She makes it to the counter

With every step Olivia took her face grew more red. Her trousers were now some distance away, and the customer walking behind her doubtless could see everything.

She hoped the hem of her uniform shirt would be long enough, but part of her knew that the man could see every inch of her white cotton panties, hugging the curves of her buttocks.

Finally rescue was at hand, she picked up her pace as she reached the thankfully empty counter, stepping behind it and putting down the computer equipment.

She couldn't resist a downwards glance, nothing but socks and panties covering the lower half of her body, but thankfully the counter now hid that fact.

To his credit, the customer looked flushed too, and Olivia hoped it was from embarrassment, not anything else.

She made her way through the transaction as swiftly as possible, her mind focused on getting her trousers back.