I have entertained one lady that simply was bored with life and asked if I had any ideas. Explaining the failures and disappointments in life casually as if taking a pee. Not thinking there was anything on the horizon, she was caught with wonder as I explained the ins and outs of a simple enema that comforts and restores normalcy.
The next week, she sought me out, and asked me, as if she had come up with the idea, if I might want to try an enema just to see how it might work out. I realized she was searching and cautiously suggested a date for planning. I believed she was ready, but wanted her to really want it. We were not socially involved, but had one mutual friend. As we headed back to work after a sanwich, she sought to touch my hand. I lingered so that our friendship could be better established without really holding on. We both knew it was getting critical and something was going to happen. Letting another week go by we met for lunch again, for the purpose of really setting down tracks.
She explained the frustrations of life again and also of her apprehension to getting intimate. I took a solid position for her so as to lend confidence, though I was as scared as she was. I suggested we plan to keep it as therapeutic as possible and try to keep it light. I told her of a room we could rent and asked for half the cost right then. She flinched, but easily dug it out of her purse and took my hand as she gave the money into mine. Kind of like, please don't stand me up.
The time was set for 6:AM the following Saturday morning. I went that evening and made the reservation for the room. I called her at 10😜M Friday night to make sure she would set her clock to make the little trip for OUR meet up. That morning I already had the key, and we met in the parking lot, enjoying the cool crisp air. I asked her if she had brought anything to look at or talk over that might be interesting. She didn't and was hoping I would just sort of lead the way for her. I asked her if she brought a hand mirror, like for getting ready to go out afterward. "Oh, OK!" and she brought in sort of an over-night bag. Once inside the door, she locked it and slid the keeper. She turned, and I took her into me and held her tightly, rubbing the base of her spine vigorously. When I released her she kissed my neck, cautiously. I asked to see her mirror, and pried visually to see what else might be in there. Sure enough she had brought a fold-able douche kit. "Oh please" i asked, "I think using your douche kit will be most comfortable for you." Gingerly she lifted it up out of her bag, with the pipe and hose neatly rolled & tucked inside. I took it from her hand and admired its design and color. I explained how the fine holes in her douche pipe were going to comfort her insides and set her at rest as soon as she sensed the flow. We worked together finding a way to hang it near the bed. Then went on to filling it together. She paraded it back to its hanging place and I remarked how heavy it was, as she was fixing it up. She stared at it, not giving me a clue to what might be on her suffering mind. I massaged her back up around her neck and shoulders and asked if she needed more time to get ready. She wanted me to hold her again, and I realized she was nervous. This time I simply held her firmly and solidly till I felt her droop, just a little. I asked if I might undress her and she answered, "Yes, please." very softly.
I had put soda and fairly hot water into her bag, knowing it would be a while before we actually got into it. So, I took off my shirt first. Then started with her warm sweat pants. As she stood with her upper clothes on and panties, I brought towels from the bath room and laid them double onto the bed for her. As soon as she saw her nest was made she went to it and looked into my eyes with confidant anticipation. She watched as I ceremoniously greased her nozzle. I held it high, opened the clicker and brought the nozzle down gently till it sprayed onto the floor before her eyes. "If you are ready, take off your panties and roll to your left side." I said, reaching for her hand mirror. Behind me was a large mirror and dresser. I gave her the mirror and asked her to watch. "NO, please." she replied and took the mirror and laid it on the bed. "Kiss me again, and comfort me some more." she demanded. I gave her the nozzle to hold and laid my shirt and her pants across her bare legs. I got another gob of grease on my right middle finger and began kissing her neck while lifting her shirt tail up a little. Massaging the base of her back, I began to descend to her waiting, needy, and urgent anticipation. Finding her dip and searching its circumference till i felt her keeping time with me, I let my caress dip into her behind, just so slightly. And kissing her fat cheeks I let it penetrate even more. Leaving it in her without movement, I felt her tasting my presents. As she started rocking side to side, I went in deeper and thoroughly prepared her to receive even more. As I eased my finger from her, she sucked hard as if to prevent its leaving. I retrieved the nozzle from her grip and again invited her to watch in the mirror if she wanted. But she simply lay there and lightly moaned. I asked her to pick up her right cheek, so I could see to guide her nozzle in just right. I rotated the fluted end onto her fine little pucker, just before I pressed it into her. She breathed deeply with sound and held her breath briefly and without notice I let her hear the clamp's release as it began to comfort her worries. I brought another towel, the one that lays on the side of the tub, and lay it across her sweet cheeks and cute fixture leading back to her bag full. I stopped the flow, letting her hear the clicks from the clamp. I asked if she would like me to undo her brazier, so she could rest a little better. "Yes please, how are we doing?" she inquired. While rubbing her back and undoing her clasp, I secretly let the flow begin again, without answering. She responded with audible satisfaction and I answered, "Very Well, Then!" She was expecting I would play with her sweet titties, but I reached around and massaged her filling tummy, so as to keep focus on what was really going on. SHE was getting a wonderful enema!