It had been 6 days since I first contacted @Dahiana to invite her to come down and visit me on m/v Optimystique. I just got a text from Elaine’s Chauffeur Service: Your lady friend called me at 9:30 this morning and I just picked her up. We should be there around 11 am. That surprised me; I had anticipated that if she were to actually take me up on my offer, she would want to be here in the late afternoon or early evening. Maybe she just didn’t want to be predictable. I started thinking to myself: How do I begin to think outside of the box that I found myself in. What was in that box? I guess I needed to answer that one first and it wasn’t so easy.
For most of my life I had been with girls and then women that were close to my own age. Some were just a little older or younger, but most were the same age. I had actually never been intimate with a woman with the age difference that existed between DD and me. True, I have kept myself in shape and I am healthy and strong. But I have also been fortunate that I have never been really hurt, crippled, or afflicted with a debilitating disease. Luck of the draw, perhaps. It wasn’t that I was never in harm’s way; I just seemed to have lived a charmed life so far. That still doesn’t answer the basic question of “What is in the box though. Sex has always been important to me. Even before I ever had any, just the thought of sex was an important aspect of my life. Looking back, my 30’s were a great time for me. I was starting to become successful in a career with the corresponding increase in pay, the beginnings of a healthy mature outlook…and great sex with a tight young body. Was that what was in the box? Because if it was, I had missed the point!
Perhaps the best lesson I ever learned was to stop seeing women as objects of sex and desire; and I began to really like them for who they are. A foundation of friendship can lead to having fun which is an endgame all by itself. But it turns out that having fun can also lead to some great sex. Perhaps her coming here early might present some opportunities to get to know her better. Charm and humor can be powerful aphrodisiacs; and I suppose chivalry has always been an important aspect of the way I interact with women, particularly with those who may not be used to it. I’m not thinking that DD wasn’t used to it; but it never hurts to start there because I have never had a woman say that they didn’t like chivalry. She is an ethical person and very loyal and protective; deeply in love her man and her children. She is also loyal to her friends and extended family. I am not one of them, but I do consider myself fortunate to be one of her Zity friends. In fact, just after she agreed to come out to the boat for a visit, she took my enema chat cherry. Yes I was a complete virgin, until DD chatted with me while taking a slow enema. I have a three screen computer and when I chat, if I have a photo, I will load it on another screen and DD gave me a nice hardon when she told me about her enema during our chat.
I looked at the clock mounted near the lower helm. She would be here in about 20 minutes. I went out of the salon onto the rear deck and climbed the stairs to the top deck. I was nice up here. The local weather was unseasonably warm due to a localized high pressure area that was forecast to break down sometime tomorrow night. But until then it was clear and warm with no sign of the Hawk, what the locals call the bitter wind-chill factor that often accompanies cold temperatures. Satisfied that all was in order at the top deck steering station, I made sure that the cushions were clean. I then went down to the engine room. I checked the oil and heat exchanger water levels before I walked to the lower helm and started the engine; boom: started right up without a whimper and was purring like a big cat in 30 seconds. I let it run until the water temp gauge was in the green and then shut it down. I smiled that I had an option in my pocket that might lead to some fun. Then I went into the head and took my enema bag off of the shower curtain rod, where it had been drying and went into the Master Stateroom and hung the stainless S hook on one of the horizontal teak slats that that are the shelf guards for the book shelfs on either side of the bed and about 3 feet higher than the bed, which makes it about the right height when it’s going into the butt of someone lying on the bed. Satisfied with my “prop” , I then exited the boat and walked up to the gate and out into the parking lot.
6 minutes later the gunsmoke blue 2019 Lincoln from Elaine’s Chauffeur Service pulled into the parking lot. The driver opened the trunk with the fob and then opened the door for her guest and out she stepped, much more striking than I imagined and she carried herself well. We both knew who we were but we exchanged pleasant introductions any way. Then I said, “I’m glad you came.” She quipped, “I hope to cum to really know you on this trip.” There was a twinkle in her eye and a wry smile graced her attractive face. She was testing me. I mimicked the Wicked Witch of the West, “All in good time, my pretty, all in good time.” Then I told the driver that I would take her bags down, but DD had one that she wanted to take herself. She chatted like she already knew me, or at least who she thought I was; not that far off really. “Can you believe this weather we’re having?” I said, “You couldn’t have picked a better day to come down. There is a high pressure system that is forecast to breakdown sometime tomorrow evening.” I opened the gate with my key and held it open for her and as she walked through, she realized that there was only one boat out in this dock system away from the protected boat sheds and this close the marina entrance. When she beheld m/v Optimystique, she seemed surprised, “Is that your boat? That is really nice.” I quipped, “You didn’t think that I was going to invite a beauty like you down to a garbage scow, now did you?” If she had any trepidation about coming out to meet me, that seemed to have evaporated into smiles. So perhaps she wasn’t disappointed from the look at me that I was much older than she was which caused me to smile. The trek from the gate to the boat was only a few hundred feet and we were at the stern in some 4 or 5 minutes. The walk down was slow and easy, the conversation was light as I answered a couple of her questions: “I’m going to put the big sailing vessel that I left in Portland up for sale; you know who the first one was, you filled in for her at her flower shop; it looks bigger than it is inside because there is a lot of storage space and it has a big engine room. But all-in-all, it is like a floating condominium.”
I stepped off of the dock onto the swim step, unlatched the rear deck gate and hoisted her bags on the deck, then I turned back to take her hand and help her take the first step off of the dock and on to the swim step; as I helped her walk up and through the gate, I grinned at her, “Welcome aboard the motor vessel Optimystique, DD. Would you like the 50 cent tour?” She had a satisfied look as she replied, “I was hoping you would ask me.” I began in the salon, moved to the galley, then to the head and shower stall, but I could see her interest in Master Stateroom as we passed it, so I backtracked and showed it to her. Her reaction took me a little by surprise, “So this is where all the action takes place! It looks cozy and sexy. Ooh look what is hanging up there? I guess I get to hang mine on the other side. What else do you have planned for me?” She had a warm smile of recognition that at some point during this trip we would share enemas together. I closed with her and gave warm friendly hug and then she looked up at me with curiosity; wondering what I was going to tell her. I said, “The horizontal shelf slats are good places to hang a warm enema bag.” Her smile was so genuine, as she soothed, “So you know from experience? (My nodding smile confirmed her thought) I was hoping you were thinking what I was thinking. I would really love to get to know you in that very intimate way. I know it would make us better friends.” I said, perhaps with a little hesitancy, “Do you know, my gorgeous friend, that you will be taking my enema cherry?” She seemed shocked, “Surly you’ve had an enema before?” I quipped, “Of course I have…I…uh have just never shared or had them from a woman or anybody for that matter (I had to make light of my being a novice) and don’t call me Shirley!” My smile was genuine but I was a little nervous. I felt her arms reach up thru mine and I felt her hands on my back, probing. A few seconds later, she soothed, “You not only have a real backbone, but also have a strong back too, Captain Flint. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
Then I took her by surprise, Since you got here so early, do you remember the triple photo set that I dedicated to you in my Boats are Fun album, where I use the caption, “I have been giving small boat lessons to @Dahiana, emphasizing situational awareness. She's got natural talent; what do you think?” and you said, “I would love to be out on the water and enjoying the breeze and the sun. Thank you for the lessons @Sailing_Master.” A little cautiously she answered, “Yeah, I do remember that…I remember you PMed me some more information as well.” We mutually disengaged from our hug and I got right to the point, “So I can teach you how to drive this boat and we can go out for maybe an hour or two and take advantage of this nice weather; what do you say?” Her response was enthusiastic, “Oh hell yes! I’m all in!” But she couldn’t seem to contain her sass, “So you’re not just another lecher out to fuck me?” I started to rub my hands together, trying to play a part, but I couldn’t keep a straight face and broke out in a broad grin, “It is all part of my plan, my”…I started to laugh and hard time trying to finish…”my pretty!” It was contagious and she stated to laugh saying, “Is that how you’re going to laugh when I’m sitting on your face?” My face was starting hurt from the laughter but I retorted, “We can only hope, gorgeous! Now let’s go up on the top deck.”
I directed her out of the salon and back out on the rear deck where I pointed out the ladder system that led to the top deck, “If you want to head up first, I’ll be right behind you, if you have a problem.” Sass graced her lips again, “You just want to look at my ass don’t you?” I confessed, “It is a burden that a chivalrous captain must bear, Milady, but I try to make the best of it.” She was nimble and went up the ladder and on to the top deck like a 20 year old. And yes if you’re wondering, she does have an ass that can easily affect a man’s power of speech and even thought! Having been temporarily paralyzed by all the possibilities…I suddenly remembered my mission. I ran up the ladder after her to find her standing athwart-ships, between the port and starboard bench cushions, gazing out at the scenery; she marveled, “Amazing view from up here! Why would you want to steer from down there?” I said, “Oh…freezing driving rain; cold wind, wind chill cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey…just to name a couple.” She was convinced, “Yeah I can see that would be a must.”
I closed with her and began to give her another hug. Even though there was an 8 inch height difference between us, she was unfazed as I said, “Are you ready for this?” She was not the least bit timid, as she looked up at me she said, “If you’re a good and patient instructor, that will go a long way for what else I may be ready for today.” I had a final card to play and I knew that I had to mean it. So I said in all sincerity, “You are just drop-dead gorgeous and any man that didn’t want you naked in his bed would need his head examined. Yet if you take away nothing else from your trip out to meet me, DD, I want you to really have some fun today. Fair enough?” Her look up at me is the look intelligence, of curiosity, of sensuality…of acceptance; then she challenged me, “I think that it is certainly warm enough to take a nude cruise, don’t you Captain Flint?” She said this like she wore her sex on the outside, like a badge…compelling me to want to please her. She was all woman and she loved her part! Even though I couldn’t contain my grin, I still had the composure to say, as I disengaged from our hug, “I like the way you think, DD. Excellent idea!” I sat on the port bench seat and began to get out of my clothes, as she looked on approvingly. When I stood up, she commented, “I like to see a man who keeps in shape.” She had on a sundress that had a couple of mini ties that made it accentuate her body. I said, “I’d like to help you out of that pretty dress.” Her smile was disarmingly genuine, and she was beginning to have some fun; she used a sexy southern accent, “Oh I do so love a chivalrous man!” DD surprised me again! She was completely commando under her dress. All she had left on were a pair on feminine slip on boat moccasins with low cut socks so I asked her, “Would you like to keep these on?” She seemed apologetic, “Do you mind?” I quipped, “Of course not! This white deck hasn’t warmed up to the air temperature yet.” I then opened the aft port bench set and took out a flag, walked to the Radar mast and clipped in on a small flag halyard. She looked at it with curiosity, “SMYT, what it that, with two round…OK…I think I know…”I cut her off and said, “If we were in the California Delta waters flying a SHOW ME YOUR TITS Flag, we would be flashed by almost every boat coming at us with a woman in it. Let’s see how we do in this conservative waterway.”
“Why don’t you sit at the helm and I’ll sit next to you on the port bench seat and discuss a couple of fundamentals.” She got comfortable in the helm seat, as I pointed out how to adjust it so that she could reach all of the controls. She wasn’t quite ready to concentrate yet, and she commented, “You might be surprised at their motivation when they see me up here.” I gave her a broad smile saying, “Well you’re certainly motivating me!” She is indeed an extremely attractive woman and yet she is well grounded and not vain about it. When I sensed that she was ready, I showed her how to start the engine and told her to pay attention to the oil pressure gage and the temperature gage; telling her that we couldn’t get under way, until they were both in the green. She turned the key clockwise and we heard, “Z…Z…Z…Whooom!” as the big diesel roared to life. She marveled, “Hey, I’m already warmed up!” I quipped, “No you are really HAWT!” She quickly glanced back at the gauges, before she slowly looked over at me with her head cocked, with an expression of “Really!” without saying a word.
I thought, OK down to business and began, “OK, there are two primary forces that will act on the boat that we need to counteract with the controls; Wind and Current; and as we get underway, prop-walk will have a noticeable effect. This results when the propeller shaft angles down ward because the engine coupling is higher than where propeller shaft exits in the stern of the boat. This means the cylindrical distance the propeller blades travel on their upstroke is greater than on their downstroke, generating greater thrust on that side. This effect tends to push the stern in the opposite direction of that thrust. Slow speed and high RPM amplify the effect. This boat has a starboard prop-walk in reverse and a port prop-walk going forward. I showed her where the knot-log was and where the wind speed and wind direction gauges were (I had those installed from my sailing days, because that instrument group just gave me better information.) I would talk about relative speed through the water and relative wind speed and direction later, if the situation warranted such details, but I didn’t want to overload her with any details that weren’t relevant for the moment. I showed her how to run the throttle, shift forward and reverse and to run an idle moment before engaging the transmission, either forward or reverse. Then I said, “I’m going down to clear all the moorings. When you hear me yell, CLEAR! I want you to engage forward and slowly advance the throttle from 700 to 900 rpm; that is barely moving forward, OK?” She looked at me with what I might characterize as part admiration, part sexual tension, and just a little confusion. Then she said, “I understand…but, uh…how do I address you; by Captain Flint…or by your real name?” I just quipped, “Use whatever you’re comfortable with.” Then she vamped, “Aye-Aye, Captain Flint!” I morphed into character and said, “Very well, Number One, you are hereby promoted to First Mate for the duration of this voyage. After you start the boat moving forward, make sure there are no other boats in the immediate vicinity. I will be stowing all of the fenders and when I yell out, YOU ARE CLEAR AND FREE TO NAVIGATE, which means that you’ve cleared the docks. Now make a slow steady turn to the starboard…that’s to the right…keep your head on a swivel and pay attention to your surroundings. If you see something that seems suspicious that you’re not sure of…give me a shout, got it?” This time she was a little more serious, “Yes, Sir, I got it.”
When I came back up on the top deck, we were ghosting along just barely making way and that was what I expected. I sat down beside her, put my right hand on her left shoulder, lightly, saying, “You’re doing very well; you’re a quick study.” She looked at me and her look was somewhat different from her body language. Her look was one of appreciation and a touch of pride. Her body language told me a different story. She was relaxed and her legs were apart; not sprawling like a man but comfortable like a woman beginning to consider more options. I said, When we get to the harbor entrance, about a hundred or so feet from the river proper, you’re going to sound one prolonged blast with the horn (I showed her where the button was) that is 4 to 6 seconds long. Then the question is where would you like to go? That will mean which way we will turn.” She said, “Hey can you get us in to the St. Louis Yacht Club? I always wondered what that place was like.”
My comment was said in sincerity, “That seems out of character for you, especially since we’re not dressed for the occasion… but they have a very limited operation this time of year and today they don’t open until 5 PM.” She frowned a frumpy sort of a frown, saying, “Well why even belong to a yacht club, if they’re hardy ever open?” I tried to explain that some clubs can’t find enough members to volunteer their time to make a viable club ran just by the membership, but she cut me off this time, saying, “Oh I just wanted to drive the boat by and moon those blue bloods!”
She said, “Well I don’t know where to go then.” I soothed, “We don’t need a destination, we can see a lot from up here. We can take a short cruise up river and take a slow cruise through their harbor so you can see what their clubhouse and grounds look like then you can moon that, if you like, and then we’ll come back here. Just a sightseeing trip; you’ll get a better experience from that anyway.” She said, “So I turn Left then?” I smiled, “Yes DD, when we get to the river, you want to turn to the port.”
It was about a 7 mile round trip, including a short harbor tour to show her their Club House and grounds and then back to my Polestar slip. We were going at a nice leisurely pace of 3.5 mph and we were getting comfortable with one another. She asked me again what I had planned for us today. Her meaning was clear to me and it was time for me to commit: We slowed a little as we were going to enter their harbor, only to find that their clubhouse was obscured by all of the covered berths. So we took a side tie on their river dock, just opposite of their gazebo Bar-B-Q & bar with outdoor seating. I helped her guide us in, then, just as I ran down to attach two spring lines, she called out to me, “Hey we just lost an engine light.” When I had us secure, I came back up and asked her, “Which one?” The one that she indicated was a local light, so there were no sending unit issues. This one indicates that the key is in the ignition switch and that the top steering station has been selected. The STOP button is actually wired down to a solenoid that activates a lever that closes the fuel off, which stops a diesel engine. I told her to press it. I had spare bulbs in a case under the port bench seat and got one out and bent down and under the dash to replace it. When I was done, she vamped, “While you’re down there, would you do a lady a favor, Captain?” She actually surprised me, but I had the presence of mind to say, “I never say no to a lady in distress!” I looked up to see the nice trimmed triangle of her bush. Then I shoved her seat all the way back to give me some leg room. Our eyes were together as I slowly lifted her legs over my shoulders. There was no telling how many enemas she had already taken (or been given by her beloved husband) but her scent was light and airy and reminded me of riding my motorcycle down a road with fields of wild flowers and lavender on both sides. I assumed that she really did want this or she wouldn’t have asked, yet she wasn’t dripping; not to worry though because she is a woman that knows what she wants and it was up to me to bring her into it.
I shrugged my shoulders allowing her legs to gently roll into the crook of my arms. That allowed me to rise up enough to make important light kisses on her breasts; not lingering, just a short visit to each one, just enough to make her nipples hard. From there I nibbled my way down her stomach, surprisingly toned for a woman who has given birth to two children. When I got to her trimmed triangular bush, I breathed out a hot breath uttering a slow guttural, “Beautiful!”, then went out to the soft flesh of her inner thigh and kissed and nibbled my way back, swooping her labia with another hot breath and moving to her other inner thigh, then kissing and nibbling my way back again. I repeated this process two more times, before I took getting her “honey’ to start to flow into my own hands: I rubbed her labia gently and as I did, her lips parted and she was wet inside. I stuck my finger into her slippery wetness and then I looked at her eyes on me, her mouth slightly agape; then I put my finger in my mouth and slowly sucked on it while I smiled up at her and I said, “Oh you taste so good…I need more.” I dipped my finger in again and then I offered it up for her to taste…she slightly dipped her head and opened her mouth to suck my finger for a taste. She was exceedingly sexy as she took my finger in mouth, sucking on it like she was giving it a blow job. Her look at me changed and I had seen looks like that when I was younger and I used to say, “You don’t need to hold me by the ears, I know what I’m doing!” But I noticed that DD had a look of determination and I took her meaning to be, “Let’s get to it!” without her vocalizing it. I brought her legs up over my shoulders again by raising my arms up and started at her taint and made a slow deep tongue like all the way up moaning deep and gutturally until I felt the trim of her lower triangular bush. I repeated this three more times until her clitoris made my tongue aware of what it really needed. I hovered over her clit, formed a vacuum with my mouth and sucked her clit between my lips and batted it with my tongue.
This caused her to start to vocalize that she really liked it by moaning and occasionally cursing sexual epithets in my general direction as she began to buck a little by thrusting her pelvis at me. I went back to some deep tongue licks again starting at her taint again and swooping up to the bottom of her bush again. She was starting to buck up and down more and more; on the 3rd attempt at another big tongue lick swoop, my tongue expecting to touch her taint, instead we both got an electric shock when my tongue instead touched the very center of her starfish! I heard the air rush out of her lungs in an “Oh Fuck!” exclamation. For my part, I was just as surprised…but not disappointed; my tongue has not toughed that part of a woman for a long time. DD’s taste reminded me of putting my tongue on a double AA battery trying the get life back into a small appliance again…a very light acidic taste…with a slight bit of musk, something like a fresh mushroom just after it has been sliced. Not that I was ready to “Toss her Salad” as Niki Manage sings about(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC9adx_vc4s), in other words I did not desire her to open up for me so that I could taste the rim…not my desire with her today.
But she was on a quest to really get off and I suddenly felt her hand on the back of my head wanting me closer and deeper in her pussy and on her clit. Suddenly I had forgotten my old tome, YOU DON’T HAVE TO HOLD ME BY THE EARS, I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING; I was turned on that she liked it enough to not just want more…she demanded more! Her need drove me on, providing me with the ultimate motivation for providing oral pleasure to a woman. Her thighs began to shake quickening into a violent quiver. Her juices were now free flowing, mixed with my own salivary juices. My index finger touched her soaked starfish, ringing her bell! I rubbed it around in circles and it accentuated her orgasm.
When DD finally let go of my head, she was slowly becoming aware of the world around her. I shrugged her legs off of my shoulders, rose up and kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “That was really hawt, gorgeous!” She gave me a breathy vamp, “You are a very nice surprise! That wasn’t a lazy canoe ride that was riding the rapids!” I smiled, “Class 2 or Class 3?” She looked over at the Gazebo saying, “Apparently we have an audience and they’re say it was a 10 if the score cards they’re holding up is any indication.” 3 couples were out enjoying some cocktails all held up score cards that said “10”. I smiled, “I take it that you don’t want to moon them now?” She said, “No! Can we just get out of here and go back to our marina?” I used one of my Dad’s old euphemisms, “Build a fire in it and I’ll untie the spring lines and bring in the fenders. When I say ease forward, go up 200 RPMs and port your helm a half turn; we’ll let the river carry us out.” She seemed a little incredulous, “What?” I laughed a little, shaking my head, as I clarified, “Start the Engine…the fire is the internal combustion!”
We cut and ran, as they say, and we ran hard and we were back in the slip at the Polestar Marina 20 minutes later; we had been flashed by 4 different women in 3 boats on our way back and that kept us entertained and wanting to get at each other when the boat was secure. We walked into the salon together, still both nude. I said, “Can I get you anything, something to drink…a snack, perhaps?” She was rummaging through the bag that she carried on board, leaving on the aft, starboard settee when we took the 50 cent tour of the boat earlier this morning. She came up with her enema bag looking at me confidently smiling; “Now I think we should really get to know one another better don’t you?” I wasn’t as comfortable about the idea as she obviously was but I reluctantly said, “I suppose your right, but I think you also need to know how to operate the marine head, so let me give you a quick demonstration.” After I showed her how to run the head, she seemed a little worried saying, “I hope we don’t have to go at the same time.” I told her not to worry. “I have a 5 gallon bucket with a toilet seat on it and I would use that, if it became necessary.” We both filled our enema bags from the high faucet in the galley sink and she was chatty the whole time. I was actually filling the bags as she put her hand on my shoulder saying, “There will be some firsts for you today, SM.” I replied without taking my eyes off of the filling enema bag, “Well one I know of anyway; I have never shared with anyone.” When I turned to look at her, her glow enhanced her beauty beyond measure as she smiled at me, “Never inserted the nozzle into a woman’s ass, or had a woman part your tight ass cheeks and feel her slide a slippery nozzle in your ass either have you?” I shook my head indication the negative, my meaning was no. She soothed, “You don’t have to say anything at the moment; your cock seems to be talking for you.” I looked down and I was already semi-erect and building. I gave her a nervous chuff, “Never even talked with a woman about the sexual nature of an enema before.” She was obviously more experienced at this than I was. She was soothingly assertive, “I’ve had a wonderful time so far. Just go with the flow, no pun intended, and you’ll be amazed what a wild aphrodisiac affect our sharing will produce.” As I suddenly realized how right she was, I grinned, “I can see that!” She grinned back at me, as she briefly stroked my cock, “So can I!”
The Master Stateroom cabin heater had been on low all morning and the cabin was warm and cozy. The duvet was treated with Scotchgard water shield, as well as an antibacterial and anti-mildew treatment on the outside layer and it was warm enough in the cabin to not need to get under the covers, as I climbed on first and hung my enema bag up on the side that I was used to. Then I reached back and took hers and hung it up on the opposite side and turned back to give her a hand climbing up on this tall bed. There she was…right beside me and somehow it now seemed so natural…so I offered, as I lightly stroked through her hair and down over her breast to her inside thigh, “May I do the honor for you Milady?” She looked into my eyes saying with genuine sincerity, “I would love to be your first.” So I reached up in the open bookcase style slated shelf that contained a standard teak box designed to hold a Kleenex box, except this one held my variety of different lubes and a couple of different enema nozzles. I picked out an 8.5 oz. Sliquid organic natural gel in a plastic squeeze bottle, reached up and pulled her enema nozzle out of her red open top bag and applied a liberal coating on it. At the same time I asked her, “Which position would you like to take this, DD?” Her position seemed to be hinged on what mine would be, so she reversed the question on me. I said, “I’m going to use the Large Silver Bullet and I like it better lying on my stomach.” She was agreeable, saying, “Yeah, that will help us take it slow so we can talk a while.” That prompted me to give her a gentle command, “Then roll over on your tummy, gorgeous.” She did, playfully looking back up at me with anticipation. I made a little show of lubricating her douche style nozzle very liberally and then holding her nozzle in my left hand, I used my pointing and index finger to lubricate her tight pink starfish; just circling, ringing her bell just enough to push some in without just sticking my fingers up her. (I wanted to reserve that privilege for later, if she would allow me) Then I slipped her enema nozzle up her lovely ass. It was such a turn on, my cock really felt good before I realized that I had just voiced that to her. Her instant reply was, “OOOH yes! That felt really nice going in too. Now it’s my turn to do you.” Her hose had enough length to allow her to turn on her side, then rise up to take the large silver bullet out of the big 5 liter bag, that only had about 1.5 liters in it. Her comment was almost instantaneous when she picked it up, “Damn, this thing is heavy! Does it feel heavy in your ass?” I laughed a little while I tried to answer her, “Yes, but the real feature is that it instantly transfers the heat of the water…to the right spot.” Her gentle command, “Roll over. This is going to be interesting to insert. You know I have only done this with my husband before, so you’re the first big man that I’ve ever done this with that I haven’t been married to.” My first erotic surprise was feeling her lubricate me…all the way! She soothed, “Are you OK?” I said,” You just took my breath away, but that was surprisingly nice!” I heard her say, “Try to relax, this is big!” I let her know, “Just push it in! It is sized to fit me…Hmmm, yeah, that’s it!” She got down and lay down beside me, looking at me with a new familiarity. We had both agreed that we should choose our own pace, but slow was the code.
We both started working our clamps until we each got what we wanted. She wanted to talk. And led off with, “Beth Anne said she brought an assortment of enema equipment, but you never used them, why?” I answered, “We chatted over PM and over e-mail and she did say that she was going to bring that, but she posted first and that was not really in her plan, I think she just wanted to cover her bases. I can’t remember where she first told me, but she let me know in no uncertain terms just what she really wanted. I was hoping for more, but she said that a mutual friend suggested that she had had enough.”
I asked her, “You refer to your kids as the thundering herd. Tell me that story; what is behind that name?”