Angela sprang into action. She took the comforter off her bed and folded it over. Then she laid it along the edge of the tub and the stairs, with some draped along the floor. Ran to the linen closet and grabbed several towels. She placed a beach towel over the comforter on the stairs. The other towels she placed on the opposite end of the tub for quick access.
"There! This ought to give us more coverage. Okay, you do the countdown and when you move, I'll be ready to assist you. Just holler out if I'm hurting you," said Angela.
"Angela, I'll be hollering anyway. I already hurt," he said.
"Awh, okay Tony. Hopefully I can make that better," said Angela, not realizing what she said. I hope you can make me better too, Tony thought.
"Alright Angela, on the count of three. One – two – three … Ahhhh," cried Tony as he pushed himself up and gripped the side of the tub.
Once he gripped the tub, Angela tried to assist Tony in rolling his naked body out, from his waist and hips, and over the edge of the tub and onto the stairs. With excessive screams on both their parts, they did manage to get Tony on the stairs. His naked body felt like an ice sickle and he was still shivering. His beautiful olive skin was bruised in some places; but his well chiseled arms, back, and butt, were still a pretty attractive view. His teeth even chattered when he spoke, from the ice. Once he was on the stairs, Angela pulled the beach towel up and wrapped it around Tony. She grabbed two more towels and wrapped them around him as well. She even made a turban on his head to try to keep as much body heat in as possible.
Tony's eyes were usually fiery brown, but at this moment, they looked so tired and screamed exhaustion. "Ann-gel-laa, get me to the bee—eeeddd," chattered Tony, holding his arms around himself.
"Sure Tony. Can you wrap your arms around me and rest your weight on me? I'll get you to your bed," said Angela.
"Angela, you can't drag me to my room. I'm practically dead weight. I don't know how much help I'll be. I'll need to use your bed, tonight, if that's okay," he said, looking at her.
"Sure Tony. That's fine. Come 'on, let me help you to the bed," said Angela. Tony in my bed, not what I was thinking, but that can work too, she thought.
Tony wrapped his arms around Angela and she drug him as he took baby steps. After about a fifteen-minute struggle, she finally got him to the bed. She laid him horizontal across the bed and he was completely shivering. Angela wrapped dry towels around him best she could, and then she pulled the flat sheet and duvet back around his body. She ran to his room, and took the comforter off Tony's bed, to cover and tuck his body underneath it. She lifted his head and placed her pillow under his head. Angela looked around in relief that she drew her curtains closed when she brought the ice upstairs. She ran to Tony's room, grabbed all the supplies and turned out his lamp. Returning to her room, she placed the items on her night table.
"Not for nothing Angela, but I won't be able to get dressed tonight. I'll just need to lay here, like I am, but covered, tightly of course. I hope that's okay," asked a shivering Tony?
"That's fine Tony. You've been through a lot tonight. I just don't want your body to go into cold water shock and begin to spasm. I'll do what I can to help keep your body warm and relaxed. But right now, I can't have you cramping or getting dehydrated, so here, drink some Gatorade. Once you're stable, I'll treat your bruises and go make us some tea. Can I still find the thermos under the sink? I want to bring up hot water and some tea bags," she said.
"Yeah Angela. That's where the thermos is. And that all sounds great. I'll drink the Gatorade now. I haven't had any electrolytes since right after the fight," he said.
She opened the sports drink and passed him the bottle. But Tony was still shivering, tucked everlasting, under the covers and towels. She put the top securely on the bottle and began adjusting herself to help Tony. Angela sat on the bed next to where Tony was laying. With her assistance, he propped himself up against her body and she positioned her torso, so he leaned against her chest to drink the Gatorade. Tony decided to lean in so that his head was against her breast. Tony was fascinated with Angela's breast. Of course, it's been ever since he saw Angela, naked, in all her glory. With Angela usually being so conservative with her clothing, due to her existence on Madison Avenue; Tony gets distracted from how sexy her body really is. Angela's frame was thin and small, but her breasts were what he considered small yet full tea cup size. He always imagined how perfectly they'd fit in his mouth.
She smells amazing! So intoxicating, she drives me wild. I wonder if she'll let me touch her tonight. What I wouldn't give to have her tits in my hand, in my mouth! I'd love to caress them, kiss them, and oohhh if I could suck her. Who am I kidding? Micelli, you're getting too far ahead of yourself. You can hardly hold yourself up. But if she does, I promise to find a second wind, he thought.
I have to figure out how to get him in the bed correctly. Not that I don't mind being this close to him, or how he feels laying against my breast. But this can't be a good position for sleep. When he gets finished with this Gatorade, I'll have to tussle with him to get him in the bed good," she thought. "How are you feeling Tony? Do you feel any warmer," Angela asked?
"Yeah, I do feel a bit warmer. Thank you. I am still cold as hell, but I don't feel my teeth chattering anymore. Can you help me get in the bed the correct way? I know this was the best we could do when we first got in here, but I don't want to stay like this. I think I could cramp up like this," said Tony. I also don't want to lay like this all night. I'm hoping to get you to sleep with me and hopefully warm me up some, he thought.
"You want to do that right now Tony, or after you warm up a bit more," she asked? "It might be easier for you to move, than me dragging and pulling you, and less painful," she added.
"You're probably right. Maybe in a little while. I'm just so tired, I was scared to fall asleep like this. Then you really couldn't move me," he said.
"Don't worry, I'll keep you up," she said.
"And how might you do that," he asked with a bit of mischief in his weary voice.
Angela put her index finger against Tony's lips, in a hush-like manner. She then laid Tony back in the bed against the pillows. His eyes got bigger as they were fixed on her in wonderment. She got up and grabbed more towels out of the linen closet. Then she began to unwrap him from the covers, exposing him covered by the drenched towels. Tony felt a slight chill, but fought the urge to shiver. Angela removed all the damp towels. She took the dry one's and gently dabbed and wiped down his naked body. She was biting her bottom lip, so he knew she was focused and struggling taking him all in. As she continued to touch him, Tony's penis began to bloom into full arousal, right before her. Her jaw dropped and she looked into his eyes. As he stared back at her, all he could do is smile, and raise his eyebrows.
"Maybe, I should let you finish this part," said Angela, as she picked up a dry towel to put in his hand.
"No, I want you to. If you want to," answered Tony, putting his hand over hers, and motioning it to return to his lower half, while never breaking eye contact.
Angela sucked her teeth and took a deep breath. Then she returned her gaze to his very aroused endowment. She couldn't believe that this is what she is missing. A slight smile emerged on her face. Tony enjoyed watching her get excited about him. She even got mentally intimidated wondering if she could handle Tony. Then Angela took the towel and softly patted dry, Tony's inner thighs. Then she moved upward towards his groin area, and continued to softly dab. She began to pat his fully bloomed penis and scrotum. She began to turn flush and gasp a little.
"Angela, are you okay? I realize this is probably more than you bargained for when you agreed to take care of me," he said. "You've been great by the way. The best. The best trainer, and friend, a guy could have. I couldn't have gotten through this without you. I promise to make it up to you too," he said staring at her. Oh nooo, she looks like she's freaking out. Or she's going to pass out. I sure hope not, cause in my condition, I can't take care of her, I need her to take care of me, he thought.
"Tony, you're right, I wasn't expecting this. But I'm fine. Just, you know, slightly taken, that your full Italian meatball sub is excited and smiling back at me," Angela said smiling and batting her eyes, never taking her eyes off Tony's manhood.
Tony tried to laugh, but it hurt him so. "Oh Angela, it hurts to laugh, but that's hilarious. You're adorable when you're being funny," he said. Shit … that was supposed to be an inner thought, I didn't mean to say that out loud, thought Tony. "Sorry Angela, I didn't mean to make you any more uncomfortable than I already am, without trying," he admitted.
Angela felt like she and Tony were playing a bit of a dangerous game right now, and it would be best to take a break. She put a towel across his penis and pulled the cover across the area. She looked up at Tony and said, "I am adorable, aren't I! And I think you're adorable too, you know when you are, being funny," she said smiling. "I also think you're as dry as can be down there for now as well. But I want to dry your back off, but we'll need to flip you over. And it makes sense that if you're moving, that we get you going vertical in the bed while we are at it. Can you handle all that, and kinda help me get you to the other side," Angela asked?
"Yeah, we can do all that. Long as you don't mind me hollering. Just don't be so soft when moving me vertical. It's gonna hurt the most, so we just need to not make sharp moves, but don't linger either. Okay. On the count of three," asked Tony with a smile?
"Sounds like a plan, but first you need to take these Bayer aspirin. Let me grab your mug with some water," said Angela. Angela went to the sink and added more water to Tony's favorite mug. She grabbed the Bayer and put two in his mouth. Then she cupped his chin again and held the mug up to his mouth for him to drink the water.
"You know, a guy could get use to this Angela," teased Tony with a smile.
"You'd want to be sick all the time, so I'd take care of you hand and foot. Because we both know that's the only time I'd wait on a man," Angela cynically teased. He's enjoying this way too much, I need to snap him back to reality, because he's getting the wrong idea. I'm not Italian, she said to herself thinking back to Thanksgiving at Mrs. Rossini's.
"I don't want to be sick all the time. But I like when you, when a lady pampers me. It's nice. I remember our first anniversary dinner. After I got out the hospital, you took real good care of me. But yeah, I'd like a lady who pampers me some time Angela, not all the time, and even when I'm not sick," said Tony. I forgot I'm flirting with a liberated executive feminist. Hope she makes a mental note to that, he thought.
"Well, you and some lucky lady will have a lot to discuss. I'm sure if she loves you enough, she'll take real good care of you, just the way you like. That is if you take good care of her," Angela responded. How the hell did we get here in conversation? Quick … change the subject Angela, before this gets out of hand, she said to herself. "Well now, Let's get to it. On the count of three Tony. Your count, let me know when you're ready," she said.
Ha, ha, ha, … I got to her, he thought. "Here we go Angela, One – two – three. Flip me, here we goooo. Ohhhhh An-gel-la" Tony yelled!
"Ugghhhh, Tooonnn-nnnyyy," yelled Angela simultaneously!
Tony motioned towards being vertical in the bed and to roll over. Angela assisted him in movement so he actually flipped upright and to the other side.
"Uggghhhhh," groaned Tony.
"I know Tony, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Angela said.
"Oh no Angela. You were great. It had to be done. Thanks for helping me get better positioning," he said.
"No problem, Tony. Here, let me put the pillows back at the head of the bed for you," Angela said. She reached over and grabbed the pillow and added it to the pillow that was already at the top of the bed. She crawled in her bed and plumped the pillows and positioned Tony's head to rest on them. "There, is that better," she asked, running her hands through his hair.
"Yeah Angela. That's perfect. If I lay here a minute, I won't feel as sore," he said.
Angela turned her body, and enjoyed her new view. It was all on display, nothing left to the imagination. Tony's full muscular, olive skin, firmly toned ass staring at her. I know I thought we were playing a dangerous game a minute ago, but now I'm just going to throw all caution to the wind. I've been dreaming of grabbing his butt and massaging it for quite some time now, and here's my chance. Besides, I think he'll enjoy it, she said to herself.
"Tony, you just relax. I'll dry you off and apply some Deep Heating Rub to your body," she said.
"Really, Okay Angela. But none on my butt, it will probably sting," he said.
In her lower husky register, Angela said, "You don't have to worry Tony. I won't cause you any extra pain. Just relax." Then Angela began to kneed Tony's well tone glutes like she was kneading dough for homemade biscuits.
Tony's eye bucked open and a huge smile was on his face. Boy, I thought I'd be touching her and she's been all over me, and in all the right places, he thought. Tony moaned to let Angela know he was enjoying her massage. Then he dropped his head on the pillows, closed his eyes, and took it all in. Even though these areas of his body were sore, Angela caressing and massaging his legs, upper thighs, butt, hips, entire back, shoulder blades, and neck was so very welcomed. She put muscle rub on every area except his butt, just like he asked.
"Angela, I must admit that this does feel nice. I didn't know your fingers were, experienced," said Tony with a hint of excitement.
"I'm glad it feels good to you Tony. I'm sure after that boxing match your muscles need all the attention they can get. And just this tank top is a virgin, my fingers are very mature. They have a lot of, experience," said Angela with a hint of mischief in her voice. Conservative my ass, she thought.
Oh, she's messing with me good. I like it when she talks dirty. Let's see what this leads to. Hopefully it leads her fingers to my nuts. I could do it, but since she's been rubbing everywhere else, I can't deny how bad I want her to. They definitely need some attention, he thought.
Rub-A-Dub-Dub Chapter SIX