Spencer Tracy Robinson had a concentrated and riotous linguistic rule : Do NOT, under any consideration, never, ever, ever fool around with a conjoin 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 reason to date somebody who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning ; she had enough respect for herself to not particular date someone else's man. Because she was bisexual person, the same theory applied to women as well. Women were slightly unlike in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. almost fair sex weren't after illicit sex and extramarital affaire with random former char so while Spencer Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on precept that she never messed around with a married charwoman, the illustration of her being tempted by a espouse cleaning woman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the sort of woman who felt well-fixed adhering to ruler. She'd served in the war machine for 20 days and was now enjoying her life pursuing her dreams of becoming an creative person. In many ways, it was the demand antonym of the strict, rigid life she'd had in The ground forces. She could stand in nominal head of a canvas for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three time of day of sleep a night, and paint to her heart's content. Several topical anaesthetic galleries were showing her oeuvre and while the sales agreement were few and far between, they were enough to go on her motivated to continue her passion. Her armed services pension paid the bills so she was comfortable and well-chosen. I life wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so do-or-die 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 substance in life, and didn't really have a maintenance in the world.

When they say that life-time has a way of knocking you off your feet, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pull weeds one day, Tracy made a wrong move and ended up boldness up in amongst her gardenias ineffectual to move. If it hadn't been for her trustworthy letter carrier happening along, she might have been there for hours. After a very brief least sandpiper in the topical anaesthetic hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and physical therapy. She'd injured her back in the military years before and it had a habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few Day rest, it might literally be twelvemonth before another flash up. If her line of descent moolah hadn't been so out of control, she would have been released with the common,"take care, don't over-exert yourself, take two pain in the neck killers and call me in the morning,"shtick. The combination of the medical specialty and the fact that she hadn't been eating well were causing her glucose tier to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to dangerous tier. They released her but with orders for a nurse to occur visit her household for stick with up sojourn and make for certain she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her progress. Say what you want about the war machine, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the ball, their tending for their own is beyond compare.

itchiness to get back to her canvases and ready to assume More responsibility for her wellness, 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 regime to be performed, Tracy could do it. She didn't want or need a lactate coming to break on her ; she wanted to paint. Twice a week, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to add up to check on her until the Doctor released her. The first day Karen showed up, Tracy tried her ripe to be polite but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and queasy about someone taking caution of her. Karenic was respectful of the retired Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was warm, gracious, and a highly competent nursemaid as well. Spencer Tracy insisted,"Do not telephone me Ma'am. I'm not in the armed forces 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 screw her new affected role and asking all sorts of interrogative to see to it that she was getting the best care potential and that her recovery was imminent. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to know her patients in monastic order to provide them with the absolute best care. She felt like it was her responsibility to stretch herself to her affected role, to be a protagonist to them.

Karen was, for all intents and intention. .. well. .. not exactly the complete physical opposite word of Tracy, but there were some significant difference of opinion. Other than the obvious divergence in race, Tracy being Black and Karenic being white-hot ; Spencer Tracy was tall than average, Karen was of average height. They both had similar soma but Karenic had recently given nascency and was breast feeding and the owner of very large, very sensitive breast. They were both very attractive cleaning woman who didn't feel a motivation to flaunt it and downplayed their attractiveness out of sensibility and practicality. The two women hit it off immediately and seemed to become friends from essentially day one. There was that connexion, that intangible bond 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 spread up to them in ways you can't with others. Karenic hadn't even been coming two full weeks when Spencer Tracy started looking forward to her visit. They would break up the sameness of her day, allow her company, and she enjoyed sharing her artwork with Karen.

One day, Karen stopped by on a day she wasn't scheduled to visit. She said she just wanted to check up on Tracy. The visit lasted almost two hours and the women talked about life, love, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Tracy realized that the chemical science she shared with Karen was to a greater extent than platonic. It was that night that Spencer Tracy allowed herself to have her very first fantasy about Karen. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new friend. Her internal secretion raged and her organic structure ached to explore a more physical, sultry connecter with the fair sex who had mandatory admission to her home two meter a workweek. Because she had been compelled to maintain her sexuality secret and hidden in the military, Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential drop lovers about her taste. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a paint brushwood, she became committed to telling the truth, with her art and with her heart.

"Hey friend, come on in,"Tracy said as she opened the door widely to greet Karen on her future schedule visit. This clip, rather than her deal and wearing apparel being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and dungaree that would be what she'd wear on a daily date with a man. She watched for Karenic's reaction carefully as she undid the release on her shirt to reveal a nigrify lace push up bra as she listened to her heart. Tracy rested her right-hand helping hand on Karenic's thigh as she pricked the finger on her left hand to quiz her blood lucre. Still no reaction. Karen seemed to be oblivious to any sexual tensity and went about her business professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the doctor that Tracy was cleared for discharge.

Visibly saddened, Spencer Tracy sighed and said,"I'm going to neglect you, friend. It's been corking getting to know you over this unretentive period of time."

"Oh, I can still stop by and see you,"Karen responded."I have former patient in the arena and I would be more than happy to block by and suss out on you every once in a while."She added,"You know, my life story is so routine, so predictable. I've been married to the same man for fifteen years, we've been in a human relationship since high gear schooltime ; I've been in the armed forces for more than a X. I'm a mom and a wife and a nanny. 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 oeuvre and I just think you're a really interesting, really gracious person."It wasn't exactly what Tracy wanted to hear but it felt nice 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, Karenic called and asked if it was okay if she stopped by. Spencer Tracy was elated. She grabbed a bottle of vino, some cheese and crackers and set out a minuscule tray."I finished with all my affected role early today and I just didn't feeling like going menage yet,"Karen blurted out the 2d she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the sister and my older two have practice after school. I just needed a piffling grownup metre, I hope you don't mind."

Mind ? Was she crazy ? Tracy was elated. Karen graciously accepted the offer of the chilled Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the smoked gouda and firecracker. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two woman continued to spread out up to one another in ways that far exceeded most burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex living, love lives, fears, ambition, defeat, things that usually come after knowing someone a yearn prison term. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to will and her car was barely out the driveway before Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already aroused kitty.

In the stick with weeks, the unscripted visit became more frequent, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch breaks, after seeing all her patients, and even on her days off. The beauty of their conversations was that they were thick, raw, and good, not at all superficial. Spencer Tracy didn't want to seem obvious, so some Day she would tender herbal tea tea or juice, others zilch at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karenic to loosen up a bit more, she offered some form of intoxicant, you know, all under the pretense of being a gracious hostess. Her nights were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making making love to her new booster, terrified she might suffer her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond belief by the connection.

Eventually, Tracy knew it was time to discover her true up smell. She decided she would do it with a picture. Inspired, the man came to life and she invited her champion to her studio apartment to discover 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 realize out two cleaning lady who could not be confused for anyone former than herself and Tracy in a very intimate, semi-nude embrace.

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

Tracy felt a sense of stand-in almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karenic to rip her clothes 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 get it on her truth, to not hide any contribution of herself anymore. She felt liberate. She mumbled something about the chemistry and the connecter they shared and apologized in ten different path for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just stay on friends. For all of her puppy love, Tracy knew that Karen was married and she wasn't about to discover that rule, even if the attractor was mutual.

The moral force of the family relationship did change 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 alcoholic beverage on their brief visit. Their conversations were more doubtful and reserved for a few weeks. Before recollective, water found its own stage and everything was back to being well-to-do, with the small exception of the fact that they two didn't quotation the sexual attractor thing. It didn't need to be mentioned. There was a growing sexual tension between the two women. They would sit nigh together on the sofa, touch more. A vivid lamp in the street corner of the room would eventually become replaced by the easygoing glow of candlelight. Their hugs goodbye lasted prospicient and it was more than discernible that Karen was beginning to trust Tracy in manner she never thought potential.

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

Tracy did empathise. The rapport they had built together was based on a certain level of non-verbal communication."You mean being with another woman ?"Karen nodded."Well, it can be the most ship's boat, gentle, sensual experience you've ever had, in a way that no man could ever impact you, kiss you or fulfill you. It can be just as acute and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the deviation is there is no end objective lens. You know when you're with a man that everything he does is with one goal in idea, to get to the fucking. With a womanhood, there is no such agenda ; it's all about the journey, not the goal. I've made sexual love to a woman for eight hours once and my only destination was to get her to the very bound of orgasm and then stop over and over and over again. At the end of six minute, she was screaming for me to. .."Spencer Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karenic was breathing heavy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed signal of her breasts leaking. She leaned in ending and lean Karenic's face towards hers, their rim virtually close enough for a kiss, making intense eye touch."Are you okay ?"

"You know, I told Saint John about. .. you know. .. about. .. well, I told him about the picture and everything. We aren't prudes by any means, we experiment like any early couple, watch porn, whatever we can to keep open our sex life from being boring. It's just that you do get in a rut after you've been married a while, the same thing no topic how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex life story 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 trusted you know. The final stage matter I want to do is lead you on and I don't want to lose our friendly relationship 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 blockade but confidant enough with her friend to open up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her friend's hand."I'll answer any enquiry you have and I won't stop being your friend. I won't do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable. I promise. I have a insurance policy ; I don't fool around with anyone who is married so we are pretty condom to sing about anything. It will go no further than that. If you want to let the cat out of the bag about sex with me and go home and have it off your husband like weirdo, that is just fine with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the sexual stress was so chummy in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karen gathered her affair and bolted out there like lightning. Over the side by side few months, 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 married woman. Karen started forsaking her other friends, friends she's known since gamey school day, to follow spend fourth dimension Tracy. She loved the flavor of freedom she got the very minute she walked through the door, the ability to tell the truth that she didn't have with her former friends. She loved the intimate tautness and she had begun being more discriminate about the thing she shared with her husband, not wanting him to sleep with exactly how turned on she was getting sharing time with another adult female. Karen knew that for all Tracy's integrity, she would never cross the personal credit line, so she felt cipher about teasing her admirer, making not so subtle mesmerism and then running out the room access to the condom of her husband and married spirit.

One dark, a piffling after one in the morning, Karenic, audibly upset, called Tracy and said,"Sorry to rouse you, but John and I had a really bad engagement, do you mind if I crash at your place ? I just can't stand the thought of sleeping next to him right now. I need to get out of the house and I. .. well, I just want to come there to be honest."Tracy extended an go for her friend to stay with her and said she would leave a key under the mat and the guest 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 cute little gift basketball hoop of toiletries on the toilet table. Tentatively, she walked past the client room to Spencer Tracy's master bedchamber. wonder 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 make water love to another adult female. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat wad as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the covert and crawled in bed, snuggling her body against the warmheartedness of her protagonist's brown consistency.

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

Tracy's Word were silenced with a kiss. Karenic placed her backtalk against Spencer Tracy's and they shared an intimate, stamp osculation, like only two char can share. Again, Tracy protested."Karen, I'm not strong enough to stand firm this kind of pressure. What about John ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't make me go. shuffle dear 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 crying came. She couldn't leave of absence, she wouldn't leave. This wasn't just about some random fuck with a alien to get off. This wasn't a cheap thrill. This was a cleaning woman she loved as a Friend, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to experience the affair that she had tried to abnegate for months. 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 hubby, she was thinking about what it would feel like to ingest a woman's mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how dissimilar it would finger.

She didn't have metre to recollect too much about the forking of her actions. Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their legs intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the tee shirt from Tracy's sleepyheaded frame and tossed it to the floor. She felt sexy and wanted in the here and now.

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

feeling more confident than she'd felt in a very foresightful time, she reached up and placed her mouth on Spencer Tracy's. Their mouth gently parted and their tongue found each other's. electricity shot through Karen's consistence. Almost immediately, her pussy began to thrill and pulsate, getting wetter than she'd remembered in a very long metre. A sound escaped her rim, one of pleasure and arousal. Spencer Tracy kissed her cover and their kiss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily animal. Spencer Tracy kissed her way down Karen's neck, tasting her peel, pressing her lips 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 wildest imaginativeness she had never thought that it would feel so excruciatingly titillating. By the metre Tracy's lips got to her collar osseous tissue, sounds were escaping her lips that sounded strange to her own capitulum.

In the dark of her bedroom, in the heart of the night, Tracy put aside all her suspicion about engaging in an social function with a espouse person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a sultry woman, a necessitous woman who deserved to be made love to and pleasured like she'd never experienced previously. The woman beneath her was a protagonist, a person she knew inside and out, a cleaning woman she had craved sexually for month. She took her fourth dimension and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karen until she begged her to stop.

If she had been given the opportunity to organize, she would cause had various toy and things like honey, ice cubes, satin mainsheet, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl film quick. With nothing but her script and mouth, she set to work. Unsure of how to handle the lactation matter, she decided to go slowly and let Karen decide how and where she should go. With that decision, she decided to lick everywhere but her nipples. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karen's clavicle to her belly push and back again, not missing a spot in between.

Every face ending in Karen's body felt alive with excitement. She was tense and aroused and skittish all at the Same clock time. She didn't know what to do with her helping hand so she gripped the sheets tightly and held on for dear life. Tracy took Karen's hired hand and placed them on her hips. Even in the shadow of night, she could see the contrast in clamber spirit, feel the balminess of a cleaning lady's human body. Her hands began to rove, gently caressing Tracy's curve ball. Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so nice. Don't stop. Oh, yeah, feel my tits."Karen froze momentarily and then took a deep breathing space and did just that. The weight, the fullness, the look of those arduous, dark nipples in her deal was sensory overburden. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her want those tit in her mouth. Without saying a word of honor, Tracy knew and lowered her tit to her waiting mouth.

Karen took to making love to a cleaning woman like a duck takes to H2O. She licked and kissed and softly sucked like she wanted to be sucked. She did it the way she knew cryptical in her gut would feel pleasurable. In that here and now she understood what multitude meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a cleaning woman. Spencer Tracy was moaning, rubbing her pussy against Karen's thigh. It was slippy and hot and distracting."Oh, Tracy, this is driving me half-baked. piece of ass me."

Tracy responded with a smile. She turned Karen over and proceeded to kiss her way down her rachis, her second joint, all over her ass, her clapper leaving a wet lead down her spine. Karenic had had sufficiency of the tease and wanted more. Spencer Tracy grabbed her articulatio coxae and pulled her to her knee, causing Karenic to gasp for air. She gently parted the flabby, pink crease of flesh that enveloped all that made Karen a woman and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger and gently caressed Karen's clit. In that moment Karen was 100 % sure John had never touched her so softly, never found her fleck so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a hiss. Her respiration was suddenly, raspy. The sensation didn't live on long as Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet pussycat. The next sensation she felt was that of hot breath on her inner second joint, her ass, her puss. It was as if Spencer Tracy was making love to her twat 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. .. puzzle out me. .. fuck me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her peg, Karen started to rub her own kitty but Tracy moved her script away. She replaced her fingertip with her tongue and began to solve softly. Karen's language now were incoherent, she was speaking the voice communication of sovereign ecstasy. From her clit to her dickhead and back again, Spencer Tracy tasted every in of Karen's wet slit. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the powerful maculation. And just when Karen didn't think she could take any to a greater extent comb-out, Tracy took her digit and pushed them inside Karenic's dripping wet pussy. They probed and pushed all the right spots. That was enough to send her over the bound but Tracy had other programme. Flipping her over, holding her legs back, Tracy started licking her again. This metre her focus was solely on her clit, she was going to land her to orgasm with the flicking apparent motion of her spit. Karenic grabbed Spencer Tracy's caput and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how practiced it felt.

Just as Karenic was about to turn over her exceptional import, Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karen's torso and kissed her again, letting her gustatory modality her own juice. Karenic sucked her tongue feverishly. She felt out of ascendency. She was caressing Tracy's consistence now, begging for press release. She felt uninhibited, delirious by the fears and apprehensions she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling practiced, goose egg more, nix LE. She held up her tits to her friend."Here, take in them."It was a symbolic gesture, symbolizing a closeness and a Bond that the two Friend shared. It was example of giving her gender to a cleaning lady in a way that most would never share.

Tracy needed no far encouragement and lowered her mouth to the hardened nipple. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her delight, it was about the closeness, connection, and Passion between the two friends. As her backtalk filled with the dessert, warm liquid, she heard Karen's gentle moans. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her acquaintance humped her thigh against her mound. She slid her fingers inside Karen again, this prison term, intending to pass on her an earth-shattering orgasm. At this peak, Karenic was so wet, the entire room was filled with the sounds of her being digit fucked.

Both charwoman were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the endure hour, Tracy slid her physical structure around and placed her pussycat against Karen's. It was diffuse and wet and unlike anything Karenic had ever felt before. They fucked each other. They rubbed their clit against one another, pink against pink, holding on to each other for affectionately life until they both felt the waves of impending delight catch them.

Karenic slid out of bed in the too soon morning hours. She needed to get dwelling to the kids before they started moving around. She softly kissed Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would hollo her later that afternoon. Tracy's nub dropped. She felt awful about breaking her own rule. Karenic 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 willing to face up the effect, come what may.

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