A Kind Stranger part 1 & 2

This is a long story, over 17000 words.
There is very little sex in it. That’s why I put it in the non-erotic category.
For those of you who have read it before, the first part has some minor editing done but it’s still the same story. The second half is new.
I hope this story leaves you with a warm fuzzy feeling and a tear in your eye.


A Kind Stranger Part 1 & 2


My name is James. When I was a child I was very lonely and unhappy. I was an orphan. I spent most of my childhood with foster parents never staying with anyone more than a year or so. I wasn’t a problem child I guess I was just unlucky when it came to foster parents.

One of the families I stayed with moved out of the area because of a job change and didn’t want to adopt me.

Another couple I stayed with thought they couldn’t have children but when they became pregnant I was no longer wanted so I had to return to the orphanage.

The first couple of times I was pulled away from my foster parents it hurt, it hurt me real bad. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t stay with them. After that I learned not to get close to my foster parents anyone. I just went into a shell to protect my feelings.

Thinking back I never got many if any hugs from most of my foster parents. Oh sure they fed me and told me when to go to bed but most of the time I was pretty much on my own. At that young age I didn’t know any better, I didn’t know what a real family was like so I thought that was the way it was. Looking back on my young life I guess some of them where in it for the money.

I was transferred in and out of a number of schools and as a result I didn’t have any close friends. Always being the new kid I was picked on a lot. This caused me to stay away from them and I tried to keep a low profile and didn’t make friends.

In my senior year of high school shortly after I turned eighteen I met Kathy. She was like me an orphan. The best way to describe Kathy was average. There were a lot of other girls that caught my eye as beautiful but Kathy was average. Don’t get me wrong she wasn’t ugly. She had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and an average sized chest. She stood about 5’ 6”and carried a few extra pounds but if someone asked I would have said that she wasn’t fat. We knew each others names because we shared the fact that we were both orphans but we didn’t hang out together.

One Saturday night I was walking around the city alone when I saw Kathy at a bowling alley. She waved at me so I walked over to her and said hi. She said she was waiting for a girl friend of hers to show up. Her girl friend was already late and she didn’t want to wait any longer so she asked me if I’d walk her home. I didn’t have anything else to do so I said yes.

It was a cool night as we started walking the two or so miles to her foster home. We talked on the way and the subject turned to sex.

She asked me, “Have you ever done it with anybody?”

I hadn’t been on any dates and walking her home was the longest time I had ever spent alone with a girl. I tried to avoid answering the question for fear she would tell someone that I was a virgin and make my life worse.

I threw the question back at her, “Why have you ever done it with anybody?”

She smiled at me and said, “I’m not a virgin but I think you are.”

I didn’t say anything. I was embarrassed and turned my face away from her not wanting her to see me blush.

She took my arm in hers and laid her head on my shoulder and said as we walked, “Don’t worry about it everybody starts off as a virgin if you want I’ll do it with you.”

I was speechless and didn’t know what to say. She pulled me to a stop with her arm and stood in front of me. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed. I was new at this and it was the first real kiss that I had ever received from a girl. I put my arms around her waist and tried to kiss her like she was kissing me. She relaxed her lips and I felt her tongue trying to push its way into my mouth. I took in a deep nervous breath and relaxed a little and our tongues met.

My heart was beating faster and I was getting excited. My dick was getting hard as she pulled me closer to her pressing her B-cup breasts into my chest. We broke our kiss and continued walking arm in arm. When we got close to her house we walked down the alley and she whispered to be quiet. We went to the back of her house and she took a key from the top of a window sill and quietly unlocked their garage. We went in and she locked the door behind us.

It was a large single car garage with a work bench and an old couch on one side. Kathy cleared some stuff off the couch and sat down. I sat down next to her and she put her arms around me and we began kissing again.

After a few minutes she must have gotten impatient and took my hand and put it on her breast. My heart was pounding in my throat as I squeezed her breast a few times but mostly just left it where she had put it.

A few minutes later she stopped kissing me and after a frustrating sigh said, “You are new at this aren’t you?”

She then just came out and said it. “You can fuck me if you want to.”

I could just barely see her outline in the dark as she stood up and took off her pants and panties. She reached down unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I was glad it was dark because I would have been too embarrassed to let her see me without my clothes on.

She knelt down on the couch facing me with one knee on each side of me. I reached up and massaged her breasts while she reached for my hard penis. When she touched it, it felt so good I damn near came right there in her hand. She slowly lowered her body down on top of me and slid my cock up into her wet pussy. It was the most pleasurable feeling that I had ever felt. I couldn’t believe how warm and slippery her pussy was. She sat still for a few seconds and then started slowly sliding up and down.

Being my first time I lasted just a few seconds and I came inside her. She once again had a frustrated sigh when I started getting soft and she just sat down on me and rested her head on my shoulder. Every once in a while she gave my penis a squeeze with her pussy muscles and it didn’t take long for me to become hard again. When my cock was fully hard she sat up straight and lifted up her blouse and bra and took my hands and put them on her bare breasts. She put her hands on my shoulders and started slowly rocking forward and backward.

I started rolling her nipples between my finger and thumb and she was moaning and whispered, “Ohh that feels good.”

She started rocking faster and faster and whispered, “Ohh that feels so good squeeze harder.”

I squeezed her nipples harder expecting her to squeal out in pain but she didn’t. She was rocking back and forth about as fast as I thought she could as I squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and started grinding her pussy hard into my pelvis. On every forward stroke she moaned then she let out a squeal and collapsed on my chest breathing hard.

Her pussy started quivering around my cock in short fast bursts. The sensation was incredible and it didn’t take long for me to start cuming again. After resting for a few minutes Kathy got up and said, “Not bad for your first time.”

After we got dressed I walked her to the door and gave her a goodnight kiss. I couldn’t believe what had just happened to me. I was in a dreamland, ‘I had a girlfriend!’ I was happy and couldn’t wait to see her at school on Monday.

When I saw her in school I smiled at her but she didn’t smile back at me, she just said hi and kept walking. I ran to catch up to her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

She pulled me to the side and whispered, “Last Saturday night I was just horny and wanted to fuck. Don’t take it personal.”

She then just walked away from me and out of my life. I was hurt, to go from such a high to such a low really hurt. I made a promise to myself to never get hurt like that again.

I didn’t go out on any dates and kept clear of girls, which was pretty easy for me because I was invisible to most of them. As time went on I withdrew from people to the point where you could say I was a hermit. My faith in mankind was at an all time low.

By some miracle I managed to graduate high school. I didn’t bother buying graduation announcements because I didn’t have anyone to send them to. I wasn’t very close to the foster parents that I was living with so no one that I knew came to the commencement ceremony to watch me graduate.

After I graduated I packed my things and told my foster parents that I was moving out of their house. I followed my dream of hitch hiking across the country to see all of the things that I had read about and seen on TV. The first few days I made good progress heading out west to see the Rocky Mountains. I was about 600 miles from my hometown eating breakfast in a truck stop diner when I discovered my wallet was gone.

I had a few dollars stuffed in my front pocket and paid the bill. I don’t know if I was pick-pocketed or if I had just lost it. I retraced my steps back until I got to the spot where I got out of the last car that gave me a ride. I couldn’t find it and wondered if it dropped out of my pocket while I was in the car. There was no one I could call and ask for help so I was on my own.

I was depressed and didn’t want to continue my journey so I began hitch hiking back home. I didn’t have a home to go to but I wanted to get back to some familiar surroundings. I was having a difficult time catching a ride and it took two days for me to go only fifty miles most of that on foot. I was dropped off at a gas station toward the end of the next day and I only had a dollar left in my pocket. I hadn’t eaten anything in the last two days and I was thinking about going into the store and shoplifting some food.

Not paying close attention to my surroundings I was startled by a woman’s voice saying, “Young man!”

I looked to see an elderly woman was walking toward me. She asked, “Would you please help my husband change a flat tire?”

I said, “Sure.”

She grabbed my arm in hers and used me as a crutch as we started walking back to their car. She said, “My husband is a proud man and will probably say that he doesn’t need any help. He has a bad heart and needs the help and you should just help him.”

I nodded my head and said, “Yes maam I understand.”

When we went around the corner of the building there was a brand new Cadillac with a flat tire. An elderly man was empting the trunk that was full of suitcases and other personal items to get the jack and spare tire out.

I walked up to the trunk and said, “Let me give you a hand with this.”

He looked up and said, “I’ll be fine I don’t need any help.”

His wife cut in and said, “Damnit Bill you have a bad heart. Let him help.”

He backed away from the trunk and I changed the tire and loaded everything back into the car.

Bill shook my hand and said, “Thank you. Let me buy you some dinner.”

I smiled and said, “Sure.”

This would be the first meal that I had since yesterday morning. I was so hungry and I ate the food so fast it made Bill ask, “My god son when’s the last time you ate?”

I said, “Yesterday morning.” and then told them my story.

Bill looked at his wife and said, “A bus ticket can’t be all that much?”

She nodded her approval and the next thing I new I was in the next town’s bus depot with a ticket home in my hand.

I tried to get their address to pay them back but he patted me on the shoulder and said, “Life has been good to us and we have more money than we know what to do with.”

He then handed me a twenty dollar bill and said, “You’ll probably get hungry before you get home.”

I couldn’t believe it, I gave them both a hug and said, “Thank you I’ll never forget you.”

Bill and Nancy Washington were the nicest people that I had any dealings with. The bus ticket cost over a hundred dollars and they paid for it like they had known me their whole life. I was happy on the bus ride home, happier then I had been in a long time.

After arriving back in my hometown I found a good job with a major manufacturing company. The pay was good and there were benefits including vacation, sick leave, and a 401-K.

I looked around and found an apartment not far away from the manufacturing plant where I worked. The apartment complex consists of five large identical brick buildings with eight apartments in each building. Four apartments are on the first floor and four on the second floor. The complex was huge and took up a whole city block. They are all arranged in a big U shape with each building facing toward the large center green area and swimming pool.

The green area was criss-crossed with sidewalks and was shaded by several dozen large hardwood trees. The grounds were landscaped with shrubs and small flower gardens along the sidewalks and around the swimming pool. At the far end of the grounds sat a large stately three story Victorian house.

The house was owned by David and Mary Williams who also own the apartments. David and Mary was a nice retired couple in their late sixties. David was a stockbroker and Mary was a registered nurse. They’ve been married for over forty years and are childless.

The house appeared to be at least one hundred years old and upon close inspection it showed great craftsmanship with ornate molding around the windows, doors, and on the eves. The front and back of the house had large screened in porches. The kitchen and dining room had beautiful built–in solid oak cabinets and all of the rooms had solid oak floors.

The stairs were also oak with hand carved scroll work on the railings. It had three fireplaces, four bathrooms, and five large bedrooms plus a few extra rooms that could be used for a library or den. Mary used one of these rooms as an office.

My apartment had an electrical problem when I moved in. David wasn’t very good when it came to electricity so instead of waiting for an electrician to show up and fix the problem I asked to use some tools and fixed the problem myself.

David shook my hand and said thank you. He’s a kind man with a nice smile that immediately put me at ease. We talked for a few minutes and then he asked me to look at some other electrical problems he had. I went with him and we looked at the electrical problems in the other apartments. We got along good with each other and the next thing I knew I was helping him with all of the other maintenance.

It took some time but we became good friends. I didn’t have any other friends so I spent most of my time helping David with the maintenance or helping Mary with the gardening. I helped out so much that they let me stay in my apartment rent free.

I tried dating a couple of times at Mary’s insistence but I didn’t have very good social skills and it was difficult for me to carry on a conversation with someone I didn’t know. If I had any spare time I usually went to the movies alone or I went out to dinner with David and Mary.

I ate supper at their house three or four times a week and was always invited to their holiday celebrations. We were a perfect fit for each other. They had no children and I had no parents. While working close with David he taught me a lot about the stock market and gave me insight on where to put my 401-K money. Needless to say my 401-K grew by leaps and bounds.

I had been living there for almost fifteen years when David died of a sudden heart attack. I cried at the funeral like a son who had lost his father. Soon after the funeral Mary and I had a long talk and it was decided that I would move into the house with her and start taking care of the apartments full time. She offered me a salary that was about twice as much as I was making at my job so I quit and transferred my large 401-K to an IRA.

Mary was in her late seventies and never fully recovered from David’s death. I soon took over her duties of collecting rent and paying her bills. I did all of the shopping, most of cooking and I even took her to her doctor appointments. Finally old age caught up with her and I truly believe she died of a broken heart about a year after David.

The day after the funeral I was contacted by their lawyer and was surprised to find out that David and Mary had willed their estate to me. I was shocked, between the value of their IRA’s and the income and value of the house and apartments I became an instant multi-millionaire at the age of thirty two.

Not bad for an orphan.


Tara

I have never seen mom look so worried. It’s beginning to scare me. Last night she was crying because the landlord came to our apartment and said, ‘If the rent isn’t paid by Monday you will have to move out of the apartment.’

She took off work today to look for a new apartment for us. We needed to find a cheap place to live but the first three apartments we looked at mom said they were too expensive.

Ever since dad left, mom has been working a lot, almost every day. Mom and Dad had a real bad fight just after Christmas. He left that night and I haven’t seen him since. My older sister Katie is sitting in the front seat of the car and I’m in the back. The car is making a funny noise as we pulled to the curb in front of the apartments.

Mom checked the address in the newspaper and said, “This is the last one lets hope for the best. “

The apartments looked real nice, better than the last one we saw. We got out of the car and I poked Katie and pointed to the swimming pool. We walked to one of the apartment doors that was propped open with a chair.

Mom knocked and said “hello is anybody here?”
A nice looking man carrying a paint roller walked into the hallway. He’s tall, taller than dad was and he has brown eyes and dark hair. He looked at mom from her head to her toes and then looked at Katie and me. He smiled at us with a nice smile. I like him.


James

It was a hot June day and one of my apartments was empty. I was inside painting one of the bedrooms with the doors propped open to keep cool and to let the paint fumes out. I heard a knock at the door and a female voice say, “Hello is anybody here?”

I went to the hallway and looked to see a beautiful young woman about my age followed by two very cute young girls. The girls were the spitting image of the woman and I assumed they were mother and daughters.

They all had Strawberry blond hair and were in very good physical condition. She had beautiful deep blue eyes and rather large breasts. Both of the girls were slim with their hair was in a ponytail and they had an athletic look to them.

The woman was holding a newspaper and asked me, “Do you know where the office is?”

I pointed behind me and told her, “It’s over there but I run the place.”

She smiled and asked, “Is this the apartment that’s for rent?”

“Yes.”

“How much is the rent?”

When I told her she said ‘damn’ under her breath. The oldest girl crossed her arms and had a worried-disappointed look on her face.

The younger girl tore at my heart strings. She looked to be about nine or ten years old. Her lip started to quiver and a tear came out of her eye and ran down her cheek. She looked like she had the weight of the whole world on her shoulders. My instinct was telling me something was very wrong.

I thought back to my childhood and I knew she had that hopeless feeling that I had when they took me away from my foster parents. I also remembered those few desperate moments when I was walking into the gas station to steal some food. The mother said thank you and started to leave. The younger girl hung her head down and followed. I couldn’t let them leave without finding out their story.

I said, “Wait is there a problem? Maybe I can help.”

She stopped and looked at me and said, “There’s not much you can do.”

I said, “Try me.”

She looked at her girls and then back at me. I could tell she didn’t want to say anything in front of them. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill and gave it to the oldest girl and said, “There’s a store down at the end of the block. Go buy you and your sister some ice cream or what ever you want while I talk to your mother.”

They looked at their mother and she nodded yes. Smiles broke out on their faces and in an instant they were gone.

I held out my hand and said, “My name is James.”

She shook my hand and said, “My name is Megan and my girls are Katie and Tara.”

I said, “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

She crossed her arms and looked at her feet and said, “I’m having a hard time right now. I can’t seem to get my feet on the ground.”

Her head rose and she looked me straight in the eyes and said, “My husband ran off with another woman and left me with the girls and all of the bills. I can’t pay the apartment rent where I’m at and we have just a few days before they will throw us out. I don’t have a very good job and I can’t afford the rent that everybody charges.”

Her answer seemed honest and sincere and she looked like she needed someone to give her and her daughter’s a break. I was amazed at myself because I was able to talk to her without stumbling for words to say. She was a very beautiful woman and I wanted to ask her out on a date but I was too shy to ask her. I thought a couple of months of free rent wouldn’t hurt and when I knew her better I might find the courage to ask her out.

I asked, “How old are your daughters?”

She said, “Katie is eleven and Tara is nine why?”

I said, “I’m getting behind in the work that I need to do around here and if you and your daughters are willing to help out I’ll give you the apartment rent free.”

I really wasn’t behind in the up-keep but she seemed like the type of person that didn’t like to take something for nothing and it would also give me an excuse to keep in contact with her.

She had a look on her face like she was trying to figure out if I was teasing her.

A smile broke out and she said, “Really?”

I answered, “Yes.”

The smile disappeared from her face and she asked, “What will the owner say?”

I kept a straight face and tried not to smile, “Well the owner is a real nice guy and I don’t think he’ll mind.”

We walked outside and saw her daughters coming down the sidewalk licking ice cream treats. Megan went to meet them and I could tell the moment she told them the good news. Both girls started jumping up and down and dancing on their tiptoes. It brought a smile to my face seeing her girls were happy. I thought to myself ‘now that’s the way little girls should act.’

Megan asked when they could move in and I said as soon as we get done painting and cleaning up. Megan and I finished painting while the girls swept, mopped, and vacuumed.