The Discovery

Originally Entitled -- "Discovery"

A Re-creation of the Original Tale

Written earlier by me, StrangeSounds2003

He briskly walked through the mall, as he did every other day, in a hurry to get to the office supply store before time ran out. There were a lot of supplies for him to order and purchase -- as was his duty. He was the stockman for his company, assuring them that supplies of paper, pens, tape, etc., were all kept up -- as well as his other ordering duties.

He took the same path every single time he went through the mall, passing by this particular record store, thinking nothing of it in his haste to reach the supply store. Being slightly out of breath at this moment, he decided to sit on the bench, just outside the record store and take a breather. Combing his hand through his graying hair, after-all, he was in his 50's -- not getting any younger, he watched the teenagers going in and out of the store, some with earphones on, listening to their newly-bought "tunes".

He saw this particular sales girl helping this one gentleman who seemed to be impatient and gesturing rather excitedly. He seemed to be explaining to her what he wanted with some difficulty. She was this pretty girl, probably in her early twenties, he guessed, wearing the latest fashions; little dangles in her ears, very attractive red hair, a rather slight build, and wearing an attractive, semi-short shirt, showing off her pretty pink waist with this little diamond spangle twinkling from her navel as she moved. Abruptly, catching an idea, she walked briskly over to a shelf and began reaching high up to retrieve something.

Arching her back as she reached up, the man sitting on the bench watched as her shirt rose up nice-and-high revealing practically all of her pretty, pink tummy. It was then that she looked down at the middle-aged gentleman who was intently staring at her with a smile on his face, obviously enjoying "the view", fully oblivious to the fact that he was even gawking at her. Gaining a cute, sly smirk on her face, she winked at him, smiling at having being "admired". Then she returned to helping the gentleman by lifting the item off the shelf and handing it to him. The gentleman-in-question then apparently thanked her and rushed off to the cashier to purchase the item.

The older gentleman, Edward by name, realized what he was doing and blushed three shades of red, standing up briskly and hurrying off to the supply store - the back of his neck burning red-hot in embarrassment. Stealing a quick look at her as he rushed off, he could see that she was giggling softly to herself, holding her pink tummy, her other hand on her mouth -- her eyes beaming back at him, warmly. Totally abashed, he pulled his collar up, rushing off, his face boiling hot and beet red as he realized he had been smiled at and "Giggled At!" by a pretty young girl.

"YOU BALD-HEADED IDIOT how COULD you?????" he thought to himself as he rushed on. He had been noticing for a few days now, that his comb seemed to be catching more-and-more strands of his graying hair.

He couldn't help it though. "She" filled his mind with the sweetest of thoughts as he mindlessly performed his duties, thinking of her lovely pink waist and her soft, amused smile and the twinkle in her lovely eyes as he gazed upon her.

"Oh, what a very SWEET dream!" he thought to himself as he remembered the cute little dangle twinkling merrily from her soft, pretty navel -- or so he surmised.

Still, taking the same path he always took to get to the supply store, he realized that every time he passed the record store, he would peer-in to see if she was there -- drawn to the store like a magnet. Sometimes she wasn't, sometimes she was -- and at those times it seems she also went out of her way to notice him and smile -- which of course brought on a new flood of embarrassment as he hurried on by, his eyes twinkling none-the-less.

"Were her shirts getting shorter and shorter, or was it my imagination?" he mused as he dashed on by.

This went on for weeks as he hurriedly went by the store, chancing a peek and being rewarded by her soft giggle, an elated gleam in her eye, a wink, and even a toss of her hair as she arched her back -- "just for him??????" he wondered.

"OH, MY GOD!" he thought, as he swooshed on by. "Oh that sweet, fiery mane of Beautiful Hair - oh, what a very pretty girl indeed!" Thoughts of her swirled dizzyingly through his mind as he envisioned her arching her back "just for him?" he hoped. He shuddered as he hungered inwardly to place a soft kiss on that lovely tummy of hers.

At night, he would lay in bed staring up at the stars visible through the skylight above his bed, his head swimming with the sweetest of fantasies, all involving her. He would imagine her slowly swaying up to him, wearing a severely skimpy shirt and daisy-dukes, her pretty legs bare, her little feet bare, her toes painted ruby-colored with little gold speckles in it. Slowly, siren-like she would arch her back, stroking her hands slowly through her, long, thick, red hair as she "belly danced" towards him, straddling his chest as she lay on him in the bed, gently caressing her soft, large deep, oval navel gently against his mouth as his old-tired body would explode in ecstasy, pulling his face deeply into her lovely, rounded navel-mound, his tongue slipping slowly and deeply into her quivering, pink-pale navel.

He had never SEEN a sight so beautiful! She DID have a sweetly-pronounced navel mound! Remembering every characteristic of her lovely body, he realized that in his eyes, she had the most PERFECT waist he had ever SEEN!!!! -- A deep, curvy waist, a sweet pronounced navel mound where her navel sat like a ruby being carried by a page in a royal processional; an overly large, oval, deep navel that caused his mouth to water thinking about it; a navel with such a sweet-soft, gentle inward curve, it was like looking at a gracefully throated bud-vase or wine glass. How he HUNGERED to imbibe and become totally DRUNK from that wine glass! Indeed, she was the LOVELIEST creature he had ever seen! - from the crown of her hair that would burn him to CINDERS should he dare touch it, down to those perfect, tiny, kissable feet with those nibble-able, wiggly ruby-glistening toes. He caught himself, praying silently to himself, that that smile of hers was totally meant for him, and that one day, he would have her in his arms, drinking the sweetest of love-wines from that pretty, perfect siren-navel of hers.

AAAAHHH, what wonderful dreams he had on her account.

It was Saturday, and it certainly wasn't a day he was scheduled to go to the supply store. However, he decided he would wander by the record store and see if she was in. Maybe, just MAYBE he would even screw-up enough courage to wander-in, nonchalantly of-course, to peek at the records to see if any "Eagles" or "Journey" recordings were available. His mind racing, his mouth practically dry as a stone, gulping air, he approached the record store walking in hesitating steps, practically in a PANIC. He was scared-to-death that "she was there" and also scared-to-death that she wasn't. Sweat covering his brow, his collar sticky from the stuff, he approached cautiously, peering inside, a nervous, quivering smile on his face.

He quickly changed to a mouth-drooping, shoulder sagging, crushed frown as he disappointedly realized that she was NOT there! Looking around feverishly, trying to maintain his "non-existent cool" he searched for her until a male salesperson came up to him and said,

"Can I help you?"

Forcing down a gulp, he replied, "No, that's fine! Thanks!" Then, in the process of turning to leave he added, "Uhhh, is that red-haired girl working today?"

"Who, Angela? No, she's off today. But, if you'd like, I can let her know you stopped in. Are you her dad or something?" he asked.

"Uhhhh, no, that's ok! Thanks!" Spinning on his heels, he abruptly left.

He had to sit down! He didn't even realize his hands were shaking like leaves in a hurricane! Feeling rather dizzy, his legs were weak and his head was practically dripping in sweat! He looked like he was having a heart attack. He wasn't though, and decided to compose himself as best as he could. After all, he WAS a 56 year old gentleman who should NOT go chasing after young "skirts!" Shaking himself inwardly, he wandered on over to the nearby donut shop to grab himself a donut and a cold glass of milk, to sit and compose himself for a bit.

Gazing through the display of donuts, he chose his favorite - a cinnamon roll, giving his order to the clerk along with a large, cold glass of milk. Placing everything on a tray, the clerk tallied his fee which he paid for with a "Thank You" as he picked it up and began heading for a seat near the door.

"OH, MY GOD, there she is!!!!!" he thought, his hands shaking again, milk spilling all over his tray, nearly dropping it. He realized that she was walking UP to Him!!! Wearing the skimpiest of tied-up shirts and daisy-duke cutoffs -- JUST LIKE IN HIS DREAMS, she slowly sauntered up to him, smiling.

Practically tripping on his own tongue, he was a total MESS. Making a huge fool of himself he heard her whisper in a soft, angelic voice:

"May I join you," smiling warmly at him.

His mouth dry and hanging open, his eyes bugged out, he slowly sank, shaking to his seat, his tray banging down on the table. He didn't say ANYTHING!!! Unable to even utter a gasp, he just sat there gazing at her until, slightly embarrassed, she remarked with a slightly hurt tone in her voice,

"Well, if you don't want me with you, maybe I'll leave!"

Stumbling to his feet, spilling the rest of his drink, soaking his donut and the table, he gasped out in a high-pitched voice, 'Yes!!! Uh, NO, Please!!!" Then, coughing and clearing his throat, gaining a very SMALL measure of composure, he called out, "No! Please, don't go -- please have a seat!"

He practically fell over himself, almost tripping on the chair leg as he dashed around the table, trying to do the "gentlemanly thing" by pulling her chair back.

Giggling softly, she looked down at the table saying, "Don't you think we should get the mess cleaned up first?"

Blushing to the point where you could practically see his toes blinking, he coughed again and said, "Uhhhh, you're right!"

The patrons sitting around in other chairs looked on this scene, some with amused smiles on their faces, some with frowns at the "audacity" of this old GEEZER! Some shrugged their shoulders, going back to their donuts. The middle-aged gentleman signaled for a clean-up while he and this uncommonly striking young girl wandered over to the counter to place their order.

Sitting back down with cinnamon rolls and milk -- they both ordered the same thing. They began to talk softly among themselves. Occasionally, he would look down, hoping to get a glance at that lovely navel/tummy of hers.

"I noticed you from the first day, staring at me while I was working in the store," she said.

This brought on a whole new group of blushes from him as he softly remarked, "Yes, I guess I was. I apologize."

Gently, smiling, she placed her hand on his -- OH, MY GOD, ELECTRICITY!!! He practically jerked his hand away, but mentally willed himself to keep it where it was.

She remarked to him, "Oh, I don't mind! Actually, I think you're cute!!! I happen to like older men."

Did he HEAR her right!!!??? Did she say she liked him and thought he was CUTE??? Did she say she liked him because of his AGE???? His HEAD was swimming! He felt dizzy, practically fainting dead on the floor! "She LIKES me?????"

Gulping, tearing at his collar as she stifled a soft-smiling giggle, he said, "I think you're the most BEAUTIFUL creature I've ever seen!" admitting this as he stared into her emerald green eyes; "and, your shirts!!!" Giggling embarrassedly, he hid his face as he tried to back-pedal from this last remark.

"They have been getting shorter, that's for sure," she remarked. The boss got mad at me for killing the dress code, but I just told him to "stuff it". After all, it brought a marked increase in business, all the guys coming in to "gawk" at me." This last remark did NOT help.

Laughing light-heartedly at his "confession", she remarked, "Hey!" and softly peeled his hands from his face, taking his hands in hers. Smiling warmly, happily, she gave her pretty head a little toss, sending lightning bolts through his body, as she said, "I'm deeply flattered that you like what you see," she said, giggling softly, a cute smirk on her lips, her head lowered slightly as she gazed up at him coyly. His heart was melting from those "GREEN, EMERALD EYES." "Would you like to walk me home?" she added.

He couldn't believe what he just heard!!! He practically took his hearing aid out of his ear, although he didn't actually have one. If he had, he would have removed it and commence banging it on the table, to insure that he had heard her correctly, that the "Infernal Contraption" was working right. He would have liked to have done the same thing with his HEAD!

Practically hiding his head, he looked up at her through soft "cow-eyes" and smiled, whispering, "Yes."

"Good! Then, let's finish our goodies and be off!" she said with a gleam in her eyes, tossing her pretty sun-lit hair. There were other guys in the shop, totally enraptured by this and silently loathing the man for having "ensorcelled" such a vision!

"What a lucky man!!! How come "I" couldn't get such a beauty as her????" they pondered through clenched teeth.

Finishing up, he eagerly jumped to his feet as she "floated" over to him, lacing her arm through his as they walked off towards her house.

"It's just a couple of blocks from here, actually," she added as they walked out of the donut shop.

"Oh, this lovely Vision!!!!" She even let him place his arm around her pretty, bare waist!!! "Oh, what an indescribably SWEET feeling!!!" He couldn't help but caress her pretty waist softly as they walked, his fingers dancing lightly, lovingly on her cloud-soft, deeply-curved side. Inwardly, she thrilled at his hand being where it was at, enjoying his soft, "adoring" touch on her skin. After "that fiasco" of her younger former boy-friend, the fact of her age as compared to his, and the violent breakup after his betraying her, she vowed she would NEVER love again! However, seeing this awkward, rather nerdy older guy, her heart went out to him from the first day, as she noticed his awkward attraction for her.

Arriving at her house, she took her keys out of her little belly-bag, opening the door and sweeping her hands towards her house, gesturing for him to come in. His body shivering anew, he cautiously entered her house, his nostrils pleasantly accosted by the sweet "girlish" smells coming from her apartment. Pointing him to the couch, he clumsily sat down, on edge, as she excused herself, spritely turning on her little heels and exiting.

Returning a few minutes later, barefoot, wearing a sarong, her waist attractively framed by the cloth surrounding her body, he noticed that little diamond dangle, swaying softly from her navel. Gazing at it, it had the same effect on him as a psychologist in the process of hypnotizing his patient with a watch. As he markedly watched her bauble swinging first to the left, then to the right, his wide eyes and open mouth followed every single swing as he moved his head like a cobra, following the movements of its "trainer".

She giggled at him, placing her hands on her waist as she watched him follow her bangle. Playing with him, she would "shudder" her tummy. She had taken belly dancing on a dare years before in college, and now she found herself doing belly-rolls, her arms and body swaying like "Mata Hari," performing figure-eights as she watched his eyes and body follow the bangle hypnotically.

Catching himself, he stood up abruptly, embarrassed of what he was doing, and attempted to excuse himself saying, "I shouldn't be doing this! I'm a 56 year old man falling in love with a twenty-two year old girl!!!"

"Twenty-two years old???? Are you kidding? I'm 35!" Then, her eyes softening, she added, "But, thank-you for the compliment," as she took his head in her hands and kissed him gently and warmly.

His heart racing, his mind reeling, he sat back down, gasping, "Thirty-five???? You look so young!"

"All the members of my family have been blessed with youthful looks," she added. "My father almost got beat-up once, because these guys thought that he was trying to move-in on a young teen-age girl. They were married and my mother was in her mid-twenties!" she giggled.

Both of them laughing, he finally resumed staring at her bauble, then asked rather bravely, "May I ask you to remove your dangle? I think your navel is so very sweet without it."

"Remove it!!!???" she laughed, amused. "Why? What's the attraction in my belly-button?"

"I'm sorry; I've always been attracted by a lovely girl's waist, ever since I was a kid! I suppose it came from high-school and the advent of the bikini. All the guys ever seemed to want to see was "Her Boobs" while I loved looking at this soft, swaying, shivering tummy of those lovely girls I saw. I suppose it was because, if you asked a girl if you could see her "boobs" it would either get you decked on the floor as she stomps your life out with her stiletto heels, or her leaping into your arms, practically wanting you to do her on the lunch-room table! I never wanted to take that chance. However, if I asked a girl if I could see her navel, they may chuckle, but most were willing to let me view it. Besides, I could never see what the attraction was for large breasts!"

"That's good, being that I have fairly small ones," she added. "But, why my belly?"

"I suppose, it's because all of us feel every single emotion through our stomachs. When we laugh, it leaps, when we cry, it shudders. When we're worried, we clutch our stomachs against this huge pain we feel deep inside. Oh, how very attractive it is to see a pretty girl crying, her tummy shuddering as she holds it in, pressing into her tummy to soothe it. I would feel bad for her, but her shuddering tummy couldn't help but get my mouth to watering every time.

"Once, when I was working in a hospital, my partner and I was taking the elevator down to the ground floor when a tiny, pretty little pixie-of-a-blonde-haired girl entered the elevator going down. She was wearing a white tied-up shirt and low-slung cutoffs, her pretty, painted-toed feet in flip-flops. She was so very SWEET looking! She was holding her bare tummy, crying softly, her heart broken. You could see her tummy jumping! OH, my GOD, how I wanted to reach out to her and HOLD her! Every single instinct in me cried-out to take her in my arms and HOLD her! Common sense, however, said -- Uh uh Uhhhhh!"

"Good choice!" she admitted.

Thinking for a moment, he added, "Have you ever been kissed on your navel?"

Laughing, she said, "No! What's the deal with my belly-button? After all, it's just a scar left over from when you were born? It's just a left-over 'hole!'"

"I don't know, I just think yours is the most attractive one I have EVER seen! Please, would you remove your dangle? If you don't mind one-time, I would love to kiss it. Then, if you wish, I will leave."

Shrugging her shoulders amusedly, she said, "Ok, why not," and took the dangle out of her navel. "There!" And then with a softer voice, she said, "You don't have to leave."

Walking slowly up to him, she let him put his hands on her waist, chuckling inwardly; then, "OH, my GOD!!!!" It was as if she had just been run-through with a javelin!!! She found herself gasping in a fast intake of breath as she felt his lips gently touching her navel! She couldn't believe this feeling!!! She almost doubled-over as she involuntarily pulled her tummy deeply in, clutching it protectively! She had never FELT this sensation before! Of course, whenever she bathed and cleaned out her belly-button, she enjoyed feeling her finger in there, and also enjoyed moving it around and pressing firmly into it. She even liked caressing and pressing her bare belly, but Kissing it????? She stepped back, clutching her belly, pulling it deeply in, panting, as his eyes followed her abrupt movement, her belly quivering as she gasped.