Tracy Robinson had a firmly and degenerate convention : Do NOT, under any destiny, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She'd been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the nuisance it caused her. In her psyche there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning ; she had sufficiency respect for herself to not engagement someone else's man. Because she was epicene, the same theory applied to women as well. Women were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. about women weren't after illicit sex and adulterous liaisons with random early women so while Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a conjoin woman, the example of her being tempted by a matrimonial woman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of woman who felt well-to-do adhering to rules. She'd served in the military machine for 20 geezerhood and was now enjoying her lifespan pursuing her aspiration of becoming an artist. In many fashion, it was the exact opponent of the strict, rigid life sentence she'd had in The Army. She could stomach in front of a canvas tent for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hr of sleep a Nox, and paint to her heart's content. respective local galleries were showing her work and while the gross revenue were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to continue her passion. Her military pension paid the flier so she was well-heeled and happy. unity lifetime wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so desperate to be in relationship that she would jump at the first man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively subject in life, and didn't really take a aid in the world.

When they say that animation has a way of knocking you off your animal foot, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a ill-timed move and ended up brass up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn't been for her trustworthy letter carrier happening along, she might have been there for hr. After a very brief Erolia minutilla in the local hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and physical therapy. She'd injured her backbone in the armed forces years before and it had a wont of acting up every once in a spell, but after a few days rest, it might literally be years before another flare up. If her blood line sugar hadn't been so out of control, she would receive been released with the usual,"Take care, don't over-exert yourself, take two hurting killers and shout me in the morning,"shtick. The compounding of the medicine and the fact that she hadn't been eating well were causing her glucose levels to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to severe stage. They released her but with parliamentary law for a nanny to come visit her home for comply up visits and urinate sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her advancement. Say what you want about the armed forces, and disregarding the multiplication when they occasionally drop the bollock, their concern for their own is beyond comparison.

itch to get back to her canvases and quick to assume more duty for her health, Tracy started eating well and doing all the exercises they suggested she do for slowly strengthening her back muscles the bit she got home. If there was a regimen to be performed, Spencer Tracy could do it. She didn't want or need a nursemaid coming to fit on her ; she wanted to paint. Twice a workweek, whether she wanted it or not, a nanny was to get along to agree on her until the doctor released her. The offset day Karen showed up, Tracy tried her proficient to be polite but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and anxious about person taking care of her. Karen was respectful of the pull back John R. Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was tender, gracious, and a highly competent nurse as well. Spencer Tracy insisted,"Do not call me Ma'am. I'm not in the military machine anymore."The two ladies had a rapport immediately. While she could give birth been in and out in 20 minute of arc, Karen stayed for almost an hour, getting to lie with her new patient and asking all kind of inquiry to secure that she was getting the adept care potential and that her recovery was imminent. Karenic was very personable, meaning she liked getting to know her patients in order of magnitude to render them with the absolute best precaution. She felt like it was her obligation to extend herself to her patient, to be a friend to them.

Karen was, for all intents and purpose. .. well. .. not exactly the complete forcible opposite of Tracy, but there were some meaning differences. Other than the obvious dispute in race, Tracy being Black person and Karen being gabardine ; Tracy was taller than average, Karen was of average height. They both had similar form but Karenic had recently given birthing and was nursing and the possessor of very enceinte, very tender breasts. They were both very attractive women who didn't sense a need to flaunt it and downplayed their attractiveness out of sensibility and practicality. The two adult female hit it off immediately and seemed to go champion from essentially day one. There was that connection, that nonphysical alliance you get sometimes when you meet someone and you feel as if you've known them forever. Or, at the very least, that you can open up to them in ways you can't with others. Karen hadn't even been coming two full workweek when Tracy started looking forward to her visits. They would break up the sameness of her day, allow her companionship, and she enjoyed sharing her artwork with Karen.

One day, Karenic stopped by on a day she wasn't scheduled to visit. She said she just wanted to check out up on Tracy. The sojourn lasted almost two time of day and the womanhood talked about biography, love, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Tracy realized that the chemistry she shared with Karen was more than platonic. It was that night that Tracy allowed herself to suffer her very showtime illusion about Karen. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new champion. Her hormone raged and her body ached to explore a more forcible, sultry connection with the womanhood who had mandatory access to her home two fourth dimension a week. Because she had been compelled to sustain her sexuality secret and hidden in the military, Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but voltage buff about her preferences. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the hour she picked up a rouge clash, she became pull to telling the truth, with her art and with her affection.

"Hey acquaintance, come on in,"Tracy said as she opened the room access widely to greet Karen on her succeeding scheduled visit. This time, rather than her hands and clothes being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and jeans that would be what she'd wear on a daily day of the month with a man. She watched for Karen's reaction carefully as she undid the clitoris on her shirt to reveal a disastrous lace get-up-and-go up bra as she listened to her tenderness. Tracy rested her right handwriting on Karen's thigh as she pricked the finger on her provide hand to test her blood saccharide. Still no response. Karen seemed to be unmindful to any sexual tensity and went about her job professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the medico that Tracy was cleared for release.

Visibly saddened, Spencer Tracy sighed and said,"I'm going to leave out you, friend. It's been heavy getting to know you over this short-circuit period of time."

"Oh, I can still stop by and see you,"Karen responded."I have early patient in the area and I would be Sir Thomas More than happy to stop by and watch on you every once in a while."She added,"You know, my biography is so modus operandi, so predictable. I've been married to the Lapplander man for fifteen years, we've been in a relationship since high school ; I've been in the armed services for more than a X. I'm a mom and a wife and a nurse. You're an artist. I admire what you're doing. It's so, you know, different. I think what you're doing is fascinating and I love your study and I just think you're a really interesting, really dainty person."It wasn't exactly what Tracy wanted to hear but it felt decent regardless and she knew Karen was being sincere. The last things she wanted to do was alienate her new friend so they hugged goodbye with promises of seeing one another again.

Before the week was out, Karen called and asked if it was okay if she stopped by. Spencer Tracy was elated. She grabbed a nursing bottle of wine, some cheese and snapper and set out a little tray."I finished with all my affected role early today and I just didn't tactile property like going place yet,"Karen blurted out the second she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the baby and my sr. two have practice after school. I just needed a short adult sentence, I hope you don't mind."

Mind ? Was she crazy ? Spencer Tracy was elated. Karen graciously accepted the offer of the chill Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the smoked gouda and crackers. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two cleaning lady continued to open up to one another in ways that far exceeded nearly burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex lives, love lives, reverence, dream, frustrations, things that usually come after knowing somebody a long time. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to leave and her car was barely out the driveway before Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already aroused twat.

In the survey weeks, the unscripted visits became more sponsor, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch breaks, after seeing all her affected role, and even on her Clarence Shepard Day Jr. off. The beauty of their conversations was that they were deep, raw, and honorable, not at all superficial. Tracy didn't want to seem obvious, so some solar day she would put up herb tea tea or juice, others cipher at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karenic to loosen up a bit more, she offered some course of alcohol, you know, all under the pretense of being a courteous hostess. Her nights were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making making love to her new booster, terrified she might lose her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond feeling by the connection.

Eventually, Tracy knew it was meter to reveal her true belief. She decided she would do it with a painting. Inspired, the piece came to life and she invited her Friend to her studio to reveal it."It's not finished,"she mumbled, terrified about being rejected as an creative person and a friend. As Karen stared at the canvas, she could clearly make out two women who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Spencer Tracy in a very intimate, semi-nude embracement.

"Oh my ! Is that who I think it is ?"Spencer Tracy nodded, too scared to say anything at that instant."I'm flattered,"Karenic said, trying to be deliberate not to hurt her friend's feelings."You know. .. I'm not attracted to you like that, right ? I just want to be friends."

Tracy felt a sensory faculty of relief almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karen to rip her dress off and for them to fuck in the middle of the floor, it was more like she just needed her friend to see all of her, to bed her truth, to not shroud any function of herself anymore. She felt free. She mumbled something about the chemistry and the connection they shared and apologized in ten different ways for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just remain champion. For all of her infatuation, Tracy knew that Karen was married and she wasn't about to break that rule, even if the attractive feature was common.

The dynamics of the human relationship did modification after that. Karen was more hesitant to do by, not because she didn't like Tracy any Thomas More but because she felt awkward. Spencer Tracy was gracious but offered no intoxicant on their brief sojourn. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few weeks. Before prospicient, water found its own level and everything was back to being well-to-do, with the small exception of the fact that they two didn't mention the sexual attractive feature thing. It didn't need to be mentioned. There was a growing sexual tension between the two women. They would sit closer together on the couch, touch more. A promising lamp in the nook of the elbow room would eventually become replaced by the soft glow of candlelight. Their hugs goodbye lasted longer and it was more than evident that Karen was beginning to rely Tracy in way she never thought possible.

"What's it like,"Karenic asked one day as she stared at her cup of tea, assuming Tracy would know immediately what she was talking about.

Spencer Tracy did empathize. The resonance they had built together was based on a certain spirit level of non-verbal communication."You mean being with another woman ?"Karen nodded."fountainhead, it can be the most tender, gentle, sensual experience you've ever had, in a way that no man could ever touch you, kiss you or satisfy you. It can be just as intense and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the deviation is there is no end objective. You know when you're with a man that everything he does is with one goal in judgement, to get to the screwing. With a woman, there is no such agenda ; it's all about the journey, not the destination. I've made love life to a woman for eight minute once and my only destination was to get her to the very sharpness of orgasm and then quit over and over and over again. At the end of six hours, she was screaming for me to. .."Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karen was breathing heavy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed signaling of her breasts leaking. She leaned in unaired and tipped Karen's face towards hers, their lips virtually close decent for a kiss, making intense eye contact."Are you okay ?"

"You know, I told John about. .. you know. .. about. .. well, I told him about the painting and everything. We aren't puritan by any way, we experiment like any former couple, watch porn, whatever we can to keep our sex lifetime from being boring. It's just that you do get in a rut after you've been married a while, the Sami thing no matter how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex living has been really great ever since I shared with him about. .. it, I mean us, I mean. .. you know what I mean. It's just that, I keep wondering what it would be like to. .. you know. .. well, I'm certain you know. The last thing I want to do is lead you on and I don't want to lose our friendship but I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I've been thinking about what it would be like."Karen was blushing and embarrassed but intimate enough with her champion to open up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her acquaintance's paw."I'll answer any questions you have and I won't full stop being your acquaintance. I won't do anything that will get to you feel uncomfortable. I promise. I have a policy ; I don't soft touch around with anyone who is married so we are pretty safe to mouth about anything. It will go no further than that. If you want to talk about sex with me and go habitation and fuck your husband like crazy, that is just fine with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the sexual tension was so boneheaded in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karen gathered her thing and bolted out there like lightning. Over the next few calendar month, their relationship took on a new dynamic. Karen flirted, tempted, and teased and Tracy was holding fast to her rule about not fooling around with a get married cleaning woman. Karen started forsaking her early friends, friends she's known since high schooling, to get expend metre Spencer Tracy. She loved the touch sensation of exemption she got the very minute she walked through the door, the ability to separate the truth that she didn't have with her other friend. She loved the sexual tensity and she had begun being more discriminate about the affair she shared with her married man, not wanting him to bang exactly how turned on she was getting deal time with another woman. Karen knew that for all Tracy's integrity, she would never cover the wrinkle, so she felt naught about teasing her friend, making not so elusive trace and then running out the door to the safety of her husband and married living.

One night, a little after one in the morning, Karenic, audibly upset, called Tracy and said,"Sorry to wake you, but John the Evangelist and I had a really bad scrap, do you listen if I crash at your position ? I just can't stand the thought of sleeping side by side to him right now. I need to get out of the theatre and I. .. well, I just want to follow there to be honest."Tracy extended an pass for her Quaker to stay with her and said she would leave a key under the mat and the Guest elbow room ready for her whenever she got there. Karen was already on her way.

Within a half hour, she was in Spencer Tracy's driveway and the key was under the mat as promised. She quietly let herself in and peeked in the guest way with towels on the end of the bed and a cute little talent basket of toiletries on the chest. Tentatively, she walked past the guest room to Tracy's master sleeping accommodation. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she had to find out what it was like in real life. She was desperate to know what it was like to relieve oneself love to another woman. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat mickle as she undressed completely. Spencer Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the natural covering and crawled in bed, snuggling her eubstance against the warmth of her friend's dark-brown body.

Tracy awoke immediately, still groggy but very sure that there was a defenseless body next to hers."Karenic, what are you doing ? Don't do this. Please."

Tracy's Word were silenced with a kiss. Karenic placed her lips against Tracy's and they shared an intimate, attendant kiss, like only two women can contribution. Again, Tracy protested."Karen, I'm not impregnable enough to defy this form of pressure. What about John ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't do me go. brand erotic love to me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want to me but don't make me go."The words choked up in her pharynx as the bust came. She couldn't farewell, she wouldn't leave. This wasn't just about some random screw with a unknown to get off. This wasn't a cheesy bang. This was a woman she loved as a friend, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to have the thing that she had tried to traverse for month. There was no denying that her clitoris would throb and her pussy would get moist when she was with Tracy, when they were sitting back talking, at times not even about sex. There was no denying that when she was having sex with her husband, she was thinking about what it would feel like to have a cleaning woman's mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how unlike it would feel.

She didn't have time to call back too practically about the ramifications of her actions. Spencer Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their ramification intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the t-shirt from Tracy's sleepy-eyed frame and tossed it to the floor. She felt aphrodisiac and wanted in the here and now.

"Are you sure you want this, want me ?"

tactual sensation more convinced than she'd felt in a very farsighted prison term, she reached up and placed her mouth on Spencer Tracy's. Their lips gently parted and their spit found each other's. Electricity shot through Karen's body. Almost immediately, her pussy began to throb and pulse, getting wetter than she'd remembered in a very long fourth dimension. A sound escaped her lips, one of joy and arousal. Tracy kissed her backbone and their kiss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily fleshly. Spencer Tracy kissed her way down Karen's neck, tasting her tegument, pressing her back talk to the titillating hot spots Karenic had almost forgotten she had. Her body responded. She was writhing, twisting, panting and incredibly turned on. She'd imagined what it would be like to be with a woman but in her tempestuous resource she had never thought that it would find so excruciatingly erotic. By the prison term Tracy's mouth got to her apprehend bone, sounds were escaping her rim that sounded strange to her own capitulum.

In the darkness of her bedroom, in the middle of the night, Tracy put aside all her suspicion about engaging in an involvement with a marital person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a sensual cleaning woman, a indigent woman who deserved to be made love to and pleasured like she'd never experienced previously. The char beneath her was a friend, a soul she knew inside and out, a charwoman she had craved sexually for months. She took her sentence and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karen until she begged her to hold back.

If she had been given the opportunity to train, she would have had various toys and things like dearest, ice cube, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl movie ready. With zip but her manus and mouthpiece, she set to work. Unsure of how to handle the lactation thing, she decided to continue slowly and let Karen decide how and where she should go. With that decision, she decided to drub everywhere but her nipples. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karen's collarbone to her belly button and back again, not missing a billet in between.

Every nerve ending in Karen's trunk felt alive with excitement. She was tense up and aroused and unquiet all at the Saame fourth dimension. She didn't know what to do with her hired hand so she gripped the sheets tightly and held on for heartfelt life sentence. Spencer Tracy took Karen's handwriting and placed them on her pelvic arch. Even in the darkness of dark, she could see the demarcation in sputter whole tone, feel the sissiness of a woman's flesh. Her hands began to ramble, gently caressing Spencer Tracy's curves. Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so nice. Don't arrest. Oh, yeah, feel my tits."Karen froze momentarily and then took a deep intimation and did just that. The free weight, the fullness, the feeling of those backbreaking, dark nipples in her hand was centripetal overburden. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her desire those tit in her sass. Without saying a Good Book, Tracy knew and lowered her tits to her waiting mouth.

Karenic took to making eff to a woman like a duck's egg takes to body of water. She licked and kissed and softly sucked like she wanted to be sucked. She did it the way she knew deep in her gut would experience pleasurable. In that here and now she understood what citizenry meant when they said that only another fair sex knows how to pleasure a woman. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her puss against Karen's thigh. It was slippery and hot and distracting."Oh, Tracy, this is driving me gaga. piece of ass me."

Tracy responded with a grin. She turned Karenic over and proceeded to kiss her way down her spine, her second joint, all over her ass, her tongue leaving a wet trail down her thorn. Karen had had enough of the ribbing and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees, causing Karenic to gasp for air. She gently parted the soft, pinko folds of figure that enveloped all that made Karen a adult female and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger and gently caressed Karen's clit. In that moment Karenic was 100 % sure John had never touched her so softly, never found her spot so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a sibilation. Her breathing was short, raspy. The genius didn't concluding long as Spencer Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet pussy. The next esthesis she felt was that of hot intimation on her inner thighs, her ass, her pussycat. It was as if Spencer Tracy was making love to her cunt with her eyes, not even touching it, just looking at it, examining it in a way no one had ever done before. Karen was chanting,"Eat me. .. work me. .. get laid me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her pegleg, Karen started to rub her own pussy but Tracy moved her hand away. She replaced her fingertip with her tongue and began to lick softly. Karenic's words now were tongue-tied, she was speaking the language of supreme XTC. From her button to her asshole and back again, Tracy tasted every inch of Karen's wet slit. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right spots. And just when Karen didn't think she could select any to a greater extent teasing, Tracy took her fingers and pushed them inside Karen's dripping wet pussy. They probed and pushed all the right spots. That was enough to institutionalise her over the edge but Tracy had other plans. Flipping her over, holding her peg back, Tracy started licking her again. This time her centering was solely on her clit, she was going to institute her to orgasm with the flicking motion of her tongue. Karen grabbed Spencer Tracy's head and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how good it felt.

Just as Karen was about to accomplish her extra instant, Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karenic's body and kissed her again, letting her taste her own succus. Karenic sucked her knife feverishly. She felt out of control. She was caressing Spencer Tracy's eubstance now, begging for dismissal. She felt uninhibited, frantic by the fears and apprehensiveness she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling soundly, nothing more, nothing less. She held up her tits to her Quaker."Here, go down on them."It was a symbolic gesture, symbolizing a closeness and a bond that the two friends shared. It was representative of giving her sexuality to a woman in a way that most would never share.

Tracy needed no further encouragement and lowered her mouth to the hardened nipples. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her pleasure, it was about the amour, connection, and passion between the two friends. As her mouth filled with the confection, warm liquid, she heard Karen's docile moans. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her friend humped her second joint against her cumulation. She slid her finger's breadth inside Karen again, this time, intending to give her an earth-shattering orgasm. At this point, Karen was so wet, the entire room was filled with the sounds of her being finger fucked.

Both women were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the last minute, Tracy slid her body around and placed her twat against Karen's. It was flabby and wet and unlike anything Karenic had ever felt before. They fucked each other. They rubbed their clits against one another, pink against pink, holding on to each early for dear biography until they both felt the waves of impending pleasance overtake them.

Karen slid out of bed in the too soon aurora hours. She needed to get home to the nipper before they started moving around. She softly kissed Spencer Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would yell her later that afternoon. Tracy's heart dropped. She felt terrible about breaking her own rule. Karenic comforted her as outflank she could under the luck, assured her that their friendship was important and she was unwilling to let it go. Tracy wasn't sure exactly what the future held for their friendship but she volition to face the consequence, amount what may.

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