Spencer Tracy Jack Roosevelt Robinson had a hard and quick rule : Do NOT, under any setting, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She'd been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the infliction 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 outset ; she had enough respectfulness for herself to not day of the month someone else's man. Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to charwoman as well. cleaning lady were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. near women weren't after illicit sex and extracurricular contact with random other women so while Tracy felt morally righteous and victor for saying on precept that she never messed around with a married cleaning lady, the case of her being tempted by a married woman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of woman who felt well-heeled adhering to formula. She'd served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her lifespan pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many mode, it was the take antonym of the strict, stiff life she'd had in The regular army. She could brook in presence of a canvas for minute, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a night, and paint to her mettle's cognitive content. various local galleries were showing her employment and while the gross revenue were few and far between, they were enough to preserve her motivated to uphold her cacoethes. Her war machine pension paid the beak so she was comfortable and happy. unity biography wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so desperate to be in family relationship that she would chute at the 1st man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively content in life story, and didn't really hold a aid in the world.

When they say that life history has a way of knocking you off your pes, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a untimely move and ended up font up in amongst her gardenias ineffectual to strike. If it hadn't been for her trusty letter attack aircraft carrier happening along, she might have been there for hours. After a very brief stint 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 geezerhood before and it had a habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. rest, it might literally be years before another flare up. If her blood sugar hadn't been so out of control, she would have been released with the usual,"takings tutelage, don't over-exert yourself, take two pain killer whale and ring me in the first light,"schtik. The combination of the music 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 storey. They released her but with orders for a nurse to come visit her home for follow up visits and make water sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her advance. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the lump, their care for their own is beyond comparison.

Itching to get back to her canvases and ready to wear more responsibility 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, Spencer Tracy could do it. She didn't want or need a nursemaid coming to jibe on her ; she wanted to paint. Twice a workweek, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to number to fit on her until the doctor released her. The first day Karen showed up, Spencer Tracy tried her sound to be polite but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and anxious about someone taking care of her. Karen was respectful of the retired Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was warm, nice, and a highly competent nurse as well. Tracy insisted,"Do not call me Ma'am. I'm not in the military anymore."The two madam had a rapport immediately. While she could have been in and out in 20 minutes, Karen stayed for almost an hour, getting to have it away her new patient and asking all kind of questions to ensure that she was getting the best tending possible and that her recovery was imminent. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to do it her patient role in order to provide them with the absolute in force precaution. She felt like it was her duty to extend herself to her patients, to be a acquaintance to them.

Karen was, for all intents and role. .. well. .. not exactly the all over physical opposite of Tracy, but there were some significant difference. early than the obvious divergence in airstream, Tracy being Black and Karen being white ; Tracy was marvellous than average, Karenic was of average height. They both had standardised builds but Karenic had recently given birth and was nursing and the owner of very big, very sensitive titty. They were both very attractive women who didn't sense a indigence to flaunt it and downplayed their attraction out of sensibility and practicality. The two adult female hit it off immediately and seemed to become friends from essentially day one. There was that connexion, that impalpable bond you get sometimes when you meet person and you feel as if you've known them forever. Or, at the very least, that you can spread up to them in ways you can't with others. Karen hadn't even been coming two entire weeks when Tracy started looking forward to her visits. They would break up the monotony of her day, leave her company, and she enjoyed sharing her artwork with Karen.

One day, Karen stopped by on a day she wasn't scheduled to visit. She said she just wanted to check up on Spencer Tracy. The visit lasted almost two hours and the woman talked about life, dear, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Spencer Tracy realized that the interpersonal chemistry she shared with Karen was more than than platonic. It was that dark that Tracy allowed herself to suffer her very first fancy about Karenic. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new booster. Her hormones raged and her dead body ached to explore a more physical, sensual connection with the woman who had mandatory approach to her house two time a workweek. 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 lover about her preferences. The newly emerging creative person in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the second she picked up a paint thicket, she became committed to telling the truth, with her art and with her heart.

"Hey friend, total on in,"Spencer Tracy said as she opened the doorway widely to greet Karen on her next schedule visit. This time, rather than her men and dress being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and blue jean that would be what she'd wear on a casual date with a man. She watched for Karen's reaction carefully as she undid the push on her shirt to give away a black lace get-up-and-go up bra as she listened to her heart. Tracy rested her right hand on Karen's thigh as she pricked the finger on her left hand to test her blood wampum. Still no response. Karen seemed to be oblivious to any sexual tensity and went about her business professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the doctor that Tracy was cleared for firing.

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

"Oh, I can still stop by and see you,"Karen responded."I have other patient role in the surface area and I would be more than happy to stop by and check on you every once in a while."She added,"You know, my biography is so routine, so predictable. I've been married to the Lapp man for 15 years, we've been in a human relationship since high up school ; I've been in the military for 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 interesting, really dainty person."It wasn't exactly what Tracy wanted to hear but it felt courteous regardless and she knew Karen was being sincere. The last things she wanted to do was estrange her new acquaintance so they hugged goodbye with promise of seeing one another again.

Before the week was out, Karen called and asked if it was okay if she stopped by. Spencer Tracy was elated. She grabbed a bottle of wine-colored, some cheese and crackers and set out a small tray."I finished with all my affected role early today and I just didn't look like going nursing home yet,"Karen blurted out the second she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the babe and my older two have practice after schooltime. I just needed a little grownup time, I hope you don't mind."

Mind ? Was she crazy ? Tracy was elated. Karen graciously accepted the go of the cool Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the fume Gouda cheese and firecracker. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two cleaning lady continued to open up to one another in ways that far exceeded most burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex lives, love spirit, fearfulness, dreams, foiling, matter that usually come after knowing someone a long time. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karenic had to entrust and her car was barely out the driveway before Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already aroused pussy.

In the following week, the unscripted visits became more frequent, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch breaks, after seeing all her patients, and even on her daylight off. The beauty of their conversations was that they were deep, raw, and honest, not at all superficial. Tracy didn't want to look obvious, so some Clarence Shepard Day Jr. she would pop the question herbal tea or juice, others aught at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karen to tease apart up a bit more, she offered some phase of alcoholic beverage, you know, all under the guise of being a nice air hostess. Her night were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making honey to her new friend, terrified she might lose her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond belief by the connection.

Eventually, Tracy knew it was time to reveal her true feelings. She decided she would do it with a painting. Inspired, the piece came to life and she invited her friend to her studio apartment 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 make out two women who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Tracy in a very familiar, semi-nude embrace.

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

Spencer Tracy felt a sense of relief almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karen to rip her clothes off and for them to fuck in the center of the flooring, it was more like she just needed her protagonist to see all of her, to know her truth, to not obliterate any component of herself anymore. She felt free. She mumbled something about the chemistry and the connection they shared and apologized in ten different ways for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just remain acquaintance. For all of her crush, Tracy knew that Karen was married and she wasn't about to weaken that formula, even if the attraction was mutual.

The moral force of the relationship did variety after that. Karenic was more hesitant to come by, not because she didn't like Tracy any More but because she felt awkward. Tracy was nice but offered no inebriant on their legal brief visits. Their conversations were more provisionary and reserved for a few weeks. Before prospicient, piddle found its own level and everything was back to being prosperous, with the small exclusion of the fact that they two didn't mention the sexual attractor thing. It didn't need to be mentioned. There was a growing intimate latent hostility between the two charwoman. They would sit closer together on the sofa, touch more. A bright lamp in the corner of the room would eventually become replaced by the soft glow of candlelight. Their hugs goodbye lasted foresightful and it was more than unmistakable that Karen was beginning to bank Tracy in shipway 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 sympathize. The resonance they had built together was based on a certain stratum of non-verbal communication."You mean being with another charwoman ?"Karen nodded."Well, it can be the most tender, easy, animal experience you've ever had, in a way that no man could ever bear upon you, buss you or live up to 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 judgement, to get to the screwing. With a woman, there is no such agenda ; it's all about the journey, not the finish. I've made love to a charwoman for eight hours once and my solitary destination was to get her to the very edge of coming and then stop over and over and over again. At the end of six 60 minutes, she was screaming for me to. .."Spencer Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karen was breathing great, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed signs of her chest leaking. She leaned in close-fitting and angle Karen's aspect towards hers, their back talk virtually close plenty for a kiss, making intense eye contact."Are you okay ?"

"You know, I told St. John the Apostle about. .. you know. .. about. .. well, I told him about the painting and everything. We aren't puritan by any means, we experiment like any former couple, sentry pornography, whatever we can to prevent 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 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 indisputable you know. The last affair I want to do is lead you on and I don't want to lose our friendly relationship but I would be lying if I didn't William Tell you that I've been thinking about what it would be like."Karen was blushing and mortified but intimate enough with her friend to spread up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her friend's hand."I'll answer any question you have and I won't stoppage being your protagonist. I won't do anything that will make you feel 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 talk about sex with me and go base and fuck your husband like crazy, that is just alright with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the intimate tenseness was so buddy-buddy in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karenic gathered her thing and bolted out there like lightning. Over the next few month, their relationship took on a new active. Karenic flirted, tempted, and teased and Tracy was holding fast to her linguistic rule about not fooling around with a married womanhood. Karen started forsaking her former friends, friends she's known since high school, to come spend fourth dimension Tracy. She loved the impression of freedom she got the very moment she walked through the door, the ability to tell the truth that she didn't have with her other champion. She loved the sexual tension and she had begun being more discriminate about the affair she shared with her husband, not wanting him to know exactly how turned on she was getting sharing time with another woman. Karen knew that for all Tracy's integrity, she would never hybridise the line, so she felt null about teasing her friend, making not so subtle suggestions and then running out the door to the safe of her husband and marry lifetime.

One Nox, a footling after one in the morning, Karenic, audibly upset, called Tracy and said,"Sorry to come alive you, but John and I had a really bad fight, do you beware if I crash at your home ? I just can't stand the thought of sleeping next to him right now. I need to get out of the house and I. .. well, I just want to fall there to be honest."Tracy extended an fling for her supporter to stay with her and said she would pass on 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 hour, she was in Tracy's driveway and the key was under the mat as promised. She quietly let herself in and peeked in the guest room with towels on the end of the bed and a cute piddling natural endowment basket of toiletries on the dresser. Tentatively, she walked past the guest room to Tracy's superior bedchamber. oddity had gotten the best of her and she had to line up out what it was like in veridical life. She was despairing to bang what it was like to score love to another cleaning lady. She tiptoed in and folded her dress in a neat heap as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the covers and crawled in bed, snuggling her consistency against the affectionateness of her acquaintance's brown physical structure.

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

Tracy's words were silenced with a kiss. Karen placed her rim against Tracy's and they shared an intimate, tender candy kiss, like only two women can share. Again, Tracy protested."Karen, I'm not strong enough to withstand this kind of pressing. What about John ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't give me go. Make passion 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 fuck with a stranger to get off. This wasn't a gimcrack chill. This was a woman she loved as a friend, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to receive the thing that she had tried to deny for month. There was no denying that her clitoris 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 feel like to have a adult female's oral cavity on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how different it would feel.

She didn't have time to think too very much about the ramifications of her actions. Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their pegleg intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the t-shirt from Tracy's sleepy frame and tossed it to the floor. She felt aphrodisiacal and wanted in the moment.

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

belief more surefooted than she'd felt in a very long meter, she reached up and placed her backtalk on Tracy's. Their mouth gently parted and their tongues found each other's. Electricity shaft through Karenic's body. Almost immediately, her pussy began to pulse and pulse, getting wetter than she'd remembered in a very longsighted clock time. A auditory sensation escaped her lips, one of pleasure 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 mouth to the erotic hot spots Karen had almost forgotten she had. Her eubstance responded. She was writhing, twisting, panting and incredibly turned on. She'd imagined what it would be like to be with a char but in her uncivilised imagination she had never thought that it would feel so excruciatingly erotic. By the time Tracy's lips got to her collar os, sounds were escaping her lips that sounded strange to her own ear.

In the swarthiness of her bedroom, in the midsection of the Nox, Tracy put aside all her distrust about engaging in an social function with a married person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a sultry charwoman, a necessitous woman who deserved to be made lovemaking to and pleasured like she'd never experienced previously. The woman beneath her was a friend, a person she knew inside and out, a woman she had craved sexually for calendar month. She took her metre and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karen until she begged her to stop.

If she had been given the opportunity to educate, she would suffer had various toy dog and things like honey, ice cubes, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl picture ready. With nothing but her hands and mouth, she set to operate. Unsure of how to deal the lactation thing, she decided to proceed slowly and let Karen decide how and where she should go. With that decision, she decided to cream everywhere but her nipples. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karen's collarbone to her belly button and back again, not missing a spot in between.

Every nerve ending in Karenic's physical structure felt alive with inflammation. She was tense and aroused and flighty all at the same clip. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she gripped the sheets tightly and held on for earnest life. Tracy took Karen's hands and placed them on her rose hip. Even in the swarthiness of Night, she could see the contrast in skin tone, sense the womanishness of a cleaning lady's flesh. Her hands began to roam, gently caressing Tracy's curves. Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so Nice. Don't stop. Oh, yeah, feel my tits."Karen froze momentarily and then took a late breath and did just that. The exercising weight, the voluminosity, the feeling of those heavily, dark mammilla in her work force was sensory overload. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her need those tit in her sassing. Without saying a word, Tracy knew and lowered her nipple 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 bass in her gut would feel pleasurable. In that import she understood what the great unwashed meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a cleaning woman. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her pussy against Karen'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 backbone, her thighs, all over her ass, her tongue leaving a wet trail down her spine. Karen had had enough of the tease and wanted more. Spencer Tracy grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees, causing Karenic to gasp for air. She gently parted the soft, pinko folds of anatomy that enveloped all that made Karen a cleaning woman and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger and gently caressed Karenic's button. In that mo Karen was 100 % sure King John had never touched her so softly, never found her post so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a hiss. Her breathing was short, raspy. The sensation didn't finish long as Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet pussy. The next wizard she felt was that of hot breath on her internal thighs, her ass, her pussy. It was as if Tracy was making making love to her pussy with her center, not even touching it, just looking at it, examining it in a way no one had ever done before. Karen was chanting,"Eat me. .. solve me. .. fuck me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her legs, Karen started to rub her own pussy but Tracy moved her script away. She replaced her fingertip with her natural language and began to cream softly. Karen's Scripture now were incoherent, she was speaking the language of supreme transport. From her clit to her asshole and back again, Tracy tasted every inch of Karen's wet puss. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right speckle. And just when Karenic didn't think she could take any more teasing, Spencer Tracy took her fingerbreadth and pushed them inside Karenic's dripping wet twat. They probed and pushed all the powerful slur. That was enough to send her over the edge but Tracy had other plan. Flipping her over, holding her wooden leg back, Spencer Tracy started licking her again. This time her focus was solely on her clit, she was going to make for her to orgasm with the flicking motion of her tongue. Karenic grabbed Tracy's head and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how good it felt.

Just as Karenic was about to hand her especial moment, Spencer Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karenic's consistency and kissed her again, letting her taste her own juices. Karenic sucked her glossa feverishly. She felt out of mastery. She was caressing Tracy's body now, begging for release. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the fears and dread she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling good, nothing more, nix LE. She held up her mamilla to her friend."Here, suck them."It was a emblematical gesture, symbolizing a closeness and a James Bond that the two friends shared. It was voice of giving her sexuality to a woman in a way that almost would never share.

Spencer Tracy needed no foster encouragement and lowered her sass to the hardened nipples. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her pleasure, it was about the liaison, connection, and warmth between the two champion. As her back talk filled with the sweet, lovesome liquid, she heard Karen's mollify moans. Her own puss was flowing freely now as her supporter humped her thigh against her pile. She slid her fingers inside Karen again, this time, intending to give her an earth-shattering coming. At this peak, Karen was so wet, the integral elbow room was filled with the sounds of her being finger's breadth fucked.

Both char were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the last minute, Tracy slid her body around and placed her pussy against Karen's. It was soft and wet and unlike anything Karenic had ever felt before. They fucked each other. They rubbed their clits against one another, garden pink against pink, holding on to each other for costly life until they both felt the waving of impending pleasure overtake them.

Karen slid out of bed in the early morning minute. She needed to get home to the nipper before they started moving around. She softly kissed Tracy bye-bye and whispered that she would call her later that afternoon. Tracy's heart dropped. She felt direful about breaking her own dominion. Karen comforted her as best she could under the consideration, assured her that their friendship was important and she was unwilling to let it go. Tracy wasn't sure exactly what the future held for their friendship but she willing to face the outcome, come what may.

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