Diane, a young and well-dressed Boston hairdresser returns home after a day of shopping. A sleek, very attractive woman in her mid twenties, she is dressed in tight designer jeans and a loose Italian sweater. Slowly she begins to undress, taking off her sweater and then her jeans. Beneath, she is wearing a frilly little bra and bikini panties. Then she reaches back to unsnap her bra and removes it, revealing a trim, slender body and perfect, firm breasts.
Still wearing her panties, she opens the bottom drawer of her dresser, and lifts up various items of clothing, pulling out something from beneath them. What she pulls out is big, red enema bag.
She takes the enema bag and her bag and heads for the bathroom.
She turns on the tap, adjusting the water until it's the right warm temperature. Then she fills the bag and hangs it from a hook.
She removes a parcel from her pocketbook, opens it and takes out a big black enema nozzle she has purchased at a specialty shop which sells fetish wear and sex devices. She attaches the nozzle to the enema bag's tube.
Now, she finally pulls down her panties, exposing her smooth, pretty butt.
She takes the bathmat off the rim of the tub and puts it on the floor. Then she opens the medicine cabinet and finds a jar of Vaseline, opening it. She digs a finger into the Vaseline and, getting down on knees, she reaches back and works a big dab of the lubricant into the crack of her ass.
She reaches back with her other hand to spread her cheeks, slowly lubricating her anus. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Diane, her girlfriend Shelly has just let herself into the apartment they share. Shelly looks around, expecting to see or hear Diane, but doesn’t. So she puts down her things and gets herself a cold drink from the fridge.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, completely unaware of Shelly’s entry into the apartment, Diane applies Vaseline to the nozzle. Then she gets on her knees again, holding the nozzle in her hand. She slides it into her anus and releases the clamp, sighing softly as she feels the enema begin to fill her.
That sigh, soft as it is, draws Shelly’s attention as she now heads to the bathroom. The door is open and Shelly looks in, shocked to see her lover now moaning loudly as takes her enema. Her fingers are buried in her pussy as she masturbates.
“Diane, whatever are you doing?” Shelly asks, startling Diane, who abruptly
stops fingering herself and turns to her girlfriend, her mouth agape in astonishment and humiliation at being caught in such a compromising position.
“I... I... I... was giving myself an... an enema,” she stutters..
“While playing with yourself like that?” Shelly asks with a playfully wicked smile.
Diane clamps the enema tube and pulls the nozzle out of her ass. She turns around, on her knees, and throws her hands over her face.
“Oh God, Shelly, I feel
so, so
embarrassed. I didn't think you'd be home this early.”
Shelly gets down by her lover, pulls her hands away from her face, lifts her head up and kisses her.
“It's okay, babe. If playing with yourself while giving yourself an enema is something that excites you, there's nothing wrong with it.
Diane's eyes suddenly shine, as she hears Shelly say this.
“Really? You don't think it's kinky?
“Hell, lover. It may be kinky. But kinky can be fun. Right?
Diane smiles, acknowledging the truth of what Shelly has just said and grateful.
“I'm glad you understand,” Diane says, deeply relieved, then a perky smile lights up her face, “Maybe... maybe... you'd like to help me... help me do it.
“Sure, babe, I'd be glad to help. Why don't you turn around like you were.”
Diane turns around and offers her firm, pretty ass to her lover, who caresses and kisses the smooth buttocks. She sighs with deep satisfaction as she feels her girlfriend’s hands and lips on her sensitive buttocks.
Shelly sees the Vaseline and, before sliding in the nozzle again, decides to add a little more lubricant to Diane’s anus. With an eager, probing finger she works it well inside her rectum as Diane sighs in delight. Just a little lubricant is all that is needed for the purposes of nozzle insertion, but Shelly can’t resist the opportunity for a more thorough anal and rectal exploration.
“Oh Shelly! I've always loved it when you've fingered my butt like that. I should have known that taking an enema was something I could share with you.”
“Yes, you certainly should have. You know how much I’ve always loved to play with you cute little ass, Diane.”
“I sure do! Gee, the way you like to play around in there is probably what got me started thinking about taking enemas in the first place!”
That and the erotic nineteenth century novel Diane had picked up a used bookstore. In that novel proper Victorian ladies spent much time, among other things, giving each other copious enemas. Somehow those descriptions of Victorian 'enematic' pleasures pressed some sensual, carnal button for Diane.
Now Shelly picks up the nozzle and waves it in front of Diane, a sly, wicked smile on her face.
“What would you like me to do with this now?” Shelly whispers huskily in Diane’s ear.
“Oh, Shelly. You're going to make me say it. You like to hear me talk dirty, don't you?
“What should I do with it? Tell me, Diane. Say it!”
Diane looks her lover in the eye, her inhibitions suddenly lifting.
“Well, why don't you shove it all the way up my
shithole
. Then release the clamp. And just
let it flow
!”
Shelly does just that, forcing the nozzle between Diane’s cheeks, and releasing the clamp, the two lovers staring into one another’s eyes.
“How's that feel?” Shelly asks, genuinely curious. All this is new to her.
“Great! Just give it to me!” Diane groans, pushing her bottom back against Shelly’s hand, holding the nozzle in place. Shelly moves closer, kissing Diane as she gives her the enema.
“From now on any time you want one you just tell me. You don't have to keep it a secret,” Shelly whispers, the kiss lingering as the enema keeps flowing.
“Oh, Shelly I'm so happy you feel that way and don't think I'm weird.”
“Weird? I think you look so sexy with that big, black nozzle between your shapely cheeks.”
“Mmmmmmmh! I love hearing you say that. I'm glad I turn you on,”
“I'd be even more turned on if you kept fingering yourself the way you were doing when I walked in.”
