So there I was, well-off, divorced and bitter on what would have been my 21st wedding anniversary. After work, I went to the university library to pick up materials and bumped into Desi.

She noticed I was down in the dumps and suggested we go to her place and have a drink, then go out to dinner or something. What the hell, I thought, it could be worse, so I said yes. As is so often the case in Hawaii, it was a gorgeous day and the evening with its full moon was promising to be equally as gorgeous.

Desi, as it turned out, sort of lived at home, but only sort of. Her megabucks parents had some sort of estate-type abode a la the set-up in "Magnum, PI" and Desi was living in a guest house on the property.

She was getting ready to move into Honolulu proper though, she said, as the drive from the house to the university was tedious.

Her place was spacious and pretty posh, complete with private beach. This way, she explained, she could entertain her friends and her parents could entertain theirs, and no one was the wiser.

I sat outside while Desi made a pitcher of some of the strongest Pina Coladas I'd ever had. I downed two like they were soft drinks, and Desi laughed and said I needed to be careful, as the drinks would go straight to my head. "Damn, Desi, I'd rather they went somewhere else, if you know what I mean!" I retorted, thinking of all the sex I had been missing. "Hey, honey, don't be upset, you'll find someone else. It takes time, " she said, and sat next to me, rubbing my back.

Sipping another Colada, I explained to her how absolutely worthless my husband had made me feel while we were getting our divorce and how nasty he was to the present day when we had to have business dealings with each other. "Baby, I think you need some serious "me" time, " Desi said, and continued to rub my back and shoulders. "Maybe you're right, Des, but who's going to be interested in an old broad like me?" I sighed and stared at the water, feeling incredibly sorry for myself. So sorry, in fact, that I didn't noticed Desi's hands lightly moving over my throat, collarbone and breasts. She skillfully unbuttoned my blouse and put a graceful hand on the lace bra I was wearing. This felt good, but I was still sunk in self-pity. Desi got my bra open, which I barely registered, then started massaging my breasts.

My nipples immediately stood at attention. Desi smiled and bent down to put her lips to them, nuzzling and sucking, toying and tweaking. Now I took notice, but did nothing to stop her.

Those Coladas had done their work, namely bring down the resistance barriers.

I felt paralyzed and didn't dare move, lest the moment end. Desi kept toying and sucking my breasts, and I could feel myself getting wet Down There. As if she had telepathy, Desi's hand slid under my skirt to my thong and moved the fabric aside to check my wetness. "Hmmm, baby, you seem to like this, don't you?" she asked. I was speechless, and could only nod. I still don't know how she did it, but Desi managed to get me naked in seconds, and lying down on the chaise longue. As she continued her work on my breasts, her fingers were playing with my softness. I felt her touch my personal place and I inhaled sharply. Dammmmn, that felt good. She started stroking and tugging, like a guy jerking off. Then she put a finger or two into my softness, and started teasing my personal place again. Well, I hadn't had sex for going on 18 months by this time, and kinda drunk or not, I was not expecting this treatment.

I climaxed in what must have been a minute, spluttering and gasping and panting. When I opened my eyes, I saw Desi lying next to me, smiling happily. "Boy, Baby, you came quick! Let's hope you take a little longer next time!" she said. To be Continued