Enjoying My Neighbour's Navel

I've always had a deep appreciation for the beauty of the navel since my childhood. This story is about a memorable encounter with a neighbour that allowed me to enjoy her beautiful navel.

My neighbour Neha, a slender and tall young woman standing at 5 feet 9 inches. She's in her mid-to-late twenties, still unmarried. Neha possesses a lovely mixed complexion and has a graceful pear-shaped body.

Neha is a newcomer to our town, having relocated here for her new job. She shares her home with her two sisters, Preeti, the middle sibling, and Archana, the youngest. Our houses are conveniently situated right next to each other.

In just a matter of weeks, a strong bond had formed between our families. I had also struck up a particularly friendly connection with Preeti, the middle sibling, as she and I were both 23 years old.

I never entertained any inappropriate or lustful thoughts about these girls since they were close to my family. Moreover, they typically wore traditional attire such as salwar suits, with only occasional appearances in jeans and Kurtis, leaving no opportunity for me to notice anything suggestive.

Now, let's delve into the heart of the story. It was the summertime, and the holidays had just begun. Neha's two sisters had gone to their parents' home, leaving Neha behind due to her job commitments. Around this time, there was a wedding function, and our family received an invitation. Upon hearing this, my mother kindly extended an invitation to Neha to join us as well.

We attended the party, and Neha joined us. My family and Neha travelled in the car, while I opted to ride my bike.

We were thoroughly enjoying the function, and dinner had concluded by around 11:30 pm. I noticed Neha approaching my mom and engaging in conversation. Shortly after, my mom called me aside and requested that I escort Neha back home. I inquired about the reason, but my mom didn't provide a direct answer, instead, she insisted that I take her home.

As Neha and I prepared to leave, I couldn't help but inquire why she was departing so early. She responded, "I'm not feeling well." In a concerned tone, I asked, 'Should I stop at a pharmacy for some medicine?' To which she gently declined, saying, "No, that's alright. A little rest will do the trick." I didn't press any further and simply drove her home.

We arrived home, and it was already half an hour past midnight, with just 10 minutes left until 12:30 am. As Neha got off the bike, she turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, You had to leave the party because of me." I reassured her, "Don't apologize, it's perfectly fine." With that, we both headed to our respective homes. However, around 1 am, I received a call from Neha. She sounded quite upset and asked me to come to her house.

I promptly went to her house and gently knocked on the door. Neha opened the door, and at that moment, it was evident that she was in considerable discomfort and pain. What struck me was that she hadn't even changed out of the dress she had worn to the function.

I entered her house and inquired about what had happened. Neha explained that she was experiencing severe stomach pain, possibly due to trapped gas or something similar. She expressed her desire to contact my mom to inquire if she would be returning home soon. I replied, "None of my family members will be back until morning; they plan to stay there until the wedding festivities conclude."

Neha responded with, "It's okay, no need to trouble your mom." To which I replied, "Are you sure, I can call her and ask her to return." However, she quickly dismissed the idea, saying, "That won't be necessary; I've already inconvenienced you, and I don't want to trouble your mom."

I responded, "Alright then, let me at least get some medicines for you." As I made a move to leave, Neha stopped me with a gentle, "No, please don't go." Puzzled, I asked, "Why not?" She explained, "Did you notice, while we were returning from the function, the nearby stores were already closed, and it's quite late now. Going to a store far away wouldn't be safe at this hour." Concerned, I inquired, "Are you sure you can tolerate the pain?" She nodded and replied, "Yes, I'll manage."