I was 24, out of college and working in my first job, which required me to travel now and then. I was also single, living alone, and over the past several months my interest in enemas dating back to childhood was revived by Penthouse Forum letters, like so many others here. One afternoon I was in a town about an hour away from my apartment, and I had been thinking about enemas much of the day while driving. I noticed a Walgreens ahead of me and I pulled onto the parking lot.
At this point I was starting to get a little nervous, but it was nothing compared to what was to come. I went into the store and starting looking for nonchalantly for my secretive quest, hoping that I would find what I was looking for without having to ask someone for help. Looking back, I don't think I would have had the nerve to do that! I found the aisle with laxatives, fleets, etc., along with a combo douche and enema kit. Certainly not at all like the 2-quart rubber one that my mom had when I was growing up, but nevertheless, I knew it would surely serve my immediate needs.
I picked up the box, scanning th4e store to see if anyone was watching, and proceeded to checkout. A middle aged lady was at the counter, and I gingerly placed the enema kit on the counter for her to ring up. I was honestly shaking by this time, and I remember she looked up at me and gave me the most knowing smile I had ever seen, and asked if there was anything else I needed. I stuttered no, and quickly paid fro my new treasure.
Once in my car, I settled down a bit. I still had an hour drive ahead of me before I could put my new equipment to use. On the way home, driving one-handed, I opened the box with my free hand and pulled the bag, hose and nozzles out of the box and fondled them, smelling them, and even placing the nozzles in my mouth to briefly suck on. Once inside, my adventure began.