About a month ago, I found a fairly young nurse (early 30s) who was into enemas. Found out purely by accident at a local bar when some of us were discussing childhood diseases and one person mentioned getting enemas for virtually every illness. I agreed and said that happened in my house as well.
Later in the evening, the rest had left, and the young lady come over to where I was still sitting at the end of the bar and we began to talk about baseball. She mentioned that she had heard the conversation and wondered if enemas were still used. We talked a lot and eventually made a date for the following evening. We were originally going out, and i was to pick her up at her apartment. I knocked, and she let me in. She wasn't quite ready and asked if i wanted something to drink. She brought a glass of white wine while I waited.
After a few minutes, she came out, and I asked where her bathroom was because I needed to go before we left. She had only one, off her bedroom and pointed me toward it. i went in and used the toilet, turned, and started leave when i saw the red bag on her shower rack behind the nearly clear shower curtain. I looked in and saw that it was wet--it had just been used.
Coming back out, she came over and gave me a kiss, and asked if she could make something to eat, since she wasn't really feeling well enough to go out. I said sure, and went back to sit down. She came over and sat next to me closely as we started to watch TV. In a few seconds she put her head on my shoulder and began to snuggle.
I asked her how badly she felt,, and that perhaps I could come over another time if she was really feeling badly. She said no and looked into my eyes and said that her problem was in her stomach--she was constipated-- and had been feeling bad for a couple of days. When she heard my gang speaking at the bar, she went home and took an enema. She explained that, as a nurse, she really believed in them for herself and her patients. She had taken another just before I came over hoping that she would feel better, but doing them herself just did not work.
I told her that I had seen the bag in the bathroom, and, if she needed another one, i would be happy to oblige. Her voice deepened as she said I could do it, but only if she got to return the favor. She stood up and took my hand, leading me into her bedroom. I sat on the bed and asked how she preferred to get her enema.
Her answer was to tell me to get undressed, and she would show me. I do in a flash, and just barely beat her to being naked. She had a fantastic body, which i could seen clearly as she turned and went into the bathroom. Then I heard water running, and the smell of soap coming out from the other room. In what seemed like seconds she was back, enema bag in hand, with the hose over arm. Get down on your back on the bed she ordered as she put the bag and hose at the end of the bed. I lay down with flag now flying.
She took the bag, and hung it from a small hook on her poster bed and let the hose hang to the mattress. She then told me to bend my legs at the knees toward my head so she could get to my ass. From a small bedside table she took two latex gloves and some lubricant, which she smeared all over and into my hole. Then came the tube. She was using a runner tube about 18 inches long and fairly think--said it was better than the hard pipes. As soon as the water flow started, she started pushing the tube in further and further until it was in to the connection with the hose. I felt the hot water and soap moving quickly up into my bowels. In a minute or so, the gurgling sound that said the bag was empty made its loud sound.
By now, I really felt bloated and needed to go badly. She took out the hose and inserted her finger to keep the water from coming out and told me I had to hold it, or she would have to do it all over again. My dick was raging hard by this time, and she slowly started to rub her gloved hand up and down on the shaft. With her finger in my ass, and her other gloved hand on my dick, I quickly came in one of the greatest climax's I have ever had. This girl really knew how to give an enema.
Finally, she let me up to go to the toilet. I went in and sat down just as my ass exploded. On the counter at the sink across from the toilet I could see a strapon and its harness in the sink. I finished getting rid of the water, and flushed the toilet. As she heard that, she told me to bring the strapon with me so she could finish my treatment. I was in love with this determined and gorgeous woman.
The rest of the story later.