I thought I would transfer this over from the Official Bellybutton Forum. If you like the story, imagine it as a live action movie, starring Olivia Wilde (or in my case, AnnaLynne McCord).
Rebecca woke up on a Saturday morning, in the crisp freshness of a beautiful mid-Spring day. She stretched, yawning and taking in the bright sunlight, and felt her dreams slowly fade away into waking life. She turned and looked at her clock, and with an almost pitiable groan, she rolled out of bed and stood up, cursing the fact that she’d have to be shut inside that damn book store for 8 hours on such a wonderful day.
It had been about a month since Rebecca had started working weekends at a mall bookstore to earn money to pay for her schoolbooks. Having already gone three solid weeks without a single day off, she was not relishing having to spend yet another weekend selling books. The lack of resting time was starting to tire her out, and if her grades started to fall, she’d have to quit the job and find some other way to pay for books.
Rebecca pushed the negative thoughts out of her head as she showered and headed to her room to dress and down her mandatory morning coffee. The sheer brightness and breezy warmth of the today was such a change from the dreadful rain and cold of the last few weeks that Rebecca couldn’t help but feel good, even though she had to go to work. She dried off and got dressed, basking in the warm sunshine and the cool breeze. Since this was the first nice day in weeks, she decided against the usual conservative sweater and pant sets that she wore to work, and instead donned something a little more fitting to the weather.
Rebecca was a musical theater major specializing in dance, and years of physical conditioning for it had given her a heavenly figure. She was lean and toned, but not muscular, and had all the right curves in all the right places. Her favorite thing about her body was her midsection, which she proudly showed off as often as possible. She had a smooth, sexy belly, the kind where the abs are just firm enough to form a tiny pooch that protrudes ever so slightly over a pair of hiphugger jeans. Her belly button was an inbetweenie, with a very sexy lip on top and just deep enough so that a finger could slide in to play with the cute little bumps and folds. Together with her very shapely behind, Rebecca’s lower body in hiphuggers was a sight that stopped traffic.
And she most certainly did wear hiphuggers. She didn’t think anything of it, staring out at the clouds while pulling on her hiphuggers this morning. She also didn’t think anyhting as she pulled her favorite short-cut belly-button sweater out of the drawer and put in on. She was so used to letting her belly button show on nice days that it wasn’t until she was in the car, half way to the mall, that she realized she was going to work and was already late.
She felt a sudden pang of panic as she remembered the dress clause in the little employee pamphlet she’d gotten from the book store.
“Employees are to be dressed tastefully and in a professional manner while at work.”
She knew that her boss, Mr. Alex Cole, would not be too pleased to see her walk into the shop in hiphuggers and a cropped sweater, with her midriff and belly button bared for all the customers to see. “Call me Alex,” was a very young (and, to Rebecca’s occasional embarassment, very handsome) man, but he was also very business-oriented and no-nonsense. She was dreading the look on his face when he saw her exposed belly button as she entered the mall.
To her great relief, Alex wasn’t there when she opened up the shop. He usually opened early on Saturdays, but Rebecca remembered that he had said last week that he wouldn’t be here on Saturday, something about helping a friend move. She opened up the security gate, turned on the lights and went directly to the store room. The mall would be open in half an hour, and Rebecca had to inventory and stock the delivery of new books before customers started to come.
As she worked, her thoughts went to her bare belly button. She knew that Alex wouldn’t like her to be dressed this way at work, but she still felt a jump in her heart rate when she imagined his eyes fixed on her navel… Rebecca pushed the thought from her head. He was her boss, he was older (but just a bit), and besides, there’s no chance that he also shared the same sexual fixation as she did. Rebecca looked down at her sexy bare stomach, and began to gently poke at the delicate folds of her belly button. For as long as she could remember, she’d been very turned on by belly buttons, especially when someone looked at, commented on, or touched hers. It was the reason she liked to wear the “hesodashi” look so much.
She finished stocking the new books, and returned to the floor area to inventory them on the computer and work the cash register. The mall was now open, but nobody was shopping yet. She was tapping the keyboard with one hand, and absentmindedly fingering her navel with the other. She didn’t notice that a pretty thirty-something woman had walked in, and, blushing, snapped her hand away from her tummy when she felt the woman’s eyes upon it.
“Morning, Rebecca! Beautiful day, huh?” said her cheerful, warm voice.
“Hi Molly,” she replied, her face heating up as the woman continued to gaze at her navel. Molly worked in the kitchen-supply store a couple of shops down from the bookstore Rebecca worked in. She was also a friend of Rebecca’s mother and had known her since she was a baby. Molly had only ever seen Rebecca in more conservative outfits, and Rebecca didn’t know what to make of the wry smile that had crossed her lips as she eyed her belly.
“I used to wear belly button shirts alot when I was your age. My belly looked alot like yours, but your belly button is much sexier than mine.” The way Molly said “sexier” made Rebecca feel a bit turned on. She became even more aroused (and even more red-faced) when Molly, still smiling slyly, stuck her finger right into her navel and swished it around. Molly giggled a bit, removed her finger, and lifted up her own shirt to expose a surprisngly tight midriff and an innie button.
“Mine’s just a plain old innie,” she said as she poked her finger into her own belly button.
“It still looks good,” said Rebecca with another blush. Molly beamed and thanked her.
“Sometimes I still dig out some of the old belly button outfits and show off,” she said, still smiling coyly, “You’d be amazed how much the guys still stare, even the young ones. Well, I’ve gotta get back to work. Tell your mom I said hello. Bye, Rebecca!”
Rebecca said goodbye and returned to her work. She was very turned on, and didn’t know what to make of the events that just took place. She was sure that Molly was going to reprimand her for showing her belly at work and give her some lecture about respect and tell her mother. Instead, she had complimented her belly button, played with it, showed her her own, and admitted to wearing belly shirts. She was so tangled up in her own arousing thoughts again that she didn’t notice the store now had several customers.
There was a mother with two children by the Harry Potter kiosk, a couple of old people scanning the shelves, and a number of younger guys, all pretending to be interested in something else while stealing quick glances at Rebecca. Rebecca noticed immediately that the boys were checking her out, and saw that a couple of them seemed to be her age, and quite cute. She suddenly felt very empowered and stepped out from behind the cash register, her hands clasped behind her back so that everyone could get a good view of her belly buton. She walked slowly and as sensually as she could, making sure that the cute guys took notice of her bare stomach. She felt very sexy as she approached the woman by the Harry Potter books.
“Hi! Welcome to Barlow Books! Can I help you with anything?”
“Yes, actually,” replied the woman. She didn’t seem to notice Rebecca’s stomach at all. “We’re looking for the new Harry Potter book, the Half-Blood Prince, but all the ones at this kiosk are old and soft-cover. Do you have the new edition, in hard-cover?”
“Sure, we just got a new order in today. I haven’t shelved them yet, I’ll go back and grab you one.”
Rebecca walked through the store, back to the storeroom, taking care to look very sexy as she did it. She noticed every face turn towards her as she came back out, Harry Potter books in hand.
“Ah, thank you!,” said the mother, as her two children giddily passed the book between them. Rebecca rang up the purchase, and the lady left, leaving the old couple and the group of guys, which seemed to be growing. Rebecca was about to do another sexy walk through the store, but the old lady came up to her first.
“Hello, dear. I was wondering if you could get something down off the shelf for me… my husand and I aren’t so limber anymore, you know.”
“Of course, ma’am,” she replied as her heart jumped another beat. The prospect of all those guys drooling over her sexy bare belly as she stretched up, exposing it even more, sent a chill up her back and gave her goosebumbps all over. She walked over to where the old man was standing and stood up on her tiptoes, stretching up slowly and flexing the soft muscles around her midriff to reach up and grab the book. She felt like a sexual goddess as all the eyes laid fixed on her exposed skin. She knew damn well that she had every guy here in the palm of her hand (or, as she giggled to herself, “in the folds of my belly button!”). She heard someone drop something, low murmurs and excited gasps, and was ever more aroused by the minute. She took as long as possible to retrieve the book for the elderly couple and rang them up, returning to the floor. Now she stood walking around innocently, and very consciously stroking up and down on her tummy, occasionally fingering her belly button.
As if she had spellbinding powers over these young men, they casually followed her around the store, constantly repositioning themselves to keep her bare belly and naked navel in view. She felt like the sexiest woman on the planet, and began to think that wearing a belly button outfit to work was not a bad idea after all.
One by one, the guys in the store began to ask her to retrieve books placed high-up on the shelf. She acted like an innocent employee helping her customers, but she knew full well what was going on, and felt so turned on, so empowered, that she was more than happy to get the stepladder and give them all a sexy tease. One by one they watched her ascend the ladder and stretch up to get their books, staring at her sexy belly button, the sensuous skin of her belly and back, and the beautiful shape of her curvy hips and firm, toned butt. One by one they happily purchased books that Rebecca fully suspected they had no interest in;
The day continued on exactly like this. It was as if young men everywhere had suddenly gotten up and decided to buy books. The store was packed with guys, many of them very attractive, all of them sneaking looks at Rebecca. She exuded sexiness as she swayed through the store, all the while exploiting every possible way of showing off her belly button. She played with it while they watched, pretended to stretch so they could get a good look while her head was turned, and spoke in the sexiest voice she thought she could make, which she noticed seemed sexier and sexier as she became more and more aroused. She felt so powerful and so sexually charged that she didn’t even notice Alex standing there, his mouth wide open.
Rebecca felt the pangs of panic return as she tried to think of an explanation for all this. What would he think of her, seeing her there with her belly button showing and a massive crowd of young guys packing his store, salivating and eying her up? Her mind was now jumbled and confused, and what Alex said next didn’t seem right at all.
“Fantastic!” he beamed. “I’ve never seen the store this busy, selling this many books before. What’s going on here?”
Rebecca appeared from behind a shelf, no longer feeling empowered, but instead returning to the blushy embarassed state she had had when Molly came in. It didn’t help her embarassment at all that Alex was now intentedly staring staring at her belly button, although it did give her heart a twitch. Alex’s face assumed a look of understanding, and a smile of approval that Rebecca did not at all expect.
“Ahaaa. Well that explains things. You’ve been drawing customers into the store by advertising with your belly button.” Alex smiled and thrust his finger right into Rebecca’s sexy inbetweenie. He played with it in a way that was slightly more than innocent, a way that made Rebecca’s heart race with arousal. He took his finger out of her belly button and his characteristic no-nonsense look returned to his face. What he said next filled Rebecca with a sensation so arousing she nearly fainted with anticipation, dreaming of the next move she’d make in the little romance game that was now sure to play out.
“I’m glad your belly button has sold some books, but I don’t think you should let it show at work anymore. I don’t care about the “employee dress code”, but I have a very big fetish for the female midsection, especially the navel. So you should probably cover up unless you want me staring at your stomach and poking your belly button all the time.”
Rebecca woke up on a Saturday morning, in the crisp freshness of a beautiful mid-Spring day. She stretched, yawning and taking in the bright sunlight, and felt her dreams slowly fade away into waking life. She turned and looked at her clock, and with an almost pitiable groan, she rolled out of bed and stood up, cursing the fact that she’d have to be shut inside that damn book store for 8 hours on such a wonderful day.
It had been about a month since Rebecca had started working weekends at a mall bookstore to earn money to pay for her schoolbooks. Having already gone three solid weeks without a single day off, she was not relishing having to spend yet another weekend selling books. The lack of resting time was starting to tire her out, and if her grades started to fall, she’d have to quit the job and find some other way to pay for books.
Rebecca pushed the negative thoughts out of her head as she showered and headed to her room to dress and down her mandatory morning coffee. The sheer brightness and breezy warmth of the today was such a change from the dreadful rain and cold of the last few weeks that Rebecca couldn’t help but feel good, even though she had to go to work. She dried off and got dressed, basking in the warm sunshine and the cool breeze. Since this was the first nice day in weeks, she decided against the usual conservative sweater and pant sets that she wore to work, and instead donned something a little more fitting to the weather.
Rebecca was a musical theater major specializing in dance, and years of physical conditioning for it had given her a heavenly figure. She was lean and toned, but not muscular, and had all the right curves in all the right places. Her favorite thing about her body was her midsection, which she proudly showed off as often as possible. She had a smooth, sexy belly, the kind where the abs are just firm enough to form a tiny pooch that protrudes ever so slightly over a pair of hiphugger jeans. Her belly button was an inbetweenie, with a very sexy lip on top and just deep enough so that a finger could slide in to play with the cute little bumps and folds. Together with her very shapely behind, Rebecca’s lower body in hiphuggers was a sight that stopped traffic.
And she most certainly did wear hiphuggers. She didn’t think anything of it, staring out at the clouds while pulling on her hiphuggers this morning. She also didn’t think anyhting as she pulled her favorite short-cut belly-button sweater out of the drawer and put in on. She was so used to letting her belly button show on nice days that it wasn’t until she was in the car, half way to the mall, that she realized she was going to work and was already late.
She felt a sudden pang of panic as she remembered the dress clause in the little employee pamphlet she’d gotten from the book store.
“Employees are to be dressed tastefully and in a professional manner while at work.”
She knew that her boss, Mr. Alex Cole, would not be too pleased to see her walk into the shop in hiphuggers and a cropped sweater, with her midriff and belly button bared for all the customers to see. “Call me Alex,” was a very young (and, to Rebecca’s occasional embarassment, very handsome) man, but he was also very business-oriented and no-nonsense. She was dreading the look on his face when he saw her exposed belly button as she entered the mall.
To her great relief, Alex wasn’t there when she opened up the shop. He usually opened early on Saturdays, but Rebecca remembered that he had said last week that he wouldn’t be here on Saturday, something about helping a friend move. She opened up the security gate, turned on the lights and went directly to the store room. The mall would be open in half an hour, and Rebecca had to inventory and stock the delivery of new books before customers started to come.
As she worked, her thoughts went to her bare belly button. She knew that Alex wouldn’t like her to be dressed this way at work, but she still felt a jump in her heart rate when she imagined his eyes fixed on her navel… Rebecca pushed the thought from her head. He was her boss, he was older (but just a bit), and besides, there’s no chance that he also shared the same sexual fixation as she did. Rebecca looked down at her sexy bare stomach, and began to gently poke at the delicate folds of her belly button. For as long as she could remember, she’d been very turned on by belly buttons, especially when someone looked at, commented on, or touched hers. It was the reason she liked to wear the “hesodashi” look so much.
She finished stocking the new books, and returned to the floor area to inventory them on the computer and work the cash register. The mall was now open, but nobody was shopping yet. She was tapping the keyboard with one hand, and absentmindedly fingering her navel with the other. She didn’t notice that a pretty thirty-something woman had walked in, and, blushing, snapped her hand away from her tummy when she felt the woman’s eyes upon it.
“Morning, Rebecca! Beautiful day, huh?” said her cheerful, warm voice.
“Hi Molly,” she replied, her face heating up as the woman continued to gaze at her navel. Molly worked in the kitchen-supply store a couple of shops down from the bookstore Rebecca worked in. She was also a friend of Rebecca’s mother and had known her since she was a baby. Molly had only ever seen Rebecca in more conservative outfits, and Rebecca didn’t know what to make of the wry smile that had crossed her lips as she eyed her belly.
“I used to wear belly button shirts alot when I was your age. My belly looked alot like yours, but your belly button is much sexier than mine.” The way Molly said “sexier” made Rebecca feel a bit turned on. She became even more aroused (and even more red-faced) when Molly, still smiling slyly, stuck her finger right into her navel and swished it around. Molly giggled a bit, removed her finger, and lifted up her own shirt to expose a surprisngly tight midriff and an innie button.
“Mine’s just a plain old innie,” she said as she poked her finger into her own belly button.
“It still looks good,” said Rebecca with another blush. Molly beamed and thanked her.
“Sometimes I still dig out some of the old belly button outfits and show off,” she said, still smiling coyly, “You’d be amazed how much the guys still stare, even the young ones. Well, I’ve gotta get back to work. Tell your mom I said hello. Bye, Rebecca!”
Rebecca said goodbye and returned to her work. She was very turned on, and didn’t know what to make of the events that just took place. She was sure that Molly was going to reprimand her for showing her belly at work and give her some lecture about respect and tell her mother. Instead, she had complimented her belly button, played with it, showed her her own, and admitted to wearing belly shirts. She was so tangled up in her own arousing thoughts again that she didn’t notice the store now had several customers.
There was a mother with two children by the Harry Potter kiosk, a couple of old people scanning the shelves, and a number of younger guys, all pretending to be interested in something else while stealing quick glances at Rebecca. Rebecca noticed immediately that the boys were checking her out, and saw that a couple of them seemed to be her age, and quite cute. She suddenly felt very empowered and stepped out from behind the cash register, her hands clasped behind her back so that everyone could get a good view of her belly buton. She walked slowly and as sensually as she could, making sure that the cute guys took notice of her bare stomach. She felt very sexy as she approached the woman by the Harry Potter books.
“Hi! Welcome to Barlow Books! Can I help you with anything?”
“Yes, actually,” replied the woman. She didn’t seem to notice Rebecca’s stomach at all. “We’re looking for the new Harry Potter book, the Half-Blood Prince, but all the ones at this kiosk are old and soft-cover. Do you have the new edition, in hard-cover?”
“Sure, we just got a new order in today. I haven’t shelved them yet, I’ll go back and grab you one.”
Rebecca walked through the store, back to the storeroom, taking care to look very sexy as she did it. She noticed every face turn towards her as she came back out, Harry Potter books in hand.
“Ah, thank you!,” said the mother, as her two children giddily passed the book between them. Rebecca rang up the purchase, and the lady left, leaving the old couple and the group of guys, which seemed to be growing. Rebecca was about to do another sexy walk through the store, but the old lady came up to her first.
“Hello, dear. I was wondering if you could get something down off the shelf for me… my husand and I aren’t so limber anymore, you know.”
“Of course, ma’am,” she replied as her heart jumped another beat. The prospect of all those guys drooling over her sexy bare belly as she stretched up, exposing it even more, sent a chill up her back and gave her goosebumbps all over. She walked over to where the old man was standing and stood up on her tiptoes, stretching up slowly and flexing the soft muscles around her midriff to reach up and grab the book. She felt like a sexual goddess as all the eyes laid fixed on her exposed skin. She knew damn well that she had every guy here in the palm of her hand (or, as she giggled to herself, “in the folds of my belly button!”). She heard someone drop something, low murmurs and excited gasps, and was ever more aroused by the minute. She took as long as possible to retrieve the book for the elderly couple and rang them up, returning to the floor. Now she stood walking around innocently, and very consciously stroking up and down on her tummy, occasionally fingering her belly button.
As if she had spellbinding powers over these young men, they casually followed her around the store, constantly repositioning themselves to keep her bare belly and naked navel in view. She felt like the sexiest woman on the planet, and began to think that wearing a belly button outfit to work was not a bad idea after all.
One by one, the guys in the store began to ask her to retrieve books placed high-up on the shelf. She acted like an innocent employee helping her customers, but she knew full well what was going on, and felt so turned on, so empowered, that she was more than happy to get the stepladder and give them all a sexy tease. One by one they watched her ascend the ladder and stretch up to get their books, staring at her sexy belly button, the sensuous skin of her belly and back, and the beautiful shape of her curvy hips and firm, toned butt. One by one they happily purchased books that Rebecca fully suspected they had no interest in;
The day continued on exactly like this. It was as if young men everywhere had suddenly gotten up and decided to buy books. The store was packed with guys, many of them very attractive, all of them sneaking looks at Rebecca. She exuded sexiness as she swayed through the store, all the while exploiting every possible way of showing off her belly button. She played with it while they watched, pretended to stretch so they could get a good look while her head was turned, and spoke in the sexiest voice she thought she could make, which she noticed seemed sexier and sexier as she became more and more aroused. She felt so powerful and so sexually charged that she didn’t even notice Alex standing there, his mouth wide open.
Rebecca felt the pangs of panic return as she tried to think of an explanation for all this. What would he think of her, seeing her there with her belly button showing and a massive crowd of young guys packing his store, salivating and eying her up? Her mind was now jumbled and confused, and what Alex said next didn’t seem right at all.
“Fantastic!” he beamed. “I’ve never seen the store this busy, selling this many books before. What’s going on here?”
Rebecca appeared from behind a shelf, no longer feeling empowered, but instead returning to the blushy embarassed state she had had when Molly came in. It didn’t help her embarassment at all that Alex was now intentedly staring staring at her belly button, although it did give her heart a twitch. Alex’s face assumed a look of understanding, and a smile of approval that Rebecca did not at all expect.
“Ahaaa. Well that explains things. You’ve been drawing customers into the store by advertising with your belly button.” Alex smiled and thrust his finger right into Rebecca’s sexy inbetweenie. He played with it in a way that was slightly more than innocent, a way that made Rebecca’s heart race with arousal. He took his finger out of her belly button and his characteristic no-nonsense look returned to his face. What he said next filled Rebecca with a sensation so arousing she nearly fainted with anticipation, dreaming of the next move she’d make in the little romance game that was now sure to play out.
“I’m glad your belly button has sold some books, but I don’t think you should let it show at work anymore. I don’t care about the “employee dress code”, but I have a very big fetish for the female midsection, especially the navel. So you should probably cover up unless you want me staring at your stomach and poking your belly button all the time.”
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