Grab his pants

With Amy's jeans around her ankles, James is able to grab his underpants from her back pocket. His back pressed against the counter he tried to struggle his feet into the underwear. Of course where he's sat, he has Amy's naked side right next to him, a full view of her bare arse and the slightest hint of pubic hair.

Amy clearly spotted him looking and moved her pelvis closer to the counter, and James almost moaned at the loss of view, before remembering that he had more important things to do.

He had the Y-Fronts all the way up to his knees, when he heard the customer comment again. "Are you sure everything is alright back there? It sounds like there's something scurrying around."

James looked up in fear, realising that he had been heard, and Amy aimed a small kick at him, having to lift her foot out of the leg of the jeans to do so.

"Yes, everything's fine!" Amy snapped. "Why don't you take a seat and I'll get your order ready?"

James cursed under his breath. As Amy had kicked at him, it seemed that somehow her foot had become tangled in his underwear. He tried to tug her foot out of it, but it just caused Amy to teeter a little where she stood, shooting him another wide eyed look.