Rear Window - Sex Stories

Rear Window

... when I awoke for some reason. My leg was aching badly after the physio from Mister bl**dy Motivator and I knew that I had to get a painkiller or I would not get back to sl**p. I realised with disgust that the bl**dy relief had left the tablets and a glass of water just out of my reach. The baby monitor was on; it's light blinking in the darkness. I could call for Paul but I should be able to do this for myself, for God’s sake. I bum shifted myself across the bed towards the table and reached out for the tablets, when I over balanced and fell out of the bed. It wasn’t a long drop but I fell awkwardly and it felt as if I had been stabbed in the leg. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ I heard myself saying. I needed Paul now. ‘Paul, can you come? I need some help.’ I shouted. Paul rushed into my room and said, ‘Shit, what have you managed to do Jeff?’ ‘Fell on the bl**dy floor. What’s it bl**dy look like?’ Paul ignored my sarcasm and calmly said, ‘OK, let’s get you back up and see what damage has been done.’ Paul bent at the knees to get his arms under my shoulders to lift me back on the bed and as his face came close to mine, I suddenly noticed a touch of colour around his eyelids that looked like eye shadow that had not been cleaned off properly, and there was, I’m sure, also just the hint of lipstick in the corner of his mouth. My eyes widened and I’m sure he noticed my reaction, but all he did was to lift me effortlessly back up and onto the bed. Paul quickly checked and it didn’t seem ...

... that anything bad had happened, apart from a severely bruised ego that is. He fetched me a painkiller and the glass of water, covered me with the duvet and stood looking at me for a moment. He was wearing pyjamas and as he bent over to pull the duvet up, even in the dim light I swear I could see a hint of lace as his pyjama top gaped open a fraction. ‘Are you OK now?’ he asked gently. ‘Sure, thank you for getting me up so quickly. No harm done I think. I’ll be a lot more careful in the future.’ ‘OK, well I’ll see you in the morning Jeff, goodnight.’ ‘Goodnight and thank you, Paul.’ I hesitated and said, ‘Paul?’ ‘Yes Jeff?’ ‘Oh, nothing really, it can wait. G’night.’ I would save that for later. ‘Sure Jeff.’ I woke the next morning sore and angry with myself. How stupid had I been? I could really have seriously set back my recovery. After I finished feeling deeply sorry for myself, I remembered what I had seen when Paul came into my room last night. Had I really seen it, or was it a trick of the light and confusion because of the pain I was feeling? No, I was sure of what I had seen. There had been traces of makeup on his face and he had been wearing something lacy beneath his pyjamas. Oh shit, I thought. What’s going on? He must be gay, for sure. At that moment Paul knocked and came in with a coffee. ‘Jeff, I thought that after your night time adventure we should skip this morning’s physio session and see how you feel this afternoon?’ ‘Sure, Paul, if you think that’s the right ...