Okay, this is completely unrelated to my other story on here, but I promise I'll get back to that one soon. 
I was hit with inspiration the other night and just had to share it!
"Exhausted" is an understatement for what Kim currently felt. She had been told just that morning that she would be sent across the country on a business trip for her law firm. She didn't actually need to do any work until the following afternoon, but her boss wanted her in the town tonight to make sure she didn't miss any meetings. It was extremely short notice, and she would be staying there for a few days at least, possibly a week, so she hastily packed whatever business and casual clothes she grabbed first.
Kim hauled her luggage into the hotel lobby at nine o'clock at night, mercifully dropping her bags on the floor before ringing the desk bell. An attractive young woman looked up from her book, put a smile on and came to meet her. "Good evening! Do you have a reservation?"
"Kimberly White, my boss called ahead, I think?"
The girl flipped through an address book for a moment, then said, "Ah, from the law firm? Yes, you have the Master Suite on the top floor!" Kim smirked in spite of her exhaustion; probably her boss's way of compensating for suddenly shipping her off to the other end of the country. "Would you like help with your luggage?"
"That would be wonderful," Kim said, taking the key. The girl called for the bellhop, who came hustling around the corner and started picking up bags. The kid looked barely out of his teens, not much younger than Kim herself. Together they headed to the elevator.
"Master Suite? Nice, big and spacious, you'll love it, if you don't meet the Midriff Maiden," the bellhop said idly.
The strange comment didn't register in Kim's mind at first. The ding! of the elevator's arrival seemed to coincide with her realization of what he said. "I'm sorry?" she asked, stepping into the elevator and pressing the topmost button.
"You didn't know? This hotel has a history, people say the Master Suite up top is haunted. Residents up there say they've seen a pale woman floating around and walking through walls at night, sometimes she disturbs their sleep. Seems to react to other women more than men, or so I've heard. They call her the Midriff Maiden."
Kim smirked and raised an eyebrow. She was pretty sure this was some kind of joke people play on visitors from out of town, but decided to play along for the moment. "And why do they call her that?"
The kid shrugged. "She apparently wears some kind of clothes that show her stomach, and female residents claim to feel their navels get touched when they're alone. Never seen her myself, but I've only been here about a year."
The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. "Well, thanks for the help, and for the warning. I'll keep a lookout for any ghostly belly buttons then."
He smirked. "I take it your a skeptic toward the paranormal." Kim merely shrugged. "Well, like I said, I've only heard stories. Have a good night, ma'am."
After the bellhop left, Kim walked to the closest mirror -- it really was a large suite -- with her suitcase to see what it was she actually threw in there that morning. Ironically, given what she was just told, it seemed all of the casual wear she packed consisted of shirts that showed some belly skin. Even the most modest top showed a good inch or two of lower stomach. Since she was really just going to lounge around before going to sleep tonight, she picked the one that showed the most belly: a thin blue tank top that came halfway down her ribs, which, when paired with the low-slung pajama pants she would wear, placed her deep innie right in the center of her exposed middle.
As she undressed from her work clothes, Kim looked herself over. She was rather proud of her body: Her wavy, dark brown hair fell down to her shoulder blades; her frame was somewhat slender, her stomach having a toned appearance, though it was actually fairly soft. Her navel was round and deep, and she knew from poking it that there were intricate folds at its base inside. She had never gotten it pierced, she always liked her belly button natural, and besides, that kind of stuff was frowned upon in the law firm.
Kim pulled on her striped pajama pants and the tank top, letting her hair fall naturally. She ran a hand lightly across her bare stomach. Very rarely did she get to show that much skin anymore, and it took a bit to get used to again. Before working at the firm, of course, she'd show it off as much as possible, she loved catching guys trying to get a quick peek at it.
She threw herself upon the large bed. Usually, Kim had trouble getting to sleep in hotel beds, they were almost always hard and uncomfortable. But this bed was absolutely delightful. She stretched out on it, letting her shirt slide up a little more and making her stomach concave. She lay there with her eyes closed for several minutes, not sleeping but enjoying her brief time of relaxation.
After a few minutes, as she was stretched out on the bed, she thought she felt a quick breeze on her naked, concave belly. She looked down, brushing it lightly with her hand, and (reluctantly) got up to double check that all of the windows and doors were shut and secure. Finding everything locked tight, Kim shrugged it off as simply not being used to showing her belly much anymore, and flopped back on the bed. She reached over to the bedside table and started browsing through the room service menu.
She was halfway through it when she very suddenly and violently jumped, throwing the menu across the bed. She looked down at her tummy, then all around, then back to her middle. She couldn't see nor hear anyone. Kim's breathing became faster for a few moments. She could have sworn she felt what seemed like a finger made of ice being pressed into her belly button.
Her panicking subsided fairly quickly, however, and she started to laugh. It had to be because of what the bellhop said, it was all in her head. He had mentioned a ghost, so of course she was half expecting something kind of weird to happen. But it was ridiculous, the idea of a belly-baring ghost taking an interest in young women's navels was simply laughable.
Her mind more at ease, Kim turned off the light and curled under the covers for the night. She wanted to get up early enough to get a feel for the town before meeting the client. Slowly, with no other midriff experiences, she drifted off to sleep.
Kim awoke the next morning to a confusing sight: the covers were pulled almost completely off the bed. The only reason she gave this any thought was because she knew she almost never moved in her sleep, her past boyfriends have said that she's like a dead log once asleep. Although she still put no stock in a ghost with a navel fetish, she made a decision to find out what exactly was happening. Maybe she just had a nightmare she couldn't remember and shifted a lot, but still, she wanted to know.
After getting dressed much more modestly, Kim headed out into town and bought herself a cheap video camera. She made sure the picture would be a decent quality, she hated seeing super-pixelated videos, then dropped it off at her suite before heading out to meet the client.
The meeting ended up being far longer than either of them expected. Given how it ended, she knew she'd be in town several more days. Finally returning to the hotel shortly after sunset, Kim gave her boss a call to update him on what was happening, then changed into sleep clothes, completely exposing her stomach again. She set up the camera so that it had a good view of her, in particular her bare belly, and let it run all night. She crawled under the covers again and went back to sleep.
Kim didn't need to meet her client again until two o'clock that afternoon, so after getting some much-needed coffee, she plugged the video camera into the large television and replayed it from the moment she turned it on last night.
She ended up fast-forwarding through the first several hours, as the only thing that really happened during that time was when she rolled over onto her back. Around three o'clock in the morning, however, she stopped and let it play through at normal speed. What she saw made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
As always, Kim had the covers pulled up to her neck as she slept. Then, very suddenly, the edge of the blanket was lifted straight up, as though someone had picked it up. The covers slowly rolled themselves back to her ankles, completely exposing her. Kim saw herself shift slightly in the bed, but was otherwise undisturbed. She then caught a strange movement, one that she thought she might have imagined. She reversed the tape a bit, then zoomed in on her bare stomach. She gasped as the saw the movement again, and almost screamed.
On the video, she saw her sleeping belly calmly move in and out with each breath. Then she saw her belly button press itself into her stomach, and invisible finger applying pressure to her exposed navel.
I was hit with inspiration the other night and just had to share it!"Exhausted" is an understatement for what Kim currently felt. She had been told just that morning that she would be sent across the country on a business trip for her law firm. She didn't actually need to do any work until the following afternoon, but her boss wanted her in the town tonight to make sure she didn't miss any meetings. It was extremely short notice, and she would be staying there for a few days at least, possibly a week, so she hastily packed whatever business and casual clothes she grabbed first.
Kim hauled her luggage into the hotel lobby at nine o'clock at night, mercifully dropping her bags on the floor before ringing the desk bell. An attractive young woman looked up from her book, put a smile on and came to meet her. "Good evening! Do you have a reservation?"
"Kimberly White, my boss called ahead, I think?"
The girl flipped through an address book for a moment, then said, "Ah, from the law firm? Yes, you have the Master Suite on the top floor!" Kim smirked in spite of her exhaustion; probably her boss's way of compensating for suddenly shipping her off to the other end of the country. "Would you like help with your luggage?"
"That would be wonderful," Kim said, taking the key. The girl called for the bellhop, who came hustling around the corner and started picking up bags. The kid looked barely out of his teens, not much younger than Kim herself. Together they headed to the elevator.
"Master Suite? Nice, big and spacious, you'll love it, if you don't meet the Midriff Maiden," the bellhop said idly.
The strange comment didn't register in Kim's mind at first. The ding! of the elevator's arrival seemed to coincide with her realization of what he said. "I'm sorry?" she asked, stepping into the elevator and pressing the topmost button.
"You didn't know? This hotel has a history, people say the Master Suite up top is haunted. Residents up there say they've seen a pale woman floating around and walking through walls at night, sometimes she disturbs their sleep. Seems to react to other women more than men, or so I've heard. They call her the Midriff Maiden."
Kim smirked and raised an eyebrow. She was pretty sure this was some kind of joke people play on visitors from out of town, but decided to play along for the moment. "And why do they call her that?"
The kid shrugged. "She apparently wears some kind of clothes that show her stomach, and female residents claim to feel their navels get touched when they're alone. Never seen her myself, but I've only been here about a year."
The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. "Well, thanks for the help, and for the warning. I'll keep a lookout for any ghostly belly buttons then."
He smirked. "I take it your a skeptic toward the paranormal." Kim merely shrugged. "Well, like I said, I've only heard stories. Have a good night, ma'am."
After the bellhop left, Kim walked to the closest mirror -- it really was a large suite -- with her suitcase to see what it was she actually threw in there that morning. Ironically, given what she was just told, it seemed all of the casual wear she packed consisted of shirts that showed some belly skin. Even the most modest top showed a good inch or two of lower stomach. Since she was really just going to lounge around before going to sleep tonight, she picked the one that showed the most belly: a thin blue tank top that came halfway down her ribs, which, when paired with the low-slung pajama pants she would wear, placed her deep innie right in the center of her exposed middle.
As she undressed from her work clothes, Kim looked herself over. She was rather proud of her body: Her wavy, dark brown hair fell down to her shoulder blades; her frame was somewhat slender, her stomach having a toned appearance, though it was actually fairly soft. Her navel was round and deep, and she knew from poking it that there were intricate folds at its base inside. She had never gotten it pierced, she always liked her belly button natural, and besides, that kind of stuff was frowned upon in the law firm.
Kim pulled on her striped pajama pants and the tank top, letting her hair fall naturally. She ran a hand lightly across her bare stomach. Very rarely did she get to show that much skin anymore, and it took a bit to get used to again. Before working at the firm, of course, she'd show it off as much as possible, she loved catching guys trying to get a quick peek at it.
She threw herself upon the large bed. Usually, Kim had trouble getting to sleep in hotel beds, they were almost always hard and uncomfortable. But this bed was absolutely delightful. She stretched out on it, letting her shirt slide up a little more and making her stomach concave. She lay there with her eyes closed for several minutes, not sleeping but enjoying her brief time of relaxation.
After a few minutes, as she was stretched out on the bed, she thought she felt a quick breeze on her naked, concave belly. She looked down, brushing it lightly with her hand, and (reluctantly) got up to double check that all of the windows and doors were shut and secure. Finding everything locked tight, Kim shrugged it off as simply not being used to showing her belly much anymore, and flopped back on the bed. She reached over to the bedside table and started browsing through the room service menu.
She was halfway through it when she very suddenly and violently jumped, throwing the menu across the bed. She looked down at her tummy, then all around, then back to her middle. She couldn't see nor hear anyone. Kim's breathing became faster for a few moments. She could have sworn she felt what seemed like a finger made of ice being pressed into her belly button.
Her panicking subsided fairly quickly, however, and she started to laugh. It had to be because of what the bellhop said, it was all in her head. He had mentioned a ghost, so of course she was half expecting something kind of weird to happen. But it was ridiculous, the idea of a belly-baring ghost taking an interest in young women's navels was simply laughable.
Her mind more at ease, Kim turned off the light and curled under the covers for the night. She wanted to get up early enough to get a feel for the town before meeting the client. Slowly, with no other midriff experiences, she drifted off to sleep.
Kim awoke the next morning to a confusing sight: the covers were pulled almost completely off the bed. The only reason she gave this any thought was because she knew she almost never moved in her sleep, her past boyfriends have said that she's like a dead log once asleep. Although she still put no stock in a ghost with a navel fetish, she made a decision to find out what exactly was happening. Maybe she just had a nightmare she couldn't remember and shifted a lot, but still, she wanted to know.
After getting dressed much more modestly, Kim headed out into town and bought herself a cheap video camera. She made sure the picture would be a decent quality, she hated seeing super-pixelated videos, then dropped it off at her suite before heading out to meet the client.
The meeting ended up being far longer than either of them expected. Given how it ended, she knew she'd be in town several more days. Finally returning to the hotel shortly after sunset, Kim gave her boss a call to update him on what was happening, then changed into sleep clothes, completely exposing her stomach again. She set up the camera so that it had a good view of her, in particular her bare belly, and let it run all night. She crawled under the covers again and went back to sleep.
Kim didn't need to meet her client again until two o'clock that afternoon, so after getting some much-needed coffee, she plugged the video camera into the large television and replayed it from the moment she turned it on last night.
She ended up fast-forwarding through the first several hours, as the only thing that really happened during that time was when she rolled over onto her back. Around three o'clock in the morning, however, she stopped and let it play through at normal speed. What she saw made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
As always, Kim had the covers pulled up to her neck as she slept. Then, very suddenly, the edge of the blanket was lifted straight up, as though someone had picked it up. The covers slowly rolled themselves back to her ankles, completely exposing her. Kim saw herself shift slightly in the bed, but was otherwise undisturbed. She then caught a strange movement, one that she thought she might have imagined. She reversed the tape a bit, then zoomed in on her bare stomach. She gasped as the saw the movement again, and almost screamed.
On the video, she saw her sleeping belly calmly move in and out with each breath. Then she saw her belly button press itself into her stomach, and invisible finger applying pressure to her exposed navel.
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