Victoria & Rodger, enemates

This story was originally posted as “Victoria and Rodger and their budding romance.” I’ve added a little to the story but I’m reposting it because I mis-tagged the story. Although there is sex and anal sex it is primarily an enema story and I omitted that tag.
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I’m depressed. Sitting here with just my kitty cat for company, I’m in a blue mood.

I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Victoria Barnett, a single 26 year old woman. I’m a junior loan officer with a local bank. I’m 5’4” tall and weigh 109 pounds and have strawberry blonde hair. My looks, I suppose, would be rated only a little above average, although I do have a trim body from jogging three miles daily.

Why am I depressed you ask. I haven’t had a date in three months. Oh, it’s not sexual frustration; I have my toys and my secret, it’s just that I’d like to get out with some male companionship.

My secret? I love enemas. To me nothing is more relaxing than a nice warm two quart enema followed by a hot bath and a glass or two of wine and since I’m stuck at home tonight, that’s what I’m going to do.

After administering my enema (I know, it’s a little like kissing your sister to have to give it to yourself, but it’s still a kiss), I’m lounging in my bath, sipping a nice crisp Chardonnay and thinking. I’m thinking I want to go out and have some fun.

One of the men I work with has asked me out several times but I have an aversion to dating co-workers. Maybe it’s time to rethink that prohibition; after all he is a handsome, single, successful gentleman, the type of man that I would be attracted to in other circumstances. Just maybe…

I dressed especially nicely for work Monday morning. A summer weight white dress with an embroidered yellow bird above my left breast hiding my lacy, sexy lingerie, hosiery and matching yellow high heels complimented by a yellow hand bag. Yes, I was fishing for compliments.

The first to notice me was the gentleman I’d mentioned earlier, Rodger Buckingham.

“Good morning Victoria, aren’t you looking lovely this morning; you’re a vision of spring.”

“Thank you for noticing Rodger, and how you are this beautiful morning,” I inquired.

“I’m fine Victoria, although I’d be even better if you’d agree to go to the theater and dinner come Friday night. Can I induce you to say yes?”

Think back my resolution against dating co-workers; I decided I’d changed my mind.

“Rodger, that would be wonderful, I accept.”

“Splendid, if you’ll give me your address, I’ll pick you up at your home at six thirty. The play starts at seven so we’ll have plenty of time. Then we can have a late dinner afterwards.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Rodger.”

“Until Friday then,” he remarked.

The week dragged on and on. I was so looking forward to Friday evening that time just couldn’t pass quickly enough. Finally, Friday’s work day was over. I rushed home to bathe and dress. I was so nervous I even gave myself a quick enema to help me relax. After feeding my kitty and promptly at six thirty there was a knock at my door.

“Hello Rodger, are we set to go?”

“Victoria, you look smashing,” as he escorted me to his automobile, opening the door for me, “such a delightful outfit you’re wearing.”

It was a pale lavender dress in a gossamer fabric complimented by a Hermes scarf. “Thank you, Rodger.”

The play was an uproariously funny comedy. I totally enjoyed myself. My stomach muscles ached from all my laughing and dinner was even more pleasant. We had a pre-dinner cocktail then lobster entrees accompanied with a brisk white wine. Rodger was a witty conversationalist and we lingered over coffee, after dinner drinks and a light dessert.

Rodger drove me home, opened my door for me and took my hand, helping me out. He walked me to the door and waited while I unlocked it. Then he asked it he could kiss me good night.

“Of course you may kiss me but would you care to come in for a night cap, too,” I answered.

“Taking me in his arms, he kissed me and said, “I’d love a night cap.”

We entered and I showed him where the liquor was stored, asking if he would make the drinks while I changed into something more comfortable. I put on a set of lounging pajamas and a dressy robe. When I entered the living room our drinks were waiting on the cocktail table. I put on some music and sat on the sofa near Rodger.

We talked, getting to know each other. Some minutes later Rodger asked to use the facilities. I directed him to the last door on the right.

After finishing and washing his hands, Rodger noticed, hanging on the back of the bathroom door, an enema bag, tubing and nozzle. Being an enema enthusiast himself, Rodger wondered if he’d met a kindred soul. He also noted that the equipment was still damp. Had she come home and had an enema before their date he wondered. How could he draw her out?

Walking back into the room Rodger seated himself next to Victoria and again engaged her in conversation. Listening to the music he had an idea. He asked her to dance. As they slowly danced, Victoria pressed her breasts against him and drew him closer. Rodger allowed his hands to creep down her back. He began stroking her bottom and was pleasantly surprised by Victoria’s reaction as she both pressed herself tighter to him and pushed her bottom back to meet his caresses. While they danced he whispered endearments in her ear, telling her how sweet she smelled, how attractive she was and how he was madly taken by her beautiful derriere.

“Rodger, you’re too kind.