Fran Lends a Hand

I'm Benny, I just turned twenty-eight. It had been two months since moving into my apartment here. So I was still settling in. Work was going well. I loved my job as an airline dispatcher.

I developed a physical fitness routine. It helped.

One day, while getting my mail, I saw a very tall red headed woman doing the same. She dropped her wallet and didn't realize and began walking away.

I scooped it up and called after her.

"Pardon me miss, you dropped your wallet." I handed it to her. She was at least 6'6". I am 5'5" tall.

"Oh, thank you!, I'm Fran Harris."

"Benny James." I extended a hand. I looked up at her and she smiled. She had freckles and shoulder length red hair.

I found out she was an artist.

A few weeks went by and we saw each other in passing. We exchanged pleasantries. Eventually we became friends. Our height difference never bothered us. But when we would go out, people would stare.

Fran asked me one day if I would sit so she could sketch me. I enjoyed it, because I loved spending time with her. I grew to trust her and felt safe.

Fran called me one day crying. She told me her latest boyfriend had broken up with her over her height.

I went over to comfort her.

"I think they look at me as a fantasy, then the novelty wears off and then good bye!"

"I'm thirty-six and I keep making the same mistake!"

I wasn't sure what to do or say as she sat there crying.

"Stay here tonight. You shouldn't be alone Fran."

Fran pulled me closer to her. "Thank You Benny." She whispered.

I slept on the couch and gave Fran the bedroom.

I got a text from Fran the next day. She wanted to talk to me. I told her to meet me at my apartment at Seven P. M.

"Benny, I appreciate you letting me stay last night."

She started asking about my dating experiences. I told her my horror stories. The speed dating, bar scene, singles events. I always suspected my height was an issue.

So I understood why Fran was upset last night.

"So I don't actively date anymore. I work a lot and workout. I love hanging out with you Fran, I really do."

Fran noticed the material from my urologist on the table.

"Why are you seeing a urologist Benny?"

"I have to give a sperm sample, I'm getting a vasectomy."

I explained all my reasons and the process. Fran was surprised at how adamant I was about not wanting children.

"When do you have to go and do this?" Fran asked.

"Tomorrow." I replied.

"Benny let me come with you tomorrow, I can help you."

I was surprised at her offer. I turned and saw her grinning at me. Then I understood what she meant by "helping" me.

I admit more than a few times I wondered what Fran looked like naked.

Then I started laughing, I couldn't help it.

Fran looked at me puzzled. "What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking about some of the stares we get when we go out, Imagine tomorrow at the clinic."

Fran joined me in my laughter.

We arrived at the urologist's office and were advised to go to room four.

The receptionist did a double take as she handed me the specimen cup.

We got to the room.

"Ya ready Benny?, let me strip you, it will help get you hard."

She was right. Feeling Fran's fingers on my skin made me tingle.

When she had me totally nude, she just smiled and stared. This lovely giantess had my manhood in her hand and put in the cup.

"Cream for me Benny, c'mon, cum for me babe, fill the cup. I want to see your cum."

I erupted into the cup, filling it. I was engulfed in Fran's arms after she sealed the cup.

I felt safe.

Fran kissed me all over.

"Benny your beautiful!"

I was trembling in this beautiful woman's arms.

"It's alright Benny, you did fantastic, what a load!, I'm going to help you through this whole procedure. Fran got ya."

When she looked down at me and smiled, a warmth came over me.

The procedure was successful. I was given final clearance by my doctor that I could resume normal sexual activity. No active swimmers were found in the last batch of tests.

Fran and I had yet to be intimate. I still hadn't seen her naked. She offered to show me many times. But I wanted to wait for this moment.

Over all this time, Fran came up with a term of endearment for me: LITTLE MAN.

I took to calling her: BIG RED. Because of her lovely hair.

"Hey big red it's official, I'm all clear and shooting blanks!" I wrapped my arms around big reds waist, when she opened the door smiling.

She kissed me, as I kicked the door closed.

"OH!, little man, Benny! what are you doing!" Red giggled as I backed her up.

My hands went under her blouse and undid her bra.

"Okay Little Man, easy, let's go to the bedroom and you can strip me."

I took off her blouse slow. She raised her arms up and let it fall. I slid her undone bra off her shoulders. Her breasts so round and freckled. I kissed them. I slipped her panties off gently from under her skirt. I delighted in the feel of herr pussy. I could tell she was shaved. Then her skirt fell to the floor. I just kept kissing her all over as she loaned low. Red was beautiful.

Red moaned as I entered her. Her back was arched. A loving gaze stared back at me.

This tall beautiful woman added to my life.

I would spend the rest of my life adding to hers.

THE END