"Yeah," Max said absently as he watched the blonde move gracefully around the back counter area, setting up the places for the expected arrivals.

Linda felt like a teenager again as she wriggled her firm, tight ass teasingly around with every short step she took. The blonde knew that Max was staring at her long, tapered legs and her well-rounded ass that filled out her uniform. As for her tits, well, everyone in Gilroy knew that Linda was famous for her mammoth boobs that almost brushed the truckers' faces whenever she leaned over the counter to take their orders.

"Damn!" Linda said under her breath as she surveyed the counter top. "Need more catsup."

"Some down here," Max said, his breath rasping as he pointed to an area below the counter just in front of him.

"Thanks, Max," Linda said, walking sensuously over to him and bending down as she fished blindly for the catsup bottles. Something told her that the big man was going to make his move in a second. She pretended to keep on looking for the bottles as she moved her firm ass cheeks back toward the night cook. Her full outer labes were swelling with blood now, pushing against her fleshy clit as the sexual heat deep in her cunt steamed out and drifted through her drenched pussy hairs.

Touch me! Linda screamed to herself as she knocked one battle of catsup over with her trembling fingers. Touch me, damn it! The blonde cried to herself again as she felt her half-inch long nipples poking angrily against her confining bra.

As if he heard her, Max reached out with both hands and lightly cupped her full ass cheeks with his palms. Linda was too excited to speak. She gripped the edge of the shelf and sucked in a ragged breath as Max increased the pressure of his grip. Her pussy-lips shuddered with excitement and tension as the big man's powerful fingers crawled all over her ass.