High Rise Exhibitionist Ch. 28

"I'm here for you Fran." I said looking into her teary eyes.

Her half-hearted smile acknowledged that she appreciated my words and she leaned forward resting her undamaged cheek against my shoulder.

"We're gonna need to get some ice on your eye as soon as possible." I said as the elevator came to a stop at the twelfth floor.

"How bad is it?" Fran asked as we approached the door to my apartment.

Not wanting to sugar coat her injury I replied. "You're gonna have a nasty shiner but I don't think it'll leave any permanent marks."

Once inside I helped her remove her coat hanging it neatly in the foyer closet. As I turned to face her I noticed a spot of dried blood on the white cotton blouse she was wearing.

"I must look a mess." Fran remarked as I slipped by her toward the kitchen.

"Let me get you an ice pack for that eye. I think you would feel better if you take a long, hot shower." I said.

Fran followed me to the kitchen and as I wrapped a tea towel around a cooler ice pack she said. "I should explain what happened."

"We'll have time for that later. Put this under your eye for now." I remarked as I held the ice up toward her swollen cheek.

Fran took the ice from me and gingerly held it to the lump below her eye. "Ouch!" She exclaimed as the hard surface touched her cheek.

"Come with me." I said as I took her free hand and headed for the bathroom.

Fran let me open the door and smiled slightly as I stepped aside while saying. "Now take a nice hot shower and I'll get you a bathrobe to relax in afterwards."

"Thank you so much Allen." Fran said as she slipped past me into the bathroom.

I closed the door but left it slightly ajar in case she needed anything else.

Fran was in the shower when I returned with a pair of fresh bath towels and a terry cloth robe. I leaned against the vanity and watched her form through the translucent shower curtain. "How does that feel?" I asked.

"Absolutely wonderful." Fran replied acknowledging my presence.

Through the curtain I could see her hands moving over her body, sliding from her flat stomach up and over her lush tits to her neck. I heard a squirt of shampoo from the bottle as her head tilted back into the stream of warm water. While her hands worked the shampoo into her blonde hair I studied the shape of her tits below. I almost mentioned how hot she appeared through the shower curtain but decided this wasn't the time to be telling her I thought she looked rather sexy.

As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair Fran asked. "Are you still there?"

I answered with one word. "Yes."

"Good." She replied as she turned the water off and pulled the shower curtain aside.

Fran stood there for a moment allowing me to study her wet naked body. Her wet blonde locks stretched to the middle of her back and as she turned to fully face me I noticed another red welt on the side of one tit. Her eye looked nasty but the tiny split in her lower lip was barely noticeable now that she'd washed the dried blood from the edges.

As I reached out with one of the bath towels Fran stepped from the tub and took the towel. I fully expected her to begin drying her body, but instead she used that towel to dry her hair providing me time to again study her big tits in their full naked glory. With her hands high above, her tits looked even sexier than before, the perfectly round areolas tipping the full lush mounds of dripping wet flesh.

She smiled knowing I was enjoying the view as she wrapped the towel around her head. "Can I have the other towel please?" Fran asked.

I grinned but hesitated as I suggested. "Perhaps you'd like to air dry?"

Fran giggled then replied. "You'd love that."

"I certainly would." I answered as I offered her the second towel.

She took the towel and began patting her body dry. I continued studying her, following her hands as they moved over her luscious body and sleek legs.

As she finished I picked up the bathrobe and extended my hand toward her. "Put this on while I get you a glass of wine." I said then quickly added. "And keep the ice on that eye."

"Yes doctor." Fran replied with a sexy grin on her lips.

I left her to finish in the bathroom picking up her clothes on the way out. After applying spot remover to the blood on her cotton blouse and folding them neatly, I went to the kitchen and poured us both a glass of merlot.

Fran appeared in the doorway to the kitchen as I turned from the counter with our wine glasses. She had tied the bathrobe loosely around her waist allowing the top to only slightly cover her full lush tits. Her hair still hung down her back but some of the waviness had returned. She held the tea towel surrounding the ice pack to her cheek as she spoke. "How am I ever going to explain this eye to the people in the office tomorrow?"

I approached her as I replied. "You're not going to work tomorrow. You're gonna stay right here for a day and give it a little time to heal."

She smiled but we both knew that one day would only delay the inevitable and that on Tuesday her shiner would most likely take on the colorful appearance around her entire eye.

As I stopped directly in front of her I couldn't resist the urge to look down at the soft naked cleavage she'd left exposed when she tied the bathrobe closed.

Fran moved her shoulders a little causing her big tits to jiggle a bit before she said. "I love the way you look at me."

Lifting my eyes from the wonderful view I replied. "My guess is looking is all I'll be doing tonight."

Fran smiled and answered. "We'll see about that."

Grinning at her, I side stepped holding the wine glasses up high. Fran turned in the doorway and leaned toward me as I tried to slip past her. My chest slid across hers and pulled one side of the bathrobe open exposing a big breast completely.

She giggled as I looked down again then said. "I'll do whatever the doctor orders."

"Come in here and sit with me." I said as I headed toward the sectional sofa in my living room.

Fran followed and after I sat down she sat beside me sideways on the sofa her legs curled to one side.

Handing her a wine glass I asked. "Tell me what happened?"

She took a healthy sip of her wine then began telling me her story. "When I got home Saturday afternoon Jim wasn't there. I had gone shopping and spent way too much money and I just left the shopping bags in the kitchen. I had planned on sitting him down when he got home to tell him I want a divorce, but he never showed up." Fran explained.

"Really?" I commented.

"Yes and I finally just went to bed figuring I'd have that talk with him this morning." Fran continued.

"Okay." I added.

"When I woke up this morning he was outside doing some yard work and didn't finish until almost three o'clock." Fran explained.

"So when did you finally get him to sit down and talk?" I asked.

"Tonight at dinner I told him I wasn't happy and that his degrading comments about me being a slut were the straw that broke the camel's back." Fran said.

"What did he say?" I asked.

She continued. "He told me I am a slut and that the way I flaunt my body to other men confirms that I'm nothing more than a common whore."

"That isn't true Fran." I answered.

"I know but the words enraged me and I tried to slap him for saying it but he caught my hand and used his other to backhand me. That's when my lip got split open." Fran explained.

"I see." I replied.

"I could taste the blood in my mouth and spit in his face as I screamed at him that I wanted a divorce." Fran said.

"Good for you." I said.

Fran's eyes began to well up with tears again as she continued. "It really made him mad because he stood up and clobbered me with a closed fist."

"Geez Fran." I interjected.

"It was forceful enough to knock me across the kitchen and dropped me to the floor." She explained.

"You should have dialed 911 Fran." I commented.

Her eyes now overflowed with tears sending tiny streams down both cheeks as she recalled the events that led her to my doorstep.

"I didn't have time Allen. As soon as my ass hit the floor he came at me again. He pulled me from the floor by the wrist and used his free hand to grab my tit. He said I could use my tits to find some other fucker to be their whore." She continued.

"Christ!" I exclaimed understanding how her breast got the bruise I'd noticed earlier.

"Before I could react he opened the door to the garage and said that I should get the fuck out on the street and act like the fucking whore I am." Fran said.

Tears were now streaming down her face and her nose had begun to run as Fran continued. "He closed and locked the door to the kitchen leaving me alone and bleeding in the garage." She said.

I reached out and wiped the tears from her cheek with the back of my index finger as I said. "He really is a total asshole."

Fran took my hand and lifted it over her head and as she turned and snuggled into my side she continued. "Fortunately I'd left my car keys in the ignition so I just got in my car and drove away."

"Well I'm glad you came here." I said as I hugged her tighter against me.

Her hand rested on my thigh and as she moved it toward my crotch Fran asked. "Do you want me to be you whore tonight Allen?"

As her hand slowly moved along my soft cock I considered taking her up on the offer but Fran was very vulnerable tonight and somehow I knew that if I fucked her now it could set the image of her being exactly what her asshole husband had suggested permanently in her brain.

Instead I replied. "I think that for tonight what you need is some tender loving care."

I heard her sigh softly before she replied. "You're the doctor." Her hand slid off my cock to rest lightly on the top of my thigh.

I pulled her closer to me and slid my hand down along her arm as she snuggled even tighter into my side.

"Thank you Allen." Fran finally said. I knew that she was thanking me for knowing that tonight she just needed to be held.

We sat together for a long time neither of us speaking. We both knew that the future would be stressful for her until she finally was free of her asshole husband. I knew that for the next few days at least she would be my house guest until she figured out what happens next.

"Let's get you to bed." I finally suggested.

"Will you hold me while I sleep?" Fran asked as she turned her face up to look into my eyes.

"Oh course." I answered.

I led Fran to my bedroom and pulled the comforter down as she removed the bathrobe and slipped beneath the top sheet. As I undressed I looked down at her, the tiny split in her lower lip still noticeable but not nearly as much as the nasty bruise under her eye.

I slid into bed beside her and slipped my arm under her shoulder. Fran turned onto her side and pressed her big soft tits into my side snuggling in next to me.

A smile came to her lips before she whispered. "Tomorrow night I'm gonna fuck you senseless."

I just smiled and pulled her lush body even tighter against me.

To be continued...