Rear Window - Sex Stories

Rear Window

... strong hands stroking and kneading my aching muscles. I rapidly began to look forward to those sessions as the highlight of my day. He promised one day to give me an authentic Thai massage but as that could be very tough it should wait for a while. I noticed that it wasn’t just his hands that were soft, he never seemed to show any sign of beard growth and his skin seemed to be in perfect condition. His hair he kept in a pony tail but one day he came out of the wet room while I was wheeling myself to the kitchen, with his hair hanging down and he looked transformed. It framed and softened his features and I could see what Lisa had said about him being pretty. Lisa had popped in briefly a couple of evenings for a quick drink, and Paul visibly brightened when she was around. I thought that he was getting a big crush on her and when he was out of the room getting our drinks I told her so. ‘Oh b*****r,’ she said, ‘you really don’t know what’s going on, do you?’ ‘What do you mean?’ I asked but Paul walked back in and Lisa just rubbed my shoulder as if in sympathy. Paul had his first day off on the sixth day he was with me. He had arranged for a relief carer to come in after breakfast and then he would be back later that night ready to start again the following morning. We had our usual breakfast of fruit, coffee and toast as he waited for the relief to arrive, before heading out the door carrying one of his suitcases. Just going to drop off a few things, he said. See you tomorrow ...

... morning. The relief was a disaster. He thought of caring as more of a military assault course, barking out orders to me and treating me as some kind of obstacle that had to be attacked, surrounded and defeated. The physio sessions were agony. How this guy was tolerated as a carer I have no idea. He completely ignored my wishes, not that he actually asked me what they were. It was his way or the highway as far as he was concerned. As the day wore on in increasing amounts of frustration I realised how much I missed Paul; his conversation, his smile, his soft hands and his caring personality were things that I had come to value. At the end of the day I was praying for it to end so that Paul would be back. As I lay on my bed, unable to sl**p after a horrible day, my mind started to spin. Why did I miss Paul so much? Was it just because of a rough day with someone new? I knew some patients fall in love with their nurses, is that what's happening to me? I shook my head and thought, no, I'm not gay, I can't be, I like women too much. Is Paul gay? Lisa had put that thought in my mind and I really didn't know. Did it matter anyway? I thought it must be just that I'm at a really low ebb and I'm fixating on the one person who is showing me care and attention. I heard the outside door to the flat open which must have been Paul returning. I felt a huge surge of relief at the thought of him being back and I fell asl**p almost immediately. It must have been about 2 o'clock in the morning ...