Note - this story is a romance. There is some sex in it, but if you're looking for something with tons of explicit sex scenes, this story isn't it.
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It all started with my divorce. My name is Jacob, and I'm a 40ish nerd who made it good. I'm generally fit, but not at all muscular, about 5'10" and 160 pounds. I'd partnered with a couple of college friends to start a tech company. They were the hard tech guys, but I was a numbers guy who could still find his way around a computer pretty well. Brad was the marketing guy, who was pretty decent with tech, while Simon was the serious tech guy. Between us, we made a good team.
We did well, starting a company and after some years of hard work and barely scraping by, we ended up selling it for a nice chunk of change that we split between us. I met Andrea in the early days of the company. She was pretty and came from money, but for some reason liked me. I guess I was lucky, because her family had the bucks, she insisted on a prenup, so when I later caught her cheating on me, she walked away with nothing from my windfall.
It was partly my fault. I was so much a workaholic, and so focused on my job that I didn't pay enough attention to her. When she didn't get it from me, she found someone else who would give her that attention. In that sense, I can't blame her, but I just couldn't forgive her cheating on me, particularly when I found it was a long way from the first time she'd done it.
At any rate after fifteen years of marriage, I got rid of her cheating ass. Let daddy or her latest little fling pay for all her clothes and shoes and vacations. I might have been obsessed with work, but she went off on vacations, and as I learned, she screwed guys she met while she was there. Call me strange, I don't need lots of different women. I just wanted one who loved me and would be faithful to me. Andrea wasn't that.
We sold the company and took our money as I divorced Andrea. Brad and Simon said they were going to live a little before they tackled their next big thing. After shedding myself of Andrea, I wanted to get away from everyone, partly since I think she'd screwed almost everyone I knew, including both Brad and Simon. I bought a small cabin in the woods, with electric, water, and indoor plumbing, then got internet connected.
I had a cell phone, but it never occurred to be me get a landline. Hell, I seldom used the phone anyhow. Most of my calls had been to or from Andrea, Brad, or Simon. Besides I could always Skype if I needed to talk to someone. I'd wanted to try to do some writing, so I took my computer and headed off to my cabin. With the mountains, I had no cell service, but I really didn't care much. I did my writing and did emails and whatever social media I was in the mood for - usually not much, since most of my social media contacts were friends and ex-lovers of Andrea.
There was a small town about twenty five miles away. I'd hit there about once a week for groceries, then just cooked at the cabin, stayed there and wrote. It didn't always go well, but writing can be that way at times. When it was shitty, I'd just take long walks in the woods. I got turned around more than a few times, but always managed to find my way back.
One day I was out walking in the woods to clear my head, and as I walked along, I thought I heard someone weeping. I got as quiet as I could and tried to trace the sound and see where it was coming from. As I got closer, it sounded like a woman or girl weeping. I tracked the sound to a clearing where I found a stark naked girl, maybe twenty years old, sitting there, crying her eyes out.
I stood there stunned, watching her. She had a pretty face, and was slender with maybe b-cup breasts. I guessed she was maybe 5'6" and 120 pounds, and from what little I could tell seemed to have a nice shape. I couldn't even imagine what she was doing there naked or why she got there. I just stood there gaping until she finally stopped crying and realized I was standing there.
"Oh my God."
She turned and looked like she was about to start running away.
"Please. Stop. I'm not sure what's wrong, but I just want to help."
I wasn't sure why I even said that. How was I supposed to help? What kind of help did she want or need? Who was she? She stopped, turned partly back to me keeping her side to me to expose as little of her body as possible, while using her hands to try to cover her breasts and pussy. She looked at me and looked frightened and uncertain.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? Why don't you have any clothes?"
"Please, sir. I'm embarrassed."
I was wearing a long sleeve flannel shirt over a tee shirt, mostly to protect my arms from the brush in the woods. I took off the flannel shirt and held it toward her. She still looked frightened and was about twenty feet away. I slowly moved closer, with her constantly looking like she wanted to run away. I got within ten feet and held the shirt out to her.
For perhaps the first time, she looked slightly hopeful. She uncovered her breasts and reached out with that hand toward the shirt. I took another step closer so she could reach it. She took it from me and held it in front of herself, trying to shield her body with the shirt.
"Please, sir, look the other way."
I turned away and could hear the rustle of cloth as she put the shirt on. I waited until the sounds stopped.
"Are you okay?"
"I guess so."
I looked back and she had put on the shirt and was finishing buttoning it up about as far as it could go. It was long enough to cover her ass and pussy, though obviously it was the only thing she was wearing.
"What is a pretty girl like you doing wandering naked in the forest?"
I could see tears forming in her eyes and she tried to stifle a sob.
"Look. It's okay. You don't have to tell me. But I can try to help, if you'll let me."
She looked at me like she wondered if I was an axe murderer or rapist and kind of shrunk away from me.
"Look, I won't hurt you or do anything to you. I swear. I have a cabin nearby. You can rest, clean up, and get something to eat."
Her stomach rumbled, which told me she probably hadn't eaten in a while.
"I swear, I won't touch you."
"Where is your cabin?"
"About a quarter mile back this way."
I pointed back the way I came. She looked and took half a step toward me. She was barefoot, and her feet had clearly taken a beating from walking in the woods with no shoes. For that matter, she had scratches on her body, at least that part of it which was not covered by my shirt. Her brown hair was kind of a mess, and her face was streaked with tears.
"I'm Jacob, and I own a little cabin that I'm staying in."
"I'm Marie."
"Well, Marie, let's see if we can't get you cleaned up, fixed up, and fed."
"Okay, I guess."
I started back to my cabin, but took it slow. Marie was clearly uncomfortable walking barefoot through the woods, but I wasn't sure what I could do at that instant. It took us almost half an hour to get back to my cabin. Marie still looked uncertain as we got there, but I opened the door and she came in. She looked around, like she wasn't sure who or what might be waiting for her there.
"Do you want a bite to eat and something to drink first?'
"Yes, please, sir."
"Roast beef and swiss cheese on pumpernickel okay?"
"Do you have mayonnaise?"
"Sorry, I never use it so I don't keep any here."
"I guess I'll do without then."
"Soda?"
"Sure."
I got her a can of soda from the fridge and gave it to her. She opened it and downed it while I was making the sandwiches. I guess she was pretty thirsty. I still wasn't sure how long she'd been out there. I gave her a sandwich and she wolfed it down before I could even eat half of mine.
"Would you like more?"
"In a little while, but I feel yucky. I need to clean up."
"I can give you a clean tee or flannel shirt, but don't have much else that would fit you."
She made kind of a face, then I remembered I had a pair of sweat pants with a draw string waist. Marie would be swimming in those, but at least they'd cover her and maybe let her feel a little more comfortable. I got the sweat pants and a long heavy tee, and gave those to her. She looked relieved.
"We can go into town and get you some better clothes, once you're clean."
"I'd rather not - not until I have something better to wear than this."
She held out the clothes I'd given her to demonstrate, and I could hardly argue with her. She'd look like some kind of vagabond in that - and a poorly dressed one at that.
"If you give me your sizes, I'll run in and get you a few things, while you clean up. If I'm not back by then, help yourself to food and drink from the fridge."
