I get a lot of men laying their
hands on my belly, and normally I
can keep a straight face, mainly
because I am strictly business
and am able to shut off all sexual
impulse in the work place. This
particular evening, I began my
shift wearing a corset that
covered my belly almost
completely with a low riding g-
string so that the very lowest
portion of my belly and my hip
bones showed. The zipper on the
back of my corset kept slipping
down a few inches, so my boss
tried to help me zip it up and
broke the zipper clean off. I
quickly retired to the dressing
room to peel the corset off since
I could not unzip it any longer…
no easy task.
I began digging through my bag
and pulled out my neon pink
bikini top and tied it on and
adjusted my breasts. I emerged
from the dressing room totally
bare bellied. I struck up a
conversation with an older
gentleman, but couldn’t help but
notice a handsome young
stranger eying me from the end
of the bar. I tried to ignore him
and concentrate of my prospect.
The older gentleman turned out
to be a dud, so I began my walk
to the ladies room to wash my
hands, but I would have to pass
the young man in my path. He
caught my attention by placing
his hand on my bare back and
sliding it around to my side to
hold on to me. Young men are
notorious for not having much
money, but I was polite and we
started talking. I could stop
thinking:
professionalism.However, I had
this very cute, very attractive
young man with great teeth as a
customer. We hung out and he
bought me a drink and bought a
lap dance from me.
We then sat in a booth and I sat
on his lap and laid back on his
shoulder. He placed a hand on
my stretched out belly and
wrapped his arms around me as
we conversed about this and
that. He unwrapped his arms and
straggled to look over my
shoulder down my chest. He
started running just one finger
over my belly and his finger
slipped into my exposed belly
button. I let out a squeak and
manically brushed his hand away
and put my hand over my belly
button. Mind you, I let this man
grope, poke and prod me all
night, but the moment he
touched my belly button, I
melted. He coyly whisper, ” looks
like I found somebody’s tickle
spot”. I brushed off my belly and
took my hands down and
informed him that it’s the only
one I have… only it didn’t tickle…
it made me hopelessly aroused.
He once again began to explore
my belly lightly with one finger,
starting with my rib cage, down
my sternum, my sides and just
under the line of my g-string
avoiding my belly button.
Nothing, though it felt nice. He
traced his finger back to my belly
button and ran his finger around
the rim and I am compelled to lift
my legs off the floor and pretend
to laugh, although what is really
happening is that I am getting
totally wet. He loved making me
squeak and told me how cute it
was, so he kept toying with my
belly button until last call. I
couldn’t help but let him.
hands on my belly, and normally I
can keep a straight face, mainly
because I am strictly business
and am able to shut off all sexual
impulse in the work place. This
particular evening, I began my
shift wearing a corset that
covered my belly almost
completely with a low riding g-
string so that the very lowest
portion of my belly and my hip
bones showed. The zipper on the
back of my corset kept slipping
down a few inches, so my boss
tried to help me zip it up and
broke the zipper clean off. I
quickly retired to the dressing
room to peel the corset off since
I could not unzip it any longer…
no easy task.
I began digging through my bag
and pulled out my neon pink
bikini top and tied it on and
adjusted my breasts. I emerged
from the dressing room totally
bare bellied. I struck up a
conversation with an older
gentleman, but couldn’t help but
notice a handsome young
stranger eying me from the end
of the bar. I tried to ignore him
and concentrate of my prospect.
The older gentleman turned out
to be a dud, so I began my walk
to the ladies room to wash my
hands, but I would have to pass
the young man in my path. He
caught my attention by placing
his hand on my bare back and
sliding it around to my side to
hold on to me. Young men are
notorious for not having much
money, but I was polite and we
started talking. I could stop
thinking:
professionalism.However, I had
this very cute, very attractive
young man with great teeth as a
customer. We hung out and he
bought me a drink and bought a
lap dance from me.
We then sat in a booth and I sat
on his lap and laid back on his
shoulder. He placed a hand on
my stretched out belly and
wrapped his arms around me as
we conversed about this and
that. He unwrapped his arms and
straggled to look over my
shoulder down my chest. He
started running just one finger
over my belly and his finger
slipped into my exposed belly
button. I let out a squeak and
manically brushed his hand away
and put my hand over my belly
button. Mind you, I let this man
grope, poke and prod me all
night, but the moment he
touched my belly button, I
melted. He coyly whisper, ” looks
like I found somebody’s tickle
spot”. I brushed off my belly and
took my hands down and
informed him that it’s the only
one I have… only it didn’t tickle…
it made me hopelessly aroused.
He once again began to explore
my belly lightly with one finger,
starting with my rib cage, down
my sternum, my sides and just
under the line of my g-string
avoiding my belly button.
Nothing, though it felt nice. He
traced his finger back to my belly
button and ran his finger around
the rim and I am compelled to lift
my legs off the floor and pretend
to laugh, although what is really
happening is that I am getting
totally wet. He loved making me
squeak and told me how cute it
was, so he kept toying with my
belly button until last call. I
couldn’t help but let him.
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