I walked into the living room and there was Allison. She was sitting on one end of the couch reading a magazine. As I came closer, she looked up at me, put aside her magazine and smiled. I returned the friendly greeting. She was so pretty, wearing a short sleeved light blue sweater, and jeans. I sat down beside her and said, "Wow, you look terrific!" "Thanks!" she said sweetly. I moved my gaze down from her face down to her middle. Although I was nervous, I asked her, "Allison, I know this is a strange request but, can I see your bellybutton?" She thought about it for a second and then said, "I guess so." With that, she moved her right hand down and lifted up her sweater to reveal her silky smooth tummy with her adorable innie navel in the middle. She looked at her bellybutton for a few seconds, then looked back at me and smiled at me. That gave me the
courage to say the next part. "Allison, I've read that with some people, you can find out some of their thoughts and feelings by poking in their bellybuttons. Can I try that with you?" She giggled some, and again paused for a second to think about it. "Well," she started, "the bellybutton is considered to be a portal to the soul, so...sure!Try me!" she exclaimed happily. I didn't need to be told twice. I immediately placed my right index finger into her soft bellybutton. At first, I gently circled my finger in her delicate waist dimple. Oh, it felt so wonderful. Then I pressed my finger deep into her umbilicus "So, what are you finding out about me?" she asked curiously. I snapped to. "Huh? Oh! Right!" I was so enthralled with fingering her navel that I'd almost forgotten my original intention. So I pressed in hard again, waited a few seconds and said, "Hmm. You're a very sweet person with some concerns about what you're going to be doing in the future..." It seemed to impress her since she replied, "That's pretty close to the truth. Anything else?" My finger jammed into her bellybutton again as I concentrated deeply on it. This time she groaned a little as her navel was pressed in.
"Also" I continued, "you're very sensitive!" She looked straight at me and stated, "I think you were just looking for an excuse to stroke and prod my bellybutton!" Nuts, I thought, she found out. But as i took my finger out of her birth hole, she looked disappointed. "Don't stop!" she said urgently. "I'm just joking. I haven't felt such a nice tingling sensation in my bellybutton like that in ages!" I instantly changed from glum to charged again. I beamed at her and placed my finger back in her tummybutton. As I continued my stroking, our eyes locked. We felt the same way. and we moved our faces towards each other and we kissed passionately, with my finger still in her bellybutton. It was a terrific afternoon!
courage to say the next part. "Allison, I've read that with some people, you can find out some of their thoughts and feelings by poking in their bellybuttons. Can I try that with you?" She giggled some, and again paused for a second to think about it. "Well," she started, "the bellybutton is considered to be a portal to the soul, so...sure!Try me!" she exclaimed happily. I didn't need to be told twice. I immediately placed my right index finger into her soft bellybutton. At first, I gently circled my finger in her delicate waist dimple. Oh, it felt so wonderful. Then I pressed my finger deep into her umbilicus "So, what are you finding out about me?" she asked curiously. I snapped to. "Huh? Oh! Right!" I was so enthralled with fingering her navel that I'd almost forgotten my original intention. So I pressed in hard again, waited a few seconds and said, "Hmm. You're a very sweet person with some concerns about what you're going to be doing in the future..." It seemed to impress her since she replied, "That's pretty close to the truth. Anything else?" My finger jammed into her bellybutton again as I concentrated deeply on it. This time she groaned a little as her navel was pressed in.
"Also" I continued, "you're very sensitive!" She looked straight at me and stated, "I think you were just looking for an excuse to stroke and prod my bellybutton!" Nuts, I thought, she found out. But as i took my finger out of her birth hole, she looked disappointed. "Don't stop!" she said urgently. "I'm just joking. I haven't felt such a nice tingling sensation in my bellybutton like that in ages!" I instantly changed from glum to charged again. I beamed at her and placed my finger back in her tummybutton. As I continued my stroking, our eyes locked. We felt the same way. and we moved our faces towards each other and we kissed passionately, with my finger still in her bellybutton. It was a terrific afternoon!
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