Back when I was in my mid-twenties and not married. I moved to a small town and had an apartment that was next door to a lady that was nearly my Mother's age. She kind of looked after me, like a mother would look after her own son.
She knew I had very little cooking skills and she also knew that my evening meal usually consisted of a piece of 9 hour old fried chicken and an equally old potato log. To solve the issue, my neighbor began cooking extra food and offering me my nightly meal. I wasn't dumb and anything beat my cooking and that old chicken and potato log.
One night, I arrived late and went straight to her apartment without first going to my apartment to wash up. So, when I arrived I asked my neighbor if I could use her restroom to wash up. She said yes and pointed her hand towards her bathroom. Once I entered the bathroom, the first thing that caught my eye was a green Davol combination syringe with an enema nozzle attached to the tubing hanging from the shower door. I, also, noticed that the nozzle still had some Vaseline smeared on it. My first reaction was humm… Anyway, I washed up and went back to the dining room where I had an outstanding meal.
Before I knew it, three weeks had passed. It was a weekend and I decided to give myself an enema. For some reason, I had forgottem to lock the front door when I went to my bathroom to prepare my enema. I had just taken my Rexall Victoria Combination syringe out of my bathroom cabinet and turned on the water in my bathtub, when I felt this soft hand on the top of my right shoulder. I about jumped out of my skin.
Here I am standing only in my undies, leaning over the tub with my hand in the water flow waiting for it to warm up. Also, I had the red water bottle in my left hand as well.
When I composed myself, my neighbor spoke saying “Mike, you must like to take enemas as much as I do.
At that point I was red as a beet and all I could do was look down. Meanwhile, I turned off the water and turned and lay the water bottle next to tubing on the sink cabinet.
Then, I turned and faced my neighbor. I attempted to ease pass her so I could enter my bedroom and put on something besides my undershorts. But, again, like before, my neighbor put her hand on my shoulder stopping me in my tracks.
I turned to face her and with a look that I thought only my Mother had, my neighbor smiled at me. I started to open my mouth, but she beat me to it saying… ”Mike, would you like for your special neighbor to give you that enema that you were fixing to take?"
Man, was I dreaming? I shook my head and swallowed Then, I looked down as she began to speak again…. “Well, do you? Mike, I want you to know that I give a fairly good enema!”
I couldn't believe my ears! How was I to resist. I turned and re-entered my bathroom and took a seat on my toilet. My neighbor followed and picked the red hot water bottle off the cabinet and proceeded to the tub where she leaned over and turned on the hot water. I couldn't help but see her red panties that had appeared when her short dress eased up over her hips. To keep from getting more embarrassed i took my eyes off her and looked down.
A second or two later, my neighbor asked me how much water did I normally take in my enemas. I said “actually, I usually take two bags when I take an enema!”
My neighbor then replied “I will have to see that to believe," as she began to fill the hot water bottle. When it was full, she turned off the water and asked me to hand her the red hose that was on the cabinet next to me. I reached over and picked the tubing up and handed it to her.
She smiled at me and took it from me and screwed the black adapter cap into the neck of the hot water bottle. She, then, proceeded to hang the full bottle from a hook that I had placed on the wall next to the tub. Immediately, water began to enter the tubing and a clear bloop, bloop, bloop sound resounded throughout the bathroom.
My neighbor, then, inquired as to whether I had any Vaseline and I reached into the cabinet, grabbed the item and handed it to her. She opened the cap, obtained a glob on her right index finger and proceeded to smear the lubricant onto the black douche nozzle, that I had attached to the end of the red tubing.
My neighbor commented that I should be using the smaller enema nozzle for my enemas.
I smiled and replied to her, “Ma'am, the douche nozzle stays in better.” I didn't realize it, but I was still sitting on the toilet, still in my undies, when she spoke again … “Mike, well, your enema is ready! Now, get out of those undies and get down in front of me in a knee chest position so I can give you this special enema!”
I followed her instructions and was soon naked and in the knee chest position that she requested in front of her. She, then, took a seat on the toilet as I snuggled on the floor rug under me.
Soon, I felt her pulling on my right bootie cheek! Then, I felt her smearing some Vaseline on my anal opening, which was followed by her inserting one greased finger through the opening. The finger was soon replaced by the black douche nozzle. She twisted it several times and, then, asked if I was ready? I replied that I was and she opened the tube's shut-off and my enema began. Soon that bag was hanging empty.
My neighbor, then, asked me if I wanted her to refill it. I replied “please!” And, as a result, she proceeded to do just that. Within a minute or I was taking my second bag. My neighbor leaned over and began to message my stomach area. I thanked her. In fact, her message actually helped me take the rest of my water. When that second bag was empty, my neighbor closed the tube's shutoff and pulled the nozzle from my rectum.
She, then, got up off of the toilet seat and patted my back as she exited the room. I proceeded to expel my special enema. After I had wiped myself, I left the bathroom and went into my bedroom to get dressed.
When I opened the door, I saw my neighbor lying on my bed, butt naked. Her legs were spread open and her arms were inviting me to join her.
I did and the next few minutes were as good or better than the enema that she had just given me. Needless to say, my neighbor and I became rather close and as a result, I got many, many enemas from her over the next two years. She was one special lady!