Chinese Buffet

I go to a Chinese buffet-style restaurant every once in a while – the food is decent and cheap, and it’s all-you-can-eat (which, in my case, is quite a bit!)

I usually go there on Saturday for lunch, but I was otherwise occupied yesterday, and didn’t get there until later in the evening. I was alone, as usual, and was seated at a single table towards the back.

To my left, across the aisle and a little in front of me, was a group of young people, seven of them seated at a large round table. I thought at first that they were high-schoolers, but from their conversation, they were apparently high school buds who were all now in college. They were a mixed group, both in gender and ethnically – a couple of whites, a couple of Asians, and three blacks. They laughed and talked and ate and carried on – sitting so close to them, I couldn’t help but enjoy their easy camaraderie and youthful high spirits.

The scenery was also quite striking – all of them were attractive, shapely young animals – the boys as well as the girls - and I found the shape of their tight young buns as they walked up to the buffet line quite stimulating. The jiggle from the girls, and the swagger from the guys as they came back to the table was also highly provocative.

One of the guys particularly caught my eye (as well as the attention of other parts of my personal anatomy) – he was Asian, which is a type I usually don’t go for – they tend to be too short and too thin for my taste. This one, however, was taller than most, about 5’10”, with very broad shoulders above a very tight nipped-in waist, and a rack of very solid muscles showing under his tight black button-down shirt. His equally tight black jeans showed off his beautifully rounded bubble-butt to their best advantage, a fact of which he seemed to be very much aware. He had a handsome but not pretty face, clean-shaven, with beautifully shaped black eyebrows like wings above snapping black eyes, and straight gleaming black hair worn fairly long. He spoke clear, unaccented English with his friends, but he also spoke some rapid-fire dialect of Chinese to the restaurant staff, whom he seemed to know also.

My target was sitting at the table opposite me, so I had a clear view of him as he lounged with his friends. Sometimes he would put an arm up on the curved back of the booth, and lightly caress the shoulder of whoever happened to be sitting on either side of him. The kids did not always come back to the same seats that they had left, except for him – he always returned to where he had been, directly in my line of vision.

I had thought that I was being discreet in my ogling of the group, especially of this one young man, but (as I found out) I was not being nearly as circumspect as I thought I