ROSA'S PIZZA HOUSE.
Same time period as above, beginning fall of 1994. Rosa's is a rectangular shaped building with the entrance toward the right end. It is divided into three sections with low walls. As business picked up the middle and left sections would be opened.
It was simple to know how busy Rosa's was by looking at the parking lot. Our first time there it was packed. Must have been seating for 100 and we were diners 99 and 100. Ended up sitting way against the left rear corner.
Personally I don't like being stuck in the middle of a dining room anyway. After the first time, we only stopped when there were just a few customers in the right side section. Proved better for our games and more relaxing.
Never found out just why, but that first time there were many young pretty gals in short skirts, short shorts, and revealing blouses. For years the waitresses wore short skirts and ruffled low cut off shoulder blouses, looking like French servants. They must have worn shelf or push-up bras because they all looked like French Hooters gals. Nice eye candy as we waited what seemed 30 minutes just to be served.
Remember back in the good ole days when waitresses wore real mini skirts and low tops ........... looked and acted like women?
Finally our waitress walked over. Pretty face like a 15 year old. Petite body like a 20 year old and voluptuous boobs like a 40 year old. Picture this as you picture that. Dollie and I both wore short shorts. We were new to Florida and wanted to fit in getting Florida tans.
By this time I had my tiny foreskin barbell piercing, my retirement gift to myself. I had to be careful because the barbell often dangled free below my shorts leg. With a little mental stimulation things sometimes happened causing that foreskin and barbell to creep out.
The waitresses would sit next to customers to take their orders if there was an empty chair. Each small table had four chairs and table cloths which hung over the sides. When the girls sat, their little skirts rose exposing pretty young legs, those uplifted breasts seemed to ooze out even more. I'd been sitting noticing this on other waitresses as we killed time waiting.
Dollie noticed what I was looking at. She was rubbing my bare leg which added to my mental and physical condition, neither very stable. Our little waitress noticed me glancing down her blouse. She giggled and said my wife would be jealous. I just told her my wife has boobs of her own and we don't get jealous.
The waitress saw Dollie's hand under the table rubbing my leg and placed her hand along side Dollie's, only higher. As Dollie rubbed my leg her hand bumped the waitress' hand so the girl moved hers farther up.
At this time we gave our pizza order. I was slowly getting an erection as we were discussing boobs, life, and being new to the area. Don't quote me here, really not sure what happened next.
Our waitress either saw or felt the barbell and maybe some exposed penis. The table cloth covered everything from my waist down so she must have felt, then lifted the table cloth to look. Both I and our waitress must have been visibly embarrassed, but she kept her hand on my leg, gently rubbing it in short movements.
