This story contains graphic descriptions of toilet activity and sexual encounters with a woman's sanitary pad. If this offends or disgusts, please do not read!
*****
Many weeks went past after my amazing sexual encounter with 48-year-old Kerry.
Given the illicit nature of our liaison, I had not expected it to continue any further as her partner had only been away for a few days and had subsequently returned.
The utter sensuality of our dirty sex session had stayed with me, as I hoped it would her.
Kerry had certainly indicated to me after the event that she had never done anything even half as daring and dirty with her partner Eddie as she had done with me and that she would love to do it again sometime.
As tempting as it was to pursue Kerry and her sex in the days and weeks following, I let it be - as it would have been both wrong and extremely risky to push it any further in the circumstances.
Fortunately for me, I kept vivid memories of the experience with me - the intimate and dirty activity that we had engaged that evening providing the main source of masturbation fodder for the time ahead.
For a start, our analingus session had left such a bitter taste in my mouth - literally.
I thought back to that evening regularly and calculated that I must have spent close to 20 minutes licking her anus and bottom crack - so thoroughly and sensually that I distinctly recalled the incredible sensation as I spread her wide and mature buttocks apart, pushing my tongue as far up inside her back passage as it would go, clearly tasting the faecal residue from the interior of her pink rectum.
Kerry had admitted to me during our session that she had defecated at work only a few hours before and as impressive as it was to actually see how well she had wiped her anus clean, there was undoubtedly a sharp rich odour emanating from the area as she squatted her brown and hairy rear opening over my nose and mouth.
Being able to smell a woman's poo during sex could easily be off-putting but not so with Kerry.
It had reached the point whilst masturbating that all I could think about was Kerry sitting on the toilet pooing. Now that I had actually seen her anus and vagina in the flesh, I constantly imagined them spread wide open over the toilet bowl, excreting Kerry's bodily wastes each and every day.
I imagined the different types of poo that Kerry might be doing during her private toilet moments with her tender but large white cotton knickers pulled down around her knees and urine hissing out intermittently from in amongst her brown curly pubic hair as she grunted and strained in such a feminine way to remove the smelly faeces from her body.
Were they long, firm and glistening poo stools, crackling gently as they passed from her distended pink anus and slapped into the water below, only requiring a few gentle wipes to clean?
Or perhaps they were soft and squishy, leaving messy smears of brown matter around her anus and the deepest recesses of her hairy bottom crack, needing multiple wipes and maybe even some soft wipes to clean the area thoroughly?
This was the stuff of my imaginings about Kerry which would also include scenarios of her changing tampons whilst she sat either weeing or pooing on the toilet or both.
So it came as quite an ecstatic surprise when I received a discreet email from Kerry on a rainy Wednesday morning, the gist of which was that her partner Eddie was due to be away for the duration of the upcoming weekend and would I be interested in meeting up again?
I was beside myself with excitement to say the least, but chose not to reply immediately as I considered the reality of what might be about to happen again.
Dirty thoughts consumed me for the next few hours as the buzz of Kerry's email took effect.
This was the ultimate reassurance that she really had enjoyed our last encounter and the genuinely dirty nature of it.
I felt flattered that she must have wanted to risk meeting up for more and certainly hoped that she was looking forward to having her womanly interiors examined and explored both front and back.
Short of responding inappropriately, I decided to wait and give her a more considered response which I hoped would help set the scene of what may be about to happen.
"Hi Kerry. Great to hear from you!! I was really happy to receive your invitation via email and would love to meet with you again this weekend...hopefully!! James xxoo"
Deciding to keep my response simple and to the point was settling, considering all of the extremely lewd thoughts that were attempting to hijack my equilibrium in the days since receiving Kerry's invitation.
As the weekend drew nearer, I was masturbating at every perceivable opportunity with all things to do with Kerry at the forefront of my fantasies.
By Friday morning, Kerry had sent a final response and the net result was that we were set to meet that evening, as soon as she had finished work.
I couldn't have been happier.
Arriving at Kerry's place at the agreed time with a nice bottle of champagne under my arm seemed the least I could have done.
Kerry was still wearing her pants suit and a white blouse from work when she answered the door and I was immediately aroused.
The vivid thoughts of what she was wearing underneath and the condition they were in, suddenly took front and centre and desperately trying to maintain my cool at the same time was no easy task.
To Kerry's credit, she had probably anticipated the dynamic of the situation prior to my arrival and did everything possible to relax the energy between us.
She planted a kiss on my cheek and welcomed me inside, accepting the champagne with a lovely warm smile in an obvious show of appreciation.
Placing the champagne straight into the fridge, she offered me a seat and a cold beer.
I gladly accepted as she also helped herself to one and the conversation between us slowly clicked into gear.
It was what could be described as general catch-up as several weeks had indeed passed since we last spoke.
Considering the raw intimacy of our previous encounter, we did well to keep the chit-chat above board for the best part of 15 minutes.
By this time, Kerry had emptied her beer and spontaneously declared her need to visit the bathroom, at which my heart skipped a beat or two.
There was certainly a knowing look in her eye as she said it and I was more than ready to take my cue at only the merest hint.
"I was wondering if you might like to join me?" Kerry offered.