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Promise To Be Tender: Part Eleven

My Time With a Friend and Her Lover

By LP SteinbeckPublished 7 years ago 3 min read
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As we got to the door of Kris' bedroom for our last time together, Jenny and Kris both already had their shirts off to hang on the door hook, not even looking as they put them there, and wrapped their arms around each other. I stopped in the doorway, content to be a voyeur, as they seemed oblivious to me.It was so fucking sensual the way Kris touched Jenny; slow, firm, then gentle enough to make her tremble; holding her hair and pulling it back to cover her face and upper body in differently pressured kisses, and many times sucking lightly on Jenny's creamy skin.

I felt myself shake with desire...for Kris.

Kris held Jenny's hand upside down in her own, looking at it, and then gazing up the arm until she looked with love into Jenny's eyes. Her mouth went to the hand, delicately touching each fingertip with her lips, then touching the hand to her own face, then neck, collarbone, and breast, rubbing over her breast with Jenny's hand, and moaning when Jenny stroked the nipple and squeezed it. Their mouths returned to deep, sultry kissing, and hands moving over the surfaces of their bare skin.

I removed my pajamas, but only lightly ran my hand up and down the length of my ferociously hard dick, waiting.

Kris stopped, and kept her eyes on Jenny's as she touched her pubic hair, allowing a finger to slip beyond the outer lip and touch moisture, bringing the finger to her mouth and tasting it slowly, then kissing Jenny. She quietly told her to get on the bed, guiding her to move as far up the mattress as possible. She was taking her time, making each touch imprint Jenny's body into her memory, and bringing anticipation, so much anticipation.

It had never really been my style to take my time with a woman, and I had never seen any woman respond as what I had seen from both Kris and Jenny when they were together. Their lovemaking had taught me things I really wished I had known forty years earlier.Jenny had sincere adoration for Kris, and it was partly owed to the decadent nature of her touch.

While I watched, Kris toggled between Jenny's soft breasts, sucking, licking, and squeezing, pushing a rim of pressure around the outer part of the nipple. Her hand was only barely playing with her fluffy pubic hair, and the teasing made Jenny move her hips towards the hand searching for deeper gratification, begging without words for more.

I definitely could've added myself, but it was only fair for Kris to have this with our girl; a last, loving, ab-so-lute-ley fucking, amazing time; I maintained my distance.Well, about six feet, anyway.

Finally, Kris went down to the pussy that longed for her, and ran her finger along the outside, then inside, of moist, pink lips. She lowered her mouth, surrounding the lips, sucking them in a bit, and then I saw the fluttering of her cheek, and I knew her tongue was dancing wildly on and along Jenny's clit. The suction on the over-sensitized lips combined with the rapid flutter of Kris' tongue brought our girl to climax. Kris kept going.

While loving Jenny, Kris' ass stuck up and out, naked. There was room enough behind her if I were to spread her legs and be between them, so I got on the bed, pushing Kris' knees wider . I got behind her, and she moaned, either protest or approval, I didn't know.

I allowed my fingertips to seek that velvet treasure, but not too deep, because I wanted to drive Kris crazy the way she did to Jenny. I only stayed on the outermost, tenderly loving her, even dancing my hand down to her knees. That's when she bucked her hips a little, and I knew she was asking for more.

Jenny cried and moaned, experiencing numerous orgasms. Kris continued.

I pushed my hand down on Kris' lower back, moving her hips slightly in favor of my position. I had decided what I would do before we had entered the bedroom, and moved the tip of my dick between her warm, wet lips, sliding it from front to back without entering her, and drumming the tip on her clit in a manner that was clearly maddening. I stayed with this movement, and she quickly came, and came, and came. She was crying out and moaning. I wasn't going to try and fuck her, because she deserved what she had asked of me when she knew she would offer her own lover to me.

Kris deserved, and would have, my Promise To Be Tender.

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