Navel Shopkeeper

Navel tea 🫗

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Jeevan's eyes twinkled as he watched Kiara stretch out on the grass in her transparent white saree, the sun casting playful shadows across her face. He had a mischievous smile on his lips, his mind already swirling with an idea that might just amuse her. Her navel was visible through the light fabric seducing Jeevan, her elder 70 yr old husband's friend.

"Kiara," he said, his voice light, "today I'm going to teach you something truly special. It's an ancient tradition-something so rare, not many know about it."

Kiara, half-suspicious but intrigued, raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be, Jeevan?"

He leaned down and whispered, "Navel Tea."

She blinked. "Navel tea? Are you serious?"

Jeevan chuckled, pulling a small basket from his bag. "Oh, very serious. It's a ritual that's been passed down for centuries-purely for those with a sense of humor."

Kiara sat up, still skeptical. "What do you need for this... ritual?"

Jeevan grinned as he pulled out a small collection of fresh tea leaves, their earthy scent filling the air. He gestured to her stomach. "First, we need the perfect vessel. The navel is ideal, as it's connected to the center of the body's energy."

Kiara couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity, but she played along. "Alright, let's see this 'ancient tradition'."

He carefully sprinkled the tea leaves over her deep dark T shaped sexy seductive navel, watching as they gently nestled in place. "Now, we must add water-just a few drops. This is where the magic happens."

Kiara watched in amusement as Jeevan cupped a small amount of cool water in his hand, letting a few drops fall onto the leaves. The water pooled around her navel, the leaves rustling playfully as they soaked in the liquid. Her body quivered as the water splashed into her navel.

"Now, we stir," he said, placing his finger into the water, swirling it gently. "This is the secret: you must stir with intention and focus, as the tea can only be truly brewed with the right energy."

Kiara leaned back, relaxing into the moment. "This is ridiculous," she said with a grin. "But I'll admit, it's kind of fun." She enjoyed Jeevan fingering her navel hole.

Jeevan chuckled, lifting his finger. "And now, the final step. We must taste it, of course."

He dipped his finger into the mixture, brought it to his lips, and pretended to savor it with exaggerated delight. "Ah, the perfect brew."

Kiara burst into laughter. "You're unbelievable. But I guess if I ever need tea, I'll know where to go."

Jeevan leaned over her, his eyes dancing with mischief. "There's always room for one more lesson in the ancient ways," he said, offering her a playful wink.

Kiara burst into laughter as she tried to squirm away, but Jeevan gently placed his hands on her hips, keeping her in place. "The other ingredient: mint. You need the cooling, refreshing power of mint to balance the intensity of life." He gently pressed the leaves onto her navel with a flourish, causing her to giggle at the absurdity of it all.

"And now," he continued, his tone dramatic, "we need lemongrass. It's the spice of life-quite literally. A little zest for the soul."

He sprinkled the leaves onto her skin, laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing was, but Kiara couldn't deny that she was enjoying herself.

"And finally, we need the tea leaves." He held up the delicate white tea leaves, which he had harvested just that morning. "These symbolize purity and balance."

Kiara raised her eyebrows. "Balance, huh? You do realize this is the weirdest thing I've ever agreed to."

Jeevan just grinned, eyes sparkling. "Patience, Kiara. You'll see. Now, we must add the next crucial ingredient."

Kiara tilted her head. "What's that?"

"Water," he said, dramatically reaching for a pitcher of cool water, which he poured carefully into her navel, just a few drops at first. "The water must be pure, clear, and at the perfect temperature to awaken the tea leaves."

Kiara's breath caught as the cool liquid touched her skin, sending a shiver through her. She laughed, but the unexpected sensation made her feel more connected to the moment than she'd anticipated.

Jeevan smiled at her response. "Now, we stir," he said, dipping his finger into the water and slowly swirling it in small circles, as though he were truly preparing a special brew. "This is the trickiest part-stirring with intention. The energy of the tea must flow into you, Kiara."

Kiara watched, amused, as he took the ritual more seriously than she could have imagined. "Well, I guess this is the most unique tea ceremony I've ever seen."

Jeevan chuckled, lowering his face slightly, pretending to examine the "tea" closely. "Almost ready," he murmured, as if preparing for the final, most important step. "But every great tea needs its final touch-milk. To soften the brew and make it rich."

Before Kiara could react, he had already poured a small amount of fresh milk from a nearby container onto her navel. The white liquid mixed with the herbs and water, creating a strange but somehow pleasant concoction. The sight of it made Kiara laugh even harder.

"What is this, Jeevan?" she asked between fits of laughter.

Jeevan smiled at her reaction. "You're about to find out."

He dipped his finger in the mixture and stirred it one last time, tasting it theatrically as if it were the finest tea in the world. "Ah, yes. Perfect."

Kiara burst out laughing, completely entertained by the absurdity of it all. "You're insane."

Jeevan winked, leaning in with a playful grin. "Now comes the best part."

He dipped his finger back into the tea, then gently brought it to her lips, offering her a playful taste of the strange brew. "A little sip to seal the tradition."

Kiara paused, then leaned forward, letting him feed her the tea with a teasing, delighted smile. It wasn't exactly tea in the usual sense, but the moment felt surprisingly intimate, and it made them both laugh even harder.

Jeevan leaned back, wiping his hands on his shirt. "Well, there you have it. Navel tea, made with love, humor, and a bit of chaos."

Kiara wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. "That's definitely the strangest thing I've ever tasted. But I'll admit, I kind of like it."

Jeevan slurped the navel tea from Kiara's navel. "Mmm mmm so good," he said. He transferred the tea from her navel to her luscious soft plump juicey sexy lips. She kissed him back passionately. "Mmm mwah mmm mwah mmm mwah," they kissed laying there in the grass of the garden away from her husband, a mischievous night.