Desperate Woman

Mature age women get divorced and some end up alone and homeless. Either their family doesn't know of their plight, or they don't have any. I'm also divorced and not on good terms with my children and certainly not my ex-wife. At 57 I'm fairly successful and mad a one-off settlement with my ex-wife. So, no alimony payments and I bought myself a 3bed 1 bath house to reset my life. I go for walks around the area for exercise and started to notice women living rough as they say. But at first none took my interest, mostly because they were crude and sold themselves to anybody who was willing to pay or give them alcohol. But then I saw a woman who looked different to the others and looked scared of the others. At first, I didn't do anything, but over a few days I saw the others hassling her and running her off their patch. I continued on my walk and came full circle and came across the woman hiding behind an old car wreck. I decided to see what her problem was and at first, she was scared of me. But as I didn't threaten her, she started to relax a bit. I final decided to try and help her and offered her a room for the night. She wasn't going to accept but then heard the others calling out for her, we couldn't see them but could hear them. She accepted and walked home with me, using me as a shield to stop any of the others seeing her. I'll call her Suzie and myself Jake, Suzie was 55 at the time widowed and had no children still alive. Had a son and he died in the same car accident as his father. She was slim and 5'5" nice rack I would later find out and had all her belongings in 2 plastic bags. While I made us dinner she showered and put her clothes in my washing machine, I gave her my bed robe to wear after her shower. Anyway, we got on fairly well and bonded over several days. She cooked our meals and cleaned my house and done the laundry. Anyway, I had to go away on business and decided to take Suzie with me, one reason was to get her more clothes and I liked her company. I trusted her as I went to work each day and if she wanted too, she could've cleaned me out while I was at work. She hadn't and I wanted company while in the city. We booked a room, and it had 2 beds, and she got the clothes she needed. At charity shop and her lingerie, we got new. Not that she was fussy, I wouldn't want secondhand underwear and I didn't expect her to have either, my choice. While in the city we went out to a show and on getting back home we were closer than before we had left but hadn't kissed or fucked as of then. But that changed the second night we were back, I just kissed her, and she kissed me back. We started to sleep together and as of now we're engaged, marrying next month. I've also made her my assistant; she is great at servicing my every need and I can't be away from her for very long as I start to pine for her.