It was early August morning. I was in a hurry to work as usual. For the past week I have been practicing at the Regional Clinic. Today I had to replace the sick nurse - I had to work in the enema room. Enema in our clinic is located separately from other rooms in the - basement. I took the keys on the watch, put on a bathrobe and went down to the indicated room. Going into it, I got into a small vestibule, where soft chairs and a coffee table stood, and at the end of the corridor there were men's and women's toilets. There was also an entrance to the room for procedures. I went there. The first thing that struck me was the iron coat rack, which was used as a tripod for enemas. On it hung a blue "Mug - Esmarkh" with a hose thrown on top. I took the "mug", poured water into it and added a little soap solution. At this time there was a knock at the door.
“Yes, yes, come in!” I answered loudly.
The door opened, and a girl of nineteen or twenty entered the office. Seeing a young man in front of her, she was a little embarrassed. I asked:
- What did you want?
The girl handed me the direction in which she had been assigned roentgenoscopy of the intestine, and as a preparation, three enemas of 1, 5 liters — today, and three — last night. I asked if she had the procedures assigned to her yesterday. The girl affirmatively nodded her head. I wrote down her data in the journal: Inessa Ushakova, born in 1980, and asked me to take off all my clothes below the belt and lie on my left side. Inessa took a white sheet from her purse and spread it on a couch. Then she rather timidly pulled off her bright crimson shorts and white silk panties, threw them on a chair, and lay down as I asked.
- Squeeze your legs in the knees and hold down to the stomach! - I said.
Inessa obeyed. I took a vaseline jar and smeared the enema tip with it. Inessa lay motionless, and slightly trembled.
- Do not be afraid. From the enema no one has died yet! - I said, and smeared petroleum jelly around her anus. Inessa slightly shifted her right leg forward and a long plastic tip quickly slid into her ass.
“Aw, cold!” She cried.
She really was cold, because the solution with tips was stored in the refrigerator.
- Be patient! - pitying her, I said, and opened the faucet.
The water flowed inside the girl, and I heard her convulsive breathing. Leaving Inessa to lie with the enema, I went to the vestibule to see if anyone else had come. There were no more patients, and I returned to the enema. The water went to Inisemedo.
“Inessa, breathe in the stomach!” I recommended, and introduced the tip even more. Inessa began to breathe deeply. Her T-shirt pulled up a bit, and I was able to see a small round tummy that was getting rounder from the incoming water.
- Enough! I can not do it anymore! - suddenly my patient moaned.
The water in the “circle” was already running out, and I squeezed the buttocks of the inessins tightly and removed the tip. Then, taking a special cloth swab from the table, I put it on Inessa in the crotch.
“Lie down for another ten minutes!” I asked, and looked out into the vestibule.
On enemas so no one was not. Seeing this, I slowly removed the "mug" from the tripod, poured the remaining water in it and poured a new one. At this time, Inessa, turning over on her stomach, was lying on the couch, and holding a tampon sticking out of her buttocks with her hand. I went over and asked if everything was alright with her. Inessa replied that everything is fine, but I really want to go to the toilet. I smiled and asked her to suffer a little more. Then Inessa asked, do I really work here?
“Yes, no,” I replied, “here I am replacing one nurse, and then only one day.”
Ten minutes have expired, and I allowed Inessa to go to the lavatory. Inessa got up from the couch, quickly put on her shorts, and small panties carelessly folded and put in her purse. I showed her where to go, and he went out to smoke.
I lit a cigarette and noticed how my hands were shaking.I never would have thought that this procedure could be so erotic. Inessa was damn good-looking, and her elastic tanned ass was so delicious. I suddenly felt my heart tremble. Dokuriv, I returned to the enema. Inessa was already lying on the couch without shorts. And I began to make her more enemas. No one interfered with us and we eagerly started talking. As it turned out, Inessa studies at the University in the third year, and in her free time she earns money at a nightclub.
Having put three enemas, we said goodbye. Inessa did not have a phone, since she lived in a dormitory, and I left her my number. She asked me for a cigarette, and promising that she would definitely call, she left to do an x-ray. I, having cleaned everything in my office, went home.
Two days later the phone rang ...
(to be continued...)