This happened at a party at my old apartment. It was late in the night and me and a beautiful woman I'd just met named Lisa were talking in my kitchen. It was just us and two girls having their own private conversation by the porch doorway The rest of the party goers were involved in the dance party that had formed in the living room. Lisa and I seemed to be hitting it off, it helped that we were both fairly tipsy. She was a brunette. I have a thing for brunettes, especially with piercing blue eyes. As we were talking I noticed her eyes drift down to my belly a couple times. I was wearing a probably too tight t-shirt that really made my belly stick out. I was self conscious about it and had thought of changing it throughout the night but for whatever reason didn't. At a certain point there was a lull in our conversation, one of those quiet moments where there's an electricity of attraction and words just get hung up because the desire to get physical overrides them. And that's when she locked her gaze on my round belly. Embarrassed, I sucked it in. She noticed. She told me I had a cute pot belly and started rubbing it. She told me not to suck it in, that she thought it was attractive. She liked rubbing round bellies. Then asked if she could see it. I was a bit stunned, and more than a little aroused at the attention. Of course she could see it. I lifted my shirt, which was tight enough that it stayed up, and she reached out and started rubbing my bare belly. She giggled as I sort of quivered at her touch, her hand gently gliding all about. She stuck her finger in my belly button and stirred, telling me I had a sexy belly button. Then she asked if she could lick it. It was then that I became aware that the other two girls were still in the kitchen and kind of trying not to look but also looking anyway. She had really just offered to lick my belly button. My heart was racing. I told her she could. She leaned down, putting her hair behind her ears and holding it there with her fingers, and stuck her tongue in my belly button. I stood in my kitchen with this beautiful woman's warm, wet tongue fluttering hard around the inside of my belly button, her warm breath bathing it, her lips smooching; with two strangers watching. After licking my belly button for a bit she asked me where my room was. I took her there, she shut the door behind us and kissed me full on the mouth, my shirt still up and my saliva filled belly button, wet and cool, still out. She pushed me to the bed and got on top of me. She kissed down my body, licking and smooching all over my bare belly, lips tugging, sucking. She plunged her tongue back into my belly button and forcefully lapped around inside, exploring it, french kissing it. It felt so good. After several minutes of this she started unbuckling my pants. She asked if she could give me a blowjob. Like I'd say no. She got my pants off and then I felt her soft hand grip my throbbing, erect penis as her tongue lapped some more in my belly button. Then I felt her warm, wet mouth envelope my erection. She worked me with her mouth and hand. It felt incredible. I looked down at my belly, the hair wet and matted in every direction, my belly button a sopping wet mess of saliva and lipstick, the sour smell of this beautiful woman's saliva wafting up to my nostrils. The sudden, agonizing buildup came over me very suddenly, and before I could warn her I released in her mouth. She took it all, sucking down every drop. I started to apologize but then she swallowed. The first girl to swallow me. I was floored. She kissed me some more and actually said thank you for that. I thanked her as well. She gave my belly button one last deep tonguing and told me it was nice to meet me and she'd see me around. And then she left. I went into my bathroom and saw that she'd left little hickies all over my belly, one large, dark one covering the whole left edge of and into my belly button. It was tender to the touch. I washed my belly and cleaned my belly button but I left her dried saliva on my penis. And I rejoined the party. The rest of the party was anti-climactic after what had just happened and I was still in a daze. One of the girls from the kitchen asked me what happened to me a sexualish sort of way. I showed her the hickies on my belly. She made some comment about how that was hot. It seemed for a minute like I might score again but then the conversation sort of ended. Lisa was gone and I actually never saw her again. Turned out she was my roommate's girlfriend's friend's friend from out of town.