I'm at the till, waiting for my Barista to finish producing the coffee I order each day, which is part of my post-work-out, pre-work routine. However, as I'm observing, she's not particularly comfortable. She keeps squirming and occasionally her legs are giving way. Her short brown hair is up in a pony tail sitting ontop of her short stance (perhaps 5ft exactly?) Her uniform is a pin striped blouse covered by a burgundy apron tied around a tight waste and the most incredibly round ass I've ever seen. Her boobs were tight within the blouse, hard to see much more beneath the apron before she turned around. She was beautiful, particularly the way she couldn't keep eye contact with me.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, genuinely concerned. The branded coffee shop was currently empty, too early for their morning rush.

"Yeah, fine, why?" Her response was rushed, too quick for a normal reply - something was wrong. She quivered once more and a little sigh was heard from above the sound of the background music.

"You're not your normal self today, I've been watching you closely as you've made my coffee." She turned to face me, her eyes couldn't reach mine she was looking down, at her feet? Or at me, but Lower down? If she was, I began to stir. I continued, "I can see your shaking, squirming, you're uncomfortable, and now I can see your embarrassed."

As she dropped my coffee in front of me, she gripped both hands to the counter and let out a long drawn out moan, there was no hiding now that something was definitely bothering her. She wrote me a note on a napkin and slid it forward. The hand writing was shaky but it read.

"Someone is controlling a vibrator in my panties, I am so horny. Help me, I need your cum before I'm allowed to take it out."