We'd talked about this for several weeks, but never thought it could actually happen. Due to a change in plans he had two free days in a nearby city and decided to make the three-hour drive to my home.
I paced the floor, nervous, antsy, fidgety. No matter how much a person thinks about, fantasizes and wants something, when it becomes reality it's a bit nerve-wracking.
I heard a car door slam and there he was. After the first few minutes of nervous conversation, I took his hand and we went into the bedroom. I'd tried to prepare everything to help ease both of us. I could tell he was as nervous as I was.
A low-wattage bulb glowed in the bedside lamp and several candles burned. More candles and an antique oil lamp provided the only light in the adjoining bathroom.
With gentle hands I pushed him back on the antique four-poster bed. He took my hand and pulled me down with him. Our hearts pounded, then slowed as we became more at ease. He unbuttoned the first button on my blouse, hesitated, then continued when I didn't object.
Warm hands tugged me over on my stomach. I sighed as firm strokes circled on my back. Long moments passed as I relaxed under his skillful hands. When I felt comfortable with him, I rolled over, unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off and ran my hands down his chest.
I tugged him over on his tummy, feathered light strokes across his back and shoulders. He sighed in contentment. With tentative fingers I reached underneath him and unfastened his jeans. I tugged his jeans and briefs to his knees, waited as he kicked off his shoes, then pushed them off and let them drop to the floor.
He took a deep breath. "That's not fair. You still have clothes on."
I chuckled. "Well, I guess you'll have to do something about that."
He sat up, unfastened my bra, and removed it. I lay back as he unfastened my jeans and slid them down, along with my panties. Self-consciousness bloomed and I was thankful for the dim lighting.
We held each other, both a little nervous about the next step. Then his hand hovered over my breasts, wordlessly asking if he could touch. I pressed his hand to me and told him that's something I love. His hand kneaded my breast as I ran my hand over his chest again, then a bit lower. I wondered how he felt about being touched ... until he pressed himself against my hand.
I could stay like this forever, as warm fingers made sensuous circles on my nipples. His other hand danced over my tummy with feathery touches. I squirmed as he tickled. I gasped as his fingers moved lower, then after a brief brush against me, skipped away.
He whispered against my ear. "Should we use a vibrator yet?"
"No, not yet. If I get too ... um ... excited ... I can't enjoy the next 'treat.'
He sighed, but said he understood.
I turned towards him, propped my head on my hand, then ran my fingers up and down his erect penis. His breathing quickened as I circled him with my hand. I wondered how he would feel if I would lean over and take him in my mouth.
I said, "You know, I could do this forever. Let me know when you want to try your first enema."
I felt him tense and his breath whooshed. I knew how he felt. This was so new for both of us. He'd never had one before, and although I've indulged by myself, I've never given one. We'd talked about this for weeks. But now I could tell he was very nervous and I wondered if he could go through with it.
His hand continued to made lazy circles on my breasts, but I could sense his nervousness. I wondered if he could sense mine as well. He took a deep breath, blew it out, then took another. Another whooshed out breath. "OK. I really want to try this. I guess we're both nervous as hell about it. Who's gonna go first?"
I giggled. "Well, you're the guest, so I guess it should be appropriate for you to be first, right?"
He hesitated a moment. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just that it's so new ...."
I slid off the bed and pulled a sack from under it. Paper rustled as I opened it and showed him the contents. "Here's your very own 'red bag'. I put your initial on it so you'll know it's yours if you ever get back."
He laughed at that. "You're so thoughtful."
With the bag in my hand I turned toward the bathroom. "Do you want to help me fill it?"
"No. Surprise me."