Kira Moore tearfully signed the divorce papers that had been on her desk for over a week. She was just a month past nineteen when they had gotten married. She often remembered back to her wedding day just over three years ago, the church had been filled with friends and family. After the reception, they had retired to the bridal suite. There, in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, they made love for hours. She had really felt that they would be together forever. But that was not the case. Roger had moved in with an younger old girl six months ago, and Kira was left emotionally devastated. Each day had been a struggle to go on. Kira was very close to her parents, and younger sisters Tara and Misty, but even they could not restore her usual positive attitude towards life. It took two months before she even slept in the bed she had shared with him. And every night, she clung to the pillows for much needed comfort. She badly needed the touch of a man, but felt nervous, and afraid of being hurt again.
Her family home had a full sized pool, and a six-person hot tub, which sat on a raised poolside deck. The house also had a fitness room, with a treadmill, exercise bike, and weight machines. Kira and her sisters had always been allowed to make their own decisions about sex, and could freely go to their parents with any concerns. Kira was also good friends with her parent's neighbors, Mindy and Steve, a young married couple of three months. Steve was twenty one, and a fireman/paramedic. Mindy was a breathtaking twenty year old blonde, and employed as a masseuse. Her sister Tara was nineteen, and a nurses aid at the local hospital. Misty had just turned eighteen, and had would be going to college at UCLA in the fall.
Kira was thankful that they had only rented an apartment; so at least she was not stuck with house payments and expenses. She had wanted kids, but he had always talked her out of it. But because of the divorce, it had been for the best. Her job as Activities Director for a large fitness center kept her busy, and in great physical shape. Even though she saw lots of men at work, most were older, married, or still in school. Kira knew men found her body desirable. She was tall with perky size 35B breasts, which she had often wished were bigger. Shiny red hair that rested just above her shoulders, and below her waist was a patch of wispy red curls. Most of her nights consisted of a light dinner, and then watching TV until she fell asleep.
One hot mid June afternoon, Kira reclined on the lounge chair next to her apartment complex's swimming pool. It was the first time she had worn her new pink bikini, with tie strings for the top and bottom, and she knew how well it showed off every curve of her body. Her mind wandered, as it often did, to her desires and needs. Then her thoughts were interrupted by a soothing male voice.
"Hi. I'm Tyler. Mind some company?"
"Huh? What? I'm sorry, you caught me daydreaming. Sure, please sit down."
"I think you really have nice hands," he said.
"My hands are not what guys usually notice first, but thanks. I'm Kira, by the way."
"Well Kira, to be honest, you look nice all over. But I think hands are very sensual."
They talked for the next hour about any topic that came to mind. She told him about her job, and learned that he was a commercial pilot, twenty-eight years old, and had never been married. In fact, he had recently broken up with his girlfriend, after he discovered her cheating on him. She tearfully explained what had happened with her marriage. It was obvious that they both felt the deep hurt and pain of lost loves.
"Kira, I know we just met, but would you consider having dinner with me? Wherever you want to go."
She thought about her reply for a moment. It was not the first time she had been asked out recently. However, with the others, she had sensed that the offer was only a front for sex. But with Tyler, it seemed different.
"Tell you what. Why not have dinner at my apartment? I'm a pretty good cook if I do say so myself."
"You sure that's okay? You barely know me."
"Tyler, I like talking to you. Any man who likes my hands can't be all bad."
"Sure, ok then. What time?
