Spencer Tracy Lennox Robinson had a hard and fast rule : Do NOT, under any condition, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She'd been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the pain it caused her. In her head there was no valid, justifiable intellect to date person who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning ; she had enough respect for herself to not date soul else's man. Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to fair sex as well. fair sex 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 affair with random other woman so while Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a married fair sex, the case of her being tempted by a marital woman were almost non-existent.

Spencer Tracy was the form of woman who felt well-to-do 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 slipway, it was the exact opposite of the strict, rigid life she'd had in The Army. She could stand in nominal head of a canvas tent for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a Nox, and paint to her essence's content. Several local picture 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 machine pension paid the handbill so she was well-off and happy. single life wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so heroic to be in relationship that she would jump at the first man who showed her attention either. Her fortieth birthday was coming up, she was relatively substance in life, and didn't really have a care in the world.

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your feet, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Spencer Tracy made a wrong motion and ended up boldness up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn't been for her trusty letter carrier happening along, she might have been there for hr. After a very brief stint in the local hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and forcible therapy. She'd injured her vertebral column in the military years before and it had a drug abuse of acting up every once in a piece, but after a few days rest, it might literally be class before another flair up. If her lineage sugar hadn't been so out of restraint, she would have been released with the common,"Take care, don't over-exert yourself, take two painfulness killers and call me in the forenoon,"shtick. The combination of the practice of 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 unsafe grade. They released her but with orders for a nurse to come sojourn her rest home for follow up visits and make certainly she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her progress. Say what you want about the armed services, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the ball, their concern for their own is beyond compare.

itching to get back to her canvases and set up to take on 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, Tracy could do it. She didn't want or need a nurse coming to mark on her ; she wanted to paint. Twice a workweek, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to come to tick off on her until the doctor released her. The get-go day Karen showed up, Spencer Tracy tried her in effect to be polite but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and queasy about soul taking care of her. Karen was respectful of the go to sleep Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was lovesome, gracious, and a highly competent nurse as well. Tracy insisted,"Do not call me Ma'am. I'm not in the armed services anymore."The two ladies had a rapport immediately. While she could bear been in and out in twenty instant, Karen stayed for almost an hour, getting to get laid her new patient and asking all form of questions to guarantee that she was getting the dependable care potential and that her convalescence was impending. Karenic was very personable, meaning she liked getting to know her patients in Order to furnish them with the absolute best care. She felt like it was her obligation to run herself to her patients, to be a ally to them.

Karen was, for all spirit and purposes. .. well. .. not exactly the arrant physical opposite of Tracy, but there were some significant differences. Other than the obvious divergence in backwash, Tracy being Black and Karenic being bloodless ; Tracy was improbable than norm, Karen was of average peak. They both had similar builds but Karen had recently given birth and was breast feeding and the proprietor of very large, very raw titty. They were both very attractive cleaning lady who didn't find 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 connexion, that intangible bond 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 means you can't with others. Karen hadn't even been coming two wide week when Tracy started looking forward to her visits. They would relegate up the monotony of her day, put up her company, and she enjoyed sharing her artwork with Karen.

One day, Karen stopped by on a day she wasn't scheduled to inspect. She said she just wanted to see up on Tracy. The visit lasted almost two hours and the women talked about living, lovemaking, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Spencer Tracy realized that the chemical science she shared with Karenic was more than than platonic. It was that night that Spencer Tracy allowed herself to give birth her very start phantasy about Karen. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new friend. Her internal secretion raged and her body ached to explore a more physical, sensual link with the cleaning woman who had compulsory admittance to her home two times a week. Because she had been compelled to keep her sexuality secret and hidden in the military machine, Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential difference devotee about her preference. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a paint brush, she became give to telling the truth, with her art and with her eye.

"Hey friend, get on in,"Spencer Tracy said as she opened the door widely to greet Karen on her next scheduled visit. This time, rather than her hands and clothes being covered in paint, she was wearing a blue green colored blouse and dungaree that would be what she'd wear on a casual appointment with a man. She watched for Karenic's reaction carefully as she undid the clitoris on her shirt to let out a black lace button up bra as she listened to her eye. Spencer Tracy rested her right hand on Karenic's thigh as she pricked the finger's breadth on her left hand to examine her blood sugar. Still no reception. Karen seemed to be forgetful to any sexual tension and went about her business professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the doc 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 shortsighted period of time."

"Oh, I can still stop by and see you,"Karen responded."I have other patients in the domain 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 workaday, so predictable. I've been married to the Saami man for 15 years, we've been in a relationship since eminent schooling ; 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, different. I think what you're doing is fascinating and I love your piece of work and I just think you're a really interesting, really skillful 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 disaffect her new friend so they hugged sayonara with promises of seeing one another again.

Before the week was out, Karenic called and asked if it was okay if she stopped by. Tracy was elated. She grabbed a feeding bottle of wine, some cheeseflower and crackers and set out a short tray."I finished with all my patients early today and I just didn't tactile property like going home yet,"Karen blurted out the secondment she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the child and my honest-to-god two have practice after school. I just needed a little adult time, I hope you don't mind."

judgment ? 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 and cracker bonbon. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two adult female continued to open up to one another in manner that far exceeded most burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex lives, love lifetime, fears, dreams, frustration, things that usually come after knowing someone a retentive time. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to will and her car was barely out the private road before Spencer Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already aroused slit.

In the following workweek, the unscripted sojourn became more frequent, with Karenic sometimes stopping by on her dejeuner breaks, after seeing all her patients, and even on her days off. The lulu of their conversations was that they were deep, raw, and honest, not at all superficial. Tracy didn't want to appear obvious, so some days she would provide herbal tea or juice, others aught at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karenic to relax up a bit more, she offered some variant of alcohol, you know, all under the guise of being a gracious hostess. Her dark were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making love to her new supporter, terrified she might lose her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond belief by the link.

Eventually, Spencer Tracy knew it was time to reveal her true feelings. She decided she would do it with a house painting. Inspired, the spell came to life and she invited her friend to her studio to reveal it."It's not finished,"she mumbled, terrified about being rejected as an artist and a friend. As Karen stared at the canvas, she could clearly make out two char who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Spencer Tracy in a very versed, 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 measured not to ache her Friend's flavor."You know. .. I'm not attracted to you like that, right ? I just want to be friends."

Tracy felt a sense of fill-in almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karenic to rip her clothes off and for them to fuck in the midsection of the floor, it was more like she just needed her friend to see all of her, to bonk her Sojourner Truth, to not hide any parts of herself anymore. She felt disengage. She mumbled something about the chemistry and the connection they shared and apologized in ten unlike style for making Karenic uncomfortable and asked if they could just persist admirer. For all of her infatuation, Spencer Tracy knew that Karenic was married and she wasn't about to check that rule, even if the attraction was mutual.

The dynamics of the relationship did change after that. Karen was more hesitating to descend by, not because she didn't like Spencer Tracy any more than but because she felt awkward. Tracy was gracious but offered no alcohol on their legal brief visits. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few workweek. Before foresightful, water found its own level and everything was back to being comfortable, with the small exclusion of the fact that they two didn't mention the sexual attraction thing. It didn't need to be mentioned. There was a growing sexual tension between the two char. They would sit closer together on the lounge, touch more. A bright lamp in the corner of the room would eventually become replaced by the sonant luminescence of candlelight. Their clinch goodbye lasted farseeing and it was more than evident that Karen was beginning to believe Spencer Tracy in ways she never thought potential.

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

Spencer Tracy did understand. The rapport they had built together was based on a sealed grade of non-verbal communication."You mean being with another woman ?"Karen nodded."Well, it can be the most tender, gentle, sultry experience you've ever had, in a way that no man could ever touch on you, buss you or satisfy you. It can be just as acute and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the difference is there is no end object lens. You know when you're with a man that everything he does is with one goal in judgement, to get to the ass. With a woman, there is no such agenda ; it's all about the journey, not the terminus. I've made dear to a char 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 time. Karen was breathing punishing, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed signs of her breasts leaking. She leaned in close and tip Karen's face towards hers, their backtalk virtually close enough for a kiss, making intense eye physical 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 means, we experiment like any other duad, spotter pornography, 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 piece, the Same affair 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 for sure you know. The lowest affair I want to do is guide 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."Karenic was blushing and embarrassed but intimate enough with her friend to open up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her friend's hired hand."I'll answer any questions you have and I won't stop being your friend. 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 blab about sex with me and go home and fuck your husband like weirdo, that is just fine with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the sexual latent hostility was so stocky in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karen gathered her things 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 rule about not fooling around with a married woman. Karen started forsaking her other Quaker, friends she's known since high-pitched school, to arrive spend prison term Spencer Tracy. She loved the feeling of exemption she got the very moment she walked through the doorway, the ability to distinguish the true statement that she didn't have with her other ally. She loved the sexual tension and she had begun being more discriminate about the affair she shared with her husband, not wanting him to get laid exactly how turned on she was getting sharing sentence with another woman. Karen knew that for all Tracy's integrity, she would never cross the line of work, so she felt nothing about teasing her friend, making not so subtle suggestions and then running out the room access to the safety of her husband and married life.

One dark, a short after one in the forenoon, Karen, audibly upset, called Spencer Tracy and said,"Sorry to awake you, but John Lackland and I had a really bad fight, do you mind if I crash at your billet ? 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 come there to be honest."Tracy extended an offer for her friend to stay with her and said she would bequeath a key under the mat and the guest room ready for her whenever she got there. Karen 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 elbow room with towels on the end of the bed and a precious slight giving basket of toiletries on the dresser. Tentatively, she walked past the Edgar Albert Guest way to Tracy's master chamber. peculiarity had gotten the topper of her and she had to happen out what it was like in real life. She was despairing to jazz what it was like to reach sexual love to another woman. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat quite a little as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the cover and crawled in bed, snuggling her body against the warmth of her friend's browned soundbox.

Spencer Tracy awoke immediately, still logy but very surely that there was a naked dead body succeeding to hers."Karenic, what are you doing ? Don't do this. Please."

Spencer Tracy's words were silenced with a kiss. Karen placed her lips against Tracy's and they shared an intimate, tender kiss, like only two fair sex can portion. Again, Tracy protested."Karen, I'm not impregnable enough to stand firm this variety of insistency. What about John ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't make me go. Make passion to me. fuck me. Do whatever you want to me but don't make me go."The speech choked up in her pharynx as the rip 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 chinchy kick. This was a woman 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 calendar month. There was no denying that her button would pulse and her puss would get moist when she was with Tracy, when they were sitting back talking, at metre 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 meter to think too a lot about the ramifications of her actions. Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their legs intertwined. Karenic reached up and pulled the jersey from Tracy's sleepy framing and tossed it to the flooring. 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 farsighted clock time, she reached up and placed her mouth on Tracy's. Their brim gently parted and their tongue found each other's. Electricity shot through Karen's body. Almost immediately, her pussy began to throb and throb, getting wetter than she'd remembered in a very long time. A phone escaped her lips, one of pleasure and arousal. Tracy kissed her backrest and their kiss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily sensual. Tracy kissed her way down Karen's neck, tasting her skin, pressing her lips to the titillating hot smear 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 woman but in her wildest imaginativeness she had never thought that it would feel so excruciatingly erotic. By the metre Spencer Tracy's lip got to her collar bone, sounds were escaping her lips that sounded strange to her own auricle.

In the darkness of her sleeping room, in the midsection of the night, Tracy put aside all her scruple about engaging in an liaison with a married person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a carnal woman, a impoverished womanhood who deserved to be made love to and pleasured like she'd never experienced previously. The adult female beneath her was a friend, a person she knew inside and out, a cleaning woman she had craved sexually for months. She took her time and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karenic until she begged her to break.

If she had been given the chance to prepare, she would have had various plaything and things like honey, ice cubes, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl movie ready. With zip but her hands and lip, she set to ferment. Unsure of how to handle the lactation affair, she decided to carry on slowly and let Karen decide how and where she should go. With that determination, she decided to clobber everywhere but her pap. 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 body felt alive with upheaval. She was tense up and call down and skittish all at the Same time. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she gripped the sail tightly and held on for darling lifespan. Spencer Tracy took Karen's hand and placed them on her hip. Even in the wickedness of night, she could see the dividing line in skin shade, palpate the mildness of a charwoman's pulp. Her hired hand began to cast, gently caressing Spencer Tracy's breaking ball. Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so decent. Don't halt. Oh, yeah, palpate my tits."Karen froze momentarily and then took a deep breath and did just that. The weight, the mellowness, the feeling of those hard, obscure nipples in her manpower was sensory overload. Something inscrutable inside her, something instinctual made her deprivation those nipples in her mouth. Without saying a watchword, Tracy knew and lowered her tits to her waiting mouthpiece.

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 oceanic abyss in her gut would palpate pleasurable. In that minute she understood what mass meant when they said that only another adult female knows how to pleasure a woman. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her pussy against Karen's thigh. It was slippy and hot and distracting."Oh, Spencer Tracy, this is driving me screwball. Fuck me."

Tracy responded with a grin. She turned Karenic over and proceeded to kiss her way down her back, her thighs, all over her ass, her glossa leaving a wet trail down her spine. Karenic had had enough of the tease and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her hips and pulled her to her articulatio genus, causing Karen to gasp for air. She gently parted the soft, ping bend of shape that enveloped all that made Karen a woman and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her fingerbreadth and gently caressed Karenic's clit. In that moment Karen was 100 % sure can had never touched her so softly, never found her spot so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a sibilation. Her breathing was short, raspy. The sense experience didn't concluding long as Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet pussy. The succeeding star she felt was that of hot breath on her inner second joint, her ass, her snatch. It was as if Tracy was making sexual love to her pussy with her eyes, not even touching it, just looking at it, examining it in a way no one had ever done before. Karen was chanting,"Eat me. .. lick me. .. fuck me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her ramification, Karen started to rub her own pussy but Spencer Tracy moved her manus away. She replaced her fingertip with her lingua and began to lick softly. Karen's words now were incoherent, she was speaking the language of supreme raptus. From her clit to her prick and back again, Tracy tasted every column inch of Karenic's wet incision. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right-hand bit. And just when Karen didn't think she could ask any more teasing, Tracy took her fingerbreadth and pushed them inside Karen's dripping wet pussy. They probed and pushed all the veracious office. That was enough to get off her over the sharpness but Tracy had other programme. Flipping her over, holding her legs back, Tracy started licking her again. This time her focus was solely on her clit, she was going to bring her to orgasm with the flicking motion of her tongue. Karen grabbed Tracy's head and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how good it felt.

Just as Karen was about to strain her extra moment, Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karen's physical structure and kissed her again, letting her taste her own succus. Karen sucked her spit feverishly. She felt out of ascendence. She was caressing Spencer 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 adept, nothing more, nothing less. She held up her tits to her booster."Here, suck them."It was a symbolic gesture, symbolizing a tightness and a attachment that the two friends shared. It was representative of giving her gender to a woman in a way that most would never share.

Tracy needed no advance encouragement and lowered her mouth to the hardened pap. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her joy, it was about the intimacy, connection, and passion between the two Quaker. As her mouth filled with the sweet, warm liquid state, she heard Karen's gruntle moan. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her friend humped her thigh against her heap. She slid her fingers inside Karenic again, this time, intending to give her an earth-shattering climax. At this peak, Karen was so wet, the entire room was filled with the sound of her being fingerbreadth fucked.

Both char were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the close minute, Tracy slid her body around and placed her pussy against Karen's. It was soft and wet and unlike anything Karen had ever felt before. They fucked each former. They rubbed their button against one another, pink against pinko, holding on to each other for devout biography until they both felt the waving of impending joy pass them.

Karen slid out of bed in the early morning time of day. She needed to get home to the tiddler before they started moving around. She softly kissed Spencer Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would call her later that afternoon. Tracy's meat dropped. She felt terrible about breaking her own rule. Karen comforted her as considerably she could under the circumstances, assured her that their friendship was important and she was unwilling to let it go. Spencer Tracy wasn't sure exactly what the future held for their friendship but she unforced to front the consequences, come what may.

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