Author: Nick
The occasion was a house tour for alumnae of a prominent women’s college. The house, very modern and full of art, belonged to a successful businesswoman and art patron. I was to meet my date, a producer, there, but she called after I arrived to say she was going to be tied up at a meeting. “Go ahead and enjoy yourself; lots of interesting people and a great house. Call me.
And so I wandered through the house and flourishing garden, drank wine and chatted with several nice, well-heeled matrons. I was one of only three men.
As I started to leave after an hour or so I spotted a young girl standing alone leaning over a balcony, gazing at the sculpture display below. She was of average height, had long brunette hair, and was wearing a tweed skirt and blouse. Her skirt clung to her shapely rear. As I walked by she turned and said “bored already? I am too.” Something in her smile signaled attraction and interest, so I asked her about herself.
“I graduated a year ago and moved out from the east. I’m a photographer and trying to build a business. My name is Laurie. What do you do?”
“My name is Don and I’m an internist practicing at the university hospital and I teach at the medical school.
You know, photography is my hobby, has been since I was a kid. I was on my college newspaper. In fact I’m about to start setting up a darkroom in my new apartment. I’ve collected all sorts of equipment over the years and now want to get serious.”
“Oh! I’d be happy to help you set it up.” I frisson of sexual excitement came over me. This was an unexpected offer from a naturally attractive young girl. No lipstick, fancy clothes or jewelry. I liked that about her. And her posture leaning over the balcony was provocative.
We talked about the photo gear I had and my interest in landscape and the details of trees and plants.
“What do you photograph? Do you do your own darkroom work?” I asked Laurie.
“My business is architectural photography mostly and I have my processing done by a professional lab that a lot of pros here use. But my own work is more ‘artsy’, like moody scenes along the beach and in the hills, all black and white. So for these I do my own developing and printing in a dinky darkroom I set up in the bathroom of my apartment. There’s not a lot of room in there but it works. Would you like to see it?”
Would I!! My excitement was mounting rapidly. What did this attractive young girl have in mind? Was it the same thing I had in mind? Not just her darkroom, I hoped.
She handed me her card. “I live a few miles from here at this address. Give me a half- hour and come by.”
I wandered around for 30 minutes, on instinct bought a bottle of wine, and took off for Laurie’s apartment building. It was an elegant high-rise in the high-rent district.
Laurie let me in. she’d changed her clothes. She was now wearing a pleated plaid skirt which ended well above her knees and a sweater with no bra. Her small breasts and nipples showed through.
She’d put out a plate of cheese and crackers and we opened the wine. I sat on a chair and she sat on the couch opposite me. We spoke about our backgrounds and interests and found we had a lot in common. As we talked Laurie would change her position. She brought her feet up onto the couch, giving me a glimpse of her white panties as she lay on her side. Clearly she knew my gaze was not lost on this display but was completely un-self-conscious. Soon she brought her knees up to her chest and placed her feet apart, opening her panty-covered cunt to my delighted view. I couldn’t take my eyes off this lovely sight. Her brown pubic hair peeked out from the sides of her underwear and her labial cleft was visible. She had to know what effect she was having on me. My erection was apparent.
“Now let me show you my little darkroom.” We entered the small bathroom. She had placed a sheet of heavy plywood over the bathtub to support her enlarger and developing trays. The arrangement had taken some ingenuity and I expressed my admiration.
Then I saw next to the sink an open flat box containing a combination hot-water bottle and fountain syringe, obviously new and unused.
Not knowing what else to say I asked “are you going to use this to wash prints?”
“No. when you told me you were a doctor I thought that maybe I could ask you for a really big favor. I get terribly constipated and I’m sick of taking laxatives.
They upset me and sometimes don’t work or start to work when I’m out and then I need to find a bathroom, quickly. Not a pleasant thing.
Some of my girlfriends tell me they take enemas for constipation, but I’ve never had an enema and I’m a bit afraid I’d do something wrong, so I thought that maybe, if you didn’t mind…”
“Of course I’d be glad to give you an enema, Laurie. It’s simple and safe when you know what you’re doing .there are many variations, in position, for instance, and in what you put in the enema”.
“Oh, thank you! I’ll be so grateful to have you teach me!”
So I assembled the tubing and fittings, screwing on the larger douche tip in place of the smaller enema tip. Then together we filled the bag with warm water and put in a small bar of ivory soap, shaking the bag to make copious suds. I screwed the tube onto the bag, closed the clamp and hung the bag on a coat hook behind the door.
“Now Laurie, I want you to get down on your hands and knees. I’m going to lift up your skirt and take down your panties. There’s no need to be embarrassed or apprehensive. I won’t hurt you. In fact I’ll make your getting an enema as pleasant as it can be. If done properly it should give you pleasure. So try to enjoy it.”
“Ok, I will if you say so. Just do whatever you want to.”
With that she got down on her hands and knees and I lifted her skirt, admiring her lovely ass. After a few moments I reached for the hem of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her ankles and off to the floor.
I took a large gob of Vaseline on my finger and circled her anus, spreading the lubricant, and then slipped my finger into her anus and deep into her rectum.
“How does this feel?” “it feels better than I thought it would. I see what you mean. Actually it’s quite stimulating. I like the sensation. Would you take your finger and move it in and out of me?”
I did so, and Laurie started to breathe heavily. Her labia started to glisten with vaginal secretions.
I withdrew my finger and slipped the douche nozzle in as far as it would go.
“That feels different. Are you going to start the enema now?”
“Yes. I’m opening the clamp. Tell me what you feel”.
“I feel the warmth. It feels good and soothing. Now I feel the pressure of the water beginning to fill me. Will you stop it for a while? I’m starting to cramp.”
I closed the clamp and began to massage her abdomen, moving my hand down to her pubic hair and my finger into her labial cleft, firmly touching her and moving.
“Thanks. The cramping has stopped you can continue with the enema. What you were doing felt very soothing.”
I restarted the flow slowly. Laurie was beginning to move back and forth and moan slightly. With my other hand I started to caress her very wet labia and inserted two fingers deep into her vagina. Then I took her hand and had her hold the douche tip in her, and with my now freed hand began to masturbate her clitoris.
“Oh that feels wonderful! I never imagined an enema would be like this. You’re making me come!”
And Laurie had a long shaking orgasm.
I withdrew the douche nozzle and she sat on the toilet as I left the room.
About ten minutes later Laurie emerged from the bathroom looking much relieved and somewhat embarrassed.
“ We need to give you a couple of plain tap water enemas with a little salt to wash out the soap and prevent electrolyte imbalance. Any time you’re ready.”
“Ok. Let’s do one now.”
Again Laurie got down on her knees and I gave her a salt water enema, again inserting my fingers into her vagina and stimulating her clitoris. As the bag emptied she had another orgasm. She made no attempt to conceal her enjoyment of my giving her an enema and masturbating her. My erection was becoming painful and needed relief.
After she expelled the enema we went to her bedroom and took off our clothes. We embraced, kissed each other and fondled each other. “Make love to me.” She said.
I kissed her small firm lovely breasts, put her on her knees, and slipped my penis into her vagina. Slowly we moved back and forth, thrusting my penis deep into her. Soon we both came explosively. Then we lay in each other’s arms, blissfully enjoying each other.
“We mustn’t forget to get rid of any remaining soap. We don’t want to risk ant later cramping.
Again we went into the bathroom and prepared another salt water enema. But this time I put Laurie across my knees. She was not tall, and I had the impulse to treat her as if she were a little girl getting an enema. I inserted the douche tip, opened the clamp, and fondled her cunt. This time Laurie wanted to hold the enema as long as she could while I fingered her vagina. She came again, with much unconcealed pleasure.
After she expelled her third enema we went back to her bed. After a half-hour’s rest and caressing I got Laurie up on her knees and got behind her.
“are you going to make love to me in my rectum ? I’d love to see what it feels like. I enjoyed the feeling of your finger and the enema tube in my rectum.”
I entered her vagina from behind to collect some vaginal secretions, withdrew, and slowly slipped my penis deep into her rectum.
“Oh! That feels marvelous! Stay in me like that and move in and out.”
I did until I couldn’t hold back any longer and ejaculated into her rectum. We stayed like that until I fell out.
We rolled over and I pressed my mouth to her cunt, inserting my tongue into her vagina and licking her clitoris. Laurie came again, and we both fell exhausted and slept.
The next morning we had breakfast. Laurie said,” I think I’m falling in love with you. The enemas and your gentleness did it for me. But we never did get to talk about either darkroom and we should. I owe it to you after what you’ve done for me. I’ve never had such orgasms or so many. I’ve got to see you again and do all of this more and often. Can we make another date, this time at your place?”
“How about tonight after work? I feel the same way. And there’s more that we can try.”
