Yes, you're worried

You go through the opening in the counter and turn behind the wall that holds the shelves of donuts and confections. There,leaning up against the wall, is the pretty young counter girl, her hand in the open fly of her low, tight black jeans.

You stand silently for a minute, taking in the erotic sight of the pretty, fair skinned donut shop waitress with her head tilted back, her mouth open wide in an impassioned 'O' as she continues to dig deep into her pussy with one hand while her other is inside the half-opened pink smock, mauling her left bra-encased boob.

"Excuse me?" you finally interrupt.

The girl is so stunned to be found like this, she cannot even pull her hands out of her clothing.

"You were out of cream up front, but I think I've found some back here!" you smile sweetly as you advance towards the quivering waitress.

"I'm sorry, miss, but when I saw you flash your panties, I just started to get so aroused," the panicky girl offered by way of an explanation.

"If you wanted to see more of the pink, you should've just asked!" you coo as you step in front of her. "I liked the look of these, too!" you compliment as you pluck at the thong straps exposed above her jeans. You feel her tremble at your touch.