Part 19
As Tim stood at the bar, trying to will his erection away, he was unaware of several unfortunate developments that had taken place in the crowded bar over the last 7 minutes or so.
First, his trip across the patio to retrieve his table's drink order had not gone unnoticed by the female patrons in the immediate vicinity. The presence of a handsome, blushing young male in that situation would have garnered some female attention, just by itself.
When a black and neon-yellow cycling outfit was involved - especially when the yellow portions encased the chest and abs on top, and the crotch and ass on the bottom - still more women would have noticed.
But when that outfit was two sizes too small, essentially revealing every detail of the hunk's toned physique, every female eye within viewing range was locked on target. And when Tim didn't continue on into the rear of the establishment, toward the bathrooms, but stopped at the bar, which had good sightlines from most of the tables on the patio, he was guaranteed a large audience indeed.
Second, when the waitresses launched their plan, and one of them dropped the bowl of lemons and then crawled around to pick them up, the patrons who had been watching Tim also saw Jen. And they didn't fail to notice when her pale, jiggling bare bottom made its public appearance.
When they first spotted Jen's bare tush, some of the women were wistful, wishing that their own behinds were as firm and tempting as the waitress' bouncing buns.
Some of them resented the little tart for her shameless display. Some of them wondered if she was just a little, dizzy bimbo, unaware that all of her wriggling was exposing her private parts.
But when the other two waitresses positioned themselves behind the distracted young hottie, and Carrie brought out the scissors, and their devious intentions became clear...
Female mouths dropped open, and one after another, women of all ages at all nearby tables frantically got the attention of their table-mates, directing their attention to the delicious practical joke that was unfolding in front of their delighted eyes!
"What are those two doing behind him—" one college girl asked of her three sorority sisters sharing her table. "OMG! Those are scissors!"
The conversation among three 30-something MILFs in yoga pants and oversized t-shirts at another table who had just stopped in for an after-workout died away quickly, as they watched Carrie's first several attempts with the scissors. "She looks like..." began a tall, honey-blonde woman. "Is she cutting his...?"
"She is!" one of her friends said. "She's trying to cut his shorts off!"
"Good lord," the third woman at the table said. "Those sneaky girls!"
The voyeurs who had initially resented Jen's cheeky display now cheered her on.
"Wiggle that ass, honey! Keep that cute guy distracted for just one more minute."
"Was that her puss?!"
"It sure was! And look at the look on that guy's face! I think he's paralyzed."
When Carrie had finished with the scissors and Jen got up, bumping her saucy rump against Tim's crotch, giggles went up from several nearby tables. But many observers were disappointed. "Why did those girls give up? Why didn't they finish the job, and cut that guy's itsy bitsy shorts right off?"
A woman from the next table laughed, and gave the first speaker a thumb's up. She learned toward the other table, and partially shielded her mouth, speaking behind her hand. "Right? I mean that little waitress has a cute butt, but hers isn't the bare ass we want to see!"
"I think she did cut it a little bit, though," said another handsome woman in her early 50s, with an attractive streak of gray in her otherwise dark hair.
