Rear Window - Sex Stories

Rear Window

... you’ll allow me to say so, and you two make a lovely couple.’ I laughed but caught sight of Paul who was blushing furiously. Lisa left after kissing both of us goodbye and it was like a summer storm had come and gone. Paul cleared up the dishes, made coffee and we sat and chatted a little. Paul said, ‘I really like your friend Lisa, she’s so much fun. She reminds me of Grace Kelly, you know before she got married to Prince whatshisface.’ ‘What?’ I said, spluttering on my coffee. ‘She is lovely, but Grace Kelly, I can’t see it.’ There was a sparkle in Paul’s eye and I thought that Lisa had made one more conquest. One last task remained to be achieved this evening. Paul pushed me through to the wet room and helped me onto the toilet in the corner. I was damned if I was going to use their bl**dy commode. We managed to do this without too many dramas and Paul diplomatically left the room as I did what I had to. I called him back in and he got back in the chair and off to the bedroom. I have always slept naked, except in hospital where I had to wear one of their horrible gowns. Paul got me onto the bed and helped me off with my t-shirt and pants. I thought it would be more embarrassing to have a man do this but with Paul there was a strength and gentleness that was reassuring and unthreatening. ‘Goodnight Paul and thank you.’ You’re welcome Jeff, and don’t forget to use the monitor if you need me.’ He had brought with him a baby monitor so I could call for help if I needed it. I ...

... was glad to be back in my own bed and partly because of that, and maybe the wine and Scotch I had consumed, I slept well and woke refreshed and ready for the day. Paul was already up and I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen. I am not human before I have had a couple of cups of coffee in the morning, so this was very welcome. Paul knocked on the door and brought me in a mug of black coffee, putting in on the side table. He had changed into what i assumed was his professional working outfit of white trousers and a loose tunic. ‘Is black how you like it?’ ‘Perfect, Paul, thanks. What’s on the schedule today?’ ‘I suggest you finish your coffee and then we should get you cleaned up before physio?’ ‘OK, but I have to confess this is the bit that I’m not looking forward to.’ I was not allowed to shower myself so a wash was all I was allowed for a while. Paul said gently, ’I understand, but I have done this many times and it will be quick and I will try not to be embarrassed.’ He said this with a straight face. ‘No, I mean I will be emb...’ I saw him laughing and I grinned sheepishly, but it had broken the tension. We got me into my towelling robe and made the short wheelchair ride to the wet room. With Paul’s help, I managed to sit on a stool and after getting rid of the robe Paul proceeded to wash me with a professional efficiency. The problem was that being washed by someone else is for me a very sensuous experience. I had once been entertained by a Japanese client to a so ...