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This vignette was written for HandofBlades as part of my themed Patreon request day for August. This month's themed was "Alone Time" and the story contains M/Solo and F/Solo masturbation involving a pair of consenting adults.

Apart, But Never Alone

Sometimes even the most loving couples needed some alone time. Truth be told, at least in Marielle and Kevin's experiences, couples who stuck together one hundred percent of the time were either intolerable with how in your face they were about their constant togetherness, or they were suffering from a severe lack of trust and communication which made it feel necessary that they spent all their time together to watch over, look after, protect one another, or worse yet keep each other 'in line'.

That being said, even when Kevin and Marielle were off doing their own things, the vixen having headed out early that morning so she could drive out to the countryside and go hiking while Kevin had headed into the city to catch a movie before spending a good three hours walking around the city with Pokemon Go open, they still thought about each other. They still missed each other even though they were glad to have this time to engage in their own interests. And, given how early Marielle had left in order to start off on her hike well before noon, there was one particular thing that both foxes had missed out on that morning.

Kevin was just settling down into a comfortable chair within a quiet coffee shop when his phone buzzed, and he drew it out of his pocket instinctively expecting to see a pokemon on the Pokemon Go overworld map given the last few hours of community day fun he'd had. Instead though he saw a Snapchat notification from his wife, and tapped it open without a thought. It was a good thing he hadn't yet taken a sip of his coffee, for if he had he probably would have choked at what he saw on screen. His eyes widened, his sheath immediately began to swell, and the fox shifted in his chair to conceal the screen of his phone from as many angles of observation as possible as he helplessly stared at the close up shot of his wife's pussy, outer lips spread open by two fingers and the inner workings glistening either in the light from the flash of her camera, or direct sunlight judging by its brilliance.

The fox knew what his wife would want in response, and stared in dismay at his full coffee and the raspberry white chocolate muffin sitting beside it. He looked around, saw an older woman sitting a few tables away sipping on a pot of tea and reading a book, and before his cock could swell to the extent that he would have trouble doing so he rose from his seat and padded over to her.

"Excuse me? Sorry to bother you, but, would you mind just keeping an eye on my food and my coffee. I just need to pop to the bathroom and I don't want the staff to clean it up."

He smiled his most hopeful, winning smile, and beamed in relief and sincere gratitude as the woman nodded and agreed to guard it for him. A moment later the fox was racing around the corner to where he'd seen the coffee shop restrooms, and tugging down his trousers and boxer shorts before turning the selfie camera of his phone upon his swelling sheath and the pink point emerging from it. He snapped one photo, looked at it, deleted it, then took another after shifting his posture to better make use of the bathroom's limited light. That one he was more happy with, and sent it immediately back to his wife.

Barely thirty seconds passed before his phone buzzed in his hand, and Kevin groaned as he saw an image of his wife sprawled out on a large, flat rock with her trousers and panties bunched up around her thighs and her t-shirt pulled up with the hand not taking the explicit selfie to expose all of her toned, athletic body as far up as her sport bra. He looked around, grinned, and moments later was taking a mirrored image of his own, trousers and underwear around his thighs, jacket open and t-shirt lifted up to his nipples with the beautiful view of a rather old though thankfully clean toilet in the background. His cock was almost fully hard by the time he sent the image, and though he did realise that it was going to take longer than a few minutes before he returned to reclaim his coffee and cake, Kevin hoped the woman looking after them would understand that what he had to do here was much more important than some post-pokemon refuelling.

Another image followed soon after, and Kevin's free hand began to actively stroke his cock at last as he saw his wife bent over the side of that same flat rock, bare ass sticking out with her tail raised, the digits of her free hand spreading her lips once again from this new angle. Hurriedly he snapped an image of his hand wrapped around his cock, trying to capture the motion of it without making the image too blurry, and after a few attempts settled for one where his hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing it and applying downward pressure to his developing knot while a few droplets of glistening pre began to dribble from his tip.

From that point, the images came in a cascade of back and forth lewdness as the two of them upped the ante, egged on by the other's varying degrees of public masturbation. Kevin shuddered and moaned as he saw three of Marielle's fingers buried inside her to the knuckles, and sent her a side on view of his cock twitching and throbbing freely in mid-air in return. He received three glistening fingers framed against the beautiful vista of the vixen's hike next, and pumped his cock hard enough, squeezing at his knot to coax forth enough cum to spider-web between his middle and index fingers, the cock itself in the background of the same image.

After that, there was a gap of about three minutes during which time Kevin pushed himself to the edge, blushing, huffing and grinning as he wondered if Marielle had run out of batteries or had to abruptly stop in order to avoid being caught. Eventually though his patience was rewarded, the fox still edging himself with trembling, panting grunts and a great deal of effort when he saw not a photo, but a video snap appear on his screen. His eyes widened, and he fumbled feverishly with his phone to lower the volume as immediately the wet slurping of fingers plunging in and out of a pussy accompanied by his wife's strained, guttural moans rang out through the coffee shop bathroom.

"Holy shit..."

He gasped as he watched his wife's digits rocket at breakneck speed in and out of her pussy, only to pull out with an almighty shriek as she began to cum, a jet of liquid splashing just past where she was holding the phone aloft. A moment later, Kevin was cumming too. The fox watched as Marielle returned her fingers to her pussy and fucked herself through her climax with hard, sharp strokes that perfectly mirrored how Kevin knew she loved to be fucked before a knotting. He pumped his cock as ribbon after ribbon of cum painted the tiled floor of the thankfully single person restroom, and was still teasing the last few dribbled of cum from his twitching, throbbing cock, still panting and whining in ecstasy as Marielle pulled her soaking fingers from her dripping pussy, lifted the phone up to her flushed, grinning face, and stuck her tongue out playfully just as the video ended.

Taking one last snap of his still occasionally twitching cock with his streaks of cum visible across the dark tile floor in the background, Kevin sent that image off to Marielle before starting to clean up, then to stuff his softening cock back into his underwear and try and render himself somewhat presentable despite his flushed and still rather breathless state.

When he emerged from the bathroom and rounded the corner, he couldn't help but notice the almost concerned look that the older woman gave him. He smiled at her with a grateful nod, and patted his stomach. She smiled sympathetically, but to his relief immediately went back to her book without a second thought.

Kevin slumped down in his chair, and leaned forward to take a sip of his latte. Lukewarm, but still rich and sweet with vanilla syrup. He murmured in contentment, broke off a piece of muffin, and as he swallowed it with relish the fox pulled out his phone once more and began to send a more conventional text message to his wife. Mid way through though, he paused, and deleted the message with a soft chuckle.

She knew what he was about to say. Of course she did. He told her, and showed her that he loved her every day. But right now, despite their brief dalliance, they were doing their own thing, and she didn't need him interrupting her enjoyment of the great outdoors by making her feel like she was obligated to respond to and inevitably start up a conversation via text.

Tonight, when they both got home, then he could tell her he loved her. Then he could take her in his arms and show her that same love that they had shared via multimedia just now. But, for now there was hiking to be done and nature to admire. And for now there was coffee to be drunk, muffin to be eaten, and a really, really comfy chair to just sit back and relax in. For now they were each back to taking some time for themselves, and that was more than just fine. For them, it was absolutely perfect.

By Jeeves

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