A simple fantasy

As an old man, I gave up a long time ago of having my wife join me in my love of enemas. I tried early to talk to her about it but it was to no avail. Now I have posted to some of the messages asking "what celebrity would you choose to give you an enema" but of course that is only a word game with no chance of happening. My fantasy is a simple one that is possible though not probable for me. I would like to meet a lady, preferably an older lady that is a true lover of enemas, in a public place but with enough privacy to talk without anyone else hearing the conversation. I have met a few ladies that i have thought might be klismos because of some remarks they made. Enticing but not near enough to open up with them. I live in a small town with a great fear of being outed. I have exchanged messages with one on here that lives a long way off, nice, but nothing like having a personal conversation with a lady you know likes to get water up her ass. Do any more of you have the same fantasy or is it just the thought of a shy old fart?

I have a similar fantasy on occasion. In mine, the setting is usually a biker event. In a group conversation, someone jokingly mentions enemas, hoping to embarrass more timid members and get a laugh. I off handedly make the remark "Shit, sign me up for that" and we all have a good laugh.

Later on, away from the group one of the ladies who is somewhat soft spoken, starts up a friendly conversation with me. Though she hasn't mentioned it, I can sense that it was the enema comment from earlier that has sparked her interest. We engage in friendly chit chat, circling the conversation and waiting for the proper innuendo that will lead us to the real topic of interest.

Then, without warning, her eyes lock on mine and she asks, "So, you want signed up for a good enema, huh?" I gauge the look on her face and see that she is a little nervous, hoping that her direct approach does not backfire on her. I calmly and sincerely answer - "Oh, without a doubt".

From there the fantasy streams off into arousing conversation about erotic likes and dislikes - will you let me give you - will you give me, etc.. As the day draws to a close we retreat to a hotel room and… you can fill in the blanks however you see fit.

The thing that makes this fantasy different than others I've had, is that the bulk of it ends up playing out as to what the conversation would be like, and excitement of talking low low enough to keep it private amongst a crowd of people who all seem compelled to come up and say hey and give you a bro, hug