Un-belly-vable

"Alright guys, come on over, the board's ready!" her friend called out to the other three huddled around the cooler. Unsure of what was happening, but one to know a thing or two about party games, I could sense by Michaela's firm stance that she was involved in this game somehow. Tay standing-by to Michaela's left shoulder admired the work drawn by her friend "Ohhh looks good, and you included the bulls eye too, right?" she asked as her hand wondered (as if on autopilot) on top of mine "Oh, oops, you're still using it" she chuckled back as she pulled away and up towards a breast instead. Engaged with the friend group, Taylor took lead on explaining the rules as she pointed with her free hand to various spots down Michaela's back.

Trying my best to listen in, my gaze became affixed to the softness of the belly standing before robbing me of my attention. Her navel was just so prominent, it was such a deep, a very deep, "innie" smoothed out, slightly squished in appearance, by the subtle thickness of her belly. It was so unlike mine. As a gym rat, the thought of not having abs was so foreign to me, but there was just something about Michaela’s belly. Under Taylor's commanding voice, Michaela (head cocked to the side still) chimed in with gotchas and specific rules about the game boundaries. My free hand was interested in feeling its squishiness and maybe explore how deep it went. "Mmmmhehe oh so soft" I thought as my thumb and palms pet her warm skin. I felt the fine stubble from the peach fuzz beneath her naval and I could feel the softness of her belly fat as I danced my fingers toward the center. Again more fine hairs met my fingertips as I brushed past and drew my pointer finger in. I could feel the base and gushed at the sight of being up to the first joint in my finger. After hesitating for a brief moment I felt the adrenaline kick in and went in full explorer mode.

I had to finally cease my stroking as it was just to difficult to maneuver both hands at the same time, poking and and tugging with both hands wasn’t something I was coordinated at. Allowing my lower hand to rest atop the firmness of her upright member, I resorted my attention back to my thumb and finger to feel around inside her naval, prying it open to judge its bounce and depth. Exchanging thumb for middle finger, I used two fingers to dig around as if scratching a good itch. Being about a foot-and-a-half shorter than Michaela, she towered over me and her intimidating belly seemed to consume my small fingers. With no one's attention broken, I had my fun petting and fingering Michaela's belly, eyeing the squeezed breast Taylor autonomously held captive in her grasp and feeling my limp hand nudge from Michaela's twitching member. I smiled and like the good boy that it is, I reached down below to pet his chest, even caressed her belly with my other hand, counting the seven small brown hairs that connected these two parts of what is my newfound favorite body.