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BELLYBUTTON BOUTIQUE by Dennis DeMensa

BEACH BABES! BEAUTIFY YOUR BELLY! was the sign I had posted over my small storefront along the boardwalk in Mission Beach. It was another perfect San Diego Summer day with lots of sunshine and warm temperatures. I could hear the steady rolling of the surf through the open door of my storefront, as well as the sounds of bike bells ringing, skateboards clattering, and rollerblades swooshing. On top of all this were the sounds of happy people enjoying their day.

I turned to inspect my wares and when I saw my products, I knew I was in for a profitable and pleasurable Summer. On the single counter were small boxes lined up next to each other, each with a clear top, displaying a fake jewel winking in the light. Next to each jewel was a tube of body cement and a tube of solvent for attaching and removing the jewel. At each end of the counter was a mannequin's torso with a jewel lodged in each simulated navel as fitting advertising. The jewels were of different sizes as well as different colors, and already I saw a few young ladies begin to enter the store to satisfy their curiosity.

These girls were of the typical Southern California beach types, with long blond hair and already sporting even tans. Each also sported the "uniform" of the beach, with string bikinis of various hues, scarcely covering their nubile bodies.

Two girls seemed more interested than the others in the store as they moved from the counter to the mannequins and whispered to each other about this novel navel merchandise. I walked over to them and asked if I could be of help, while quickly ascertaining that each would be a fine candidate for my gems. Adorning each girl's flat stomach was a beautiful, recessed bellybutton.

Before I answered any of their questions, I asked for their names. Cheryl was first and she asked if this "thing will really stay in my navel?" I told her it should, and I could be sure if she would let me do a little inspection. "Go ahead," she giggled. I got down on my knees to be eye-level with this girl's sexy bellybutton. Her navel was diamond shaped, with the crown of the diamond at the top, tapering to a "v" at the bottom. It had a lovely ridge at the top, and appeared to be about an 1/8 of an inch deep. Being this close to her sexy dimple, I felt a woodie beginning to grow in my shorts.

"This looks fine," I said, "but to be sure of the depth needed, would you put your finger in your bellybutton and twirl it around a few times, so I can see how much room I have to deal with?" I stared in lustful fascination as she put her index finger in her pretty belly and circled that erotic crevass a few times. Sure enough her finger sunk in up to the bottom of her nail, and I noticed that she sported a few goose bumps on the tender skin of her belly and the pulse of her heart, just visible below her bra line, increased noticeably as she was circling her bellybutton. The tent in my shorts was growing as I watched her toying with her tummy.

Finally, I said, "Wonderful, I think your navel is perfect for one of my gems!    Pick you color and I'll determine your size!" She wanted an azure colored stone and I said, "To determine the proper size gem, I need to do some further measuring, if you don't mind?" Assuring me that I should proceed, I carefully got up, slightly bent over to conceal my excitement, and stood behind her. We were both facing a full-length mirror on the wall. "I need to determine the right size for your navel, as well as to see if there are any special contours that might require me to make some adjustments." I reached around her waist and deftly inserted my right index finger in her bellybutton. I felt her stomach muscles tense as my finger probed her sexy navel. My finger was only able to penetrate halfway up my nail, but it made up for her lack of depth by touching little folds in the depths of that dimple.

Both of us were watching my finger in the mirror as it circled and circled her bellybutton, and her breathing increased and her hips began to subtly twitch as my finger performed its magic. I had to bend my back so that she would not feel my raging hardness on her bikini bottom, as I was so thoroughly enjoying her navel invasion! Trying to retain some level of professionalism, I reluctantly pulled my finger from her navel, and went to the counter and got a properly sized azure gem. I explained how to apply the adhesive in her navel, insert the gem, and then how to remove it with the solvent in the other tube. "Show me," she said, with a little smile on her face. I quickly acquiesced, and returned to my knees in front of her. This time, I put some of the adhesive on the tip of my index finger and probed her navel again, this time smearing the glue over every nook and cranny of her bellybutton. She began to twitch again as I continued to caress her navel, and I made the lame excuse that I had to make sure there would be enough adhesive in there so that the gem would stay secure, as her navel was rather shallow.

While we were both enjoying this, I wanted to "fit" her girlfriend, so reluctantly I removed my finger, to the sound of a gentle "plop" and quickly replaced it with her new gem, giving it a gentle extra push for good luck. She smiled down at me, gave me the money for her purchase from her wristband purse, and happily walked out the door of the shop, proudly sporting her bellybutton jewel for all to see.

Her girlfriend had been watching all of this, and I said, "You're next. If you would wait a second, I'll close the shop for a bit so I can give you my complete attention." Securing the front door, I returned to her. "And what is your name?" "Debbie" was the response. "And what question may I answer for you?" Debbie was thoughtful for a moment and then asked, "will it stay in while I swim? I do a lot of water sports during the summer." "Let's see," was my response, as my throbbing meat twitched again as I anticipated how I would demonstrate the waterproof aspect of my product.

Once again, I sank to my knees as my eyes focused on Debbie's lovely belly and even more beautiful bellybutton. Hers was delightfully round and deep enough that I couldn't see its full depth. "Your navel is truly beautiful," I said, "I'd like to moisten it, if I could, to see how much moisture it will retain." Debbie knowingly nodded her head yes, and I grasped her hips just above her bikini bottom, and brought my head forward to her stomach. My tongue snaked out and entered her sexy cavern and as I did so, I felt her tummy clench and a little gasp escape her lips. My tongue began to twirl around the depths of her navel, tasting the slightly salty residue from a day in the warm sun. I licked around every little bump and each little ridge in her sexy innie, and with each twist and turn of my tongue, I could feel her hips twitch in my hands. I began to thrust my tongue into her depths and then quickly withdraw it, acting like a mini-penis. I nibbled at the upper ridge of her bellybutton with my front teeth as my tongue continued to make love to her navel. Faster and faster I twirlled as her hips began to vibrate and she began to pant and squeal. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, and just as I began to explode in my shorts, she yelped and I felt her stomach muscles grip my tongue and then spasm, clenching and unclenching around my invading tongue. As her breathing returned to normal, I licked around her navel for the last time, with my tongue replaced by a gentle puff of my breath as I sought to leave a last sensation in this beautiful and erotic orifice. I was rewarded with a little giggle and more goosebumps around her lovely bellybutton. I looked up at her beautiful face and said, "I think I'll need to do more testing of your bellybutton before I can be sure your jewel won't fall out. Can we schedule another appointment?"

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