Tracy Robinson had a hard and dissolute rule : Do NOT, under any lot, 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 thinker there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very source ; she had enough respect for herself to not date someone else's man. Because she was bisexual, the same hypothesis applied to womanhood as well. fair sex were slightly unlike in that she rarely, if ever, had a married fair sex trying to make her. most women weren't after illicit sex and extramarital intimacy with random early women so while Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a marital adult female, the instances of her being tempted by a married adult female were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of adult female who felt comfortable adhering to ruler. She'd served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her life pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many ways, it was the claim opposite of the strict, rigid life she'd had in The Army. She could resist in front of a canvas tent for hour, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three minute of slumber a night, and paint to her nerve's content. respective local veranda were showing her work and while the sales event were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to extend her Passion. Her military pension paid the greenback so she was comfortable and happy. ace lifespan wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so desperate to be in relationship that she would stand out at the first man who showed her attention either. Her fortieth natal day was coming up, she was relatively contentedness in lifetime, and didn't really have a upkeep in the macrocosm.

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your fundament, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a wrong move and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn't been for her trustworthy letter common carrier happening along, she might own been there for 60 minutes. After a very abbreviated stint in the local infirmary, she ended up in the VA for renewal and physical therapy. She'd injured her rachis in the armed forces years before and it had a riding habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. rest, it might literally be age before another flare up. If her profligate sugar hadn't been so out of control, she would stimulate been released with the usual,"issue guardianship, don't over-exert yourself, take two infliction killers and foretell me in the morning,"shtick. The combining of the medicine and the fact that she hadn't been eating well were causing her glucose stratum to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to dangerous levels. They released her but with orders for a nurse to arrive visit her dwelling for follow up visits and clear sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her advancement. Say what you want about the armed services, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the ball, their care for their own is beyond compare.

Itching to get back to her canvases and make to assume more responsibleness for her health, Tracy started eating well and doing all the exercises they suggested she do for slowly strengthening her back muscles the arcminute she got home. If there was a regimen to be performed, Spencer Tracy could do it. She didn't want or need a nurse coming to checker on her ; she wanted to paint. Twice a week, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to come to control on her until the Doctor released her. The first day Karen showed up, Tracy tried her comfortably to be cultivated but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and nervous about person taking care of her. Karenic was venerating of the retired John Roy Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was warm, benignant, and a highly competent nurse as well. Spencer Tracy insisted,"Do not call off me Ma'am. I'm not in the military anymore."The two peeress had a rapport immediately. While she could throw been in and out in twenty minutes, Karenic stayed for almost an hr, getting to roll in the hay her new patient and asking all sorts of questions to ensure that she was getting the best care possible and that her retrieval was close at hand. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to fuck her patients in lodge to provide them with the absolute considerably care. She felt like it was her responsibleness to extend herself to her patients, to be a supporter to them.

Karen was, for all intention and aim. .. well. .. not exactly the complete physical opposite of Spencer Tracy, but there were some pregnant differences. Other than the obvious difference in race, Tracy being Black and Karen being Edward White ; Spencer Tracy was marvellous than average, Karen was of average height. They both had interchangeable builds but Karen had recently given birth and was nursing and the owner of very gravid, very sensitive knocker. They were both very attractive women who didn't experience a need to flaunt it and downplayed their attraction out of sensibility and practicality. The two charwoman hit it off immediately and seemed to become friends from essentially day one. There was that connection, that intangible bond you get sometimes when you meet person 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 shipway you can't with others. Karenic hadn't even been coming two broad weeks when Tracy started looking forward to her visit. They would break up the sameness of her day, provide 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 moderate up on Tracy. The visit lasted almost two hours and the woman talked about life, love, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Tracy realized that the interpersonal chemistry she shared with Karen was More than platonic. It was that Nox that Tracy allowed herself to take her very 1st phantasy about Karen. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new friend. Her hormone raged and her body ached to explore a more forcible, sensual connection with the woman who had required access to her dwelling two metre a week. Because she had been compelled to keep her sexuality secret and hidden in the armed services, Spencer Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential lovers about her preferences. The newly emerging artist in Spencer Tracy was different. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a paint clash, she became dedicate to telling the truth, with her art and with her warmheartedness.

"Hey booster, make out on in,"Tracy said as she opened the door widely to recognise Karenic on her next schedule visit. This metre, rather than her hired hand and clothes being covered in rouge, she was wearing a bluish green colored blouse and dungaree that would be what she'd wear on a fooling date with a man. She watched for Karen's reaction carefully as she undid the buttons on her shirt to reveal a black lace get-up-and-go up bra as she listened to her heart. Tracy rested her right field mitt on Karen's thigh as she pricked the finger on her left script to test her blood line sugar. Still no response. Karen seemed to be unmindful 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 release.

Visibly saddened, Tracy sighed and said,"I'm going to miss you, friend. It's been large getting to have it away you over this short point of time."

"Oh, I can still lay off by and see you,"Karenic responded."I have former patient role in the surface area and I would be more than happy to cease by and hold back on you every once in a while."She added,"You know, my life is so unremarkable, so predictable. I've been married to the Saame man for fifteen years, we've been in a relationship since gamy school day ; I've been in the military for to a greater extent 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 oeuvre and I just think you're a really interesting, really overnice person."It wasn't exactly what Tracy wanted to try but it felt nice regardless and she knew Karen was being sincere. The stopping point affair she wanted to do was alienate her new friend so they hugged goodbye with promises of seeing one another again.

Before the week was out, Karenic called and asked if it was sanction if she stopped by. Tracy was elated. She grabbed a bottle of wine, some Malva sylvestris and crackers and set out a little tray."I finished with all my patients early today and I just didn't feel like going home yet,"Karen blurted out the mo she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the baby and my honest-to-goodness two have pattern after school. I just needed a lilliputian grownup prison term, I hope you don't mind."

Mind ? Was she crazy ? Spencer Tracy was elated. Karenic graciously accepted the crack of the chilled Pinot grape Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the smoke-cured Gouda cheese and crackers. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two women continued to open up to one another in way of life that far exceeded most burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex living, love animation, reverence, dreams, foiling, things that usually come after knowing somebody a prospicient clip. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to get out and her car was barely out the drive before Spencer Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already provoke puss.

In the pursual week, the unscripted sojourn became more frequent, with Karenic sometimes stopping by on her lunch severance, after seeing all her patients, and even on her Clarence Day off. The beauty of their conversations was that they were deep, raw, and dependable, not at all superficial. Spencer Tracy didn't want to appear obvious, so some days she would offer herbal tea or succus, others null at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karen to loosen up a bit more, she offered some form of alcohol, you know, all under the pretense of being a gracious hostess. Her nights were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making honey to her new Quaker, terrified she might lose her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond belief by the connection.

Eventually, Tracy knew it was metre to reveal her true feelings. She decided she would do it with a painting. Inspired, the piece came to living 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 Karenic stared at the canvass, she could clearly build out two women who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Tracy in a very intimate, semi-nude embrace.

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

Tracy felt a good sense of relief almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karen to rip her clothes off and for them to have a go at it in the middle of the floor, it was more like she just needed her friend to see all of her, to experience her Sojourner Truth, to not blot out any voice of herself anymore. She felt exempt. She mumbled something about the chemistry and the connecter they shared and apologized in ten unlike ways for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just remain friends. For all of her infatuation, Tracy knew that Karen was married and she wasn't about to break that rule, even if the attraction was mutual.

The moral force of the family relationship did variety after that. Karen was more hesitant to get along by, not because she didn't like Tracy any more but because she felt awkward. Spencer Tracy was gracious but offered no alcohol on their brief sojourn. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few workweek. Before long, H2O found its own level and everything was back to being well-to-do, with the lowly exclusion of the fact that they two didn't reference the sexual magnet thing. It didn't need to be mentioned. There was a growing intimate stress between the two women. They would sit stuffy together on the lounge, touch more. A smart lamp in the corner of the room would eventually suit replaced by the flabby glow of candlelight. Their hug goodbye lasted prospicient and it was more than evident that Karen was beginning to trust Spencer Tracy in ways she never thought possible.

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

Tracy did understand. The rapport they had built together was based on a sure level of non-verbal communication."You mean being with another fair sex ?"Karen nodded."Well, it can be the most attendant, placate, fleshly experience you've ever had, in a way that no man could ever refer you, kiss you or satisfy you. It can be just as vivid and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the difference of opinion is there is no end objective. You know when you're with a man that everything he does is with one destination in idea, to get to the piece of tail. With a woman, there is no such agenda ; it's all about the journeying, 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 sharpness of orgasm and then stop over and over and over again. At the end of six minute, she was screaming for me to. .."Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karen was breathing fleshy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed signs of her breasts leaking. She leaned in come together and tilted Karen's face towards hers, their sassing virtually close plenty for a kiss, making intense eye contact."Are you okay ?"

"You know, I told Saint John about. .. you know. .. about. .. well, I told him about the picture and everything. We aren't prude by any means, we experiment like any other duad, watch erotica, whatever we can to keep our sex life from being boring. It's just that you do get in a rut after you've been married a while, the same matter no matter how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex 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 sure you know. The last thing I want to do is lead you on and I don't want to miss our friendly relationship but I would be lying if I didn't Tell you that I've been thinking about what it would be like."Karen was blushing and hinder but familiar enough with her friend to spread up honestly.

Spencer Tracy reached out and held her acquaintance's 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 sing about sex with me and go dwelling house and fuck your married man like weirdo, that is just o.k. with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the sexual tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karen gathered her matter and bolted out there like lightning. Over the side by side few calendar month, their relationship took on a new dynamical. 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 champion, friends she's known since high school, to come spend prison term Tracy. She loved the feeling of exemption she got the very minute she walked through the door, the ability to recount the truth that she didn't have with her early friends. She loved the intimate tensity and she had begun being more discriminate about the things she shared with her married man, not wanting him to know exactly how turned on she was getting share-out time with another woman. Karenic knew that for all Tracy's unity, she would never cross the stock, so she felt nothing about teasing her champion, making not so elusive trace and then running out the door to the safety of her husband and hook up with life.

One Night, a little after one in the morning time, Karenic, audibly upset, called Spencer Tracy and said,"Sorry to wake you, but John and I had a really bad fight, do you beware if I crash at your property ? 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 amount there to be honest."Tracy extended an pass for her friend to detain with her and said she would leave a key under the mat and the guest room ready for her whenever she got there. Karen was already on her way.

Within a half time of day, she was in Tracy's driveway and the key was under the mat as promised. She quietly let herself in and peeked in the guest way with towels on the end of the bed and a cunning piddling gift hoop of toiletries on the dresser. Tentatively, she walked past the guest room to Tracy's master chamber. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she had to encounter out what it was like in real life sentence. She was desperate to know what it was like to pull in making love to another charwoman. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat pile as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the blanket and crawled in bed, snuggling her body against the passion of her friend's brownness torso.

Tracy awoke immediately, still groggy but very for certain that there was a au naturel trunk next to hers."Karen, what are you doing ? Don't do this. Please."

Tracy's Book were silenced with a kiss. Karen placed her lips against Tracy's and they shared an intimate, pinnace kiss, like only two women can contribution. Again, Spencer Tracy protested."Karenic, I'm not strong enough to defy this kind of pressure. What about John ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't make me go. shuffling love to me. nooky me. Do whatever you want to me but don't make me go."The words choked up in her throat as the weeping came. She couldn't leave, she wouldn't leave. This wasn't just about some random roll in the hay with a unknown to get off. This wasn't a inexpensive kick. This was a cleaning lady she loved as a friend, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to live the thing that she had tried to traverse for calendar 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 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 finger like to have a woman's backtalk on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how different it would experience.

She didn't have clip to think too much about the forking of her actions. Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karenic. Their legs intertwined. Karenic reached up and pulled the t-shirt from Tracy's sleepy frame and tossed it to the floor. She felt aphrodisiac and wanted in the present moment.

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

Feeling more positive than she'd felt in a very longsighted time, she reached up and placed her mouth on Tracy's. Their mouth gently parted and their natural language found each other's. electrical energy shot through Karenic's body. Almost immediately, her pussy began to pulse and pulse, getting stiff than she'd remembered in a very long time. A strait escaped her lips, one of joy and stimulation. Tracy kissed her back and their buss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily sensual. Tracy kissed her way down Karen's neck, tasting her skin, pressing her lip to the erotic hot place 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 woman but in her wildest imagination she had never thought that it would palpate so excruciatingly erotic. By the time Tracy's mouth got to her collar osseous tissue, sounds were escaping her backtalk that sounded strange to her own ears.

In the wickedness of her bedroom, in the middle of the dark, Tracy put aside all her distrust about engaging in an occasion with a hook up with person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a sultry woman, a necessitous cleaning lady who deserved to be made dear 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 months. She took her clock time and prepared to pleasure and make Karen until she begged her to finish.

If she had been given the opportunity to prepare, she would have had various toys and things like honey, ice cubes, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl motion-picture show quick. With naught but her hired man and back talk, she set to operate. Unsure of how to manage the lactation thing, she decided to proceed slowly and let Karen decide how and where she should go. With that decision, she decided to lap everywhere but her nipple. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karen's clavicle to her belly button and back again, not missing a spot in between.

Every nerve ending in Karen's body felt alert with excitement. She was strain and brace and nervous all at the Lapp time. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she gripped the sheet of paper tightly and held on for dear lifetime. Spencer Tracy took Karen's paw and placed them on her hips. Even in the darkness of night, she could see the contrast in skin tone, find the softness of a woman's flesh. Her hands began to roam, gently caressing Tracy's curve ball. Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so nice. Don't stop. Oh, yeah, experience my tits."Karen froze momentarily and then took a bass breathing place and did just that. The weight, the fullness, the tactual sensation of those hard, sinister nipples in her manus was sensory overburden. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her want those nipples in her mouth. Without saying a word, Tracy knew and lowered her tits to her waiting mouth.

Karen took to making love to a charwoman like a duck takes to body of 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 people meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a charwoman. Spencer Tracy was moaning, rubbing her pussy against Karenic's thigh. It was slippery and hot and distracting."Oh, Tracy, this is driving me crazy. Fuck me."

Tracy responded with a smile. She turned Karen over and proceeded to buss her way down her back, her thighs, all over her ass, her lingua leaving a wet trail down her acantha. Karen had had enough of the tease and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her hip and pulled her to her knees, causing Karen to gasp for air. She gently parted the sonant, garden pink plication of form that enveloped all that made Karen a adult female and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her digit and gently caressed Karenic's clit. In that instant Karen was 100 % trusted John had never touched her so softly, never found her slur so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a raspberry. Her ventilation was unawares, raspy. The superstar didn't go long as Spencer Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet kitty-cat. The next sensation she felt was that of hot breathing space on her inside second joint, her ass, her pussy. It was as if Tracy was making dear 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. .. puzzle out me. .. make love me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her legs, Karenic started to rub her own pussy but Tracy moved her manus away. She replaced her fingertip with her tongue and began to lick softly. Karen's words now were incoherent, she was speaking the speech communication of sovereign go. From her clit to her bastard and back again, Tracy tasted every inch of Karen's wet slit. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right stain. And just when Karen didn't think she could rent any more teasing, Tracy took her finger 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 Tracy had other plans. Flipping her over, holding her stage back, Tracy started licking her again. This time her focal point 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 arrive at her special minute, Spencer Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karenic's body and kissed her again, letting her taste her own juices. Karen sucked her clapper feverishly. She felt out of mastery. She was caressing Tracy's body now, begging for release. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the fears and apprehensions she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling honorable, naught more, zero LE. She held up her knocker to her booster."Here, suck them."It was a symbolic motion, symbolizing a secretiveness and a bond that the two friends shared. It was representative of giving her sex to a woman in a way that most would never share.

Tracy needed no promote encouragement and lowered her mouth to the hardened nipples. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her delight, it was about the closeness, connection, and passion between the two friends. As her back talk filled with the sweet, warm liquidness, she heard Karen's gentle moans. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her friend humped her thigh against her mound. She slid her fingers inside Karen again, this sentence, intending to dedicate her an earth-shattering orgasm. At this distributor point, Karen was so wet, the full room was filled with the phone of her being finger fucked.

Both womanhood were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the shoemaker's last moment, Tracy slid her body around and placed her kitty-cat against Karen's. It was sonant and wet and unlike anything Karen had ever felt before. They fucked each early. They rubbed their clits against one another, pink against garden pink, holding on to each early for dear life-time until they both felt the waving of impending pleasure catch them.

Karenic slid out of bed in the early morning hours. She needed to get nursing home to the kids before they started moving around. She softly kissed Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would call her later that good afternoon. Tracy's heart dropped. She felt terrible about breaking her own pattern. Karen comforted her as best she could under the luck, 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 look the aftermath, come what may.

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