As chance encounters go this just has to be one of the quickest of my life so I will tell it with the same rapidity.
As I came back into the hotel after aa late meal it was her crop top that caught my eye, ending just below a really rather well formed bust and then the bare flesh continued to the top of her tight jeans that did little to conceal her generous figure.
I guess she must have been ten years younger than I and represented about five foot ten of seriously sexy looking woman. I then recognised her as one of our delegation, many of whom were sitting round a table in the lounge having a night cap, or two, or three. The chair next to her was empty as she chatted to the rest of our bunch, so I sat down and ordered a beer.
The conversation was getting a bit raunchy, as it often does when lubricated with sufficient alcohol, when the stud through her naval caught my eye, almost inviting comment. I have always wondered about body piercing, all the whys and the wherefores, so casually I asked her if it hurt going in. I got a charming smile, a flash of brilliant white teeth and confirmation that,
"It hurt like fuck". Delighted with the frank response, the several beers I had had with dinner emboldened me.
"So why do it then?" She half turned towards me and gave me my first view of the rest of her figure, particularly her generous breasts. She touched the stud as she replied.
"Because I think it looks attractive, draws attention to my figure and makes me feel sexy. "
"Well it certainly looks sexy."
"That may well be but it's not working." A hint of regret in her tone.
"What on earth do you mean not working?"
"Well my husband refuses to kiss it."
Husband? Sexy lady? Stud in her navel? Before I could stop my mouth from moving and long before I could engage my brain I had said.
"I think he's mad. Why on earth would he refuse?" And before I knew it, I had volunteered to kiss it, well where's the harm. A little more banter with lots of sexual innuendo followed but after a while she got up and started to walk away.
