Movie Theater Magic (Part Two): A Big Belly Babe Tickle Fetish and Belly Fetish Short Story Erotica

 …The lights went down and the previews started. James’ fingers went still and she could feel his eyes on hers. She pulled her hand from his and began to trace lines up and down the inside of his arm. James shuffled in his seat, which made his black t-shirt ride up and a small line of his belly became visible. She kept tracing up and down his arm, “accidentally” brushing his belly whenever her fingers wandered close enough. 

 She made a few complete circuits this way, loving how soft and warm his skin was. Suddenly, he straightened slightly and she glanced over at him. His cheeks were red and she looked at him questioningly until she realized that a bulge had already started to grow in his pants. 

 She slid her hand over from his arm to his belly, letting it sit softly there. “Hard already? This is going to be so fun…” 

 He gulped as her hand started making slow circles on the top of his belly and she giggled softly, wiggling her way down into her seat and leaning closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. 

 The previews ended and the movie started, but she was growing certain that neither of them would remember much of it when it was over…

 Continuing the slow circles on his belly, she waited until she felt James relax before switching up her rhythm. Instead of circles, she started tapping her fingers across his belly instead, making her way around his bellybutton and to his sides, sliding over his skin where it peeked out and over the soft fabric of his shirt where it didn’t. With each tap, he wiggled his foot and grabbed the armrest. As soon as she felt like he was becoming too used to her ministrations, she switched up again, this time poking the soft squishy part of his sides lightly, making him bite his lip and breathe in sharply. 

 With one last poke, harder than the ones before, she let her hand drift to his lap, leaving it sitting innocently just above the now much-more-visible bulge in his pants. Using her other hand, she scratched the tops of his fingers lightly where they gripped the armrest. She slid her pointer finger under his pinky and pulled up, making him raise his hand from the armrest. She flipped his hand over, palm up, and let him settle it back down onto the armrest between them. 

 Using just her thumb, she started to trace the lines and wrinkles on his palm. When he curled his fingers towards hers, she used her other hand to smooth them back down flat. “I’m touching you right now. You’re not touching me. Got it?” She whispered into his ear, letting her lips touch the shell briefly and softly. All James could do was nod once curtly. Satisfied that he would keep still, at least for a moment, she let her hand slide back down to his lap, this time gently cupping the tip of the bulge with her palm. 

 She traced her thumb up the side of his hand, up his fingers, and down into the sensitive space between each one. When she got to the skin between his pinky finger and the one before it, she pinched softly, causing him to try to jerk his hand away from her. She held on tight, pinching harder and when he glanced down to where her head was still on his shoulder, he could just barely see the grin spreading wide across her face. She was such a fucking tease, he thought to himself as he let his head fall back onto the headrest behind him. He slouched down in his seat, pulling them both lower and bunching the hem of his shirt up over his belly even higher. 

 Her hand slid from where she was still pinching him, so slowly over his belly it was going to drive him crazy, he was sure of it, and up and across his chest to rest on his opposite shoulder. She started to poke and knead the skin and muscle there as he settled his chin on top of her head. Sliding down to his bicep, she gave it a firm squeeze before she started to spider her fingers across the bulging muscle. She felt goosebumps explode across his skin and the bulge beneath her other palm twitched up against her skin. She palmed the head of his cock through his pants for just a brief moment, never one to turn down a chance to rub a hard cock through soft sweatpants.

He spread his legs, letting his bulge settle heavily between them and she slid her hand up and down his shaft softly, teasingly, achingly, as many times as she could before she could feel him start to pant softly in her ear. Giving it a gentle flick, she slid her hand slightly up to the soft strip of skin where his belly met pubes. Using just one finger, she slid slowly back and forth, all the way from one soft side of his torso to the other, back and forth, over and over, until he was in some sort of half-relaxed, half-tense state that made his head feel cozy and cloudy.

 He had just fully settled into her rhythm when she slid her hand back to his side, squeezing and jiggling the skin and chub she found there softly. He laughed into her ear softly, which made her squeeze harder. Using her nails, she dug them in after each squeeze, leaving tiny red, crescent moon shapes behind. His goosebumps had spread, covering almost his entire upper body and when she put her other hand on his knee, he felt them start to pop up on his legs as well. His cock started to strain against the fabric of his sweatpants, standing so tall it almost brushed her arm.

 There’s only so much a girl can pretend to ignore, she laughed to herself as she fully cupped his bulge with her other hand, still squeezing and jiggling his sides. She gave it a few firm squeezes and felt it pump inside her grasp. James tilted his hips up, pushing the head of his cock up towards her. She started to stroke him faster, still through his sweatpants as her other hand moved from his side back to his belly, fingers sliding over his bellybutton but not dipping in. Not yet. 

 She used the same spider technique to trace all the way around his bellybutton a few times before letting the pad of her pointer finger just slightly sink down into his bellybutton before quickly pulling it back out. His cock pulsed underneath her. She used her pointer finger to trace the smooth skin directly around his bellybutton before sliding her finger into the hole quickly. She wiggled and swirled her finger around and around until he was practically bucking up into her hand. She let her middle finger join in the fun, shoving it into and stretching his bellybutton even further. She scissored her fingers back and forth, stretching and playing with his bellybutton as his cock grew harder and harder. 

 He couldn’t take it, she had to stop, it felt too good, he should stop her, he was going to bust right here in the movie theater seat just from a girl shoving her fingers in his bellybutton he thought to himself with embarrassment immediately coloring his cheeks. He reached down to put his hand over hers, stilling her movements from where she was still stroking him. 

 Her only answer was to plunge her fingers as deep down in his bellybutton as she could while she gripped his cock with equal strength. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready to stop.” She licked the shell of his ear and then her head was down towards his lap and her tongue was replacing her two hardworking fingers, sliding deep and wet and warm into his button. The warmth of her breath, her lips, her spit nearly drove him crazy. He was bucking up into her hand again, this time almost recklessly and he realized he didn’t care that the movie theater was empty except for them, he would have kept bucking up into her warm, soft hand even if they were in a packed theater. It felt so damn good. And her mouth, her tongue, her lips, chewing and sucking and biting his bellybutton was going to make him cum in his fucking pants. 

 She could tell he was getting close, speeding up her strokes and varying the speed and grip of her strokes. His bellybutton was a mess now, sopping wet and kissed, sucked, and licked red. She pulled back, looking up at him with big, brown eyes, and licked her lips. 

 He groaned, louder than appropriate and she giggled softly. She leaned back down and began to blow, the coolness of her breath making his wet bellybutton tingle. When she blew in hard, sending her breath as far down into her bellybutton as she could, he couldn’t help himself. 

 He pumped wildly into her hand as she kept stroking him and too soon, so soon, so fast, so good, he felt himself release and spill into his boxers underneath his sweatpants. She gave him a few more soft, easy strokes and a kiss on his ear before she pulled his shirt down, grabbed her Icee, and took a large gulp. She focused her eyes on the screen, not even breathing heavily, and looked just like she’d been watching the movie all along. He took a few deep breaths, looking around sheepishly to make sure they weren’t  going to get caught. Carefully, he got to his feet, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

 ”When I get back from cleaning up this mess, you’re next.”

 Her only answer was a quick tongue-between-her-teeth-grin before she sipped another drink of her Icee and focused her eyes back on the movie screen.