This happened at a low point in my life. I was working a crappy job and living in a crappy apartment in downtown LA. It was Saturday morning and I had the day off. I got up early to get something to eat and realized I hadn't gone shopping. Worse yet, I couldn't really afford to do grocery shopping so I figured I'd walk to 7 Eleven and get some Pop Tarts or something. I went to get dressed and realized I really needed to do laundry. I was down to the clothes that I wouldn't leave the house in. But I was hungry. And I didn't feel like spending the day at the laundromat. I put on an old pair on jeans with holes in the knees. The only clean shirt I had left was a half shirt I bought at a thrift store. I never intended to wear it out. It was bought for the 80's novelty of it, although I did wear it in private. I figured I'd be gone for about fifteen minutes. It was early. Who was I going to run into at 7 Eleven? As I walked down the street, I was overwhelmed with the need to cover up. Especially when I saw a production truck parked outside one of the lofts. They were shooting something inside. There was a crew member unloading stuff. He took notice. Worse yet, there was this rather stunning, petite blonde woman outside talking with him. She noticed too. I considered crossing to the other side of the street. I knew I was beat red. They were looking at me and talking. Probably about my pasty, white belly hanging out. Next thing I know they're walking towards me. Fuck, was all I could think. What do they want? Then the woman held out her hand, big friendly smile in place. She said her name was Celeste and she had an odd request. She said I could say no but she was remarking to her friend about how attractive my belly button is. She said he then bet her 20 dollars that she wouldn't come over to me and lick it if I let her. She asked the guy how long she was supposed to do it for and he said 30 seconds. She said, let's make it a whole minute. I was stunned, I was not expecting this. And she was gorgeous. Of course I'd let her lick my belly button. But was I being set up? She said she was 100% sincere. There was no catch. She just thought I had a sexy belly button. My heart was racing. I stuck my finger into my belly button, mostly to check if it was clean but my belly button always tends to be clean. I figured, what the fuck? I'd regret not letting her. I told her okay. She handed me twenty dollars and knelt before me on the sidewalks. She smiled as she grabbed my hips, then closed her eyes, leaned in and stuck her warm, wet tongue in my belly button and smooched the upper lip. I was taken aback at how good it felt. It was incredibly sensual. I just watched this beautiful woman kissing my belly button, her tongue snaking out, circling it and diving back in. Several times she covered my belly button with her whole mouth and I could feel her tongue doing laps around the inside. Then she'd try to smooch the excess saliva away, but my belly button would still be a sopping wet mess, glistening in the sun for a second until she went back in. She french kissed my belly button, sensually, moaning contentedly the whole time like she was eating a delicious dessert. I rested my hand on the back of her head, moaning with pleasure myself. I was getting hard. She noticed and smiled at me. the guy eventually said time's up. She stopped and smiled up a very wide, satisfied smile at me. I was in a daze. She pulled out a scrap of paper and wrote her number down. She handed it to me then she stuck her index finger in my belly button and stirred around in it. It tickled a little but she stayed there, her finger stirring in my belly button for a few more seconds, then she said bye. I called her later in the week and we went out for drinks. We went back to her place after and I got my belly button licked a whole lot more by her. We fucked several times as well. We went on a couple more dates like this but then she moved to New York. I later saw her on TV co-hosting an entertainment news show.