Mamagen 'N Goods Cafe

Johannesburg, South Africa, 9:22AM...

The sun was beating down, you're on a walk, and you just so happen to have an appetite. So, walking further down the road, something around the corner of a building catches your nose, and you nearly skid to a halt to pinpoint the smell and follow it. As you round the corner, you saw a modest sized building on the other side of the road, 'Mamagen 'N Goods Cafe', and you feel yourself begin to walk before you could second guess yourself. You step into the cafe, immediately ingulfed by the warm, cozy atmosphere and the smell of baked goods, coffee, and savory foods. You walk around, browsing the sweet treats in the display window, before eventually finding yourself a table, sitting down at it just as your stomach let out a low, hungry grumble. You wait patiently, drumming your fingers on the table whilst browsing the menu. "Welcome to Mamagen 'N Goods Cafe! What may I get started for you, hm?" You nearly jump at the voice, turning your head to look at your waitress...a smiling, curvy, towering Mamagen, her tail swaying slowly behind her as she held up her notepad and pen, ready for your order. You cleared your throat, shaking away the surprise before making your order; French Toast with powdered sugar on top, and a cup of coffee, just something light for now. She writes it down, smiling warmly. "Alrighty, I'll have that out for you in about 8 minutes."

She says before walking off. You nodded at her retreating form, before turning your attention back to your table. You shift in the chair, wiggling it around to test it; it's sturdy. The mahogany wood table smelling of pine gel, and shining like it was brand spanking new. 12 minutes of you just looking around, drumming your fingers, and tapping your foot on the floor go by. "Sorry, there was a bit of an accident in the kitchen. I do apologize for the long wait." She spoke, sounding genuinely apologetic about having made you wait, even if it was just 4 minutes. However, when she set the plate down, you noticed how your French Toast had practically a single shake of powdered sugar on it, barely anything really, which you complained about. She still held a smile as she took your plate, apologizing once again before walking off. "'Not enough powdered sugar'." She mocked you quietly under her breath in the kitchen when she was out of sight from you. "My fucking ass..." She grumbled, and as she did, she felt a lightbulb zap to life in her head. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she undid the button of her jeans, pulling them down to her thick thighs, then pulling forward her panties, staring down at her moist, sweat glistened, musky sex.

Without giving it a second thought, she dropped the first slice of your French Toast in to her panties, pressing it against her sex with a soft grunt, shivering at the warmth of the French Toast on her sex. Then, she pulled the back of her panties, where it was stained and dark with sweat, before dropping the second slice in there, making sure it really pressed into the soft, sweaty, musky flesh of her doughy rear. "You know what they say, never bite the hand that feeds you...or else you might have your food specially enhanced." She said to herself as she let her panties snap back against her plump rear, pulling her jeans back up and beginning to walk around, doing other things, whilst your French Toast slices marinade in her sweaty, musky odor. After around 10 minutes, she finally makes her way back to the plating station, carefully pulling the first slice of French Toast out from between her thighs, giggling softly at the sticky, slimy strand of arousal that clung to it before tearing. Then, she reached back and took the other slice out from against her sweaty, musky butt, unable to help but curiously bring it up to her nose for a whiff, a soft 'whew!' escaping her at the stench that clung to it. She had to spritz a small amount of vanilla essence over the slices to mask the smell, before finally dusting powdered sugar on it. "Aaand...done! Hope the customer enjoys." She cooed to herself, picking up the plate and bringing it over to your table. "Sorry for the wait, I was making sure to do it perfectly this time, new French Toast, everything. Hope you enjoy!"