Tony leaned against Angela as she assisted him into her bedroom, trying to hide his boyish grin. All of a sudden, he could only think of himself walking in on Angela getting out of her tub naked a year or so ago. Now he was going to be ogled by Angela, and he secretly couldn't wait. Tony was hoping to taunt and tease Angela, with all his glory.
Tony is shocked and anxious himself. It was one thing to be in the kid's bathroom, but in Angela's bathroom, naked, soaking in ice in her bathtub. What the hell was happening? Tony agreed with her reasons, but it's still Angela's bathtub. She's dating Geoffrey. He appreciated the generous gesture, but being in her tub and exposing himself to her, is going to play on his psyche, and maybe make him feel a tad bit guilty.
"Oh Angela, you really thought this through. That was great thinking. Very considerate. I appreciate you so much. You're really okay with helping me get naked and into your bathtub? I mean, you're dating Geoff. Wow … what would I do without you," he said?
Smiling, Angela said, "I'm fine. It was my idea, I put the ice in my bathtub. I know who I'm dating. I also know that at this time and in this moment, you need me. Tony, you keep asking me if I'm okay, but I think the real question is are you okay with me helping you get naked in my bathtub," asked Angela? "You just boxed a fight and won, Mad Man Micelli. Then you lectured me on how this needed to go, what type of mindset I needed to have, on our way home. Please tell me you aren't too soft, a "WEAK SISTER"? Surely you can accept a little TLC from your trainer," she teased. "Now take a seat here on the bed," she said in her husky tone, staring him down as she assisted him. Angela then began to remove Tony's jacket, untie Tony's shoes, and remove them and his socks.
"Aye-Oh, I'm good Angela," Tony said with base in his voice. "And that's a low blow, calling me a "weak sister"! I told you that confidentially. I was just making sure you were, "comfortable" with the situation, because you know, I know how conservative you are. I just was trying to be respectful," Tony said. Maybe I do need to relax some, Tony thought.
CONSERVATIVE, she thought! He thinks I'm such an uptight square. I'll show his little helpless behind, conservative. I'm going to make him so uncomfortable this weekend, while I physically nurse his aches and pains, he's not going to know what hit him, she thought to herself.
"Tony, relax," Angela softly said looking deep in his eyes. She then spoke in a softer low voice, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I'm sorry. Let's not discuss Geoffrey anymore. My relationship with him, isn't complicating me being here for you. Let's just get you better. Then she gently positioned her hands at the left and right-side helm of Tony's sweatshirt just before she slowly lifted it up. Angela then slowly, but gently, began to pull Tony's arms out of the sweatshirt, one at a time, before slowly lifting it over his head, while attempting not to aggravate his sensitive areas. Tony's torso is now fully exposed; olive skin, chiseled, and bruised.
Caught up in her stare and her undressing him, Tony went numb. He wasn't sure if his body was in aftershock from the physical contact endured during the boxing match, or from Angela undressing him. What the hell is happening here? I'm not in control. Is she helping me or seducing me? I know I wanted to have some fun with this, but she's playing hardball. Okay Micelli, get yourself back in the game. She didn't make Geoffrey a factor. She wants you bad. You still can't let her win this game. You know she's messing with your mind, man. She's gone straight Boardroom on you. Don't let her take you out with her stare tactics. You may be physically weak, but your mind is strong.Go the distance, Be the Raging Housekeeper, Tony thought!
"I appreciate you, Angela. I do. Can you handle my pants or will I need to help," asked Tony slowly and softly, while staring back into her eyes?
"Let's see, I think I can manage on my own," she said. Angela kneeled down in front of Tony sitting on the side of her bed. She positioned her face in front of his crouch as she reached to unbutton and unzip his trousers, releasing a gasp. With a tender touch, she positioned her hands alongside the waistband of his pants, above each hip, and began to gently tug. Looking up at Tony, still staring deep in his eyes, Angela softly spoke, "tell me if this hurts Tony, we may need to switch positions."
Tony moaned. He was definitely in agony. It was shared physical pain from aches he got from boxing and Angela undressing him. So much for being conservative! I can't believe she is kneeling down there like that. I thought she was gonna unzip my pants with her teeth. Micelli, you still aren't driving, and maybe that's okay. Let her have her fun. I can't do much about anything anyway? I need her to get me in that tub, so if she wants to be my seductive nurse for the weekend, I should play the patient role. Be the weak one. Let her believe she's handling me. Geez, I wonder how far she'll go? We'll I'm about to find out. Who knows, this might get really interesting, considered Tony, as his thoughts raced full speed ahead.
"Tony, on the count of three, I need you to wrap your arms around my neck and pull up off the bed to stand. That way I can get your pants all the way down and off," Angela said softly looking deep into his eyes.
"Alright, you're the boss", Tony said. I can't believe one of my fantasy's is happening. Angela is undressing me and I'm laying back enjoying it. Well best I can. My side and my back are killing me, Tony thought.
"That's right I am, and don't you forget it, Champ," teased Angela still looking deeply into Tony's eyes. "Here we go… one – two – three – stand up now Tony," exclaimed Angela!
Tony grinded his teeth as he wrapped his arms around Angela's neck and pushed up off the bed with a grunt of excruciating pain. He was now standing, arms wrapped around her neck, and his male front end directly in her face. Angela tenderly positioned her hands on the waistband above each hip. She quickly fingered his boxers in her grip in each hand and gently tugged downward until his pants and boxers hit the floor surrounding his ankle, and leaving his full manhood exposed near her face.
Angela was now more uncomfortable than ever, as she's never seen a fully naked Tony Micelli, even though he's seen a fully naked Angela Bower. Even though she's imagined it, and dreamt it, she never thought she'd come to know the truth. Tony is overly endowed. His manhood wasn't flying half-mast either. It was standing at attention, consuming Angela's in every possible way imaginable.
Tony glanced down as he knew his erection had bloomed earlier, soon as she touched him. He was happy to see her reaction to his front-end package. He was glad to be saluting. He enjoyed watching her squirm and try to gain control of herself. But secretly he wanted her to touch him; finesse, caress, massage his sacred sanctuary.
His upper thighs are just as muscular as his chest, she thought. For goodness sakes, he's cut like a Ken doll from the neck down. When my hand brushed against his cheeks as I was tugging his pants, I felt his well-toned glutes. Damn, is he hot and sexy; and my housekeeper, who's like my best friend. What the hell are you doing here, Angela, she thought?
With a fish hook grin, Tony said, "Sorry Angela. Please excuse my arousal."
Angela felt all of his euphoric sarcasm and confidence when Tony spoke. It was basically written all over his face. "Well men do that sort of thing. I know you all don't have much control over it. You're going to step out of your pants one leg at a time, and get in the tub, before all the ice melts. Let's start with your left," Angela said, attempting to be unaffected by Tony's arousal that she's sure she is responsible for. None the less, he really needs to get in that ice, she thought.
"Yeah, sure. Thanks Ange," Tony said. He lifted his left leg with a grunt, as Angela pulled the pants and boxers off, and then the same with his right. "Well, I'm officially naked. I appreciate you being so cool and calm about this Angela. I never meant for our friendship to have this between us, but if I had to become uncomfortable, I'm glad it's with you," Tony joked.
"You don't have anything to be uncomfortable about Tony," Angela said softly in her husky voice, but this time she wasn't looking deep into Tony's eyes. She was looking away, and her face was flush red.
Tony noticed her confidence begin to decline. He didn't want this to become awkward, he wanted them both to enjoy this. He had to figure out how to bring her back to the moment, and not allow her insecurities to take over.
"Angela," he said, pulling her chin towards him. "Nobody has ever been this kind and respectful to me. Most women ogle my body like a cheap piece of meat. I just want to say, thank you for being my friend in this. And I want you to forget this, just like I forgot the day I saw you naked getting out of the tub. With your succulent breast, and those hardening pink nipples, perfect abs, beautiful smooth skin, and a full brunette triangular bush that would …," Tony was saying before Angela interrupted.
"Anthony Micelli", Angela exclaimed! "You said you didn't see anything, and yet you can describe everything," she said with a tone of defense. Then she let out a deep laugh, as she thought about how ridiculous she sounds being defensive about something that happened a couple of years ago, that was truly an accident. My gosh, Tony touches everything that touches my intimate parts, she thought. Tony was a bit nervous, but then he began to laugh too, relieved that Angela calmed down as they share these bare bottom moments.
"Let's go Micelli. I've had enough of you. Get in this ice, so I can get a few other things in order for you," she said firmer, but blushing still. Truth is, Angela was glad she left an imprint of her physique on Tony's mind. And now she has the imprint of his physique on her mind to hold on to, so she finally feels they are even.
Bending down so he could put his arm around her neck, Angela led Tony into her bathroom. She helped him step up so he could step down into the bathtub of ice.
"Be careful, cause it's really cold," she said.
"Yeah, I know. But I gotta, Ange," Tony said. He yelled, grunted, and screamed, but he finally stepped down into the ice. To her delight, Angela helped him turn around, by supporting his bare low back, butt and hips. Tony loved feeling her soft hands on his achy naked body. "Okay, I'm going to attempt to sit down in this. I need you to hold me best you can as I don't really have any control over my own body weight against the cold of the ice," Tony said.
"What does that mean," Angela asked?
"It means, it will be like I'm falling, and your strength to uphold my body, is what will soften the blow. You'll need to have your feet planted, and bend your knees as you move with me. You can't attempt to hold me with only your upper body strength or you'll hurt yourself. And we can't both be out of commission," Tony said.
"Okay, got it. Let's do it," Angela said, as she planted her feet, and slightly bent her knees, while wrapping her arms gently around his well chiseled torso, trying not to hurt him.
"Go ahead and grab me, Angela. It's gonna hurt me, but I'll feel better when I sit down in the ice. Thanks for trying to be gentle, but there is no way to get around it," confirmed Tony. So, Angela held him tighter.
"Here we go. On the count of three, I'm going straight down, okay! One… two… three…going down Ange," yelled Tony.
Rub-A-Dub-Dub Chapter THREE