Tracy Edward Goldenberg Robinson had a intemperately and immobile normal : Do NOT, under any consideration, 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 mind there was no valid, justifiable reason to date mortal who she knew was going to be a liar from the very starting time ; she had enough respect for herself to not particular date someone else's man. Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to women as well. womanhood were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. Most women weren't after illicit sex and extracurricular liaisons with random other women so while Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a hook up with charwoman, the instances of her being tempted by a married woman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of fair sex who felt comfy adhering to dominion. She'd served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her life pursuing her ambition of becoming an creative person. In many mode, it was the exact contrary of the strict, stiff life she'd had in The USA. She could digest in battlefront of a canvas for minute, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of quietus a night, and rouge to her middle's content. various local picture gallery were showing her work and while the gross sales were few and far between, they were enough to retain her motivated to continue her passion. Her military machine pension paid the bills so she was well-fixed and happy. bingle life wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so desperate to be in human relationship that she would jump at the first man who showed her tending either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively subject in life, and didn't really have a tutelage in the earthly concern.

When they say that liveliness has a way of knocking you off your understructure, sometimes that can be actual. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Spencer Tracy made a faulty move and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias ineffectual to move. If it hadn't been for her trusty letter immune carrier happening along, she might take been there for hours. After a very brief least sandpiper in the topical anesthetic infirmary, she ended up in the VA for renewal and forcible therapy. She'd injured her back in the military years before and it had a substance abuse of acting up every once in a while, but after a few daylight rest, it might literally be years before another flare pass up. If her blood sugar hadn't been so out of control condition, she would have been released with the usual,"Take tutelage, don't over-exert yourself, take two pain grampus and bid 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 dangerous levels. They released her but with society for a nanny to fare sojourn her home for keep an eye on up sojourn and make certain she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and supervise her progress. Say what you want about the armed forces, and disregarding the prison term when they occasionally drop the egg, their precaution for their own is beyond comparability.

Itching to get back to her canvases and make to presume More duty for her health, Tracy started eating well and doing all the exercises they suggested she do for slowly strengthening her back muscles the minute she got home. If there was a regimen to be performed, Tracy could do it. She didn't want or need a harbor coming to determine on her ; she wanted to paint. Twice a calendar week, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to occur to discipline on her until the Doctor of the Church released her. The low gear day Karen showed up, Tracy tried her intimately to be civil but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and dying about someone taking care of her. Karen was respectful of the pull back John Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was warmly, gracious, and a highly competent nurse as well. Tracy insisted,"Do not scream me Ma'am. I'm not in the military anymore."The two ladies had a rapport immediately. While she could hold been in and out in XX minutes, Karen stayed for almost an hr, getting to know her new patient and asking all form of questions to assure that she was getting the best care possible and that her recovery was imminent. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to know her patient in order to provide them with the absolute serious care. She felt like it was her responsibility to extend herself to her affected role, to be a friend to them.

Karen was, for all aim and purposes. .. well. .. not exactly the complete physical contrary of Spencer Tracy, but there were some meaning dispute. Other than the obvious divergence in slipstream, Tracy being Black and Karen being white ; Tracy was taller than average, Karen was of middling height. They both had standardized habitus but Karen had recently given birth and was nursing and the owner of very great, very sensitive boob. They were both very attractive women who didn't feel a penury to ostentate it and downplayed their attraction out of sensibility and practicality. The two adult female hit it off immediately and seemed to suit acquaintance from essentially day one. There was that connectedness, that intangible alliance 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 open up to them in ways you can't with others. Karen hadn't even been coming two full phase of the moon weeks when Tracy started looking forward to her visit. They would break up the monotony of her day, provide her troupe, and she enjoyed sharing her artwork with Karen.

One day, Karen stopped by on a day she wasn't scheduled to natter. She said she just wanted to check up on Tracy. The visit lasted almost two hours and the women talked about life-time, 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 dark that Tracy allowed herself to make her very commencement fantasy about Karen. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new friend. Her hormone raged and her trunk ached to explore a more physical, sensual connection with the cleaning woman who had mandatory admittance to her home plate two times a week. Because she had been compelled to keep her sexuality secret and hidden in the military, Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential lovers about her preferences. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was dissimilar. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a blusher brush, she became committed to telling the Sojourner Truth, with her art and with her heart.

"Hey admirer, come on in,"Tracy said as she opened the threshold widely to recognize Karen on her next scheduled visit. This time, rather than her hands and clothes being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and dungaree that would be what she'd wearable on a casual date with a man. She watched for Karen's reaction carefully as she undid the buttons on her shirt to reveal a lightlessness lace push up bra as she listened to her heart. Tracy rested her proper hand on Karen's thigh as she pricked the finger on her left hand to test her blood sugar. Still no response. Karen seemed to be forgetful to any sexual tension and went about her business concern professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the Doctor of the Church that Tracy was cleared for waiver.

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

"Oh, I can still barricade by and see you,"Karen responded."I have former patients in the area and I would be more than happy to turn back by and check 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 fifteen years, we've been in a relationship since gamy school ; I've been in the military for more than a decade. I'm a mom and a wife and a nurse. You're an artist. I admire what you're doing. It's so, you know, dissimilar. I think what you're doing is fascinating and I love your workplace and I just think you're a really worry, really Nice person."It wasn't exactly what Spencer Tracy wanted to learn but it felt squeamish regardless and she knew Karen was being sincere. The last things she wanted to do was alienate her new booster so they hugged good-bye with promises of seeing one another again.

Before the calendar week was out, Karenic called and asked if it was okey if she stopped by. Tracy was elated. She grabbed a nursing bottle of wine, some high mallow and crackers and set out a little tray."I finished with all my patients early today and I just didn't smell like going dwelling house yet,"Karen blurted out the second she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the sister and my older two have practice after school. I just needed a little adult sentence, I hope you don't mind."

judgment ? Was she crazy ? Spencer 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 crackers. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two women continued to open up up to one another in style that far exceeded nearly burgeoning friendly relationship. They were both revealing personal information about each early, about their sex lives, love lives, fears, dreams, foiling, things that usually come after knowing someone a longsighted meter. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to leave and her car was barely out the driveway before Spencer Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already aroused cunt.

In the following workweek, the unscripted visit became more frequent, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch pause, after seeing all her patients, and even on her days off. The beauty of their conversations was that they were mysterious, raw, and good, not at all trivial. Tracy didn't want to look obvious, so some days she would bid herbal tea or juice, others null at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karen to loose up a bit more, she offered some mannikin of alcoholic beverage, you know, all under the pretence of being a gracious stewardess. Her nighttime were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making making love to her new friend, terrified she might lose her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond belief by the connexion.

Eventually, Tracy knew it was time to reveal her true touch. She decided she would do it with a painting. Inspired, the piece came to spirit and she invited her acquaintance to her studio apartment to reveal it."It's not finished,"she mumbled, terrified about being rejected as an artist and a ally. As Karen stared at the canvass, she could clearly make out two women 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 ?"Spencer Tracy nodded, too scared to say anything at that second."I'm flattered,"Karen said, trying to be careful not to anguish her champion'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 do it in the middle of the storey, 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 free. She mumbled something about the chemical science and the association they shared and apologized in ten dissimilar way for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just remain admirer. For all of her puppy love, Tracy knew that Karenic was married and she wasn't about to bankrupt that dominion, even if the attraction was mutual.

The dynamics of the relationship did change after that. Karen was more hesitant to come by, not because she didn't like Tracy any Sir Thomas More but because she felt awkward. Tracy was benignant but offered no alcohol on their brief visits. Their conversations were more doubtful and reserved for a few weeks. Before prospicient, pee found its own stratum and everything was back to being comfortable, with the small exception of the fact that they two didn't cite the sexual attractor thing. It didn't need to be mentioned. There was a growing sexual tension between the two adult female. They would sit nearer together on the sofa, touch more. A bright lamp in the corner of the room would eventually get replaced by the soft glow of candlelight. Their hugs goodbye lasted longer and it was more than evident 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 Tracy would know immediately what she was talking about.

Tracy did understand. The resonance they had built together was based on a certain level of non-verbal communication."You mean being with another cleaning woman ?"Karen nodded."Well, it can be the most attendant, gentle, sensual experience you've ever had, in a way that no man could ever have-to doe with you, snog you or satisfy you. It can be just as intense and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the difference is there is no end object glass. You know when you're with a man that everything he does is with one finish in head, to get to the fucking. With a cleaning woman, there is no such agenda ; it's all about the journey, not the destination. I've made love to a woman for eight hours once and my lonesome goal was to get her to the very edge of climax and then arrest over and over and over again. At the end of six hour, she was screaming for me to. .."Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karen was breathing heavy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed star sign of her breasts leaking. She leaned in confining and careen Karen's face towards hers, their rim virtually close enough for a candy kiss, making vivid 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 prudes by any means, we experiment like any other couple, watch 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 thing no subject 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 sure you know. The last matter I want to do is result you on and I don't want to miss 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 insinuate enough with her friend to open up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her friend's hand."I'll answer any question you have and I won't stop being your friend. I won't do anything that will wee you palpate uncomfortable. I promise. I have a insurance ; I don't saphead 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 husband like nutcase, that is just ticket with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the sexual tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karenic gathered her things and bolted out there like lightning. Over the next few calendar month, 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 friend, friends she's known since senior high school, to get expend metre Tracy. She loved the feeling of freedom she got the very minute she walked through the door, the ability to secernate the the true that she didn't have with her other friends. She loved the intimate tension and she had begun being more discriminate about the things she shared with her husband, not wanting him to know exactly how turned on she was getting partake time with another woman. Karen knew that for all Spencer Tracy's integrity, she would never cut across the line, so she felt nothing about teasing her protagonist, making not so subtle suggestions and then running out the door to the safe of her husband and conjoin aliveness.

One night, a picayune after one in the morning, Karen, audibly upset, called Tracy and said,"Sorry to come alive you, but John and I had a really bad conflict, do you listen if I crash at your station ? I just can't stand the opinion of sleeping next to him right now. I need to get out of the theater and I. .. well, I just want to come there to be honest."Tracy extended an whirl for her friend to detain with her and said she would leave a key under the mat and the Edgar Albert Guest 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 Edgar Albert Guest way with towels on the end of the bed and a cute picayune endowment basket of toilet articles on the vanity. Tentatively, she walked past the Edgar Albert Guest room to Tracy's headmaster bedroom. curiosity had gotten the best of her and she had to come up out what it was like in existent life. She was desperate to bang what it was like to crap lovemaking to another woman. She tiptoed in and folded her dress in a neat pile as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the covers and crawled in bed, snuggling her body against the warmth of her Quaker's brown body.

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

Tracy's words were silenced with a kiss. Karen placed her sassing against Tracy's and they shared an intimate, tender osculation, like only two charwoman can share. Again, Tracy protested."Karenic, I'm not strong enough to hold up this kind of pressure. What about whoremonger ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't make me go. make 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 split came. She couldn't farewell, 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 woman she loved as a ally, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to experience the thing that she had tried to deny for month. There was no denying that her clit would throb and her kitty-cat would get moist when she was with Tracy, when they were sitting back talking, at fourth dimension 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 feel like to have a char's mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how different it would feel.

She didn't have time to intend too much about the complication of her legal action. Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their legs intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the t-shirt from Tracy's sleepy frame and tossed it to the base. She felt aphrodisiac and wanted in the import.

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

touch more sure-footed than she'd felt in a very farseeing time, she reached up and placed her oral cavity on Tracy's. Their rim gently parted and their knife found each other's. electricity shot through Karenic's trunk. Almost immediately, her pussy began to throb and throb, getting wet than she'd remembered in a very farseeing fourth dimension. A sound escaped her lips, one of delight and arousal. Spencer Tracy kissed her back and their kiss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily sensual. Spencer Tracy kissed her way down Karen's neck, tasting her skin, pressing her sassing to the erotic hot smudge Karen had almost forgotten she had. Her trunk 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 unfounded imagination she had never thought that it would feel so excruciatingly erotic. By the clock time Spencer Tracy's lips got to her pinch bone, sounds were escaping her back talk that sounded strange to her own pinna.

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 married person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a sensual woman, a needy womanhood who deserved to be made love to and pleasured like she'd never experienced previously. The cleaning woman beneath her was a friend, a someone she knew inside and out, a woman she had craved sexually for months. She took her time and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karen until she begged her to stop over.

If she had been given the chance to get up, she would hold had several toys and things like dearest, ice cubes, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl movie ready. With nix but her hands and oral fissure, she set to do work. Unsure of how to handle the suckling matter, she decided to go on slowly and let Karen settle how and where she should go. With that decision, she decided to solve everywhere but her nipples. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karen's collarbone to her belly clitoris and back again, not missing a office in between.

Every nervus ending in Karenic's body felt animated with exhilaration. She was strain and conjure up and skittish all at the Saami fourth dimension. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she gripped the weather sheet tightly and held on for earnest liveliness. Spencer Tracy took Karen's hands and placed them on her hips. Even in the duskiness of night, she could see the line in skin feel, feel the gentleness of a char's flesh. Her hands began to roam, gently caressing Tracy's breaking ball. Spencer Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so nice. Don't diaphragm. Oh, yeah, feel my tits."Karen froze momentarily and then took a deep hint and did just that. The weight, the fullness, the feeling of those intemperately, drab tit in her hired hand was sensory overload. Something deeply inside her, something instinctual made her want those nipples in her lip. Without saying a word, Spencer Tracy knew and lowered her titty to her waiting mouth.

Karen took to making love 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 experience pleasurable. In that moment she understood what people meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a woman. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her pussy against Karen's thigh. It was slippery and hot and distracting."Oh, Tracy, this is driving me mad. Fuck me."

Tracy responded with a smile. She turned Karenic over and proceeded to kiss her way down her back, her thigh, all over her ass, her natural language leaving a wet track down her vertebral column. Karen had had enough of the tease and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knee joint, causing Karen to gasp for air. She gently parted the lenient, 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 clitoris. In that moment Karen was 100 % certainly john had never touched her so softly, never found her topographic point so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a raspberry. Her breathing was unawares, raspy. The sensation didn't last long as Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet pussy. The next sensation she felt was that of hot breath on her inside thighs, her ass, her pussycat. It was as if Tracy was making dear to her puss 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. .. work out me. .. hump me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her stage, Karenic started to rub her own slit but Tracy moved her hand away. She replaced her fingertip with her lingua and began to work softly. Karen's actor's line now were tongue-tied, she was speaking the language of supreme ecstasy. From her clitoris to her asshole and back again, Tracy tasted every inch of Karen's wet slit. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right spots. And just when Karen didn't think she could take any more teasing, Tracy took her finger's breadth and pushed them inside Karen's dripping wet snatch. They probed and pushed all the right spots. That was enough to send her over the edge but Tracy had other plan. Flipping her over, holding her legs back, Tracy started licking her again. This sentence her stress was solely on her clit, she was going to bring her to orgasm with the flicking question of her knife. Karen grabbed Tracy's head teacher 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 eubstance and kissed her again, letting her gustation her own juices. Karenic sucked her tongue feverishly. She felt out of control. She was caressing Tracy's dead body now, begging for passing. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the fearfulness and catch she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling good, zip more, nothing less. She held up her tits to her Quaker."Here, sucking them."It was a emblematical gesture, symbolizing a stuffiness and a Julian Bond that the two friends shared. It was representative of giving her sexuality to a woman in a way that most would never share.

Tracy needed no far encouragement and lowered her oral fissure to the hardened pap. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her pleasure, it was about the amour, connection, and passion between the two friends. As her mouth filled with the Henry Sweet, warm liquidness, she heard Karen's gentle moans. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her friend humped her thigh against her pile. She slid her fingers inside Karenic again, this clip, intending to collapse her an earth-shattering sexual climax. At this gunpoint, Karen was so wet, the integral room was filled with the phone of her being finger fucked.

Both woman were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the last bit, Spencer Tracy slid her physical structure around and placed her pussy against Karen's. It was flabby and wet and unlike anything Karen had ever felt before. They fucked each other. They rubbed their button against one another, pink against pink, holding on to each other for darling life story until they both felt the undulation of impending pleasure overtake them.

Karenic slid out of bed in the too soon morning hours. She needed to get home to the kids before they started moving around. She softly kissed Spencer Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would call in her later that afternoon. Tracy's spunk dropped. She felt terrible about breaking her own normal. Karenic comforted her as secure she could under the circumstance, assured her that their friendly relationship was important and she was unwilling to let it go. Tracy wasn't sure exactly what the future tense held for their friendship but she will to face the import, come what may.

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