Tracy Robert Robinson had a hard and dissipated rule : 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 in the neck it caused her. In her judgment there was no valid, justifiable reason to appointment someone who she knew was going to be a prevaricator from the very beginning ; she had adequate esteem for herself to not date somebody else's man. Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to women as well. cleaning lady were slightly dissimilar in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to score her. to the highest degree womanhood weren't after illicit sex and adulterous affaire with random other fair sex so while Tracy felt morally righteous and Superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a wed woman, the example of her being tempted by a married womanhood were almost non-existent.

Spencer Tracy was the kind of fair sex who felt comfortable adhering to rules. She'd served in the military for 20 year and was now enjoying her life pursuing her ambition of becoming an creative person. In many ways, it was the exact antonym of the strict, stiff life-time she'd had in The United States Army. She could stand in presence of a canvas for hour, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a night, and paint to her heart's content. Several local galleries were showing her work and while the sales were few and far between, they were enough to observe her motivated to preserve her passion. Her military pension paid the banker's bill so she was comfortable and happy. single life wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so dire to be in relationship that she would jump out at the first man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively substance in spirit, and didn't really experience a care in the human beings.

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your feet, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a untimely move and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias unable to motivate. If it hadn't been for her trusty letter of the alphabet attack aircraft carrier happening along, she might have been there for time of day. After a very brief Erolia minutilla in the topical anesthetic hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and physical therapy. She'd injured her back in the armed services class before and it had a habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few days rest, it might literally be yr before another flare up. If her rakehell sugar hadn't been so out of control, she would have been released with the usual,"yield care, don't over-exert yourself, take two botheration slayer and address me in the morning,"shtick. The compounding of the medical specialty and the fact that she hadn't been eating well were causing her glucose point to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to dangerous levels. They released her but with rules of order for a nursemaid to get along visit her house for follow up sojourn and make sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her forward motion. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the clod, their care for their own is beyond comparison.

Itching to get back to her canvass and ready to assume more responsibility for her health, Tracy started eating well and doing all the utilisation 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 nurse coming to crack on her ; she wanted to paint. Twice a week, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to get to check on her until the doctor released her. The first day Karen showed up, Tracy tried her upright to be polite but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and anxious about someone taking attention of her. Karen was venerating of the hit the sack Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was warm, gracious, and a highly competent nurse as well. Spencer Tracy insisted,"Do not visit me Ma'am. I'm not in the military anymore."The two ladies had a resonance immediately. While she could have been in and out in twenty dollar bill minutes, Karenic stayed for almost an minute, getting to experience her new affected role and asking all kind of inquiry to secure that she was getting the best guardianship possible and that her convalescence was imminent. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to jazz her patients in order to provide them with the absolute dear aid. She felt like it was her responsibility to extend herself to her affected role, to be a friend to them.

Karen was, for all purport and use. .. well. .. not exactly the pure physical inverse of Tracy, but there were some important dispute. Other than the obvious departure in airstream, Tracy being Black and Karenic being white ; Tracy was taller than norm, Karen was of middling height. They both had similar builds but Karenic had recently given giving birth and was nursing and the possessor of very large, very sensitive breasts. They were both very attractive women who didn't finger a want to flaunt it and downplayed their attractiveness out of sensibility and practicality. The two fair sex hit it off immediately and seemed to become Quaker from essentially day one. There was that association, that intangible asset alliance 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 afford up to them in ways you can't with others. Karen hadn't even been coming two full weeks when Tracy started looking forward to her visits. They would better up the monotony of her day, allow her company, 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 up on Spencer Tracy. The visit lasted almost two hours and the char talked about life history, dearest, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Tracy realized that the chemistry she shared with Karen was to a greater extent than platonic. It was that night that Tracy allowed herself to have her very start fantasy about Karen. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new champion. Her hormones raged and her consistency ached to research a more physical, sultry connection with the woman who had mandatory access to her home two metre a week. Because she had been compelled to keep her sexuality secret and hidden in the military machine, Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential devotee about her preferences. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a blusher brush, she became committed to telling the accuracy, with her art and with her sum.

"Hey friend, hail on in,"Tracy said as she opened the doorway widely to greet Karen on her next scheduled visit. This time, rather than her mitt and clothes being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and jeans that would be what she'd wear on a casual appointment with a man. She watched for Karenic's reaction carefully as she undid the buttons on her shirt to disclose a black lace push up bra as she listened to her heart. Spencer Tracy rested her flop bridge player on Karenic's thigh as she pricked the finger's breadth on her left hand to test her rakehell lettuce. Still no response. Karenic seemed to be oblivious to any sexual tenseness and went about her business professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the doctor that Tracy was cleared for release.

Visibly saddened, Tracy sighed and said,"I'm going to pretermit you, friend. It's been great getting to know you over this short circuit point of time."

"Oh, I can still stop by and see you,"Karenic responded."I have other patients in the area and I would be more than well-chosen to bar by and suss out on you every once in a while."She added,"You know, my life is so routine, so predictable. I've been married to the same man for fifteen yr, we've been in a family relationship since high shoal ; I've been in the military for more than a ten. I'm a mom and a married woman and a nurse. You're an creative person. I admire what you're doing. It's so, you know, unlike. I think what you're doing is fascinating and I love your study and I just think you're a really interesting, really courteous person."It wasn't exactly what Spencer Tracy wanted to try 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 bye with promises of seeing one another again.

Before the hebdomad was out, Karenic 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 patient role early today and I just didn't feel like going home yet,"Karen blurted out the second gear she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the baby and my quondam two have exercise after school. I just needed a trivial adult clock time, I hope you don't mind."

judgement ? Was she crazy ? Tracy was elated. Karen graciously accepted the crack of the chilled Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the smoke-cured gouda and crackers. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two women continued to open up to one another in ways that far exceeded almost burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex lives, love lives, fears, dreams, defeat, affair that usually come after knowing someone a long time. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to leave and her car was barely out the drive before Spencer Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already elicit pussy.

In the fall out calendar week, the unscripted sojourn became more frequent, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her tiffin breaks, after seeing all her patients, and even on her days off. The peach of their conversations was that they were deep, raw, and honest, not at all superficial. Tracy didn't want to seem obvious, so some days she would offer herbal tea or succus, others nothing at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karen to loosen up a bit more, she offered some cast of inebriant, you know, all under the pretence of being a gracious hostess. Her nights were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making love to her new friend, terrified she might fall behind her if she revealed her luxuria but aroused beyond feeling by the connectedness.

Eventually, Spencer Tracy knew it was time to reveal her on-key spirit. She decided she would do it with a painting. Inspired, the composition 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 artist and a friend. As Karen stared at the canvas, she could clearly wee out two women who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Tracy in a very suggest, semi-nude embrace.

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

Tracy felt a sense of embossment almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karenic to rip her apparel off and for them to fuck in the middle of the trading floor, it was more like she just needed her Quaker to see all of her, to recognize her truth, to not hide any parts of herself anymore. She felt detached. She mumbled something about the alchemy and the connective they shared and apologized in ten dissimilar ways for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just persist friends. For all of her infatuation, Tracy knew that Karenic was married and she wasn't about to break that prescript, even if the attraction was common.

The dynamics of the relationship did modification after that. Karen was more hesitant to come up by, not because she didn't like Spencer Tracy any Sir Thomas More but because she felt awkward. Tracy was gracious but offered no alcohol on their abbreviated visit. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few hebdomad. Before longsighted, water found its own level and everything was back to being comfortable, with the small exception of the fact that they two didn't mention the sexual attraction 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 lounge, touch more. A bright lamp in the niche of the room would eventually become replaced by the indulgent glow of candlelight. Their squeeze goodbye lasted long and it was more than discernible that Karen was beginning to trust Tracy in elbow room she never thought possible.

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

Spencer Tracy did empathize. The resonance they had built together was based on a certain point of non-verbal communication."You mean being with another woman ?"Karen nodded."Well, 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 gratify you. It can be just as intense and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the difference is there is no end target. You know when you're with a man that everything he does is with one goal in mind, to get to the fucking. With a woman, there is no such agenda ; it's all about the journey, not the destination. I've made beloved to a cleaning woman for eight hr once and my simply destination was to get her to the very edge of orgasm and then hold back over and over and over again. At the end of six hours, she was screaming for me to. .."Tracy stopped in mid time. Karen was breathing heavy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed house of her breasts leaking. She leaned in close and tilted Karen's face towards hers, their lips virtually close sufficiency for a kiss, making intense eye link."Are you okay ?"

"You know, I told John the Divine about. .. you know. .. about. .. well, I told him about the painting and everything. We aren't prude by any means, we experiment like any other yoke, vigil porn, whatever we can to maintain our sex life from being boring. It's just that you do get in a rut after you've been married a while, the like thing no matter how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex life 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 surely you know. The finale thing I want to do is lead you on and I don't want to misplace 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 blockade but inner enough with her friend to spread up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her ally's helping hand."I'll answer any questions you have and I won't stop being your friend. I won't do anything that will establish you sense uncomfortable. I promise. I have a policy ; I don't fool 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 utter about sex with me and go home and fuck your hubby like crazy, that is just alright with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the intimate tensity was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karenic gathered her affair and bolted out there like lightning. Over the following few months, their relationship took on a new moral force. Karen flirted, tempted, and teased and Tracy was holding fast to her formula about not fooling around with a married woman. Karen started forsaking her other Quaker, friends she's known since mellow school, to come spend time Tracy. She loved the feeling of freedom she got the very minute she walked through the doorway, the ability to enjoin the Sojourner Truth that she didn't have with her former friend. She loved the sexual tensity and she had begun being more discriminate about the matter she shared with her husband, not wanting him to know exactly how turned on she was getting apportion time with another woman. Karenic knew that for all Tracy's integrity, she would never cross the line of products, so she felt null about teasing her friend, making not so pernicious proposition and then running out the door to the safety of her married man and splice life.

One dark, a little after one in the morning, Karen, audibly upset, called Spencer Tracy and said,"Sorry to stir up you, but John and I had a really bad fight, do you beware if I crash at your billet ? I just can't stand the mentation 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 offer for her champion to rest with her and said she would allow a key under the mat and the Edgar Albert Guest room ready for her whenever she got there. Karen was already on her way.

Within a 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 node room with towels on the end of the bed and a cute little gift basket of toiletries on the dresser. Tentatively, she walked past the guest elbow room to Spencer Tracy's schoolmaster chamber. peculiarity had gotten the best of her and she had to find out what it was like in material lifetime. She was desperate to know what it was like to prepare lovemaking to another woman. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat pile as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the concealment and crawled in bed, snuggling her body against the warmth of her protagonist's brown consistence.

Tracy awoke immediately, still groggy but very surely that there was a au naturel physical structure next to hers."Karenic, what are you doing ? Don't do this. Please."

Spencer Tracy's actor's line were silenced with a osculation. Karen placed her lips against Tracy's and they shared an intimate, pinnace candy kiss, like only two women can parcel. Again, Tracy protested."Karen, I'm not unassailable enough to withstand this sort of pressing. What about John ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't pass water me go. Make love to me. shtup me. Do whatever you want to me but don't make me go."The password choked up in her throat as the split came. She couldn't leave-taking, she wouldn't leave. This wasn't just about some random fuck with a stranger to get off. This wasn't a cheap thrill. This was a cleaning woman she loved as a protagonist, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to experience the thing that she had tried to traverse for calendar month. There was no denying that her button would thrill 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 married man, she was thinking about what it would experience like to have a adult female's mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how different it would find.

She didn't have time to cogitate too often about the leg 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 aphrodisiacal and wanted in the moment.

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

flavor more convinced than she'd felt in a very long time, she reached up and placed her mouth on Spencer Tracy's. Their lips gently parted and their tongues found each former's. Electricity shot through Karen's physical structure. Almost immediately, her pussy began to throb and pulse, getting wetter than she'd remembered in a very recollective time. A sound escaped her lips, one of pleasure and stimulation. Tracy kissed her back and their osculation because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily carnal. Tracy kissed her way down Karenic's neck, tasting her skin, pressing her lips to the erotic hot spots Karen 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 womanhood but in her wildest imagination she had never thought that it would feel so excruciatingly titillating. By the sentence Tracy's lips got to her collar bone, sounds were escaping her brim that sounded strange to her own ears.

In the duskiness of her sleeping accommodation, in the middle of the night, Tracy put aside all her misgivings about engaging in an occasion with a marry person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a animal cleaning woman, a necessitous womanhood who deserved to be made love to and pleasured like she'd never experienced previously. The woman beneath her was a protagonist, a mortal she knew inside and out, a woman she had craved sexually for month. She took her fourth dimension and prepared to pleasure and make Karen until she begged her to stop over.

If she had been given the chance to prepare, she would have had various toys and things like beloved, ice cubes, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl movie ready. With nothing but her workforce and backtalk, she set to work. Unsure of how to handle the lactation matter, she decided to proceed 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 button and back again, not missing a office in between.

Every nerve ending in Karen's organic structure felt alive with agitation. She was tense up and perk up and nervous all at the same fourth dimension. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she gripped the mainsheet tightly and held on for dear sprightliness. Spencer Tracy took Karenic's deal and placed them on her pelvic girdle. Even in the darkness of Night, she could see the contrast in tegument musical note, feel the unmanliness of a fair sex's flesh. Her hands began to roam, gently caressing Tracy's bender. Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so nice. Don't stop. Oh, yeah, feel my tits."Karenic froze momentarily and then took a deep breathing place and did just that. The weight, the comprehensiveness, the feeling of those hard, dark mamilla in her bridge player was sensory overburden. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her want those nipples in her backtalk. Without saying a word, Tracy knew and lowered her titty to her waiting mouth.

Karenic took to making love to a charwoman like a duck takes to water. She licked and kissed and softly sucked like she wanted to be sucked. She did it the way she knew oceanic abyss in her gut would find pleasurable. In that import she understood what people meant when they said that only another womanhood knows how to pleasure a woman. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her slit 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 Karenic over and proceeded to kiss her way down her back, her thighs, all over her ass, her glossa leaving a wet trail down her spine. Karen had had enough of the tease and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her pelvis and pulled her to her knees, causing Karen to gasp for air. She gently parted the flaccid, pink folds of soma that enveloped all that made Karen a adult female and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger's breadth and gently caressed Karen's button. In that moment Karenic was 100 % indisputable can had never touched her so softly, never found her smudge so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a hiss. Her breathing was shortstop, raspy. The whizz didn't last long as Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet twat. The next sensation she felt was that of hot breath on her inner thighs, her ass, her pussy. It was as if Tracy was making love to her pussy 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. .. lick me. .. screw me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her peg, Karen started to rub her own snatch but Tracy moved her deal away. She replaced her fingertip with her knife and began to lick softly. Karenic's Son now were tongue-tied, she was speaking the language of supreme ecstasy. From her clit to her mother fucker and back again, Tracy tasted every in of Karen's wet puss. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right billet. And just when Karen didn't think she could read any more than teasing, Tracy took her digit and pushed them inside Karen's dripping wet pussy. They probed and pushed all the right spots. That was enough to send her over the edge but Tracy had other program. Flipping her over, holding her peg back, Tracy started licking her again. This time her focussing was solely on her button, she was going to wreak her to orgasm with the flicking apparent movement of her tongue. Karenic grabbed Tracy's top dog and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how good it felt.

Just as Karenic was about to gain her exceptional moment, Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karen's trunk and kissed her again, letting her taste her own juice. Karen sucked her tongue feverishly. She felt out of control. She was caressing Tracy's physical structure now, begging for firing. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the concern and collar she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling good, nothing more, zilch less. She held up her tits to her friend."Here, give suck them."It was a emblematical gesture, symbolizing a closeness and a bond certificate that the two ally shared. It was representative of giving her sex to a char in a way that near would never share.

Tracy needed no further encouragement and lowered her oral fissure to the hardened mamilla. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her pleasure, it was about the affair, connecter, and passion between the two friends. As her oral cavity filled with the confection, warm liquidity, she heard Karen's gentle groan. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her supporter humped her thigh against her mound. She slid her digit inside Karen again, this clock time, intending to give her an earth-shattering orgasm. At this level, Karen was so wet, the entire room was filled with the speech sound of her being digit fucked.

Both charwoman were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the last minute, Spencer Tracy slid her consistence around and placed her pussy against Karen's. It was flaccid and wet and unlike anything Karen had ever felt before. They fucked each early. They rubbed their button against one another, pink against pinko, holding on to each other for pricy life story until they both felt the waves of impending pleasure pass them.

Karen slid out of bed in the early morning hours. She needed to get household to the kids before they started moving around. She softly kissed Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would anticipate her later that afternoon. Spencer Tracy's affectionateness dropped. She felt fearsome about breaking her own rule. Karen comforted her as best she could under the circumstances, assured her that their friendship was crucial and she was unwilling to let it go. Tracy wasn't sure exactly what the next held for their friendship but she willing to face the consequences, come what may.

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