"When she wants to be cuddled and felt on and desired"
I met a lady in the grocery store that needed eggs out of a cooler case with doors. She wanted a specific package of eggs that had 48 of them. I knew or thought it strange. And sure enough, no she only wanted a set of 24. Then had me put them back for a normal carton of 12. I got the hint that she was enjoying the company, but left her to her shopping, not wanting to make her too self conscious in front of all the others getting their groceries. I was not getting that much for myself and was only carrying a hand basket. So i spied on her and got behind her in line. Then hinted that i could maybe help her out by putting her stuff in her car. She looked at me with a big smile and invited me to follow her out to her car. In the parking lot, she asked me if i might be interested in following her home to put things away. I asked about the distance, getting an idea of where that might be. At home, She proudly scooterred up to her door from her car, with me following after her loaded on goth arms and hands with her stuff. Inside she ordered me around, getting even a couple extra things put right. I told her how happy i was that she could allow me to help her this way. "She hoped i was having as much fun as she was adding that our racial difference was an extra kick for her,, !" Then also saying that she occasionally could offer payment for assistance with health needs. me: Baths, maybe, letting her know i had experience and was comfortable with a two or four hour aid call, but that a first introductory service call would be free with an appointment in advance. Then told her the types of home health care i had done for family. Saving the best for last, i noted, and that i had grown up with a very enema savvy family.
"Oh my how nice.", came streaming from her lips. And then put her finger tips to her mouth. "Would that help you?" me.
She told me she would even cherish me for that impossible favor. I asked her if she was needing something now, maybe. Well that completely changed the atmosphere and we were like instant bro and sis. We had a 30 minute discussion on how it could go. She knew exactly what she wanted, but it was painful for her to get in and out of her bath tub, let alone manage an enema in it. Without all the gory details, she gaily undressed with my help and provided all she had for me to admire, and grabbed me to see if i had a boner. But no fucking around, she begged, OK? I assured her i would never have time for that either.
She had a firm 4 inch foam bolster that brought her hips up a little off the dry tub. I gave her the nozzle to hold and dress-up while i gave her anus its needed prep to receive it. I talked of enemas past while spreading the grease around and around till i felt it relax and let a quarter inch press in, make a circle and press in just a little more. I heard a little whimper and let her have that middle finger uup to the knuckle with a twist. She gasped and recovered her composure, calling me a MF. I took her handy worked nozzle from her and she watched me purge the air from it. But now she spread for me and received the fat nozzle like a queen. She went for the clicker to release the flow, but i swatted her hand and said, mother fucker, up yours and turned it loose inside her. She lost composure again, her eyes fluttered and closed, her mouth dropped open, then closed and her lips began like words were to come out, but there was no sound. One eye opened to see me staring into her face. "Rub it for me, if you could be so kind, oh i've needed this for so long." I began to pet on her tummy and she pushed my nervous hand downward saying, "There"
I found her swollen clit and gently stroked it while her filling continued. She then replaced my hand on her tummy and began rolling an engorged nipple between her finger tips. Fuuuck Mmmee! she screamed. Continuing on with my steady gentle stokes on her clit, i began sliding the running nozzle in and out with a double twist in both directions. Shit, Please, please she screamed some more. And then mercifully i really got busy on her clit. She seemed to be in great pain, her eye brows and forehead were drawn tight. She squeezed one eye tightly shut, her nose and lip following. "Brother, stop, stop." laboriously came from her breath. But she had not stopped, so neither did i. Her convulsive panting and howling rewarded me with her full surrender and momentary loss of consciousness.
This girl got the real thing.