We were just relaxing after everyone else had left the party. Erica slumped back on the couch, kicked off her flip flops, wiggled her toes, and patted her stomach. "Oooh, I am so full, and my poor belly hurts from eating all that pizza."
She rubbed her hands in gentle circles over her stomach, and looked up to see my reaction. I returned her gaze, and asked if she'd like a Tums or an Alka Seltzer.
"No, the best remedy is when someone rubs my tummy."
I tentatively reached over and gave a quick good-natured pat to her midsection.
"That's nice, but it would be so much nicer being rubbed on my bare belly." Erica gave a coy smile and lifted her shirt. "I'd love for you to rub some lotion on my poor bare belly", she cajoled with a wink. "Would you do that for me?"
It was a request no rational man could refuse.
"No problem. Wait here a minute."
"Please hurry."
I previously thought of Erica as a cute but very shy little innocent. Apparently she was no longer so innocent, and certainly not very shy.
She had been my kid sister's best friend during high school. I hardly paid any attention to her in those days even though she was a little blonde haired, blue eyed doll. It was great seeing her again. Now she was all grown up. We had hit it off throughout the evening, and I was glad that she stuck around after everyone left.
I was fairly stunned when she lifted her shirt without the slightest hint of apprehension or inhibition. Seeing Erica's navel for the very first time was a totally unexpected treat. I've always had a major thing for girls who like to show off their belly button, especially the cute, innocent ones who don't mind being a little naughty. It's part of a major fetish I've had since the time I was a little boy.
I re-entered the room with a bottle of aloe vera, and noticed that Erica had lowered her shorts down to her hips, and assumed a comfortable position stretched out on the couch. What a magnificent sight! Her shirt was raised to the lower edge of her bra. The deep little button sitting all alone on her aching belly appeared stark, vulnerable, and highly erotic. A voyeuristic wave of pleasure overcame me as I realized how lusciously obscene it felt to observe her state of undress. I applied a nice daub of lotion to my palms and anxiously proceeded with the massage.
"Oh that feels so good, and my belly hurts so bad", she groaned.
"You have a great touch, please don't stop. I'm so stuffed. Make my belly ache go away."
"That's so nice...why did I eat so much? Rub it all in", she implored.
"My belly hurts real bad. You are so sweet to do this."
Erica's skin was remarkably creamy and smooth. No six-pack abs (thank God), but a gently toned, deliciously presentable belly; nicely curved and oh so soft. The provocative birth scar was sweetly sucked in with a lower ridge lip that gave it a pouty, slightly tilted upward appearance. It literally commanded attention. I enjoyed watching Erica's belly button continually bob up and down as my hands did their work.
Erica closed her eyes as I lovingly caressed her sides and lower abdomen. Her plaintive moans had the ring of a woman being aroused.
"This is wonderful. You have such a soothing, gentle touch", she sighed. "I'll bet you've practiced this plenty of times before with some lucky girl."
"Erica, you shouldn't have eaten so much", I sympathetically admonished, avoiding the question.
"Oh I know", she said. "but isn't it fun rubbing my tummy?"
I leaned over and gently planted a kiss on her upper midsection. She welcomed the gesture by caressing the back of my head. I moved down with a series of tummy nibbles, and kissed her lower abdomen about an inch above the panty line.
"Wow, you're really into this", she giggled nervously. "The kisses are nice. They make me feel better."
"Well, I do sort of have a thing for women's stomachs. Hope you don't think I'm some kind of oddball."
A short silence passed between us. Erica broke the ice.
"I think bellies are sexy, too."
She paused, and tentatively asked, "Do you get aroused by seeing a girl's belly button?"
I could feel my face reddening. My fetish had always been my guilty little secret. The way Erica said "belly button" in such an inquisitive little girl voice stiffened my erection. I was lost for words as she continued.