The meeting had gone on far too long, and still, they were getting no further. Gillian was, by now, fed up as she had no input into this meeting and frustrated by the indecision to move it forward. She had made plans for the evening, but they had gone out of the window. It would be too difficult to make it home, change, and meet the date. Gillian had resigned herself to the fact that she would spend the night alone, again. Gillian was not an unattractive woman. In fact, she was good-looking, with a shapely figure. Unfortunately, she just spent most of her time at work for work and not enough for herself. Finally, the meeting finished because of the heat of the room rather than a successful outcome. Most of the men decided to go for a drink, Mary had to rush off home, so they all left quickly, leaving Gillian to clear up. She just got it done then drove home.

The day was especially hot inland, which made the drive home even more of an ordeal after a wasted day. As if the head of the day was not enough, she found herself in slow-moving traffic. For half an hour, she slowly moved forward until she reached the turning, only to find there was diversion at it. She decided to move out of the traffic and take the alternative route along the coast. Even though it was longer, it would be free of traffic and people, two things she could do without for the rest of the day. On the coast road, she found the peace she had craved for all that day, and this gave her time to look and view the scenery. She caught sight of the sea crashing against the large rocks, and she decided to pull over and watch for a while.

As she sat in the car, she became aware of how sweaty and sticky she was, especially her back and legs. She sat forward to free herself from the seat, pulled her blouse out from her skirt and off her back. Although this cooled her a little, she became more uncomfortable with the wet sticky sweat on her legs. At first, she tried to brush her legs with her hands, but it made no difference as she was wearing tights. As there was no room to remove them in the driver's seat, she moved to the passenger seat and pushed it back. While she was out of the car, she looked around and found herself all alone and free from prying eyes.

Feeling comfortable that she was alone, Gillian tried to pull off her tights, but they did not budge. Pushing her back against the seat and raising her hips up and forward to lift her bottom, Gillian put her hands under her skirt and slid them under the tights to slide them down. This time Gillian used a gentle movement and found her finger touching buttocks tenderly. Her own touch surprised her as it had been a long time since she was held or touched as a woman should be. Gillian pushed the tights from under her bottom. Then she moved her hands to the top of them in front of her crutch. In pushing the leggings off, Gillian touched the front of her panties. She continued to push the tights down, kicking off her shoes and removing them. After they were off, she sat back with her legs apart and sighed with relief. Her hands fell on top of her thighs with the fingers inside her thighs.

Now she could brush off the sweat by moving her fingers down towards her knees, and in doing so, she started to feel the sensation of gentle fingers upon her thighs. She closed her eyes and concentrated on this forgotten sensation rather than removing the excess water off her legs. The touch became lighter and more sensual as she experienced the relaxation and excitement it brought. Her fingers moved higher up towards the top of her legs. Gillian had left her skirt around her waist, and looking down, she saw her pubic region pushing through her panties and longing to be touched.

It was inevitable that she would soon find herself with her fingers. Once she reached the top of her legs to touch her panties with the tip of her index finger, she stopped for a moment in anticipation. Her left hand slipped further on the inside of her left leg. Her right hand moved in front and on top of her panties over her mound. Gillian rubbed across herself, at first, then up and down until she placed her fingers between her legs. She felt the wetness of herself on her panties, her vagina wetness, not sweat. Her body began to move in harmony with her fingers rubbing in front of her vagina. She held the top inside of her legs again with both hands, and using the fingers on her left hand to hold out her panties, she slipped the fingers of her right hand onto the lips of her wet and wanting vagina.

Gillian momentarily stopped to listen if anyone was nearby, then closed her eyes, lifted her thighs, and slid two fingers inside herself. She moved them inside her, pushing in and pulling back until she climaxed and then fell back onto the seat, sitting on her left hand, resting for a while to catch her breath. Pulling her hand from under her, she realised the sensation of touch upon her bottom. Thrilled with the previous experience, Gillian decided to explore herself further and quickly slipped off her panties to gain greater access to herself. Not wanting to completely expose herself, she tided her blouse into her skirt as she covered the front of her with it. The almost knee-length light pleated skirt afforded both access to her buttocks and the coverage in front. It was then she heard the footsteps on the shingle coming towards her.

Her hands shot from under her, pulling the skirt down as her feet kicked the clothes on the floor of the car out of sight, and she sat back pretending to be asleep. The unwelcome visitor knocked on the top of the car and stood by the passenger's door. Gillian opened her right eye slightly and turned that way to see who was there, only to find she was looking at the crutch of a pair of grey-coloured trousers. Her heart began to beat very fast. The visitor stooped, and Gillian became aware of a slim waist and a matching ribbed sweater covering a pair of well-formed medium breasts. It was Stephanie, a lady who lived in the same complex as Gillian.

"You look as though you could use a drink," said Stephanie and continued, "Why don't you come back to my place before you go home?"

"That sounds a good idea," Gillian replied.

Gillian thought about putting her panties back on but decided not to. Stephanie got into her low two-seater sports car, which explained why she wore heavy clothes on such a warm day. Stephanie set off first, and Gillian followed. When they arrived at their location, they pulled into their own parking lot, and Gillian walked over to Stephanie's apartment.

The door was open, and Gillian entered, shouting a hello. Stephanie called down to tell Gillian she was changing and for her to help herself to a drink. Looking around the apartment, Gillian made herself a Martini and then sat in a big armchair, then sipped her drink.

"Would you like a drink, Stephanie?" Gillian shouted.

"Yes, please. Bourbon on the rocks," came the reply.

Gillian made the drink when Stephanie walked into the room. She was wearing white trousers fitting her tightly and a short blouse tied above her waist, leaving her midriff bare. Gillian stopped as she looked at Stephanie's figure. As Stephanie came in, the light from the kitchen shone through her blouse, revealing her naked breasts, a little small but firm with uplifted and hard nipples.

Stephanie walked over to Gillian and enquired why Gillian was staring at her as she took the drink.

"I'm sorry," said Gillian, "it's just that you have a great figure with such a flat tummy. I have tried almost everything to get a flat tummy but have never succeeded."

"You have a good figure yourself, Gillian. You just need the right exercise. Finish your drink, and I'll show you," Stephanie told Gillian in her gentle yet commanding way. Gillian did just that, and Stephanie took her hand and led her to the other side of the room, where they stood in front of a big mirror.

"It is all about these lower muscles here," Stephanie said as she placed her hands on her lower tummy. Her thumbs were along the waistband of her panties and the open fingers pointing towards her crutch. "Now you have to pull these muscles in while you exhale." Stephanie's long fingers smoothed their way over her pubic region. "Now you try it, Gillian."

Gillian put her hands on herself and sucked in her tummy, trying to feel these muscles contract. "I can't feel anything," said Gillian, and she tried again.

"Look! Do it like this," Stephanie showed her by taking Gillian's hand and placing it on her own tummy as she pulled it in. "Can you feel that now?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes, I think so," Gillian answered and tried again, but she could not feel the muscles contract. 

"Let's see if this will help," Stephanie suggested. 

She placed Gillian in front of her and put those long fingers on Gillian's lower tummy then told Gillian to pull in as she pulled with her fingers. "That's it, now can you feel it, Gillian?"

"I think so," Gillian replied, "but I could not feel it when I did it."

Stephanie explained, "When I started, I could not feel the muscles unless I was touching my skin, so it may be the clothes that prevent you from feeling them. Try putting your fingers inside your skirt."

Gillian did try it once more and found some response but complained the skirt was too tight.

"Well, just take it off," Stephanie said as she saw the zip at the back. Without thinking, she unzipped Gillian's skirt and put her hands back upon Gillian's tummy. It fell to the floor, exposing Gillian without panties.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I have embarrassed you," Stephanie exclaimed as both of them looked at Gillian in the mirror. Gillian tried to cover herself with her hands but inadvertently caught Stephanie's hands as well and placed them in front of her. Both women froze, but none of them tried to move their hands away.

Gillian could feel the excitement grow between her legs and opened them slightly. Stephanie pressed her fingers onto Gillian's tummy with the tips of her fingers, covering Gillian's pubic hair, and moved closer to Gillian. Their eyes met in the mirror, and their facial expressions each asked, "What do we do next?"

As Gillian was holding Stephanie's hands, she moved them down towards her vagina. Sensing this, Stephanie curled her fingers to touch Gillian's wet lips. Two middle fingers of Stephanie's right hand extended to reach inside Gillian. To do this, Stephanie slid herself around Gillian's body until she stood side-on to Gillian, pressing her vagina against Gillian's leg. The long fingers went deep inside Gillian all the way and played inside her. Gillian's right hand moved around Stephanie's back to touch her bare skin as they placed their cheeks together and gently rubbed them. Gillian could feel Stephanie's breath on her neck and enjoyed the embrace. Her hand moved down over Stephanie's bottom and began to explore it. Gillian pushed her hand under Stephanie's butt and then on to each buttock.

Stephanie whispered in Gillian's ear, "Under my panties," then kissed Gillian on the neck.

Gillian moved her hand up above the waistband then slid it under the trousers and between Stephanie's buttocks. Stephanie's left hand undid the trouser zip to allow Gillian more room, and Gillian responded by feeling Stephanie's butt all over. It felt so good. Stephanie's continued to undress by undoing her blouse, exposing her breast and now hard nipples. Gillian now wanted to finger inside Stephanie and tried to reach under her from behind. Stephanie pushed out slightly and placed her slit right on Gillian's fingers. Gillian used her middle finger to enter Stephanie and pushed in as far as she could. Stephanie responded by moving closer to Gillian and rubbed herself against Gillian's leg. The women looked at each other momentarily then kissed each other hard and passionately.

Stephanie pulled back to release each of them from their grip. Then she stood in front of Gillian to undo her blouse and remove her bra. Gillian slipped Stephanie's open shirt off her shoulders and pulled at her trousers. With help from Stephanie, the trousers were removed, and both women stood naked next to each other. Stephanie led Gillian over to the couch and laid her down while she knelt on the floor beside her. They kissed each other again, held each other's breasts, then Stephanie kissed Gillian's neck, her breasts, and her tummy on the navel. In expectancy, Gillian lay back and parted her legs as Stephanie's kisses progressed downwards. Stephanie re-positioned herself between Gillian's legs and gently kissed the inside of her right thigh. She continued kissing up alternative thighs, from Gillian's knees to her ready and waiting vagina. Not only was this the first time Gillian had been treated so tenderly and lovingly, it was also the first time she had ever been kissed there. As Stephanie came closer, her cheek touched Gillian's wet lips and would rub them gently as Stephanie's kisses swapped from one leg to the other.

Gillian had not known such an intense feeling. She wanted to cum and hold back at the same time, wanted to shake with excitement and keep calm. She wanted Stephanie's tongue inside her, and she wanted it now. Stephanie faced Gillian's wanting position and lifted her head slightly to kiss Gillian's mound. She slid her mouth down in front of Gillian and kissed her vulva tenderly, then licked her wet lips all over. With her long slender fingertips, Stephanie reached up, opened Gillian's vagina from both sides. Her tongue pushed deep inside Gillian. Stephanie moved her tongue in and out, up and down, and Gillian thrust her pelvis with the movement. One more big thrust hard against Stephanie's face as she came and came, then held herself there for some time.

Gillian collapsed onto the couch with exhaustion and excitement. Stephanie now stood up, then lay next to half on top of Gillian. The women embraced each other as their breasts touched and their nipples excited each other. They kissed each other tenderly then passionately, then tenderly again, and rested for a while. Gillian sensed this new enjoyment of touch, explored Stephanie's body with her hands, then her lips, and found herself kissing and licking Stephanie's vagina. She enjoyed touching Stephanie as much as she enjoyed Stephanie's touch.

The two women explored each other all that night until they fell asleep on the couch. In the morning, Gillian dressed and went home to shower.