Around the office I'm very quiet and shy. I keep my head down and do my work, trying not to get noticed, and most of the time I succeed.
For a few weeks now I've sensed that I'm being watched. Your desk is just across from mine, and you always give me a warm smile in the mornings when we say hello. We share a few laughs throughout the day, and you've gone out of your way to make me feel welcome since I started a few weeks ago.
You're cute, that's for sure. I find myself thinking about you more and more. You dress impeccably and the brief moments we've been in close proximity I always notice how good you smell. I'm definitely feeling attracted to you, and thoughts of you have started to come unbidden during my lonely nights in my apartment.
Break room. Lunch. I'm nibbling at a sandwich when you come in.
"That doesn't look very...filling." You quip, casually brushing past me. You pause briefly on the word filling, and I can see your eyes move up and down my body. I blush slightly, and smile back.
"That's true. But I'm not really hungry today. I have a bit of a tummy ache." I say. I blush much darker. A tummy ache? Why would I say that? How embarrassing!
But your eyes snap back to me and you glance down at my belly. The top buttons of my blouse are unbuttoned, and I feel a warmth as your eyes linger on my cleavage. It's just us in the office today, everyone else is working at home.
"Oh? what's wrong with your...tummy?" You try the word out slowly, teasingly. I glance away from your gaze, shy and embarrassed.
"Oh, heh, it's nothing really, just a little discomfort, that's all. I'm fine really."
Please, earth, swallow me up. The embarrassment is unbearable. I have a fierce and powerful belly fetish, and hearing you say the word tummy will definitely replay in my mind in nights to come.
"I'm really glad to hear that. But, if you're not feeling well, you can go home. Though it would be a shame for you to leave me here all alone." You chuckle, sitting next to me with your own lunch.
The conversation turns to polite small talk about work, with a few jokes in between. We both finish eating and get up to head back to our desks. As I'm leaving, your arm blocks the way suddenly, and I turn to you. You're very close. I try and take a step back, but realise I'm cornered against the wall, my arms behind my back. I squeak in surprise.
"Hey, listen. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable before about the tummy thing." You say in a low, gentle voice.
That word again. God. I feel my heart rate speed up.
"Oh, it's fine, really." I stammer. Why are your eyes so beautiful?
Gently, you place your hand very slowly and deliberately on my belly, over my shirt. My breath catches. We both watch your hand as you press firm circles against my tummy.
"Good. If you need any help with that, I give excellent belly rubs." You whisper.
I gasp and feel a sudden warmth in my lower belly, butterflies abounding.
"Oh, uh, th-thank you-" I manage, dazed.
You lift your hand from my belly and step away, smiling and winking as you walk back to your desk. Once you're out of the room, I try and collect myself.
When I get back to my desk, you're on a call, and I find it difficult to concentrate. When we finish up for the day, you say goodbye and leave as if nothing happened.
That night in my bed, when the lights are off and I should be asleep, I replay it over and over in my mind. My hand slides down and I lift my pyjamas, exposing my soft, smooth belly. I push my palm firmly against my belly button, making small circles, the same way you did earlier in the day. I imagine you saying the words tummy and belly, and I feel a hot warmth between my legs. With my other hand I slide down inside my panties, and I whimper at how absolutely soaked I am. That night, as I picture you and touch myself, I have one of the most powerful explosions of pleasure ever.
Unfortunately for me, we don't get another day alone together in the office for a few weeks. During that time, we flirt with each other - you smoothly, me clumsily - and I feel something growing between us. One day, as a test, I wear a shorter blouse that I know exposes my belly if I lift my arms. When no one else is around, I stand at my desk and reach up to grab a box of paper from a high shelf. The shirt rises and my lower belly is in your full view. I stretch unnecessarily higher, and glance over at you.
I feel a sudden rush of adrenaline and thrill as I see your eyes are glued intensely to my exposed midriff, and I see your knuckles whiten as you grip the side of your chair. I keep stretching and my shirt rises further, giving you a very quick peek at my belly button. As my arms come down, box in hand, you cough awkwardly and I can see that you're flushed. I smile winningly at you, being cheeky and flirty and acting innocent.
I can see a bead of sweat on your forehead and your neck is dark with colour. You stand up suddenly, somewhat confused, looking at me and then away again.
"Um. Bathroom." You murmur, dashing away.
I nod, smiling innocently, but I know I've affected you. This confirms it for me - you and I share a belly fetish. You don't even see my nod as you hurry away. You're gone for a very long time. When you come back, you look slightly more relaxed and composed, but you're still flushed.
Our colleagues are around again, so we both stay quiet and finish the day before heading off without much more than polite goodbyes.
That night, I add your reaction to my already well played out memories of you, and touch myself again and again, pleasuring myself for hours.
A few more weeks pass and finally a day arrives where it's just the two of us once more in the office. As a bonus, I just happen to be wearing my short blouse again, and I plan to find another excuse to lift my arms and expose my belly to you.
We share jokes and chat warmly as the morning goes by. We have a bit of downtime now, our work is done for the most part. I figure that now is as good a time as any. I stand up and stretch, pretending to yawn, closing my eyes. My shirt rises up, my chubby, soft belly out in the open, and another quick show of my belly button. I open my eyes and put my arms down, and I can see you are flushed and breathing slightly faster.
"Be right back. Bathroom. " I say sweetly, walking past you.
I slip into the bathroom and smile to myself, enjoying how much I'm flustering you. I've made myself hot and bothered doing it, too. As I look into the mirror, I hear the door open suddenly. You've followed me in to the bathroom. I turn to look at you and you approach me quickly, breathing fast. I back up against the wall, slightly frightened by your intensity. We stand there for a moment, eye to eye, both of us breathing fast.
"Lift up your shirt." You say, softly. Almost angrily.
"What?" I'm quiet, meek. Maybe my teasing has gone too far.
"Do you think this is a-" You groan quietly, looking away, then back at me. "Do you think this is a fucking game?"
"I don't know what you mean." A lie. I know exactly what you mean.
"All this teasing. That gorgeous, beautiful belly-" You break off, looking away again, almost like you're in pain. "I can't take it."
I blush deeply, and bite my lip. Shakily, I start to unbutton my blouse from the bottom. One by one, my shirt slowly opens, my belly exposed, shuddering with my breath.
You groan, deeply. You take a step closer, and I can feel your breath on my neck. You reach down and place your hand on my belly. Involuntarily, I arch my back, and a moan escapes my lips.
You squeeze my lower belly, and your thumb circles my belly button, teasingly.
"I knew it," you say breathily into my ear. "You wanted me to touch your belly this whole time."
My skin erupts in goosebumps, and I whimper.
"I have wanted to for so long. I can't stop thinking about you. About this - tummy." You lean in and I feel your lips press softly to my neck. I moan and arch my back, your thumb still circling my sensitive belly button.
"That day, when you showed it off - I had to come in here and - well, I had to relieve myself." Your words are soft, urgent, a confession.
"My belly did that to you?" I ask, feeling a familiar warmth between my legs.
"I need it. I can't take it anymore." You push your thumb deeply into my belly button and I cry out, my legs becoming weak and shaky. You close in and suddenly we're kissing, deeply, frantically.
My hands are all over you, roaming, seeking out every nook and cranny. God, how I've wanted this. My hands slide up under your shirt, and I notice how you shudder when I touch your belly, too. I don't linger though. I go higher, cupping your chest, my fingers lightly circling your nipples, feeling as they become hard.
Firmly, I push you back. I slip my hand down into your pants. I touch between your legs very gently, exploring, discovering. I find confirmation there of your fierce lust and aching need.
"Please," You moan quietly, shaking. We're both panting, but for the most part, both still fully clothed, if dishevelled.
"I want to. I want to so badly. But not here." I gesture with my chin at our not so pleasant surroundings.
"And anyway, if we were caught, we'd both be fired." I add. You nod, but with my soft fondling of you, I can tell you're trying really hard to pay attention but having trouble.
"I want to surrender my belly to you. And I really need to touch yours. The day is almost finished. Come home with me," I moan as I explore between your legs further, feeling you respond strongly.
"God, I- yes. Okay." You groan as I withdraw my hand, and you reluctantly lift yours from my tummy.
"Don't relieve yourself before then." I say, kissing you deeply again.
You nod, and then swiftly exit. I take a moment to compose myself, button up my blouse and return to my desk.
God, tonight is going to be amazing.
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