Moose907l's blog post - Summer (and health) in Alaska

I penned this sometime back but thought maybe I’d post it as a blog.

Summertime here (in Alaska) is so busy. Going outside here while the air is warm and the days are long is such an enjoyable act all of its own. The sun stays up so long it’s not unusual to be sitting, visiting with friends and suddenly realize it’s almost 1 A.M. (after all, the sun is still up, it can’t be that late. Can it?)

Sharon is pestering me to come down for a visit so I need to be getting some dates down on paper I suppose. Sharon is my dearest and closest friend and lives in Anchorage. I think she’s a year older than me but at this age, who’s counting. We’ve been friends for a great many years and would probably live together if we could agree on “where”. I like going down to Anchorage (about 400 miles) to visit and shop and have fun (oh yes... the HAVE FUN part) but there are so many people and I really don’t like the feeling of being crowded. Consequently, I only go down 5 or 6 times a year. Sharon thinks I live in a deep freeze and generally finds reasons to not come up here to visit. That’s probably OK by me.

She has never married and I always thought that she may be “bi” but was never really sure. I know she dated while at uni but I don’t believe she’s been with a man now for 40 or 50 years (that I’m aware of anyway). On a shopping trip a couple of years ago I was staying at her place (and we were partying - think two 70+ year old ladies) with her and again it struck me that she never married and seemingly never dated. She’s bi although leaning more towards woman. So many of our evenings consisted of eating out, rich food and having fun and it all resulted in a mild case of constipation for me the night before I was supposed to leave to come home. We were watching some program on TV and I was squirming around on the couch trying to get comfortable. She asked me a couple of times “What’s wrong” and I wouldn’t admit to anything but eventually she nailed it and asked me “When was the last time you had a good bowel movement?” It had been a couple of days and it was her diagnosis that I needed a nice warm enema. Go get your jammies on and come to the bathroom. “No! That’s OK, I’ll take care of it when I get home tomorrow.”

Well, she’d have non of that. “We’ve been friends for too many years. Go, and meet me in the bathroom and you can get a good nights sleep before for you have to leave in the morning.” Alright, I knew she was right and really I was in no condition to spend a day getting home feeling like that. I put on my jammies and went up the hall to the bathroom and there she was, red bag on the towel rack, a fluffy towel on the floor and a big smile. “This will make you feel so much better.”

I got down on the floor with my butt up in the air and she opened my cheeks with one hand as she applied coconut oil to my opening with the other. She was so very gentle inserting a finger and then the nozzle. When she started the flow it was so slow I could hardly feel it. The warm water flowed so slowly and all the time she had one hand rubbing my back and her other hand underneath massaging my poor hanging tummy. It felt so good to be ministered to. There were a few times her hand got really low and it felt as if she were massaging my lips. I didn’t object and the water continued to trickle in. At one point she was cupping one of my sagging titties and I thought I could have an orgasm if this continues.

Soon enough the bag was empty and she removed the nozzle but continued to rub my tummy from underneath. Eventually she asked if I was ready to get up on the “throne” and let it all out. There wasn’t all that much water in the bag to begin with and having done it’s work, it “all” came out and that’s all you need to know about that part.

When I was through, she returned with a cup of hot tea and helped me to my bedroom. She was the real “mother hen” fluffing my pillow and seeing to me being all tucked in but had me finish the tea before she turned out my light.

In the “way back times” a mother's answer to any kind of a digestive tract distress was an enema. Given for “medical” purposes it’s not meant to be sensual but Sharon only used half the normal amount of water and took 10 or 15 minutes to administer. Don’t mean to gross you out but if you’ve never had an administration like that, it feels absolutely wonderful. So slow, so warm and especially with the touching!

In the morning as I was headed down the hall to the loo I passed her open bedroom door and she asked me to come back when I was done. Walking back into her bedroom she flipped back the covers and said “Crawl in here for a few minutes.” As I did I caught a look at her exposed breast through an open jammie top. She’s pretty much like me, near 80 year old titties that don’t have much to them anymore except feeling! We talked for a minute and she said she hoped some of her touches last night had not been “inappropriate” but that she had noticed that my mound was smooth. Yes it is! Some more questions and then could she touch me again to feel the smoothness. “Oh Yes!” Her hand snaked its way under my waistband and further down to glide across the smoothness to my lips. “Oh my!” was her observation. “How long have you been smooth like that?” “Several years! It makes me feel not quite so old.” Within 10 minutes we were like old lovers touching and holding and “probing”. Now when I go down to visit, we just stay in the “guest room” since it has all manner of things and toys since we have discovered each other. So, that’s my Lady Lover! It’s too bad we only see each other a few weeks a year but maybe it’s better this way. The excitement really builds.

When I’m at home alone, I can be naked if I want to and lay on the couch in front of the big front window and play (be naughty). I have a small rechargeable vibrator that looks like a small stage performers microphone. One leg up on the back of the couch and the other foot on the floor. Blue sky out the window with a thousand green trees and a howling orgasm inside.

And that’s the way it is (sometimes) on the Frozen Frontier.