Carla Colon

By Zod

The sun shone through the curtained windows of my bedroom. I lay naked on my bed. It was eight o'clock in the morning on Saturday.

I got up.

It was already hot. I walked naked into the bathroom and filled my bag with cool water. I ran my bath. I then lay in the bathtub and slipped the dripping nozzle up my but. A flick of my finger on the clamp let the water in.

It felt good.

I felt light headed and dreamy, and my but tingled. Thoughts of what I had to do today invaded. I banished them. This was my time. The water filled my intestine and stretched me inside. I felt relaxed. I ran my fingers over my belly and stroked where I had gotten my tattoo, a wreath of bay leaves about my navel.

My bottom was full.

I released the water and later took a shower. I soaped up my tanned lithe body, rinsed and toweled off. I put on some short shorts and a crop top. I liked wearing shorts in the summer. The shorter they were, the better. I had a whole collection of cute shorts cut high on the sides to show off my long legs. The shorts I had on now were made of stretch fabric. I didn't wear any panties on under them so my bottom would fill them out without any bothersome panty lines.

Their color matched the green crop top I wore.

Men tended to stare at me when I wore short shorts. It was kind of fun as I liked being appreciated for my body. Sometimes women stared too. That was just fine with me. I like having sex with women. In fact, one woman who I was attracted to had asked me to come over and visit today. Sandra had wavy blonde hair and a knockout body. We had met at the health club where I worked out. Sandra and I had taken an aerobics class together and discovered that we liked chatting naked in the sauna after our workout. Sandra was a lawyer. She wore classy mini-skirted power suits and panty hose and cultivated that icy professional look.

I guess she was attracted to the fact that I looked a lot different than her. I have long dark hair and go for the sporty look, with clothes made with all sorts of modern sports fabrics like lycra. I also like to show off my tight belly with crop tops.

Honestly, I think it was the tattoo around my navel that really caught Sandra's attention. She noticed it one day while we were in the sauna together and told me she loved it. Afterwards, when we went to have coffee after our workout I noticed her stealing looks at it. I was wearing low-cut jeans with a skimpy crop top that left most of my belly including my navel and tattoo exposed. Sandra had invited me over that weekend for tea. I accepted.

Sandra lived in a big beautiful house up in the hills of Marin County. I drove up in my car wearing my shorts and crop top. I had put on sandals and wore dark glasses. Other than that, I didn't feel like putting anything else on. The day was hot. Besides, Sandra should have the opportunity to enjoy looking at me.

Sandra's condo was on a hill side surrounded by trees. I found a spot to park and walked to the building with her number. The door was tucked away so I didn't find it immediately, but I kept looking and eventually found it hidden back along a stone path.

I rang the bell and waited.

Sandra opened and greeted me. She wore this cute magenta bikini and had a drink in her hand. She said hello, and we embraced. She was wearing perfume.

Her condo had a large living room with a spiral staircase leading up to her bedroom. Her bedroom was huge and had its own fireplace. Off the bedroom was a big bathroom with the toilet in a separate room to the side a round bath tub.

I eventually got to see the kitchen, breakfast room and dining room. All were beautifully furnished. Sandra must be pulling down a lot of money. We eventually sat on her back porch sipping cocktails. Sandra had poured me a martini. As we chatted, Sandra whispered that she would prefer to tan where she didn't have to get tan lines. I giggled.

"You should come over to my place. I have this beautiful garden where we can tan totally naked." I told her.

"Really!" Sandra grinned at me. "That would be fun."

Sandra was divorced. She told me a bit about her husband who was also a lawyer. They had eventually split up when Sandra had had an affair with another woman. Sandra said in the long run she was glad they had split up.

"I'm bisexual." I told Sandra.

"I thought so." she replied. Then you won't take offense if I tell you I find you attractive."

"Not at all." I said. "I find you very attractive."

I came over to Sandra's chair and kissed her softly on the lips. She responded and stroked my hips. I sat back down.

"So. Like, how uptight are people around here?" I asked.

"Very uptight," she replied. "If we're going to neck we should go inside."

We took our drinks into the living room and began to kiss and fondle each other on the couch. I stroked her lucious tight body, her round breasts. The skin around the hem of her bikini bottom. Sandra took off her bra while looking at me and began to stroke her own breasts. My fingers slipped down the front of her bikini bottoms and rubbed her labia.

Then I put my fingers under the straps of her bikini bottom and pulled them down her hips. Her neatly trimmed blonde pussy was hot and wet. Sandra lay down and put her feet in the air. I pulled her bikini bottom off entirely and began to lick her clitoris. She bucked and sighed as I got her all hot and wet with my tongue. I came up only once to take a sip of my martini, and then went back to licking her beautiful clit. Sandra got all hot and giggly after a while, and I stuck my finger into her vagina while she came in a bucking orgasm.

Then we had lunch.

Sandra, ever the polite hostess, served me a chicken salad while totally naked. I was naked too. I had pulled off my shorts and top. We giggled and stroked each other a lot during lunch, and afterward, Sandra licked my clit in a very satisfactory manner. By the time we were done, afternoon was well underway. We lay in each other's hands and watched the sun set lower.

I invited Sandra to come over to my place where we could tan naked.

She loved the idea. We drove over together in my car.

"By the way," asked Sandra as we arrived at my place. "I never asked you what you did for a living."

Sandra was wearing a yellow sundress, and we stood on the street. I pointed to the sign I had put over the side door which led to my studio.

"Flushes." was written in cursive letters on the sign.

"What does 'Flushes' mean?" asked Sandra, looking at it.

"I'm a colon hygienist." I said, "I give colonics."

Sandra's eyes popped open.

"Colonics!"

"Yes."

She looked at me, and I could see the realization of what I had said come into her eyes.

"I see!" said Sandra. "You mean you give enemas."

"Yes I do." I replied, "I also give colonics, which are like enemas, only with a lot of extra tubes and equipment."

"Tubes and equipment." said Sandra. "Let me guess. Are you...anally erotic?"

"Yes I am." I answered in a cute girlish sort of voice.

She laughed.

"Well, why don't you show me all these tubes and equipment?" she finally asked.

I said sure and led her in through the door to the studio. At the end of a sloping path, the path led to a door. I opened it. Inside was my waiting room, with hanging plants, couches and a desk to one side. I opened a second door into the massage room. There were carpets on the floor and two massage tables set up. There was a counter along one side of the room with a stove and sink behind it. I had jars of herbs set up along the counter and in shelves. I took her into the back room where I gave the colonics themselves. It had an examination table with stirrups, the colonics equipment itself with tubes and equipment, and a door leading off to the bathroom.

A stairway behind the counter in the massage room led upstairs to my house. I showed her my living room and kitchen with deck. She also could see my back yard, which was as I had promised set up so we could tan naked.

I made tea.

Sandra asked about what happened when you gave a colonic. I told her all about how they worked and showed her the equipment in my colonics room.

I showed her how the probe pumps up into place and water is injected up the rectum. When the person getting the colonic feels the need to evacuate she tells the colon hygienist, who opens the release valve. The person releases down a tube.

The process is repeated several times.

Sandra asked me to give her a colonic. I asked her if she had ever had one before. She said no, but she had given herself enemas and had been given enemas by lovers.

I had her strip and lie on the exam table. I put her feet in the stirrups and turned on a couple of heat lamps.

Sandra took the probe easily. I couldn't help thinking that her bottom had been stretched recently.

Her large intestine was tight however. It took several flushes before she could take a full load of water. Her clitoris was visible to me. It was all swollen and red.

Sandra evacuated again down the tube while I massaged her abdomen and buttocks. She was flushed clean. She told me she loved it.

She told me she liked to be anally stretched. I asked her what that meant. and she said she liked to have dominant women slip dildoes up her bottom.

I took her to the massage room and, opening a cupboard, took out a large black anal vibrator. Sandra lay down on a large bean bag chair with her bottom in the air and I slowly worked the black vibrator up her but.

I turned it on.

Sandra sighed. I slipped it in deeper, deeper.

She played with her clit and tits while I began to pump it slowly in and out.

"I want something bigger..." she said.

I got my but bomb. A huge probe with a conical tip and rim two inches wide. I used plenty of lubricant and took my time. Sandra slowly stretched to take the but bomb. I played with her tits and slipped it in deeper.

Her anal ring finally took the but bomb's mighty rim.

Sandra played with herself and came. She came again and again. The but bomb was all the way in.

I massaged Sandra's exotic body as she luxuriated with this mighty probe up her ass. I licked her clit and slipped a finger up her vagina. She came again.

I slipped the probe out of Sandra's bottom, and we fell asleep together in my bed. Later on we got up and had a wonderful dinner together.

Sandra was fun!

She began

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