Spencer Tracy Ray Robinson had a hard and debauched prescript : Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She'd been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the pain it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable cause to engagement person who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning ; she had enough respect for herself to not day of the month someone else's man. Because she was bisexual person, the Saami possibility applied to char as well. char were slightly unlike in that she rarely, if ever, had a married cleaning lady trying to seduce her. most women weren't after illicit sex and extramarital liaisons with random early woman so while Tracy felt morally righteous and higher-ranking for saying on precept that she never messed around with a married charwoman, the instances of her being tempted by a conjoin fair sex were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of woman who felt comfy adhering to prescript. She'd served in the war machine for 20 eld and was now enjoying her life pursuing her ambition of becoming an artist. In many path, it was the demand opposite of the strict, stiff life she'd had in The Army. She could resist in forepart of a canvas for hour, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a dark, and key to her spirit's message. Several local anesthetic verandah were showing her study and while the sales were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to go along her passion. Her military pension paid the bill so she was well-fixed and happy. unity life wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so desperate to be in relationship that she would jump at the maiden man who showed her tending either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively capacity in life story, and didn't really have a care in the human race.

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your substructure, sometimes that can be typographical error. In her garden pull weeds one day, Tracy made a wrong move and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn't been for her trusty letter attack aircraft carrier happening along, she might have been there for hours. After a very abbreviated stint in the local infirmary, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and forcible therapy. She'd injured her spine in the military years before and it had a riding habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few years rest, it might literally be years before another flair up. If her lineage bread hadn't been so out of ascendancy, she would let been released with the usual,"Take care, don't over-exert yourself, take two bother killers and anticipate me in the morning,"shtick. The compounding of the medicine and the fact that she hadn't been eating well were causing her glucose horizontal surface to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to serious levels. They released her but with orders for a nurse to add up visit her dwelling house for accompany up visit and make sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her advance. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the clod, their care for their own is beyond compare.

Itching to get back to her canvas tent and gear up to usurp to a greater extent responsibility for her health, Tracy started eating well and doing all the exercises they suggested she do for slowly strengthening her back muscles the minute she got home. If there was a regimen to be performed, Tracy could do it. She didn't want or need a hold coming to check on her ; she wanted to paint. Twice a week, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to come to check on her until the doctor released her. The beginning day Karen showed up, Tracy tried her best to be cultivated but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and unquiet about someone taking care of her. Karen was venerating of the retreat major, even calling her Ma'am. She was warmly, courteous, and a highly competent nurse as well. 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 have been in and out in twenty minutes, Karen stayed for almost an hour, getting to do it her new patient and asking all form of questions to ascertain that she was getting the best care possible and that her recovery was at hand. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to know her patients in society to allow for them with the absolute honorable care. She felt like it was her province to cover herself to her patient role, to be a booster to them.

Karen was, for all intents and determination. .. well. .. not exactly the stark physical opposite of Tracy, but there were some significant differences. Other than the obvious difference in race, Tracy being total darkness and Karenic being white ; Tracy was marvelous than norm, Karen was of average acme. They both had like physique but Karenic had recently given birth and was nursing and the possessor of very large, very sensitive breasts. They were both very attractive char who didn't experience a need to flaunt it and downplayed their attraction out of sensibility and practicality. The two women hit it off immediately and seemed to become friends from essentially day one. There was that connection, that intangible bond you get sometimes when you meet someone and you feel as if you've known them forever. Or, at the very to the lowest degree, that you can open up up to them in ways you can't with others. Karenic hadn't even been coming two full moon calendar week when Tracy started looking forward to her visits. They would break up the monotony of her day, provide her company, and she enjoyed sharing her art with Karen.

One day, Karen stopped by on a day she wasn't scheduled to visit. She said she just wanted to tick up on Tracy. The visit lasted almost two time of day and the cleaning woman talked about life, dear, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Tracy realized that the chemical science she shared with Karen was more than platonic. It was that dark that Tracy allowed herself to bear her very first fantasy about Karen. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new ally. Her endocrine raged and her consistence ached to explore a more strong-arm, sensual connection with the woman who had required memory access to her nursing home two times a calendar week. Because she had been compelled to continue her sexuality secret and hidden in the military, Spencer Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential fan about her penchant. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a pigment brush, she became place to telling the truth, with her art and with her nerve.

"Hey friend, arrive on in,"Tracy said as she opened the door widely to greet Karen on her side by side scheduled visit. This time, rather than her hands and clothes being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and denim that would be what she'd vesture on a perfunctory date with a man. She watched for Karen's reaction carefully as she undid the clit on her shirt to reveal a black lacing thrust up bra as she listened to her heart. Tracy rested her mightily bridge player on Karen's thigh as she pricked the finger on her left hand to test her lineage simoleons. Still no response. Karenic seemed to be oblivious to any intimate stress and went about her clientele professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the Dr. that Spencer Tracy was cleared for release.

Visibly saddened, Tracy sighed and said,"I'm going to miss you, friend. It's been great getting to live you over this short full stop of time."

"Oh, I can still stop by and see you,"Karenic responded."I have other patient role in the region and I would be more than happy to stop by and learn on you every once in a while."She added,"You know, my living is so everyday, so predictable. I've been married to the Lapp man for 15 geezerhood, we've been in a kinship since high school ; I've been in the armed forces for more than than a decade. 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 piece of work and I just think you're a really interesting, really nice person."It wasn't exactly what Spencer Tracy wanted to find out but it felt nice regardless and she knew Karen was being sincere. The cobbler's last things she wanted to do was disaffect her new booster 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. Tracy was elated. She grabbed a bottle of wine, some cheese and banger and set out a little tray."I finished with all my patients early today and I just didn't smell like going home yet,"Karen blurted out the second she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the baby and my older two have practice after school. I just needed a little adult time, I hope you don't mind."

Mind ? Was she crazy ? Tracy was elated. Karen graciously accepted the crack of the chill Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the good afternoon and nibbled on the smoked gouda and redneck. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two women continued to spread up to one another in direction that far exceeded most burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each early, about their sex life, love lifespan, veneration, dreams, frustration, things that usually come after knowing someone a recollective time. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to bequeath and her car was barely out the driveway before Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already excite pussy.

In the stick to week, the unscripted sojourn became more haunt, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch recess, after seeing all her affected role, and even on her days off. The lulu of their conversations was that they were deep, raw, and dependable, not at all superficial. Tracy didn't want to look obvious, so some days she would pop the question herbal tea or juice, others cipher at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karenic to relax up a bit more, she offered some form of alcohol, you know, all under the guise of being a gracious hostess. Her dark were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making passion to her new friend, terrified she might lose her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond notion by the connection.

Eventually, Tracy knew it was time to reveal her true touch. She decided she would do it with a house painting. Inspired, the art object came to life and she invited her friend to her studio to give away it."It's not finished,"she mumbled, terrified about being rejected as an artist and a friend. As Karen stared at the sheet, she could clearly make out two char who could not be confused for anyone early than herself and Tracy in a very insinuate, semi-nude embracing.

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

Spencer Tracy felt a signified of succour almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karen to rip her clothes off and for them to have it off in the middle of the story, it was more like she just needed her friend to see all of her, to know her truth, to not hide any voice of herself anymore. She felt free. She mumbled something about the interpersonal chemistry and the connector they shared and apologized in ten different path for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just remain booster. For all of her infatuation, Tracy knew that Karen was married and she wasn't about to break that rule, even if the attractor was common.

The moral force of the family relationship did modification after that. Karen was more hesitant to come by, not because she didn't like Tracy any More but because she felt awkward. Tracy was gracious but offered no alcohol on their brief visits. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few weeks. Before long, water found its own level and everything was back to being comfortable, with the small exception of the fact that they two didn't honorable mention the sexual attraction affair. It didn't need to be mentioned. There was a growing sexual stress between the two women. They would sit cheeseparing together on the sofa, touch more. A bright lamp in the corner of the room would eventually become replaced by the soft glow of candlelight. Their clinch goodbye lasted long and it was more than evident that Karen was beginning to trust Tracy in shipway she never thought potential.

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

Tracy did understand. The rapport they had built together was based on a certain level of non-verbal communicating."You mean being with another cleaning lady ?"Karen nodded."wellspring, it can be the most tender, gentle, carnal 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 difference is there is no end objective. You know when you're with a man that everything he does is with one goal in thinker, to get to the screwing. With a woman, there is no such schedule ; it's all about the journey, not the destination. I've made love life to a woman for eight hour once and my solitary goal was to get her to the very boundary of coming and then stop over and over and over again. At the end of six minute, she was screaming for me to. .."Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karen was breathing heavy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed signboard of her breasts leaking. She leaned in close and tilted Karen's face towards hers, their lips virtually close plenty for a osculation, making acute eye physical 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 prudes by any mean value, we experiment like any former yoke, watch porno, whatever we can to retain our sex lifespan from being boring. It's just that you do get in a rut after you've been married a piece, the same thing no matter how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex sprightliness has been really swell 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 sure 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 knowledgeable enough with her champion to unfold up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her friend's hand."I'll answer any questions you have and I won't stop being your ally. I won't do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable. I promise. I have a insurance ; I don't patsy around with anyone who is married so we are pretty safe to talk about anything. It will go no further than that. If you want to spill the beans about sex with me and go home and fuck your husband like nutcase, that is just finely with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the sexual latent hostility was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karen gathered her things and bolted out there like lightning. Over the adjacent few month, their relationship took on a new moral force. Karen flirted, tempted, and teased and Spencer Tracy was holding fast to her rule about not fooling around with a marry cleaning woman. Karen started forsaking her early Friend, friends she's known since high school school, to derive spend time Tracy. She loved the tactile sensation of freedom she got the very minute she walked through the door, the power to order the truth that she didn't have with her other friends. She loved the sexual tension and she had begun being more discriminate about the things she shared with her husband, not wanting him to get it on exactly how turned on she was getting deal time with another cleaning woman. Karen knew that for all Tracy's integrity, she would never cross the communication channel, so she felt naught about teasing her friend, making not so pernicious proposition and then running out the door to the safety of her husband and married lifetime.

One night, a little after one in the morning, Karen, audibly upset, called Tracy and said,"Sorry to wake you, but John and I had a really bad engagement, do you bear in mind if I crash at your place ? I just can't stand the idea of sleeping next to him right now. I need to get out of the theatre and I. .. well, I just want to come there to be honest."Tracy extended an whirl for her friend to last out with her and said she would go away 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 one-half hour, she was in Tracy's driveway and the key was under the mat as promised. She quietly let herself in and peeked in the guest room with towels on the end of the bed and a cunning little gift basket of toiletries on the chest. Tentatively, she walked past the node room to Tracy's master bedchamber. Curiosity had gotten the easily of her and she had to find out what it was like in real life-time. She was heroic to know what it was like to make love to another char. She tiptoed in and folded her wearing apparel in a neat pile as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the covers and crawled in bed, snuggling her body against the warmth of her Quaker's brown body.

Spencer Tracy awoke immediately, still stuporous but very sure enough that there was a naked body next to hers."Karen, what are you doing ? Don't do this. Please."

Tracy's dustup were silenced with a buss. Karen placed her lips against Tracy's and they shared an confidant, tender kiss, like only two women can ploughshare. Again, Tracy protested."Karen, I'm not strong enough to withstand this sort of pressure. What about John ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't progress to me go. brand making love to me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want to me but don't make me go."The words choked up in her throat as the tear came. She couldn't leave, she wouldn't leave. This wasn't just about some random fuck with a stranger to get off. This wasn't a tinny chill. This was a charwoman she loved as a ally, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to experience the matter that she had tried to deny for months. There was no denying that her clit would pulsate and her pussy would get moist when she was with Spencer 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 finger like to hold a woman's mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how dissimilar it would feel.

She didn't have clip to think too lots about the ramifications of her action. Spencer Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their legs intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the t-shirt from Tracy's sleepyheaded frame and tossed it to the floor. She felt sexy and wanted in the present moment.

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

Feeling more confident than she'd felt in a very long time, she reached up and placed her rima oris on Tracy's. Their lips gently parted and their spit found each other's. electricity shot through Karenic's trunk. Almost immediately, her pussy began to shiver and pulse, getting wetter than she'd remembered in a very recollective sentence. A sound escaped her rim, one of pleasure and stimulation. Tracy kissed her spinal column and their kiss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily carnal. Tracy kissed her way down Karen's neck, tasting her skin, pressing her lips to the erotic hot spots Karen had almost forgotten she had. Her soundbox responded. She was writhing, twisting, panting and incredibly turned on. She'd imagined what it would be like to be with a womanhood but in her wildest imagination she had never thought that it would feel so excruciatingly erotic. By the sentence Tracy's rim got to her collar ivory, sounds were escaping her lip that sounded strange to her own capitulum.

In the shadow of her bedroom, in the middle of the night, Tracy put aside all her misgivings about engaging in an occasion with a married person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a sensual cleaning lady, a needy womanhood who deserved to be made love to and pleasured like she'd never experienced previously. The woman beneath her was a friend, a person she knew inside and out, a woman she had craved sexually for month. She took her clock time and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karen until she begged her to break off.

If she had been given the opportunity to prepare, she would have had respective toy and matter like honey, ice cube, satin weather sheet, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl picture prepare. With aught but her hands and sass, she set to form. Unsure of how to palm the lactation thing, she decided to keep slowly and let Karen resolve how and where she should go. With that conclusion, she decided to lick everywhere but her nipples. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karenic's collarbone to her belly button and back again, not missing a berth in between.

Every cheek ending in Karen's torso felt alive with turmoil. She was tense up and aroused and queasy all at the same time. She didn't know what to do with her script so she gripped the sheet tightly and held on for dear liveliness. Tracy took Karen's hired hand and placed them on her hips. Even in the darkness of night, she could see the dividing line in skin tone, finger the fuzziness of a woman's bod. Her hands began to wander, gently caressing Tracy's curves. Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so nice. Don't stop consonant. Oh, yeah, experience my tits."Karen froze momentarily and then took a deep breath and did just that. The weight, the fullness, the feeling of those heavy, dark teat in her hands was sensory overload. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her wishing those pap in her mouth. Without saying a Holy Writ, Tracy knew and lowered her tits to her waiting mouth.

Karen took to making love to a charwoman like a duck's egg takes to 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 feel gratifying. In that moment she understood what hoi polloi meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a woman. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her kitty-cat against Karen's thigh. It was slippery and hot and distracting."Oh, Tracy, this is driving me crazy. Fuck me."

Tracy responded with a grin. She turned Karen over and proceeded to kiss her way down her back, her thigh, all over her ass, her tongue leaving a wet trail down her back. Karen had had enough of the tease and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knee joint, causing Karen to gasp for air. She gently parted the gentle, garden pink faithful of form that enveloped all that made Karen a woman and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger and gently caressed Karen's clitoris. In that consequence Karen was 100 % sure John had never touched her so softly, never found her spot so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a hoot. Her ventilation was short, raspy. The sensation didn't last long as Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet kitty. The next sensation she felt was that of hot breathing time on her internal thighs, her ass, her pussycat. It was as if Spencer Tracy was making love life to her pussy with her eye, not even touching it, just looking at it, examining it in a way no one had ever done before. Karenic was chanting,"Eat me. .. lick me. .. have intercourse me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her branch, Karen started to rub her own kitty but Tracy moved her hand away. She replaced her fingertip with her knife and began to lick softly. Karenic's lyric now were incoherent, she was speaking the language of supreme ecstasy. From her clitoris to her asshole and back again, Tracy tasted every inch of Karen's wet pussy. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right billet. And just when Karen didn't think she could take any more than comb-out, Tracy took her fingers and pushed them inside Karen's dripping wet kitty-cat. They probed and pushed all the correct spotlight. That was enough to station her over the edge but Tracy had other plans. Flipping her over, holding her wooden leg back, Tracy started licking her again. This time her nidus was solely on her clit, she was going to bring her to orgasm with the flicking apparent motion of her tongue. Karen grabbed Tracy's head and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how dear it felt.

Just as Karen was about to reach her special moment, Spencer Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karen's body and kissed her again, letting her taste her own juices. Karen sucked her lingua feverishly. She felt out of ascendance. She was caressing Tracy's body now, begging for vent. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the care and collar she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling skilful, nothing more, naught LE. She held up her nipple to her friend."Here, suck them."It was a symbolic gesture, symbolizing a secretiveness and a chemical bond that the two friends shared. It was example of giving her gender to a woman in a way that most would never share.

Tracy needed no further boost and lowered her mouth to the hardened mammilla. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her pleasure, it was about the intimacy, connection, and passion between the two booster. As her mouth filled with the afters, warm liquid, she heard Karenic's pacify moans. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her friend humped her thigh against her mound. She slid her fingers inside Karen again, this prison term, intending to give her an earth-shattering orgasm. At this dot, Karen was so wet, the entire elbow room was filled with the sounds of her being finger fucked.

Both woman were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the death hour, Tracy slid her body around and placed her pussy against Karen's. It was soft and wet and unlike anything Karenic had ever felt before. They fucked each other. They rubbed their clit against one another, pink against pinko, holding on to each other for pricey animation until they both felt the undulation of impending pleasure overhaul them.

Karen slid out of bed in the ahead of time morn hr. She needed to get abode to the kids before they started moving around. She softly kissed Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would forebode her later that afternoon. Tracy's heart dropped. She felt terrible about breaking her own rule. Karen comforted her as best she could under the circumstances, 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 unforced to confront the consequences, come what may.

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