"Jane's Cafe is closed," a woman in an apron turned the sign on the door. Jane was working alone. Her co-worker's child was sick and for three days she had been running between the tables, bringing orders and taking payments. Michael, her cook, had left an hour ago. Now she closed the front door and bent over the bills and the ledger. The coffee was not helping and she was nodding off tiredly.
"Don't give up," Jane told herself, poured herself another cup of coffee and headed for the restroom.
The cold water refreshed her face. The sounds of running water reminded her of the need to go pee. She took off her apron, unbuttoned her robe, pulled down her panties and sat down. The liquid flowed out pleasantly. She looked at her panties, leaned over and inhaled their smell.
"This is no good, Jane," she winced and took them off completely. "What, that pair, were too hot for you?"
Just before closing time she had a funny couple, she remembered them and closed her eyes. The woman was touching her boyfriend with her bare foot under the table. His erect cock under his shorts couldn't fall out of his pants, and it was terribly annoying...
Jane's head fell on her chest, she jerked and opened her eyes.
"Damn, you almost fell asleep!" she yelled at herself. "Yes, of course, on the toilet. Bravo Jane!"
One listened and looked around. Silence. Her hand was clutching her stinking panties and she sniffed them again. She quickly dried herself, buttoned her robe and went out into the hall. There was no one. She sighed heavily and looked at her watch.
"I have half an hour before Robert arrives," she headed to her office. Thoughts about that couple did not go away. She took out a blanket, undressed, threw her things on the chair and lay down on the couch. She fell asleep instantly.
A tired, heavy sleep did not give her peace. She dreamed that she had run out of pies and buns, and then also fish. Then she carried the order to the client and could not find it. Then she looked for something on the floor, looked under each table and saw only sagging naked members. In the restroom she met a naked woman who was washing her feet in the sink. She was tossing and turning and muttering something in her sleep.
A car with the sign "RCleaner" drove up to the parking lot. Robert got out of it - not young, but quite energetic, a large man with gray hair. He took the inventory from the van and went to the entrance. He opened the door with his key and entered the empty hall.
Jane's books and papers were lying on the table in the corner. Robert put down his inventory and headed toward her office. The soft light of a desk lamp was shining through the half-open door. He looked inside. Jane was sleeping restlessly on the couch. The blanket was a little crooked, but it almost completely covered her "important" places. A bare left leg didn't count. Robert paused for a second and went out. He took hold of the handle and wanted to close the door, but didn't. He looked at her foot again. The neat row of her well-groomed toes, the French manicure and the little heels - everything was just the way he liked it. He stood for a second and went out.
Robert started with the toilet. Fifteen minutes later, the toilet was shining. He loved his job and did it well. Thoughts about Jane's bare foot bothered him. It wasn't the first time he saw her bare feet and feet were not his fetish, but this piquant situation created a heaviness in the lower abdomen.
The cafe hall is next in line for cleaning.
"I'll take them to the office," Robert decided and carefully gathered Jane's documents into a pile.
Approaching the office door, he froze and listened - Jane was quietly snoring in her sleep. He entered the office. Jane was lying on her side with her back to the exit and clutching a blanket between her legs. Jane's bare ass was amazing.
"How old is she?" Robert thought. "45, maybe 40."
