My backdoor neighbors have a daughter I have always called Blondie (not her real name) because she reminds me of Debbie Harry of the group Blondie. Last evening she called and asked if I had time to come over for a minute. Her mom and dad were out of town, she was house-sitting, and there was something wrong with the swimming pool pump. She asked if I have time to check it out. She was hoping I would know what was wrong with the pump since I have a pool too. I went over there and quickly determined it was not circulating the water because the filter was clogged. She had not been attending to it daily like she should have. Anyway, it was easily fixed and she offered me a beer for my troubles. I readily accepted and we sat down at the patio table and made small talk. I found out we had some mutual acquaintances because a few years back we had both worked at the same company but in different departments. After another beer, I said I enjoyed her company but needed to go home because I had to pee. She said no need to go home, just go inside to the bathroom and meanwhile she would change because she was getting chilled in her swimsuit. She has a very nice body and it was hard not to stare too much even though her suit was conservative by today’s standards.
I went to the bathroom she pointed out and while peeing I saw reflected in the mirror a red open top syringe with an enema nozzle hanging from the towel rack on the wall behind me. Wow! As I left the bathroom I met her in the hall coming from the bedroom across the hall. As soon as our eyes met she immediately blushed, realizing what I had just seen in the bathroom. She mumbled something about not expecting visitors so she had not cleaned up after herself. With that she grabbed two more beers and we went back outside.
As we sat at the patio table, I could tell that she was flustered that I had seen her enema bag hanging in the bathroom. I told her no need to be embarrassed because I have a bag very similar to hers and it gets plenty of use. She said, “Really?” I told her as a kid I used to give myself an enema whenever mom and dad left me home alone. She said, “I thought I was the only one who did that.” I didn’t say anything for a while, just letting that information sink in a bit.
As much as I enjoyed the discussion we just had, I thought it best not to push, so I said it was time to leave and got up. We gathered the empty bottles and took them to the kitchen and as I turned to go I said, half joking, but half serious, “If you ever need help with your enema, call me.” She got this strange look on her face and grabbed my arm. I was not sure if she was going to hit me or what. Then she said, “Look, if I let you give me an enema, nobody can know, ever.” “Agreed”, I answered.
She led me to the bathroom and started running water to warm it up while she slipped off her shorts and panties. She was well trimmed but not shaved. She left her t-shirt on but I was not going to rock the boat by asking her to remove it. She filled the bag to the top and led me to the bedroom across the hall, saying she does not like taking her enemas on the bathroom floor because it is too uncomfortable. She hung the bag from a clothes tree near the bed and handed me the nozzle and a tube of lube. She spread a large towel over the bedspread and crawled onto the bed, on her back, knees up and feet apart. Her nipples were trying to poke through her thin t-shirt. I asked if she ever leaks on the bed during her enemas. She said as long as I don’t tickle her she would be good. Interesting.
She said there is one more important rule before we start: “You can look and you can touch but we will not fuck.” “Is that understood?” “Yes”, I replied, barely able to speak due to the excitement. With that I put some lube on my finger and began probing her little brown flower and then the nozzle got buried deep. She caught her breath when I opened the clamp. I was wiggling the nozzle around a bit and her fingers started rubbing her clit. She asked to stop the flow for a minute a couple of times but soon the bag was empty and I closed the clamp. She did not ask to get up but continued working her clit so I slid my hand up under her t-shirt until I found one of those nipples and squeezed it a few times. She began to moan and buck her torso against me holding the nozzle in her ass, her fingers working her clit, and my hand on her breast. I thought sure she was going to leak all over, but not a drop! When she calmed down, she asked me to remove the nozzle so she could get up. I did, and she sort of rolled off the bed and trotted to the toilet across the hall. She did not close the door so as the water was gushing out of her ass I walked in and laid the bag in the sink, wondering what I should do now, when she grabbed my bulging crotch and said with a smile, “I bet you want one now too, don’t you?” I said, “You know it.” Then she said, “Go get your stuff while I finish here.”
At that point I woke up having a wet dream. Unfortunately, that is all I got that night, but every time I see Blondie, I get hard.