Rear Window - Sex Stories

Rear Window

... gone on like that all night if she hadn’t noticed Paul standing quietly at the kitchen door. I called him over and introduced them to each other. ‘Paul, this extraordinary f***e of nature and well known windbag is Lisa, an ex of mine who is now happily married with three lovely bambinos, and Lisa, this is Paul my carer. Actually, no I can’t call you that. I know, he’s my new BFF.’ Paul laughed and shook hands with Lisa and said, ‘Pleased to meet you Lisa,’ Lisa said, ‘Likewise, Paul, and don’t take any crap from this man, he’s impossible, I should know.’ Paul smiled, a big natural smile that lit up his face and said, ‘Oh, he’s just perfect I think. If you would excuse me I have to go check on dinner.’ As Paul walked off to the kitchen Lisa watched him go and then turned to me, pulled a face and said, ‘EEEuuuww that put me down didn’t it.’ ‘Stop it,’ I said, ‘he’s just doing his job,’ ‘Mmmm, well I have to tell you he is very pretty. He also pings my gaydar you know.’ ‘What? Don’t be daft Lisa.’ ‘Daft? You know I’m just a big fag hag don’t you.’ ‘Bugger off and get us a drink, will you?’ ‘Poor choice of words my sweet.’ she moved off to get me a scotch and herself a gin and tonic. She stuck her head through the kitchen door and asked Paul if he wanted anything. He asked for some sparkling water and Lisa sorted us all out with drinks. Lisa and I had been an item for about a year and I never really knew why, but we just drifted apart and one day we realised it would be better ...

... if we went our separate ways. Strangely enough we became good friends and even when she married her Italian banker we had kept in close touch. She had been and still was a stunning looking woman and I sometimes regretted not trying harder back then. She is also great company and soon had me laughing with some of her very dirty jokes. Paul had made a beautiful spaghetti alle vongole with a salad and a homemade tiramisu for dessert. The three of us sat up at the dining table after closing the blinds to the outside. Paul lit and placed candles in my grandmother’s silver candlesticks which I forgotten about and they really helped to create a wonderful ambience around the table. The food Paul had made was delicious and time passed quickly. Lisa would as usual hardly shut up and I watched Paul as he listened to one of Lisa’s monologues with rapt attention. In fact, he looked as if he might be falling for her. Lisa looked at her watch and announced she had to go because Paolo, her Italian husband, was babysitting tonight and he was so untrustworthy with the c***dren. ‘Lisa, that’s scandalous, Paolo is a wonderful father and you know it.’ He was too, totally devoted to Lisa and their c***dren. ‘Hmmph,’ was all she said as she stood up. Paul went to fetch her coat and Lisa hissed to me, ‘when you’re finished with him, can I have him please? He’ll make someone a perfect wife.’ I threw my napkin at her as Paul arrived with her coat. ‘Paul, thank you for tonight, you are delightful, if ...