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"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all. I know how stiff you can get, sitting in one of those chairs all day."

Working in the same office for so long, Gavin and Trish were very familiar with the pratfalls of cubicle life. Sitting in the same pose all day could leave a body terribly stiff, and though they had the weekend to look forward to, Trish didn't want to spend it with an ice pack on her lower back.

It was already off to a better start, as she made herself comfortable in the cool, soothing blades of grass that decorated her backyard.

"You'll have to let me return the favor one of these times," Trish offered. "I can't promise to be as skilled as you are, but hopefully you wouldn't mind me giving your techniques a try?"

Gavin smiled at that. "You'd be more than welcome to," he agreed, simply glad to have the affectionate contact. "Honestly, a lot of it is just knowing where to rub, and how hard..."

His technique wouldn't be perfect that evening; the fact that he could focus at all when her body was completely stripped of clothing was impressive enough, but her tail was lifted to make sure that he could savor the curves of her rump and the subtle spread of her folds as she rested before him.

Boxers were already struggling to contain what he had to offer her, but Gavin did his best to stay focused on the task at hand, genuinely wanting to relieve her stress before he worried about anything else.

"Give me an example?" she asked, offering him a wink before he started.

"Well, you're carrying a lot of your stress right here," he paused, resting an open palm near the middle of her back. As his claws raked through her fur, she could already feel the stress moving lower on her spine, as if he were able to shift the tension around. "But by pressing and relaxing the muscles, we can work that tension through your lower back and out of your body."

Hearing the explanation was soothing, as well: Gavin had a way with words, since he was finally getting over the timid nature that made him so hesitant to do this kind of thing in the first place.

Those memories warmed her heart, but it was the way that Gavin so expertly worked his digits along her along her lower back that soothed her body in the moment.

"And I j-just relax, right?" she asked, trying to keep from tensing up. There was a natural resistance to his touch as her sore, overworked body responded, but the further down he worked the stress, the less she felt like she was holding anything in...or that she'd be able to. "And let whatever happens, happen?"

Gavin nodded behind her as he leaned further over her lower back. "That's right," he confirmed. "Just let go of all of your cares and frustrations...don't let anything keep you from relaxing like you deserve to."

He was doing his best to lead by example, and as the tip of his member poked through the front flap of his boxers, he started with something that he never would have done at the start of their relationship.

"Gavin, is...is that massage oil? Where were you hiding that?"

He snickered. "I guess you could call it that, but I figured you would prefer this, honestly..."

The natural warmth of his liquid release fooled Trish, at first. When she noticed how runny the liquid was, however, she giggled and looked back over her shoulder at him, wondering just how seriously he was taking the massage.

He kept his professionalism up as he tended to her tired, aching muscles, but he couldn't help letting a liquid blessing ease from the tip of his cock as he leaned into her form. "You had the whole yard to pee in, and you just had to get it on me...so naughty of you, Gavin!"

"That doesn't sound like much of a complaint to me," he countered. His own body was truly relaxed as he neared the base of her tail, and finally, the illusion of the massage was broken as his paws came to rest on the top of her rump. "In fact, the tone of your voice says you want me to keep going."

"Duh," she replied. Giggling into her forearms as she stayed cozy in the grass, she rested her cheek against her elbow and held still as Gavin gripped and squeezed at her backside, all while spilling the last of his golden juices upon her lower back. "Though, I think you might have relaxed me a little too much."

He didn't get a chance to ask what she meant before he noticed a small trickle of her own urine in the grass, right between the spread of his knees. Her own stream came in a delicate dribble, leaving her petals soaked from the very start of the lustful act.

Deciding whether he would focus on playing with her ass, or watching the trickle of her juices spill forth was a harder decision than any he had to make in the office, that day.

"If you're only doing that because of the massage-

" Mostly ," she corrected him.

"Then I'll take that as a compliment. You've gotta be pretty relaxed to do that," Gavin pointed out.

The tip of her tail flickered along the underside of his muzzle as she looked back to him once more, shocked that he was able to exercise such restraint when she was teasing him so overtly. "Or pretty turned on," she claimed. "Not that I needed a massage from my favorite fox to be horny, but I'm not gonna complain about it, either."

"I'd sure hope not," Gavin joked with her as he cupped either side of her rump and squeezed tight, allowing for a wide, playful spread of both of her holes. "Especially after I decided to start my weekend by serving you like this!"

Trish rolled her eyes. "You say that like you aren't loving every minute of this, Gavin."

"Of course I am," he admitted. "I just hope you're grateful that I'm doing something nice for you."

She knew that he was playing with her, and in kind, she stuck her tongue out at him, complete with a trickle of drool at the sight of his slowly hardening cock. Just the sight of her golden offering was enough to bring that excitement out of him, and as she neared the end of her own release, she arched her back a little bit, pushing his paws up.

The subtle wiggle of her hips was unnecessary, at that point...but she couldn't help herself.

"Wanna do one more nice thing for me?" she asked, giving a more aggressive shake of her ass.

Those words weren't needed either, but Gavin answered them with a grin and a shift of his knees as he moved closer to the silver vixen. She felt the delicious warmth of his vulpine tip against her womanhood as he came in close, leaning into the moisture of his own mess.

"You don't have to stop at one," he murmured. "I'm all ears, if you've got ideas..."

"Lots of them," she confessed, "But right now, there's just one more thing I'd like to try."

Even though he wasn't fully erect, she continued backing herself up to his slowly emerging cock, watching it with voracious eyes as it grew from the sheath. "Name it, darling."

"Let me feel it," she gasped, easing her silky, parted folds around the head. "Let me...f-feel it growing inside..."

There was only a couple of inches of flesh connecting them, but Trish was after a sensation that was harder to feel than most. Usually, she worked her fox up in such a hurry that he was already throbbing from the tip to the base when she eased herself onto his impressive length, but this time, the slow build of the massage meant that she could feel something that she truly adored.

Without moving any closer, Gavin leaned over her body, angling into the smooth, full curve of her rump. His paws hooked around the inside of her thighs as he stayed mounted, but at her request, he held still and waited as the generous inches of his cock grew into her passage, filling her with a softer, easier warmth than his full erection gave.

It was different in a truly wonderful way, and much to her delight, there was a sense of intimacy that came along with it, as if the act of being closer to her lover was more important than the numerous thrusts that were sure to follow.

"Is t-this what you were after?" Gavin asked. He stifled a gasp as he leaned into her ear, nibbling delicately at the base.

Trish tilted her head back for him and draped her tail around the side of his hip, giving him the clearance he needed to finally start moving. "That was perfect, dear...t-thank you," she whispered, letting out a quiet, breathless moan as his hips shifted away from her.

She expected to feel the frustrations of the week taken out on her body as Gavin pushed back in, but rather than slamming into her with suppressed emotions, he moved back in with a slow, easy thrust, allowing her inner walls to know every inch of his member in a slow and tender pass. "It was...different," he admitted, struggling to find the right word. "But I loved every second of it."

There was just a hint of shyness in his hurried confession, and Trish smiled inwardly to know that he was still the same fox that she'd fallen for, even if he'd come out of his shell a little bit.

She'd keep encouraging him out of that shell at a nice, easy pace, but by that point in time, there wasn't much further for him to go. He'd moved from being shocked about the fact that he was being shared by Trish and Kyra to being excited by it, and though the latter wasn't around that evening, he was more than happy to have some wet, messy fun with the former while they waited for her to get home.

Paws that once trembled just from being near her body moved over Trish with excellent confidence, knowing just where to touch her to keep any stress from creeping back into her form. Each stroke of a digit was tailored to a certain part of her, down to the gentle, but plentiful pressure that he suddenly applied to the very lowest point on her stomach.

He knew she'd held back a little bit of her mess from him before, and with a soft grin, he looked down at her and watched as she tried to keep it in.

"And just w-what do you think you're up to?" Trish tried to ask, but words were becoming a struggle as every pass of his hips brought a fresh, building wave of pleasure to her body.

The effort was getting to Gavin, as well, but he held control over the moment as the tip of his length brushed against her most tender spots, tickling her inner muscles and leaving her to tremble with a terrible strain as she held those final drops back from him.

"You know exactly what I'm doing," Gavin suggested. "I'm just not sure why you're holding back..."

Extra, plentiful warmth did just manage to seep out around the base of his shaft as Gavin worked the final drops of her acrid blessing out of her body. "J...Just wanted to make y-you work for it," Trish finally admitted. She looked back at him one more time with vicious, desperate eyes and a panting breath, hoping that her honesty would be rewarded.

The weight of his knot and the heated, heavy flood of his cum inside of her was just the kind of reward she was looking for; she couldn't think of a more pleasant way to start their weekend together.