Rear Window - Sex Stories

Rear Window

... called geisha bath and had been bathed by a beautiful Japanese girl. That was undoubtedly one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had. Paul was very gentle and the combination of his soft hands and the warm water called up memories of Japan and my cock decided to remember it too. It began to get erect and there was no way I could really hide it. I was beetroot red but Paul didn’t seem to notice. It was while he was drying my back that I asked him, ‘Do you mind doing this, Paul?’ He paused and then said, ‘It’s part of the job really, and sometimes with clients it’s not a nice experience but with some clients it can be enjoyable.’ I was watching his face in the mirror as he spoke and I could see faint pink spots on his cheeks as he continued to towel me dry. I also noticed he had a small diamond stud in each ear. I tried to remember if I had noticed that last night but I couldn’t recall seeing them. ‘I hope you don’t mind, Jeff, but I have put my wash gear on the shelf in here, if you wish I can keep them in my room?’ ’No, that’s fine, Paul. Please consider this your home while you’re here.’ ‘Jeff, thank you, that’s very sweet of you.’ We fell into an easy routine, Paul would make breakfast then take me for a wash, it still gave me an erection, but he didn’t seem to pay attention to it. We then had a physio session, coffee and then I spent time on the laptop or staring out the window. Lunch was followed by another physio session, tea, then work or a ‘staring out the ...

... window’ break, and then dinner. Paul was a great cook and twice cooked me a Thai meal which was fabulous. He was also good company and he would sit with me and chat about his life and what he enjoyed doing. He was an amateur actor in his spare time and had dreamt of turning professional but the chance had never really come along. One morning I was looking out through the window and he asked me what I watched. ‘It’s a bit like a human zoo out there, I guess. Look down there, for example.’ I pointed to an office on the first floor. A man was just pulling the blinds and a girl was standing just behind him. ‘I think they are having an affair as every day, they come into this room, he closes the blinds and half an hour later he opens them again, and she is trying to straighten her dress.’ ‘Or that flat over there, a singer lives there and practises in front of the mirror every morning. Or that flat over there, I think she’s a dancer because she does a warm up routine every afternoon, generally wearing very little.’ Paul smiled and said,’ Of course, not everything is what it seems.’ ‘Yes, you’re right, Paul. We don’t really know what goes on behind closed doors do we.’ For some reason he blushed as I said that. What I quickly came to appreciate were our twice daily physio sessions. Of course, some of it was pure agony as he stretched and pulled and iced me to keep my muscles and joints supple and working as they should. Even those exercises were made bearable by the feel of his soft ...