Mature Woman's Younger Girlfriend, Part 1
After 20 years of marriage, I found myself divorced, alone
and pretty bitter at the age of 41. The divorce had been extremely
unpleasant although there were no lovers on either side
involved. For whatever reason, we had just lost interest
in each other. Since we own a company together, it proved
awkward to stick around after I had received a gigantic
settlement that had left my ex just about broke. Feeling
it was time for a change, I went to a headhunter agency and
found myself in a very comfortable, great-paying job in
Honolulu. This was just about as far away from Chicago as
I could get without going to a foreign country, and I was
sick of winter, anyway. Despite the gorgeous beachfront
house and the life in paradise, I was still very unhappy.
My ex had treated me very badly towards the end and I was really
feeling useless to anyone outside of work. Rather than
start drinking alone, I took evening classes at the university
just for fun, and this is where I met my future girlfriend,
a lovely, nubile 25-year-old Hawaiian-born beauty named
Desiree. Typical of Hawaii, Desi (as everyone called her)
had a colorful heritage, being part Japanese and Polynesian
on her father's side and native Hawaiian and Swedish
on her mother's side. She possessed the lush dark Tahitian
hair seen on conditioner commercials, the light cream
colored skin, and blue eyes that made Paul Newman's
look pale. Desi was also tall (about 5'9") and
muscular from all the sports she engaged in, but she had
a curvy full figure with absolutely perfect breasts. I'm
not ugly - I have short natural blonde hair and hazel eyes,
with the Irish pale skin and a few freckles - but I needed
cosmetics to bring out my good points. Desi needed nothing.
When I met her, I remember thinking, "Damn, I wish
I looked like that." We struck up a friendship partly
due to the fact that we both spoke Swedish, but we had other
interests in common. Desi had finished her M.A. and was
doing six months as a research assistant for a professor.
She came from some big-yet-old money, and was an only child,
so she could write her own ticket. As intelligent as she
was, she was very playful and childlike in many aspects,
and she was frightfully spoiled, but not in a bad way. People
just did what she wanted because she was such a beauty. She
wasn't perfect, however, as attested to by her nasty
break-up with her boyfriend of some five years. Unlike
me, she wasn't bitter about her split, just philosophical.
She said there'd be other guys, and she could amuse
herself elsewhere and "just play" until The
Right One came alone. She fully intended to marry and have
children, but when she felt like it, not the guy, and the
hell with what her family thought. This is when I found out
the "playing" entailed liaisons with other
girls, something I found interesting but not surprising.
I wasn't getting anything from anyone, so I was wrapped
up in my own little miserable world. Desiree took a shine
to me because I didn't want anything from her. I had
my own money, I had a job, and there's wasn't anything
she could do for me ... or so I thought. It wasn't until
what would have been my 21st wedding anniversary that I
found out what Desi could do for me. TO BE CONTINUED...
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