Rear Window - Sex Stories

Rear Window

... decorate and furnish the flat before I moved in, so Paul’s room had never been used and he could just move his stuff straight in. ‘What a lovely flat,’ Paul said as he came back out of his room. ‘Did you do the design?’ ‘God, no,’ I said. ‘If it had been left to me I would have gone straight to Ikea and bought everything there.’ Paul smiled and said, ‘Well, whoever did it has very nice taste.’ I looked around at the flat in a new light, and I guess it did look pretty nice. It was a conversion and my friend had left as many original features as possible but had brought the entire flat up to date with modern furniture mixed in with a few older pieces I had inherited when my parents moved to Australia. ‘OK,’ said Paul, ’let’s get the schedule organised shall we?’ Paul turned out to be very efficient and it was obvious he had done this kind of work before. Before long we had a working schedule laid out for meals and physio sessions, which would be twice a day to begin with. I could just about move around in the wheelchair but I would need help with showering and the toilet at least for a while. This was the part I wasn’t looking forward to but I thought I would just have to grin and bear it. ‘OK, what do you normally do for lunch?’ Paul asked. ‘Pie and a pint at the pub, normally,’ I said grumpily. He laughed and said, ‘Well, that might have to wait for a bit but let’s see what we can rustle up.’ My old girlfriend, Lisa, had ordered a whole load of groceries from an online ...

... grocery service and had been at the flat the previous day to receive the delivery, and to pay the guy a big tip for dragging it all up the stairs to the flat. She is pretty good looking, though, so she often had men eating out of her hand, me included while we were dating. ‘Is a croque monsieur and some soup OK?’ Paul called out from the kitchen. ‘Sure, sounds good,’ I called back. Paul brought it through on a tray complete with a bottle of lager. God bless Lisa, she had gotten her priorities right. I pushed myself over the window so I could at least look at something while I ate and took the tray onto my lap. Paul had made himself a small salad and sat at the table to eat. ‘At least you have something to look at,’ Paul said, nodding at the windows. ‘Yea, better than daytime television I guess.’ I said a bit sulkily, realising this was probably going to be my world for the next few weeks. We finished lunch, Paul cleared away and we started on our first physio session. I wheeled myself into the bedroom, and Paul helped lift me out of the chair onto the bed. He managed that with ease and I began to realise his smallish stature belied his real strength. I was wearing a very old and loose t-shirt and sweat pants as they were the only things I could manage at the moment. Paul carefully removed the t-shirt and then the sweat pants. His hands were very soft I noticed and very well manicured. I even thought his nails had some clear varnish on them. From the first moment he laid hands on me ...