Fine Dining
Snap receives an after hours visit at his diner, but what his visitor desires isn't strictly on the menu. ^^
This story was written for Burgabandit as part of my patreon request days for December. It contains sexual acts between a male and a herm, both consenting adults. :3
Fine Dining
As Snap was wiping down the diner's counter, he heard a knock on the glass of the door. He sighed, and called out over his shoulder.
"Sorry, we're closed for the night."
A few seconds passed, but just as the burly donkey was beginning to wipe the cloth over the freshly disinfected counter-top, the knocking at the door resumed.
"I'm really sorry, but I can't serve you. All my equipment is turned off, and my insurance won't cover me if I let you in and anything happened."
He hated having to do this. To turn away what might be someone homeless and just wanting a cup of coffee, to use the restroom or just a place to keep warm for ten or twenty minutes. The insurance really wouldn't cover him if he opened the door for anyone after closing time though, and Snap's diner was his livelihood. He couldn't put it at risk, no matter how much his conscience ached at him to do so.
A third set of knocks rang out on the window, and with a fresh sigh the donkey turned and...
"Oh. Oh, shit!"
Standing on the far side of the door, in the pouring rain, was Annabelle. Snap ran to the door as fast as his sturdy legs could carry him, unlocked it with the keys hanging from his belt, and pulled it open. Outside, muffled by the thick glass of the door and the windows, the rain was drumming violently against the pavement and the road beyond it. And inside, as she stepped in through the doorway and past Snap without a word, Annabelle squelched loudly, wetly over the linoleum and towards the counter.
"Oh my god Annabelle I'm so sorry, I didn't realise it was you! I should have looked, I should have known, I should have..."
Snap's voice trailed off as Annabelle reached the counter, hopped up onto one of the swivel-based seats before it, and began to take off her soaking wet coat. She dropped it to the floor in a damp heap, and in doing so revealed what lay beneath. A tight lycra running top, some equally tight shorts, and absolutely nothing else. She turned, and only now with her coat cast aside and its hood therefore absent was the donkey able to see the tigress' face. Her grinning, bright eyed and soaking wet face.
"It's okay, baby. What? You think I walked all the way here in the rain to see you? I was at the gym. Thought I'd swing by on the way home, see if you could give me a lift the rest of the way."
Snap was on the move as the tigress spoke, racing around behind the counter and grabbing at not one but several clean dish-cloths that lay in a drawer on his side of the counter. He pulled them out, unfolded one and ran back around to where Annabelle was at rest. Without even asking he began to pat her sodden fur dry, blushing as she giggled and tried to push him aside gently.
"Hey, did you hear me? I'm fine. A little water never hurt anyone. If you're that worried, you can join me for a nice hot shower when we get back to your place."
The donkey's face flushed, and he handed the cloth to Annabelle as she held out a hand expectantly. She smiled, and began to dry off her own hair, normally lush but now straggling and matted to her head. Shaking his head, the butch donkey couldn't help but stare at Annabelle's powerful body in her gym attire. At her breasts, held back by the lycra but still huge and impressively perky, and at her crotch, an undeniable bulge in the front of her tightly fitted attire revealing that there was more to Annabelle than first met the eye.
"T-that sounds good. But... you really should dry off properly here. I still have a little tidying to do, and I'm afraid I can't leave until it's done."
Annabelle nodded in understanding, and after tossing the now wet dish-cloth aside she grabbed another one from the small pile that Snap had provided. She patted down her face, her neck, her shoulders until they were less matted and more fluffy, scooting the straps of her lycra top aside one by one, before finally frowning and staring down at her chest.
"This isn't gonna work."
She murmured, and just as Snap was beginning to get back to work, she began to take off her top.
"Uhh, windows! Windows, Annabelle!"
Snap murmured as he stared at the tigress' bountiful breasts, blushing and squirming as she giggled and looked around, spinning on her chair to show her breasts off to anyone who might have been looking through the windows. Immediately the donkey felt rather silly. It was still pouring with rain outside, and in the darkness of the night there wasn't a single person walking the streets anywhere nearby. Indeed for the last few hours of his shift Snap had found the streets pretty dead, only a few regulars who worked nearby coming in for their usual dinner or coffees. His anxiety faded as he watched Annabelle dry off her chest as the lycra top dripped onto the floor on another stool nearby, and he forced himself to look away and get back to work once again as the more his anxiety faded, the more arousal threatened to replace it.
A few minutes later, with the top half of her body now mostly dry, Annabelle scooted off the stool on which she had been seated and dropped her shorts to the ground. She bent over in a way that perfectly framed her plump ass and the warm, flushed lips of her pussy to Snap, a little glistening pink with what seemed to be a very different kind of wetness just visible as she spread her legs wider and began to pat her thighs dry with yet another cloth.
"I'm soaked..."
She murmured idly, though the giggle that followed after Snap's lustful groan made him wonder how casual, how unintentional a comment that might actually have been.
By the time Annabelle was fully dried off, even considering the lack of progress he'd made during the times when the temptation to watch the tigress grew too much for the donkey to take, Snap was almost done. He had the counter spotless now, and the floor was perfectly clean, even the footprints where Annabelle had left a damp trail to her seat from the door now mopped clean. All that remained was to double check the office to ensure the safe was locked up, and then... then they could leave. They could go to his car, drive home, and... Snap shuddered and fought back a groan of lust. Prior to Annabelle's arrival he had pictured himself going home, grabbing something to eat and probably falling asleep in front of the TV. Now though, sleep seemed like it was still going to be a long way off.
"Just gonna go check the office and grab my coat. Okay?"
Snap smiled warmly at the beautiful, bare bodied and freshly dried, fluffy tigress. She nodded, but glanced towards the windows ruefully as the rain continued to pour down outside. Snap paused, and frowned.
"Unless, do you want me to check the weather? If the rain's meant to ease off a little, we could just hang out here. Maybe in the office, where it's less... y'know, exposed?"
Annabelle seemed to beam at that idea, though as she turned her head towards Snap she regarded him with a curious smirk.
"I'd hate to get soaked through again, and the idea of putting those soaking clothes back on..."
She shuddered as she stared down at the sodden lycra and her equally soaking wet coat.
"But, don't worry about the office. I'm perfectly comfortable right here. I actually kinda like it... hanging out where you work. Being here with the big boss man himself."
Snap blushed, the tigress giggled.
"You like me hanging out here too, hmm? Or, is it just because I'm naked?"
The big cat jiggled her breasts playfully in Snap's direction, and though the sight made his cock twitch in his trousers, those and the front of the apron he was wearing over them both already tented visibly, the donkey shook his head.
"No. No, not... n-not just because you're naked."
Annabelle laughed warmly, rising up from her chair and much to Snap's dismay and wonder all at once scrambling up onto the counter. The first thought that ran through the donkey's head was that he would have to disinfect it again in order to comply with food hygiene regulations. The second was that he was an idiot for thinking that first thing, and he simply enjoyed the view as Annabelle leaned back on her elbows, spread her legs, and showed off not only her own erect cock but also the dripping wet pussy hidden away beneath it, tucked under a pair of swollen, heavy balls.
"Tell me, Snap, have you had a lover visit you here before?"
Snap swallowed thickly.
"Kate h-has... come by to say hi. She's had breakfast here a couple of times."
The tigress grinned.
"And did she ever stay for dessert?"
Snap groaned, licking his lips as almost without thinking he found himself pulling off his apron and beginning to unbutton the white shirt beneath it. He shook his head.
"No. Only what's on the menu. Never... n-never this."
Annabelle tutted playfully, moaning as she watched the buff, barrel-chested donkey begin to strip down before her, getting ever closer as he walked alongside the counter upon which she was lying.
"I hope you'll remedy that soon. After all, I know from experience that we both love fine dining."
She moaned as Snap scrambled up on the counter to join her, now every bit as naked as the herm tigress herself. She gasped as his hand encircled her erect cock, and as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him down against her, coaxing him inside of her with a grunt and a whimper from them both.
"A-aah... oh. Oh yes, Snap. And this... there's no finer place to dine in the whole city, t-than here. With you. Just like... aahh... just like this."
No matter how intensely Snap began to pleasure her though, it wasn't long before she was the one on top. Before she was the one stroking her own cock while she bounced up and down upon the donkey's thick cock, grunting, growling, licking her lips as Snap stared up at her, eyes wide with pleasure and reverent worship.
"Oh god, Snap. I really do need to visit you here more often. Me and Kate both. Because... ahhh... aahhhhyes! Because... when we do, w-whenever we visit you, whenever we get to spend time with you, Snap... whether you're in the kitchen or front of h-house like this... you... ohhhh... you always know just how to satisfy. Oh, baby. Oh god. Snap, I... I'm gonna... you always know just how to fill us up. To fill us up so completely, s-so good... so fucking good... t-that it feels like we're... ahh, like we're about to... oh! Oh fuck, Snap! Like we're about to explode. I... I'm... yes! Ohhh god, baby. I'm... yes!"
By Jeeves
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