Rachel called me. I'd only dropped her off at her place a few hours ago, so I knew she should be at work.
"I'm bored," she said.
"Aren't you at work?"
"Yes, but I'm working the phones and the counter, and it's quiet."
"And...?"
"Well, can you come over and entertain me?"
"Who else is there?"
"Rob's cooking, and Sean's out delivering. Everybody else went home."
"Can't you play with Rob?"
"I feel bad about not getting you off at the bar."
"Fine," I said, "I'll come over."
I grabbed my GoPro, just in case, and headed over to the pizza place.
When I got there, I could see her at the counter. As I went through the door, she lifted the barrier and I went through.
She was wearing a plain yellow T-shirt and jeans, and came and hugged me.
"Oh good," she said, "you brought the camera."
I looked around, and found somewhere to put the camera, so it could cover the area behind and under the counter, and started it recording. I also found a little step stool, and put it under the counter just as the bell above the door dinged. I sat down on the stool, and she stood in front of me and said "hi" to the customers.
As she took their order, I unbuttoned, then unzipped her jeans, and pulled the flaps apart. I lifted her T-shirt and kissed her just above her bikini panties. I heard her giggle a little, and I started undoing her sneakers.
Having loosened her laces, I tapped her left foot, and she lifted it, so I could take the sneaker, and her sock off. She put her foot down, and I put the sneaker and the sock out of the way. I tapped her right foot, and she lifted that so I could take off her sneaker and sock. As she put her foot back down, I put them with the other one.
She'd finished taking the order, and said "you can sit down and I'll let you know when it's ready."
She went out to the back to give the order to Rob to cook. When she came back to the front counter, the phone was ringing, so she stood in front of me and answered it. As she spoke on the phone and took down the order, I started pulling her jeans down. She wiggled at appropriate times to help me get them over her hips, and picked up her feet at appropriate times so I could take them off.
She went to give the order to Rob, in her panties and T-shirt. Her T-shirt covered most of her butt.
I watched, and she came back. Rob followed her around the corner from the kitchen, and saw me sitting there. He waved at me, and I waved back. He nodded and headed back to the kitchen, understanding something was going on.
She looked down at me, and I whispered "bra." She reached behind her and unclasped it while she watched the waiting customers, then slid the straps down and off her arms and pulled it out from under the front of her T-shirt. She handed it to me, then moved closer to the counter. I took it from her and dropped it with her jeans.
As she was standing in front of me, I ran my hands up the outsides of her legs and up her sides. She shuddered a bit as my fingernails tickled her ribs. I slid my hands down her sides, hooking my thumbs in her panties, and taking them down too. As I got them to her ankles, she stepped out of them one leg at a time, leaving her in just her T-shirt.
This time, I ran my hand up the front of her legs, and across her stomach. She squirmed as I ran my hands across her back and down to her butt. I pulled her towards me, and ran my tongue up her slit. I felt her shiver as I did it, but she opened her thighs, giving me better access.
As I was licking away, Rob came out from the kitchen carrying a pizza in a box - I didn't notice him until he was almost up to Rachel, and she jumped. I lifted her T-shirt to show him her butt, and he put the box down on the counter next to her. His hand reached out and cupped her butt cheek.
"Uh, your pizza's ready," Rachel said to the couple who were waiting. I was working my tongue over her clit as they picked up the box and headed out. Just before I heard the door ding, Rob pinched her butt and she let out a little yelp. He headed back into the kitchen, and I kept teasing her with my tongue.
It seemed that somebody else had come in while the other couple were leaving, as she started talking to the newcomer. I started pushing two fingers inside her as I licked her clit, and I saw her hand gripping the counter top harder and harder, and then she shuddered as she came.
"I'm sorry, a large Hawaiian, was it?" I heard her say.
The customer corrected his order, and she told him to sit down while they made it up. She went back, in just her T-shirt, to give the order to Rob, and he followed her back to the counter.
"That delivery is ready," he said, looking at her.
"Can't you take it out to him?"
I saw him grin.
"That's supposed to be your job," he said.
"But I'm..." she gestured at herself, standing there almost naked.
"Then put on your shoes," he said, and went back into the kitchen.
I heard her sigh, and she went to pick up her panties. I shook my head and handed her her sneakers and socks. She slumped a little, and took them from me. She sat down and put them on, then went to the back to take the pizza out. I sneaked out with the GoPro and watched as she carried two boxes out to Sean, who was sitting in his car listening to music.
He perked up when he saw how she was dressed, and got out to take the boxes from her.
"Maybe I'll come in when I get back," he said.
"Maybe I'll come out to you," she said with a grin, and headed back inside.
I started to follow her back to the counter, but there was a guy standing there, waiting.
"It'll just be a few more minutes," she said, as she carefully walked towards him to avoid exposing herself any more. He muttered something about girls and their short shorts and went and sat down again.
