I've always had a deep appreciation for the beauty of the navel since my childhood. This story is about a memorable encounter with a neighbour that allowed me to enjoy her beautiful navel.
My neighbour Neha, a slender and tall young woman standing at 5 feet 9 inches. She's in her mid-to-late twenties, still unmarried. Neha possesses a lovely mixed complexion and has a graceful pear-shaped body.
Neha is a newcomer to our town, having relocated here for her new job. She shares her home with her two sisters, Preeti, the middle sibling, and Archana, the youngest. Our houses are conveniently situated right next to each other.
In just a matter of weeks, a strong bond had formed between our families. I had also struck up a particularly friendly connection with Preeti, the middle sibling, as she and I were both 23 years old.
I never entertained any inappropriate or lustful thoughts about these girls since they were close to my family. Moreover, they typically wore traditional attire such as salwar suits, with only occasional appearances in jeans and Kurtis, leaving no opportunity for me to notice anything suggestive.
Now, let's delve into the heart of the story. It was the summertime, and the holidays had just begun. Neha's two sisters had gone to their parents' home, leaving Neha behind due to her job commitments. Around this time, there was a wedding function, and our family received an invitation. Upon hearing this, my mother kindly extended an invitation to Neha to join us as well.
We attended the party, and Neha joined us. My family and Neha travelled in the car, while I opted to ride my bike.
We were thoroughly enjoying the function, and dinner had concluded by around 11:30 pm. I noticed Neha approaching my mom and engaging in conversation. Shortly after, my mom called me aside and requested that I escort Neha back home. I inquired about the reason, but my mom didn't provide a direct answer, instead, she insisted that I take her home.
As Neha and I prepared to leave, I couldn't help but inquire why she was departing so early. She responded, "I'm not feeling well." In a concerned tone, I asked, 'Should I stop at a pharmacy for some medicine?' To which she gently declined, saying, "No, that's alright. A little rest will do the trick." I didn't press any further and simply drove her home.
We arrived home, and it was already half an hour past midnight, with just 10 minutes left until 12:30 am. As Neha got off the bike, she turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, You had to leave the party because of me." I reassured her, "Don't apologize, it's perfectly fine." With that, we both headed to our respective homes. However, around 1 am, I received a call from Neha. She sounded quite upset and asked me to come to her house.
I promptly went to her house and gently knocked on the door. Neha opened the door, and at that moment, it was evident that she was in considerable discomfort and pain. What struck me was that she hadn't even changed out of the dress she had worn to the function.
I entered her house and inquired about what had happened. Neha explained that she was experiencing severe stomach pain, possibly due to trapped gas or something similar. She expressed her desire to contact my mom to inquire if she would be returning home soon. I replied, "None of my family members will be back until morning; they plan to stay there until the wedding festivities conclude."
Neha responded with, "It's okay, no need to trouble your mom." To which I replied, "Are you sure, I can call her and ask her to return." However, she quickly dismissed the idea, saying, "That won't be necessary; I've already inconvenienced you, and I don't want to trouble your mom."
I responded, "Alright then, let me at least get some medicines for you." As I made a move to leave, Neha stopped me with a gentle, "No, please don't go." Puzzled, I asked, "Why not?" She explained, "Did you notice, while we were returning from the function, the nearby stores were already closed, and it's quite late now. Going to a store far away wouldn't be safe at this hour." Concerned, I inquired, "Are you sure you can tolerate the pain?" She nodded and replied, "Yes, I'll manage."
I persisted, suggesting that she call her mom, thinking she might have some homemade remedies. Neha hesitated and replied, "I don't want to disturb her this late; she'll be worried."
I then proposed, "Alright, let me ask my mom for advice." But before I could continue, Neha interjected, "Actually, it was your mom whom I mentioned my pain to, and she was the one who suggested it might be an airlock."
Wanting to assist in any way I could, I asked Neha to provide more details about her pain so that I could search for solutions on the internet. She described the pain as primarily located in her lower belly, emphasizing its intensity. She also shared additional information about the nature of the pain.
After a brief search online, I came across an article that seemed to align with the details Neha had provided. It turned out that her issue was related to trapped gas. I showed her the article, and as she began reading it, she nodded in agreement, confirming that this was indeed the type of pain she was experiencing.
As she continued reading, she found a solution that involved a specific belly massage technique to alleviate the pain. Curious, I asked her to explain the solution in detail, seeking to understand exactly what needed to be done.
At this point, it was evident that Neha's pain had intensified, to the extent that she couldn't continue reading the article and was visibly in great discomfort. Understanding her discomfort, she handed me the phone and expressed that she couldn't read any further.
In a reassuring tone, I said, "Don't worry; I'll take a look at the solution myself." I proceeded to read the solution section of the article.
I suggested that a massage could provide relief, but Neha expressed her hesitation, asking if there were any alternative solutions. Determined to find the best remedy, I assured her, "Let me explore other options," and proceeded to browse through different articles and websites in search of alternatives.
However, with the mention of stomach pain and the idea of a massage, my fascination with navels resurfaced. Although various websites offered different solutions, I told Neha that all the credible sources unanimously recommended a massage as the primary remedy. I assured her that I had thoroughly checked, understanding that she was in no condition to browse the internet herself.
Upon hearing my suggestion, Neha inquired, "What kind of massage is it, and how is it done?" I proceeded to explain the technique by reading aloud from one of the articles, emphasizing that the massage should be administered by someone else; self-massage might not be as effective, even though some articles did mention it as an option.
Me: "What should we do now?"Neha: "I'm not sure. There's no one else here; my sisters are gone, and your mom won't be back tonight."Neha: "I guess I'll have to manage it on my own."
Hearing her plight, I offered to help with the massage process.
Neha: "No, no, it's fine."Me: "I don't see any inconvenience here. Let me assist you."Neha: "Raj, I don't want to trouble you."Me: "There's no trouble for me. Please, let me help."Neha: "It's just not appropriate."Me: "Come on, you'll feel better. Don't overthink it. Just think of it as a friend helping another friend."Neha: "Raj, I can handle this."Me: "You know you can't, and deep down, you know I'm right. Please, let's just focus on getting you some relief, nothing else."
Despite her initial reluctance, the intensity of Neha's pain eventually led her to agree. Her acceptance filled me with a mix of happiness and sympathy, as I had read about how painful this condition could be on the internet.
Neha: "Uuuuuuummmm... Alright, but please, don't tell anyone about this."Me: "I promise, I won't tell anyone."
I instructed her to lie down on her back on the bed, saying, "Wait here, let me grab some oil." She nodded in agreement, and I quickly went to fetch the oil. Upon my return, I found her lying on the bed, ready for the massage.
Oh, I forgot to mention her attire. She was wearing a full-length ghagra choli that covered her entire belly, with no exposure.
I politely requested, "Could you please fold up your dress around your tummy?" Given that she was wearing a ghagra choli, and her choli was long enough to cover her tummy, this adjustment was necessary.
She cast me a brief glance before complying with my request. With a gentle lift of her choli (dress), she revealed her belly. It was the first time I had seen her belly, as she typically wore salwar kameez.
My God her belly is so sexy, her belly appeared smooth, slim, and well-maintained. However, her navel was not visible because she had tied her ghagra above her navel.
I gently requested, "Could you please lower your ghagra a bit?"
As she adjusted her ghagra, I couldn't help but be surprised. Her ghagra was lowered about 3 inches below her navel, and her navel had a captivating appearance-round and deep. It was unexpected to see such a deep navel on someone with her slim physique.
I paused for a moment, momentarily captivated by the sight of her navel. However, I reminded myself not to get too carried away with my emotions and focused on assisting her. I instructed her to bend her knees and followed the steps mentioned in the article to massage her tummy accordingly.
I began by carefully pouring some oil into her navel, filling it gently.
I positioned my palms on her belly and commenced the massage, following the instructions from the article precisely, moving my hands across her abdomen.
Her abdomen felt remarkably soft and smooth, possessing an appealing quality. It appeared to be well-toned, with minimal fat, resulting in a flat and attractive appearance.
During the initial moments of the massage, it was challenging as she struggled to hold back her tears and suppress her discomfort.
After a few minutes, I inquired about the specific area where she felt the most pain, as the article recommended applying gentle pressure to that region. She indicated that it was her lower belly. When I cautiously applied some pressure to that area, she cried out in pain, reacting by delivering three unexpected slaps to my arm and shoulder.
I swiftly withdrew my hand from her belly and offered a heartfelt apology. Seeing her tears flow freely, I deeply regretted causing her distress and did my best to console and comfort her.
I gently encouraged her, saying, "Please, try to endure it; this process is necessary." Despite her tears streaming down, she looked at me and nodded in agreement. She covered her face with her hands, continuing to cry softly as I continued with the belly massage.
After approximately 10 minutes, I realized that I hadn't touched her navel yet, even though I was eager to. However, my primary focus was on alleviating her pain. I wanted both of us to experience this moment with pleasure and enjoyment, rather than pain. My goal was for her expressions to reflect pleasure rather than discomfort.
After about 20 minutes, I inquired about how she was feeling, and she responded that the pain had subsided, and she was no longer experiencing discomfort. Her relief brought a sense of satisfaction, but it also ignited a naughty side within me.
I suggested that if she was feeling better, it was time to move on to the next part of the massage. Curious, she inquired about the next steps, to which I casually responded, "Oh, just some adjustments in position and posture." She agreed, saying, "Alright, please tell me what to do."
Well I lied to her, there wasn't a thing written in the article. It was my plan to enjoy her navel and I knew she hadn't read the article.
With the next phase of the massage about to begin, I instructed her to straighten her knees and lie flat. Then, I gently requested, "Could you lift or fold up your choli a bit more, up to your sternum?"
Although she seemed a bit uncertain, she complied with my request, lifting her choli up to her sternum.
Next, I guided her, saying, "Could you please lower your ghagra so that your entire tummy is exposed?"
Neha inquired, "Why do you want my entire tummy to be exposed? What's the reason?"
I explained, "What I meant is that the oil needs to be applied all over your tummy, from the uppermost part to the lowermost. So, if you could, please lower your ghagra as low as you could."
Neha asked, "Is it really necessary?"
I affirmed, "Yes, it's necessary."
After a moment's hesitation, she reluctantly agreed, "Uuuuuuummmm... okay."
Now comes the most erotic part, following our conversation, Neha decided to comply with my request. She untied the knot securing her ghagra and, with a slight lift of her hips, gradually lowered it as far as she could. Once it was in place, she tied the knot again.
I was taken aback by the sight before me. Her ghagra now rested about 7 - 8 inches below her navel, and she looked exceptionally stunning and sexy.
Her flat belly, deep round navel, and the way her curves were accentuated left me deeply captivated. I had never seen someone wear their attire this low before; it was truly mesmerizing.
Her physique reminded me of the curvaceous pear-shaped body of Ileana D'Cruz combined with the allure of Katrina Kaif's deep navel.
After admiring her beauty for a while, I shifted my focus to commence the massage.
As I began the massage, I started by pouring some oil into her navel, which caused her stomach to slightly sink in as the oil filled the indentation. Gently, I filled her navel with oil and then proceeded to place my palms on her belly, starting to massage it. My hands moved rhythmically from the top to the bottom of her abdomen.
During the massage, she closed her eyes, and I sensed that she might be experiencing some tickling sensations. While I was focused on her belly, I couldn't help but touch her curves and I began to massage them as well.
After a few minutes, I decided that it was time to move to the navel, as I hadn't touched it yet.
As I continued with the massage, I gently traced circles around her deep navel with my finger. Eventually, I decided to focus on her navel itself. When my finger entered her navel, her stomach gently pressed inward, and her body responded with a subtle reaction. At that moment, she opened her eyes.
Neha asked, "What are you doing?"
I explained, "This is also part of the massage."
After a moment of questioning, she closed her eyes and remained silent.
My index finger slowly penetrated her navel, and then I pushed my finger further into her navel. Her navel was pretty deep, i.e., around one and a half inch deep. My finger moved in a gentle swirling motion inside Neha's navel. I became so engrossed in fingering her navel that I completely forgot the oil had dried up.
Realizing the oil had dried up, I withdrew my finger from her navel and grabbed the oil bottle. I carefully poured a few drops into her navel to continue my adventure.
After that in a moment of unintentional intensity, I applied too much pressure, as I plunged my index finger into her navel. Her body shivered in response, and she abruptly opened her eyes, reaching out to grab my hand.
Neha asked, "What are you doing, Raj?"
I apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
In that moment, I anticipated that she might ask me to stop, but to my relief, she didn't. Instead, she suggested, "Do it slowly, Raj," to which I replied, "I will definitely go slowly."
After she let go of my hand, I gently placed my palm on her tender belly and resumed the massage, making sure not to be hard this time.
Slowly my finger slid into her deep navel. I can say my finger falling into her deep navel is a sight to behold. Without delay, I resumed the massage by moving my finger in a circular motion deep inside her navel. The oil significantly reduced friction, allowing for smoother and more comfortable movements. I was feeling each and every part of her deep navel, through my finger.
I began to notice signs that she might be enjoying the massage. Her facial expressions occasionally displayed hints of pleasure, and her body responded with subtle shivers at times while I continued the fingering.
After fingering her navel for a few minutes I thought of serving my fetish with a desire that I had in my mind, i.e., fingering a girl's navel while her belly is stretched.
So, I suggested, "Neha, could you raise your hands above your head? This way, your belly will be stretched, and the oil can flow more easily into your navel."
Neha inquired, "What else needs to be done with the navel?"
I replied, "Not much, just a deep massage inside the navel with my finger."
Neha questioned, "Aren't you already doing that?"
I explained, "Yes, but it will be even more effective when your belly is stretched."
Concerned, she said, "It sounds painful."
I reassured her, "No, it won't be."
After contemplating for a moment, Neha finally agreed, saying, "Okay, go ahead."
At this point, her pain had completely subsided, and it seemed like the perfect time to enjoy her navel.
As she raised her hands above her head while lying down, her belly stretched, and her once perfectly round navel transformed into an oval shape.
After taking a moment to observe her navel, I gently rested my hand on her long, flat belly. With my fingers, I began to widen her navel, causing her body to shiver in response.
Neha asked, "What are you doing, Raj?"
I explained, "It will be more effective if we pour the oil deep into the navel while stretching it."
With my explanation given, I continued to stretch her navel for a couple of minutes. Eventually, I carefully poured just two drops of oil into her deep, stretched navel.
Without delaying further I inserted my finger in her navel and pushed it deep, which resulted in soft moan from Neha.
Neha moaned, "aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh"
Earlier, she hadn't made any moans due to the pain she was experiencing, but now, with the pain gone, her response had changed.
As my finger reached the base of her navel, she responded with a shiver.
I initiated a gentle, swirling motion with my finger within her deep navel, causing her entire body to shiver in response. And whenever I pushed my finger deeper she would moan.
Initially, the presence of oil allowed my finger to move smoothly within her navel. However, as time passed, the oil was absorbed, and the movement became less fluid compared to before. I can feel inside of her navel.
The sensation of exploring the depths of her navel was truly extraordinary, a feeling that words couldn't adequately describe. I continued the navel fingering, and as I did, she shivered, occasionally biting her lips and letting out soft moans.
After about 15 minutes, I decided to conclude the massage. While I could have continued indefinitely, I wanted to ensure she didn't feel uncomfortable or negatively about our interaction. My hands had thoroughly explored every aspect of her belly and navel.
Following the massage, she got up and adjusted her choli, positioning it about 2 inches above her navel. This left a pleasing expanse of approximately 9 inches of her belly exposed between the end of her choli and the point where she had tied her ghagra.
Afterwards, she briefly left the room and returned with her ghagra adjusted to cover her tummy. She thanked me and offered an apology for the earlier slaps on my arm and shoulder. I reassured her that there was no need to apologize and smiled warmly before leaving her house.
The next evening, she came to my home and requested that I accompany her to the terrace. I was curious about what was on her mind, so I agreed and followed her upstairs.
Upon reaching the terrace, Neha began, "Do you know, I was reading the article that described the massage technique."
Upon hearing her words, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. I worried that my lies might be uncovered.
Neha continued, "However, there wasn't anything mentioned about a navel massage." She gave me a serious look, intensifying my apprehension. She inquired further, "Won't you say anything?"
Feeling nervous, I replied, "Well, even though it wasn't explicitly written, navel massage has its own benefits and is considered good for one's health."
She grew frustrated and questioned my intentions, but I assured her that my actions were solely driven by concern for her well-being and health. I encouraged her to check the internet and read about the benefits of navel massage for herself.
However, she remained upset, saying, "Just don't talk to me." She started to walk away but abruptly turned back, delivering a slap to my cheek before leaving my house.
I was genuinely upset, not primarily because of the slap, as I knew I had deserved it, but because I never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable or change her perception of me. I understood that my actions were inappropriate and regrettable.
The following day, when she visited our house, she admitted, "You were right about the navel massage, but you should have clarified that it wasn't related to the pain." I responded with an apology, saying, "Okay, I'm sorry for not explaining it to you beforehand. I should have communicated better."
I felt relieved and grateful that she had forgiven me so quickly despite my wrongdoings.
After that incident, there were a few awkward days between us, but after about a month, everything returned to normal. However, I hadn't had the chance to see her navel again since then. I held onto the hope that someday she might feel comfortable showing it, and I could appreciate its beauty once more.
"That's the end of the story. Please leave your thoughts in the comments section."