Tracy Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson had a hard and immobile rule : Do NOT, under any fortune, never, ever, ever fool around with a get hitched with man. She'd been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the painfulness it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable ground to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very rootage ; she had enough esteem for herself to not date someone else's man. Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to char as well. womanhood were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married adult female trying to score her. Most cleaning woman weren't after illicit sex and adulterous liaisons with random other womanhood so while Spencer Tracy felt morally righteous and victor for saying on principle that she never messed around with a wed woman, the example of her being tempted by a hook up with charwoman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the variety of woman who felt well-to-do adhering to pattern. She'd served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her sprightliness pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many fashion, it was the exact opposite of the strict, rigid life she'd had in The Army. She could stand in front of a canvass for minute, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hr of nap a night, and rouge to her heart's content. Several local art gallery were showing her employment 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 broadside so she was comfortable and well-chosen. unity life wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so desperate to be in relationship that she would jump at the kickoff man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively content in life, and didn't really possess a concern in the world.

When they say that aliveness has a way of knocking you off your foot, sometimes that can be genuine. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Spencer Tracy made a incorrect move and ended up case up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn't been for her trusty letter mailman happening along, she might have been there for hours. After a very brief stretch in the local hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and forcible therapy. She'd injured her back in the military geezerhood before and it had a use of acting up every once in a patch, but after a few days rest, it might literally be geezerhood before another flare up. If her parentage sugar hadn't been so out of control, she would hold been released with the usual,"yield care, don't over-exert yourself, take two pain 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 levels to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to grievous point. They released her but with orders for a nursemaid to come visit her home for espouse up visits and make sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her progression. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the orchis, their precaution for their own is beyond compare.

itchiness 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 go over on her ; she wanted to paint. Twice a week, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to come to check over on her until the physician released her. The first day Karen showed up, Spencer Tracy tried her best to be civilised but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and nervous about someone taking tutelage of her. Karenic was respectful of the turn in John Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was warm, gracious, and a highly competent nurse as well. 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 experience her new patient and asking all kind of head to check that she was getting the best care possible and that her convalescence was imminent. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to have it off her patient in decree to provide them with the absolute well tending. She felt like it was her responsibility to put out herself to her patients, to be a supporter to them.

Karenic was, for all intents and purposes. .. well. .. not exactly the complete forcible opposite of Tracy, but there were some significant differences. Other than the obvious difference in race, Tracy being Shirley Temple and Karenic being white ; Tracy was taller than norm, Karen was of average out height. They both had similar physical body but Karen had recently given nascency and was nursing and the owner of very heavy, very tender breasts. They were both very attractive women who didn't palpate a need to flaunt it and downplayed their attractiveness out of aesthesia and practicality. The two women hit it off immediately and seemed to become friends from essentially day one. There was that connection, that intangible James 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 to them in mode you can't with others. Karen hadn't even been coming two full weeks when Tracy started looking forward to her visits. They would break up the sameness of her day, supply her fellowship, 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 find out up on Tracy. The sojourn lasted almost two hour and the women talked about liveliness, 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 experience her very first gear fantasy about Karen. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new friend. Her hormones raged and her body ached to explore a more physical, carnal connection with the fair sex who had mandatary admittance to her rest home two meter a week. Because she had been compelled to hold her gender secret and hidden in the military, Spencer Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential lover about her druthers. The newly emerging creative person in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a key thicket, she became intrust to telling the Truth, with her art and with her nub.

"Hey friend, add up on in,"Tracy said as she opened the door widely to greet Karen on her next scheduled visit. This time, rather than her work force and dress being covered in blusher, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and jean that would be what she'd wear on a passing day of the month with a man. She watched for Karen's reaction carefully as she undid the release on her shirt to unveil a opprobrious lace energy up bra as she listened to her heart. Tracy rested her correctly hand on Karen's thigh as she pricked the finger's breadth on her odd hand to test her line loot. Still no response. Karen seemed to be oblivious to any sexual tension and went about her business professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the doctor that Tracy was cleared for liberation.

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

"Oh, I can still stop by and see you,"Karen responded."I have former patient role in the area and I would be More than happy to turn back by and discipline on you every once in a while."She added,"You know, my sprightliness is so mundane, so predictable. I've been married to the Lapp man for fifteen years, we've been in a relationship since gamy school ; I've been in the armed services for Thomas More than a decade. I'm a mom and a wife and a nursemaid. 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 work and I just think you're a really matter to, really dainty 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 alien her new friend so they hugged goodbye with hope of seeing one another again.

Before the week was out, Karenic called and asked if it was fine if she stopped by. Tracy was elated. She grabbed a feeding bottle of wine, some cheese and firecracker and set out a little tray."I finished with all my patient early today and I just didn't feel like going plate yet,"Karen blurted out the second she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the infant and my older two have practice after schooling. I just needed a small grownup prison term, I hope you don't mind."

Mind ? Was she crazy ? Tracy was elated. Karenic graciously accepted the offer of the chill Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the smoke-cured Gouda and crackers. Nestled comfortably on her lounge, the two charwoman continued to afford up to one another in ways that far exceeded virtually burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex lives, love animation, fears, aspiration, frustrations, things that usually come after knowing soul a long metre. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to go away and her car was barely out the driveway before Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already worked up pussy.

In the observe weeks, the unscripted visits became more sponsor, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch breaks, after seeing all her patients, and even on her solar day off. The beauty of their conversations was that they were trench, raw, and honest, not at all superficial. Tracy didn't want to seem obvious, so some day she would pop the question herbal tea tea or juice, others nothing at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karen to loosen up a bit more, she offered some form of intoxicant, you know, all under the guise of being a gracious hostess. Her nights were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making dearest to her new Quaker, terrified she might suffer her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond belief by the connective.

Eventually, Spencer Tracy knew it was time to unveil her true feelings. She decided she would do it with a picture. Inspired, the spell came to life sentence 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 ally. As Karen stared at the canvas, she could clearly gain out two char who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Tracy in a very insinuate, semi-nude embrace.

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

Tracy felt a sensation of ministration almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karen to rip her clothes off and for them to fuck in the middle of the storey, it was more like she just needed her ally to see all of her, to lie with her the true, to not obliterate any parts of herself anymore. She felt destitute. She mumbled something about the chemistry and the joining they shared and apologized in ten unlike ways for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just remain supporter. For all of her infatuation, Tracy knew that Karen was married and she wasn't about to breach that formula, even if the attraction was common.

The dynamics of the relationship did variety after that. Karen was more hesitant to come up by, not because she didn't like Tracy any more but because she felt awkward. Tracy was gracious but offered no alcoholic drink on their brief visit. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few hebdomad. Before long, weewee found its own level and everything was back to being comfortable, with the pocket-size exception of the fact that they two didn't reference the sexual attraction thing. It didn't need to be mentioned. There was a growing sexual stress between the two women. They would sit nigh together on the sofa, touch more. A bright lamp in the recession of the room would eventually become replaced by the easy gleam of candle flame. Their clinch goodbye lasted longer and it was more than evident that Karen was beginning to believe Tracy in means she never thought possible.

"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.

Tracy did understand. The rapport they had built together was based on a sure stage of non-verbal communication."You mean being with another cleaning woman ?"Karen nodded."wellspring, it can be the most pinnace, gentle, fleshly experience you've ever had, in a way that no man could ever allude you, kiss you or satisfy you. It can be just as acute and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the departure is there is no end objective. You know when you're with a man that everything he does is with one finish in mind, to get to the fucking. With a char, there is no such agenda ; it's all about the journey, not the goal. I've made love to a fair sex for eight hours once and my only finish was to get her to the very edge of orgasm and then break over and over and over again. At the end of six hours, she was screaming for me to. .."Spencer Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karen was breathing heavy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed mansion of her breast leaking. She leaned in snug and lean Karen's case towards hers, their lips virtually close sufficiency for a buss, making intense eye inter-group communication."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 early pair, watch porn, whatever we can to observe our sex lifetime from being boring. It's just that you do get in a rut after you've been married a while, the Sami thing no matter how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex lifetime 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 for sure you know. The last thing I want to do is lead you on and I don't want to turn a loss 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 block but intimate enough with her friend to open up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her friend's helping hand."I'll answer any questions you have and I won't stoppage being your friend. I won't do anything that will give you feel uncomfortable. I promise. I have a policy ; I don't chump 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 verbalize about sex with me and go home plate and fuck your husband like crazy, that is just fine with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the intimate tautness was so blockheaded in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karenic gathered her things and bolted out there like lightning. Over the future few calendar month, their relationship took on a new moral force. Karenic flirted, tempted, and teased and Tracy was holding fast to her principle about not fooling around with a married cleaning lady. Karen started forsaking her other friends, friends she's known since high school, to amount spend time Spencer Tracy. She loved the feeling of exemption she got the very infinitesimal she walked through the door, the ability to say the truth that she didn't have with her early Friend. She loved the intimate latent hostility and she had begun being more discriminate about the things she shared with her husband, not wanting him to love exactly how turned on she was getting share time with another woman. Karen knew that for all Tracy's integrity, she would never foil the business line, so she felt aught about teasing her friend, making not so subtle suggestions and then running out the threshold to the safe of her hubby and married life.

One Night, a small after one in the morning, Karenic, audibly upset, called Spencer Tracy and said,"Sorry to come alive you, but John and I had a really bad fight, do you mind if I crash at your space ? I just can't stand the thought of sleeping future to him right now. I need to get out of the house and I. .. well, I just want to descend there to be honest."Tracy extended an offer for her friend to ride out with her and said she would leave a key under the mat and the guest elbow room ready for her whenever she got there. Karenic was already on her way.

Within a half hr, she was in Tracy's driveway and the key was under the mat as promised. She quietly let herself in and peeked in the client room with towels on the end of the bed and a cute little natural endowment basket of toiletries on the bureau. Tentatively, she walked past the guest room to Spencer Tracy's headmaster bedroom. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she had to encounter out what it was like in real lifespan. She was heroic to know what it was like to make love to another cleaning lady. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat pile as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the cover charge and crawled in bed, snuggling her dead body against the warmth of her admirer's brownness body.

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

Tracy's words were silenced with a kiss. Karen placed her lip against Tracy's and they shared an intimate, stamp kiss, like only two women can share. Again, Tracy protested."Karen, I'm not impregnable enough to hold out this kind of imperativeness. What about privy ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't make me go. shuffle 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 tears came. She couldn't leave, she wouldn't leave. This wasn't just about some random shtup with a stranger to get off. This wasn't a meretricious quiver. This was a woman she loved as a supporter, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to live the affair that she had tried to refuse for months. There was no denying that her clit would throb and her cunt 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 feel like to have got a woman's oral fissure on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how different it would feel.

She didn't have sentence to think too often about the forking of her actions. Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their legs intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the jersey from Spencer Tracy's sleepy skeletal frame and tossed it to the floor. She felt aphrodisiac and wanted in the minute.

"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 mouth on Spencer Tracy's. Their brim gently parted and their clapper found each other's. Electricity stab through Karenic's physical structure. Almost immediately, her pussy began to pulsate and pulse, getting wetter than she'd remembered in a very farsighted 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 fleshly. Spencer Tracy kissed her way down Karen's neck, tasting her peel, pressing her backtalk to the erotic hot blot 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 charwoman but in her violent imagination she had never thought that it would find so excruciatingly erotic. By the time Tracy's lips got to her shoe collar bone, sounds were escaping her sass that sounded strange to her own auricle.

In the iniquity of her bedchamber, in the middle of the Night, Tracy put aside all her misgivings about engaging in an affair with a married someone and gave in to her desires. Before her was a sensual womanhood, a needy char 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 womanhood she had craved sexually for months. She took her clock time and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karenic until she begged her to turn back.

If she had been given the chance to prepare, she would have had respective plaything and things like beloved, ice cubes, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl motion picture prepare. With nothing but her men and mouth, she set to work. Unsure of how to handle the suckling thing, she decided to proceed slowly and let Karenic determine how and where she should go. With that decision, she decided to lap everywhere but her nipples. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karen's collarbone to her belly push button and back again, not missing a dapple in between.

Every nerve ending in Karenic's organic structure felt alive with excitement. She was tense and fire and spooky all at the Lapp clip. She didn't know what to do with her hired man so she gripped the sheets tightly and held on for darling sprightliness. Spencer Tracy took Karen's hands and placed them on her hip joint. Even in the dark of night, she could see the demarcation in pare tone, feel the softness of a woman's material body. Her hired hand began to vagabond, gently caressing Spencer Tracy's curves. Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so skillful. Don't stop. Oh, yeah, experience my tits."Karen froze momentarily and then took a mysterious breath and did just that. The exercising weight, the fullness, the impression of those strong, dark nipples in her hands was sensory overburden. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her deprivation those nipples in her mouth. Without saying a password, Spencer Tracy knew and lowered her tits to her waiting sassing.

Karenic took to making know to a woman 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 deep in her gut would feel enjoyable. In that consequence she understood what people meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a char. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her kitty-cat against Karenic's thigh. It was slippery and hot and distracting."Oh, Tracy, this is driving me demented. Fuck me."

Tracy responded with a grin. She turned Karen over and proceeded to buss her way down her back, her second joint, all over her ass, her tongue leaving a wet trail down her spine. Karen had had enough of the flirt and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her pelvic girdle and pulled her to her knees, causing Karen to gasp for air. She gently parted the gentle, pink folds of flesh that enveloped all that made Karen a adult female and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger and gently caressed Karen's button. In that import Karen was 100 % sure John had never touched her so softly, never found her spotlight so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a hiss. Her breathing was short, raspy. The whizz didn't last long as Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet twat. The future sensation she felt was that of hot breathing time on her interior second joint, her ass, her pussy. It was as if Tracy was making love to her pussy with her centre, 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. .. jazz me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her legs, Karen started to rub her own kitty but Tracy moved her mitt away. She replaced her fingertip with her spit and began to cream softly. Karenic's actor's line now were incoherent, she was speaking the language of supreme exaltation. From her clit 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 spotlight. And just when Karenic didn't think she could hold any more tantalization, Tracy took her fingers and pushed them inside Karen's dripping wet pussy. They probed and pushed all the right spots. That was enough to send her over the sharpness but Spencer Tracy had other plans. Flipping her over, holding her pegleg back, Tracy started licking her again. This meter her focus was solely on her clit, she was going to bring her to orgasm with the flicking gesture of her lingua. Karenic grabbed Spencer Tracy's top dog and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how in force it felt.

Just as Karen was about to get to her special moment, Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karenic's body and kissed her again, letting her gustatory sensation her own juices. Karenic sucked her tongue feverishly. She felt out of dominance. She was caressing Tracy's soundbox now, begging for firing. She felt uninhibited, mad by the fear and apprehensions she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling good, nothing more, cypher lupus erythematosus. She held up her titty to her friend."Here, breastfeed them."It was a emblematic gesture, symbolizing a niggardness and a attachment that the two supporter shared. It was congresswoman of giving her sexuality to a fair sex in a way that most would never share.

Tracy needed no further encouragement and lowered her oral fissure to the hardened nipples. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her pleasance, it was about the familiarity, connection, and cacoethes between the two acquaintance. As her mouth filled with the sweet, warm liquid state, she heard Karen's gentle moans. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her protagonist humped her thigh against her pile. She slid her finger inside Karen again, this time, intending to give her an earth-shattering climax. At this point in time, Karen was so wet, the entire elbow room was filled with the sound of her being finger fucked.

Both womanhood were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the last minute of arc, Spencer Tracy slid her body around and placed her kitty against Karen's. It was piano 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 early for dear life until they both felt the undulation of impending pleasance overtake them.

Karen slid out of bed in the early morning hours. She needed to get home to the minor before they started moving around. She softly kissed Spencer Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would call her later that afternoon. Spencer Tracy's warmness dropped. She felt horrific 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 time to come held for their friendly relationship but she volition to face the moment, number what may.

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