillow and she would wait 10 minutes before expelling.
Then I told her the second bag was given with her lying on her back with her knees drawn up to her chest.
(You see where I am going with this?)
I told her she was need to wait another 10 minutes before she would expel.
Finally, I told her that the rinse bag would be given with her on her knees with her breasts on the bed.
Because it was getting on toward sunset, I told her it would be best to take her enema in the morning.
She nodded agreement and understanding.
Obviously the next morning, I was raring to go and had to concentrate to keep my penis under control.
After our morning coffee, we went into the kitchen where she watched me mix a two quart pitcher of warm water stirring in a bar of Ivory soap.
Then we headed to her bedroom and hung the bulging red bag on a photographer’s light stand.
I asked her to spread two thick towels on her bed and use one of her throw pillows to put under her hips.
Without asking any questions or hesitating, she removed her bathrobe and turned to me in just her nightgown and said, “Do you want to do the honors?”
Of course, she didn’t have to ask twice as I eased the straps off her shoulders and let the gown fall to the floor.
Because she had modeled nude for me so many times, she wasn’t embarrassed in the least as she cupped her amazingly large breasts and asked if she should lie on the pillow and towels.
I nodded affirmatively and she assumed her position as I reached for her calves and spread her legs more. She didn’t resist and asked if her legs were spread enough.
I said yes and reached to gently massage her shapely hips. I massaged as I explained I was going to lubricate her anus and rectum with the Vaseline I had bought yesterday with the enema bag. I told her it would be important for her to breathe slowly and deeply while I lubed her and gently massaged her sphincter muscles to relax them before inserting the nozzle.
As I was opening the Vaseline I fixed my gaze on the crack of her ass where I could see her pink anus and the red hairs around it.
With a glob of Vaseline on my index finger, I used my other hand to pry her soft hips apart and inspected the area and asked if she was ready.
She answered yes and asked me to be gentle. I assured her I would as my finger tip made contact and her crinkled pink anus skin.
I smeared the Vaseline around a few times before I started pushing my finger into her rectum. She jumped and I stopped and asked if I was hurting her.
She said no that she was just surprised by the feeling of my finger going in. I told her to relax and take deep breaths as I was going further in to lubricate her rectum and massage her sphincter muscles to relax them for the nozzle insertion.
At that point, she relaxed her body but pushed her hips up somewhat to greet my finger.
After massaging all four quadrants of her rectum, I slowly removed my index finger, dug out another glob of Vaseline and plunged back in full finger deep and spoke quietly as I continued my massage and encouraged her to relax her rectal area.
Feeling satisfied that I had thoroughly enjoyed fingering her ass with no complaints from her, I removed my finger again, wiped it with a paper towel before reaching for the waiting nozzle.
Again, massaging one soft hip, I told her to take a deep breath as I eased the nozzle into her rectum.
As I wiggled it around a bit and pulled it in and out, she said, “That feels good.”
I told her that was because she had let me lubricate her so well.
I told her I was opening the hose clamp to a slow flow and to just relax and take slow deep breaths.
I massaged her lower back, hips and upper legs with my fingertips and the enema flowed. I also wiggled the nozzle sticking out of her ass and asked if she could feel anything.
She answered yes and said everything felt good. So I continued and soon the two quart bag went flat.
I praised her for taking the whole bag for her first enema and told her to lie still and relax for a few minutes while the soapy fluid softened her stool.
I continued massaging and gently squeezing her hips as the minutes ticked by.
Finally, I told her I would remove the nozzle and help her up. Once standing, she put her hands to her stomach and said she looked six months pregnant.
I patted her tummy too and let my fingers wander down to the top of her bushy pubic hair. She smiled and turned for her ensuite to take her seat on the toilet.
She didn’t close the door or seemed concerned that I could see her from my position on the bed.
In no time her expulsion started. She looked me in the eye, smiled slightly and said, “That feels so good.”