Licking Stripper's Bellybuttons: the Girl that Eludes Me

[witt19800]

When I'm home alone and stoned, I'll sometimes hit the strip club. Sink in a comfy seat, nurse a beer, and clear my mind. It's been a while since I've licked a bellybutton.

I'm looking for a pretty face, hour glass waist, no belly ring, and a foreign accent. This ensures she's not North American and therefore sensual and open to touch.

In the booth, some charming small talk makes us familiar, and the song begins. I slowly run my fingers along her sides, and at some point compliment her beautiful stomach. "Can I kiss your stomach?" My combination of boyishness and assertion gives me a batting average damn near a thousand.

The kissing is soft, slow, and starts above the bellybutton. Eventually I'm face to face with it, and I gently slip in the tongue.

Over the years I've licked dozens. There was the gorgeous Romanian with curly black hair, perfect man made nose, and an outie as soft as butter. There was the classic, alpha-female blonde. A Carribean girl once told me "you like belly-BOttun" as I held up her navel ring and licked out her innie. And last but not least, there was the dark haired, peach skinned, Eastern European fitness model. She had a sweet face and smile, great personality, and rythmically swayed her delicious navel into my tongue. She was the best, and yes, I'm hard now.

Anyway...

About a year ago, I saw a girl emerge from a booth. She was a tall, modely, Katie Holmes lookalike with chestnut hair. And good my Lord. The roundest hips, framing a bellybutton made by Venus herself. It was a big open oval, right in the center of her stomach, deep as a pit, and you could see the bottom of it too. It literally begged for attention, and the moisture on her skin attracted light to it. It was the type of bellybutton that made men who don't notice bellybuttons notice bellybuttons.

But everytime I go to the club, this girl is occupied. Or busy with VIP. Or gone home. We've made eye contact a couple times, exchanged a smile, but I can't snag her. She's the star of the room and she knows it. Although. She has an American accent, so I'm not sure she'd ever let me put my lips to her flawless flesh. If I did, I'd probably die on the spot. You know that feeling of hot liquid pouring inside your stomach?

So I dunno. Maybe this week I'll puff a spliff and go to the club. Show up early. Wait all night. And make a move once and for all.

 

[witt19800]

Inspired by my post, I hit the strip club tonight in search of The Girl. It was Sunday and dead, and not surprisly she wasn't there. I nursed my beer for an hour and figured I'd return Thursday. Fighting off some girls, I kept my money safe.

Near the end, a cute black or spanish girl from Belize approached me. She was tall, long black hair, caramel skin, fit curves, warm smile. I said no. She was gracious in defeat, and wished me well. As she rose, I complimented her choice of songs, and asked for their names. Out of genuine concerned she told me. Damn, that smile again. She's leaving! "Maybe one song..."

In the booth I licked and sucked her outie, always amazed by how soft one is. She liked it more when I went harder, and I must have left her button a wet mess. I thanked her and said I hoped she enjoyed it too. She voiced her approval and I asked "you don't get kissed there a lot?" She reflected. "Maybe a little, but not like that." Our chemistry lingered a moment and I was gone.

I can't afford to return Thursday, and I really want this overwith. At the same time, I'm always happy to de-virginize the bellybutton of another pretty girl. So all is not lost. Her perfume's still on me and the memory's fresh in my head.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go finish off.

 

[tartanterrier]

Tales of a stripper addict I feel you pain mate

 

[Goldman222]

You need to find out her name, then ask the bouncer or DJ her schedule, she may work the same nights every week, like thursdays and fridays, improve your odds of meeting her. Gets expensive to go by every night.lol
Wish you luck in licking her navel, makes me drool. Seen a few stripper that fingered it as part of their routine. One would also come by if she saw me in the club, and always could finger it, and sometimes give it a lick.

 

[Skyraider22]

Tales of a stripper addict I feel you pain mate

How very well put :hatsoff:

 

[witt19800]

The search is over. I went to the strip club on Sunday night (of all nights) and lo and behold, there's The One. A shot of acid shoots down my stomach. I wait for her all night, and finally ask her for a dance. She mentions something non-sensical, and basically never comes around for the rest of the night. Actually, she came around once and flirted with some guy in front of me. Rejected! In a strip club? Huh? But its poetic justice, I guess. How many girls have I turned down over the years?

The good news is, I met another girl that night. And she was equally gorgeous. Tall, fit, curvy, model-faced. She look Cuban but was half German half Jamaican, with a slight German accent and a sweet, down to earth personality. I even told her about The One and she gave me tips on how to approach her. At the end of the night she came back and I snagged her for a dance. Then proceded to completely annihilate her bellybutton. I kissed, sucked, blew on and licked it for a good 4 songs, all the while hearing in that cute accent: "my bellybutton's sensitive", "I'm actually enjoying this", "this is such a tease", "you're good kisser", "I can take my ring out for you next time". I tongue fucked ner navel, and even told her to slide it into my tongue at her own pace. I stuck my tongue out, long and sharp, and she began rocking her navel into it, slow, deep and hard, 'til she had to stop herself. And her gasps and giggles were to die for. When the third song was over I told her I was out of money but if she enjoyed it, I could continue? "Sure, one song... I like what you're doing".

Nothing in this post has been exaggerated, and the girl was not drunk. I admit it's not everyday I have this kind of chemistry with a stripper, but it goes to show: be careful what you wish for. Good things can come from unexpected places. I can't wait for my next visit.

 

[Hot Mega]

You need to find out her name, then ask the bouncer or DJ her schedule, she may work the same nights every week, like thursdays and fridays, improve your odds of meeting her.

No. Hang out with her enough to where she's comfortable enough to tell you herself if you ask.

Don't stalk the chick by enlisting others to give you information about her. Some places they may do that other places they don't nor should they IMO.

If you want to get personal and not just be a customer to her, tip the chick because you like her and she's cool... not to dance for you. Let her know she's cool and whatever else you like about her (being frank and honest) and maybe she might want to see you outside of the club at some point.

 

[hedonis]

This wouldn't happen to be the same guy who regaled us with many wordy, fluffy stories in the recent past, would it? I think the older stories were about underage high school girls and incestuous families, but the style is the same.

And while I'm at it, I couldn't help thinking while reading...

"Dear Penthouse Forum..."


I met a LOT of strippers as a cop/narc in a decade. I wouldn't kiss the belly button of any of them.

 

[witt19800]

This wouldn't happen to be the same guy who regaled us with many wordy, fluffy stories in the recent past, would it? I think the older stories were about underage high school girls and incestuous families, but the style is the same.

And while I'm at it, I couldn't help thinking while reading...

"Dear Penthouse Forum..."


I met a LOT of strippers as a cop/narc in a decade. I wouldn't kiss the belly button of any of them.

I don't know who you're talking about but I'm not him. As for the fact that you wouldn't lick a stripper's bellybutton, I see where you're coming from but I think it's a matter of degree. In any given strip club, there's a wide range of women, from nasty trailer hoes to classier fair. I usually wait for them to approach me, and observe their intelligence, demeanor, hygene, looks etc. before choosing a dance.

 

[witt19800]

This wouldn't happen to be the same guy who regaled us with many wordy, fluffy stories in the recent past, would it? I think the older stories were about underage high school girls and incestuous families, but the style is the same.

And while I'm at it, I couldn't help thinking while reading...

"Dear Penthouse Forum..."


I met a LOT of strippers as a cop/narc in a decade. I wouldn't kiss the belly button of any of them.

Oh and one more thing: What the hell were you doing reading posts about that kind of stuff anyway.

 

[robbied196]

Just out of interest, have you ever found any fluff?

 

[witt19800]

Just out of interest, have you ever found any fluff?

Nope.

 

[witt19800]

Uh oh. I'm in trouble. I saw the mulatto beauty again, and I might be hooked.

We started off with nice conversation. I told her I'd just arrived. She comes back and we chat some more. Again I tell her I`d like some time to relax. An hour and a half later she returns and FUCK I was nervous: I thought I'd lost her. But that's an emotion I like to feel, and besides, guys like her, she's a busy girl.

In the booth, I ask her to take out her bellybutton ring. She tries but it won't come out. A song goes by, she's still trying. "Don't worry about it". But she persists. I can't explain to you the relief of when it pops out. "You're lucky." So are you... We play around. "Do do what you want, you've been a gentleman and I trust you". I take the queue and remove her right bikini flap, cupping her breast in my hand. Just the way I like, I kiss around her breast and avoid the nipple. My plan works. "My nipples are hard, that never happens here". I slowly suck her swollen breasts, then move to her stomach. She fucks my tongue with her bellybutton, I fuck her bellybutton with my tongue. Then her favorite: kisses along her ribs. How do I know? "That's my spot. During sex when a guy kisses me there, it gives me shivers." I continue to make her purr like a cat. At one point I literally turn away: "I can't even look at you." My holy God. The smell of her hair drives me bazizzers. I just made up a word. But that's what it was: bazzizers. The second song is over. "I'm out of money, but if you like, I can continue." Last time she answered soberly, this time she gasps: "Ok..." I`m hard just thinking about it.

When all was said and done, she thanks me, reminding me I'm "a good kisser. I wish more guys were like you. Some guys spend a lot of money but they're too - (something I can't remember). But I like it when I get along with a guy. I'd rather have ten of you then one of them."

Part of me still can't get over the fact that this girl is a 10, and that I completely make this girl melt. I've got such a huge fetish for gorgeous women and pretty stomachs. Sure, I'm paying for it. I`m not stupid. But still. Chemistry is chemistry, and it can happen anywhere.