In 2016 I joined about a dozen members of my running club to a marathon social weekend running the Berlin marathon. At the end of the marathon we had a meeting place in the park where we met up and waited for everyone to finish.
I was sitting chatting to the other finishers when one of our group, Ellen, decided to get changed in front of me. Ellen was an intelligent professional married lady in her mid forties, attractive though not stunning, with a slim marathon runner’s body. I’d known her several years and always enjoyed talking with her. Maybe even some idle thoughts of more.
She had some sort of robe to change within so it was discreet. After mostly changing she discarded the robe at which point she was wearing jeans and a sports bra and then put a T-shirt on. I was trying not to be too obvious watching.
It was her stomach. Nice abs but what hit me was her belly button was pierced and she had some jewellery in it. Ellen! Piercings? I only saw it for a second or two but the effect on me was electric. I couldn’t get her belly button out of my mind for the rest of the trip except to wonder where else she might be pierced. I can still clearly visualise it seven years later.
There’s only been one other time in my life where a glance of a woman had such an effect. That was when I was eleven years old on my first foreign holiday in France. The waitress came to take our orders and I could see she had hairy armpits. I was amazed and fascinated. That I think was my first sexual experience of any sort.
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