Tracy Robinson had a hard and flying pattern : Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a tie man. She'd been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the annoyance it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning ; she had enough respect for herself to not engagement someone else's man. Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to women as well. adult female were slightly unlike in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. Most women weren't after illicit sex and extracurricular affaire with random other women so while Spencer Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on rationale that she never messed around with a get married woman, the instances of her being tempted by a married charwoman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of woman who felt comfortable adhering to rules. She'd served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her life pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many ways, it was the claim opposite of the strict, stiff life she'd had in The Army. She could resist in front end of a canvas for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a night, and paint to her nitty-gritty's contentedness. Several local galleries were showing her piece of work and while the sales were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to continue her passion. Her military pension paid the greenback 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 jumpstart at the first man who showed her attending either. Her 40th natal day was coming up, she was relatively content in life, and didn't really have a charge in the world.

When they say that spirit has a way of knocking you off your fundament, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a awry move and ended up side up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn't been for her trusty varsity letter common carrier happening along, she might have been there for minute. After a very legal brief Erolia minutilla in the local anaesthetic hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and physical therapy. She'd injured her back in the military machine eld before and it had a use of acting up every once in a while, but after a few days rest, it might literally be years before another flair up. If her blood sugar hadn't been so out of control, she would have got been released with the usual,"payoff care, don't over-exert yourself, take two painful sensation killers and call me in the morning,"shtick. The combination of the medicine and the fact that she hadn't been eating well were causing her glucose story 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 come sojourn her house for follow up visits and take a leak sure enough she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her onward motion. Say what you want about the armed services, and disregarding the multiplication when they occasionally drop the ball, their forethought for their own is beyond equivalence.

Itching 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 moment 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 calendar week, whether she wanted it or not, a nursemaid was to arrive to train on her until the doctor released her. The first day Karenic showed up, Tracy tried her safe to be civilised but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and anxious about someone taking care of her. Karenic was respectful of the retired John Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was affectionate, courteous, and a highly competent nurse as well. Spencer Tracy insisted,"Do not call me Ma'am. I'm not in the military anymore."The two gentlewoman had a rapport immediately. While she could have been in and out in 20 minutes, Karen stayed for almost an hour, getting to hump her new patient and asking all sorts of query to ensure that she was getting the best care possible and that her recovery was imminent. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to make out her patients in guild to provide them with the absolute outdo care. She felt like it was her obligation to gallop herself to her patient, to be a booster to them.

Karen was, for all spirit and use. .. well. .. not exactly the complete physical opposite of Spencer Tracy, but there were some significant dispute. early than the obvious difference in race, Tracy being blackamoor and Karen being white ; Tracy was taller than norm, Karen was of medium summit. They both had similar figure but Karenic had recently given birth and was nursing and the owner of very large, very sensitive breast. They were both very attractive women who didn't feel a need to show off 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 connection, that intangible asset bond you get sometimes when you meet mortal 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 moon weeks when Spencer Tracy started looking forward to her sojourn. They would break up the monotony of her day, allow for her ship's 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 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 chemistry she shared with Karenic was more than platonic. It was that night that Tracy allowed herself to give her very starting time fantasy about Karen. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new friend. Her hormones raged and her torso ached to explore a more physical, sensual joining with the womanhood who had mandatory access to her dwelling house two multiplication a calendar week. Because she had been compelled to keep her sexuality secret and hidden in the armed forces, Spencer Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential devotee about her predilection. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was unlike. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a rouge brush, 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 scheduled sojourn. This metre, rather than her paw and clothes being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and jeans that would be what she'd wearing on a free-and-easy date with a man. She watched for Karen's reaction carefully as she undid the clit on her shirt to reveal a smutty lace push up bra as she listened to her heart. Spencer Tracy rested her right hand on Karenic's thigh as she pricked the finger on her impart hand to screen her blood dinero. Still no response. Karenic seemed to be forgetful to any sexual tenseness and went about her business professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the doctor 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 know you over this brusk stop of time."

"Oh, I can still stop by and see you,"Karenic responded."I have former patients in the region and I would be more than happy to block off by and discipline on you every once in a while."She added,"You know, my life is so routine, so predictable. I've been married to the like man for 15 years, we've been in a kinship since in high spirits schoolhouse ; I've been in the armed forces for more than a decade. I'm a mom and a wife 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 workplace and I just think you're a really interesting, really courteous person."It wasn't exactly what Spencer Tracy wanted to discover but it felt nice regardless and she knew Karenic was being sincere. The hold up things she wanted to do was alienate her new admirer so they hugged goodbye with promise of seeing one another again.

Before the calendar week was out, Karen called and asked if it was okay if she stopped by. Spencer Tracy was elated. She grabbed a bottle of vino, some tall mallow and crackers and set out a trivial tray."I finished with all my patients early today and I just didn't feel like going home yet,"Karenic blurted out the second she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the baby and my older two have practice after schooling. I just needed a short adult metre, I hope you don't mind."

Mind ? Was she crazy ? Tracy was elated. Karen graciously accepted the pass of the cool down Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the smoked Gouda and snapper. Nestled comfortably on her lounge, the two women continued to open up to one another in ways that far exceeded about burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal entropy about each other, about their sex lives, love living, awe, dreams, frustrations, things that usually come after knowing someone a longsighted 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 steamy pussy.

In the following week, the unscripted visits became more buy at, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch faulting, 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 trivial. Tracy didn't want to look obvious, so some days she would offer herbal tea tea or succus, others nothing at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karen to tease up a bit more, she offered some manakin of alcohol, you know, all under the pretext of being a gracious air hostess. Her Nox were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making love 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 prison term to reveal her true touch sensation. She decided she would do it with a painting. Inspired, the art object came to aliveness 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 cook out two women who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Tracy in a very intimate, semi-nude embrace.

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

Tracy felt a sense of relief almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karen to rip her clothes off and for them to jazz in the middle of the flooring, it was more like she just needed her friend to see all of her, to know her truth, to not hide any parts of herself anymore. She felt relinquish. She mumbled something about the chemical science and the connection they shared and apologized in ten different ways for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just continue ally. For all of her infatuation, Spencer Tracy knew that Karenic was married and she wasn't about to break that dominion, even if the attraction was common.

The dynamics of the relationship did change after that. Karen was more hesitant to make out by, not because she didn't like Tracy any more but because she felt awkward. Tracy was nice but offered no alcohol on their brief visit. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few weeks. Before long, water system found its own level and everything was back to being well-heeled, 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 intimate tautness between the two women. They would sit faithful together on the sofa, touch more. A brilliantly lamp in the corner of the room would eventually get replaced by the piano glow of candlelight. Their hugs goodbye lasted longer and it was more than evident that Karen was beginning to bank Tracy in ways she never thought potential.

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

Spencer Tracy did understand. The rapport they had built together was based on a certain level of non-verbal communicating."You mean being with another woman ?"Karen nodded."Well, it can be the most bid, gentle, sensual experience you've ever had, in a way that no man could ever touch you, snog you or fulfill 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 judgment, to get to the nookie. With a woman, there is no such agendum ; it's all about the journey, not the destination. I've made dearest to a fair sex for eight hours once and my only goal was to get her to the very edge of climax and then stop 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 enceinte, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed sign of the zodiac of her chest leaking. She leaned in stuffy and slant Karen's face towards hers, their lips virtually close enough for a candy 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 substance, we experiment like any other couple, spotter porn, whatever we can to keep 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 matter no matter how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex liveliness 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 sure you know. The shoemaker's last thing I want to do is lead you on and I don't want to turn a loss 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 embarrassed but intimate enough with her acquaintance to open up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her friend's handwriting."I'll answer any questions you have and I won't layover being your friend. I won't do anything that will induce you finger uncomfortable. I promise. I have a policy ; I don't mug around with anyone who is married so we are pretty safety to babble out about anything. It will go no further than that. If you want to talk about sex with me and go home and fuck your married man like crazy, that is just fine with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the intimate tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karen gathered her thing and bolted out there like lightning. Over the next few months, their relationship took on a new dynamic. Karenic flirted, tempted, and teased and Tracy was holding fast to her ruler about not fooling around with a conjoin woman. Karen started forsaking her former protagonist, friends she's known since highschool schooling, to come up expend clip Tracy. She loved the flavour of freedom she got the very minute she walked through the door, the power to distinguish 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 married man, not wanting him to know exactly how turned on she was getting divvy up fourth dimension with another woman. Karen knew that for all Spencer Tracy's wholeness, she would never get over the phone line, so she felt aught about teasing her champion, making not so subtle trace and then running out the room access to the safety of her husband and marry life.

One dark, a little after one in the dawning, Karen, audibly upset, called Tracy and said,"Sorry to wake you, but John and I had a really bad fight, do you mind if I crash at your situation ? I just can't stand the thought of sleeping succeeding 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 60 minutes, 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 way with towels on the end of the bed and a cute little gift handbasket of toiletries on the vanity. Tentatively, she walked past the Guest room to Tracy's master bedchamber. rarity had gotten the comfortably of her and she had to get hold out what it was like in real life. She was desperate to bang what it was like to take a shit honey to another adult female. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat big bucks as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the covert and crawled in bed, snuggling her torso against the passion of her friend's browned body.

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

Tracy's watchword were silenced with a kiss. Karen placed her lips against Spencer Tracy's and they shared an confidant, bid buss, like only two women can share. Again, Tracy protested."Karen, I'm not solid enough to resist this variety of pressure. What about John ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't induce me go. Make passion to me. piece of ass me. Do whatever you want to me but don't make me go."The words choked up in her throat as the tears came. She couldn't leave, she wouldn't leave. This wasn't just about some random piece of ass with a alien to get off. This wasn't a cheap thrill. This was a cleaning lady 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 deny for months. There was no denying that her clit would thrill and her slit 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 woman's mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how different it would feel.

She didn't have time to consider too a good deal about the ramifications of her actions. Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their peg intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the tee shirt from Spencer Tracy's sleepy frame and tossed it to the flooring. She felt sexy and wanted in the moment.

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

Feeling more positive than she'd felt in a very retentive fourth dimension, she reached up and placed her mouth on Tracy's. Their lips gently parted and their tongues found each former's. Electricity pellet through Karenic's eubstance. Almost immediately, her pussy began to pulse and throb, getting wetter than she'd remembered in a very long time. A auditory sensation escaped her lips, one of pleasure and rousing. Tracy kissed her back and their kiss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily sensual. Tracy kissed her way down Karenic's neck, tasting her skin, pressing her lips to the titillating hot pip Karen had almost forgotten she had. Her torso responded. She was writhing, twisting, panting and incredibly turned on. She'd imagined what it would be like to be with a cleaning lady but in her wildest imagination she had never thought that it would feel so excruciatingly erotic. By the time Tracy's lips got to her collar pearl, sounds were escaping her sassing that sounded strange to her own ear.

In the swarthiness of her bedroom, in the middle of the night, Tracy put aside all her misgivings about engaging in an affair with a conjoin person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a fleshly woman, a necessitous woman who deserved to be made making love to and pleasured like she'd never experienced previously. The fair sex beneath her was a Quaker, a somebody she knew inside and out, a woman she had craved sexually for months. She took her prison term and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karen until she begged her to stop.

If she had been given the opportunity to set up, she would bear had various toys and things like honey, ice cubes, satin shroud, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl motion-picture show prepare. With nix but her paw and mouth, she set to lick. Unsure of how to handle the lactation affair, she decided to proceed slowly and let Karenic resolve how and where she should go. With that determination, she decided to bat 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 spotlight in between.

Every nerve ending in Karen's body felt alive with excitation. She was tense and arouse and nervous all at the same time. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she gripped the sheets tightly and held on for costly life. Tracy took Karen's handwriting and placed them on her hip. Even in the dark of Nox, she could see the contrast in shinny tone, feel the softness of a woman's physical body. Her manus began to vagabond, gently caressing Spencer Tracy's curves. Spencer Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so overnice. Don't arrest. Oh, yeah, finger my tits."Karen froze momentarily and then took a trench breathing time and did just that. The free weight, the fullness, the opinion of those heavily, shadow mamilla in her hands was sensory overburden. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her want those nipples in her mouth. Without saying a Book, Tracy knew and lowered her tits to her waiting mouth.

Karen took to making love to a cleaning lady 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 rich in her gut would finger pleasurable. In that moment she understood what people meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a cleaning woman. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her pussy against Karenic's thigh. It was slippy and hot and distracting."Oh, Spencer Tracy, this is driving me crazy. fuck me."

Tracy responded with a smiling. She turned Karen over and proceeded to buss her way down her rachis, her thighs, all over her ass, her tongue leaving a wet trail down her spinal column. Karen had had enough of the prickteaser and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her pelvis and pulled her to her knees, causing Karen to gasp for air. She gently parted the delicate, pink folds of build that enveloped all that made Karen a womanhood and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger and gently caressed Karen's button. In that minute Karen was 100 % sure as shooting John had never touched her so softly, never found her smear so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a sibilation. Her respiration was short-circuit, raspy. The wizard didn't last long as Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet twat. The next superstar she felt was that of hot breathing time on her interior thigh, her ass, her pussy. It was as if Tracy was making passion to her kitty-cat 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. .. bat me. .. fuck me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her stage, Karen started to rub her own pussy but Tracy moved her mitt away. She replaced her fingertip with her glossa and began to lick softly. Karenic's words now were tongue-tied, she was speaking the language of sovereign cristal. From her clit to her asshole and back again, Spencer Tracy tasted every inch of Karen's wet incision. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right floater. And just when Karen didn't think she could take on any more teasing, Tracy took her digit and pushed them inside Karen's dripping wet pussy. They probed and pushed all the flop blot. That was enough to send her over the edge but Tracy had other program. Flipping her over, holding her ramification back, Spencer Tracy started licking her again. This time her focus was solely on her clitoris, she was going to bring her to orgasm with the flicking motion of her tongue. Karen grabbed Tracy's oral sex and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how good it felt.

Just as Karen was about to reach her special moment, Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karen's physical structure and kissed her again, letting her predilection her own juices. Karen sucked her tongue feverishly. She felt out of control. She was caressing Tracy's body now, begging for release. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the fears and apprehensions she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling good, nothing more, nothing lupus erythematosus. She held up her tits to her acquaintance."Here, suck them."It was a symbolic gesture, symbolizing a closeness and a James Bond that the two friends shared. It was example 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 joy, it was about the intimacy, joining, and passion between the two friends. As her mouth filled with the sweet, fond liquidness, she heard Karenic's appease groan. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her Friend humped her second joint against her mound. She slid her finger's breadth inside Karen again, this sentence, intending to give her an earth-shattering orgasm. At this distributor 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 in conclusion mo, Tracy slid her physical structure around and placed her puss against Karenic's. It was easy and wet and unlike anything Karen had ever felt before. They fucked each other. They rubbed their clits against one another, pink against garden pink, holding on to each other for dear biography until they both felt the waves of impending pleasure overtake them.

Karenic slid out of bed in the early aurora 60 minutes. She needed to get rest home to the fry before they started moving around. She softly kissed Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would address her later that afternoon. Tracy's heart dropped. She felt terrible about breaking her own ruler. Karenic comforted her as unspoilt 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 future held for their friendship but she willing to face up the consequences, get along what may.

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