He asked her for a date. She said Friday, Bamboo Buffet. So that's what it was. No promise, just trust. Something easy. There was no doubt she was gonna show up, but when she did, he watched her eat the whole time. He saw what she got all three trips to the buffet. He noticed every dish from every course. It was a sensual theater to him. She transfixed him, like an elegant, unobtainable beast of majesty. She was a plump- bellied but otherwise toned woman of 28, him 27. Despite the gap so small, he tested its insignificance by looking up to her the way a schoolboy would moon at his teacher. He wanted to see the way she ate, and call it all the words he could, secretly, behind their conversation, inane in comparison.
The first plate she got was very appetizer- like. She speared the lettuce with her salad fork in a way gentle, so the sound of puncturing the iceberg vain wasn't public. He thought of being penetrated by her. If she would be as cautious for him so sounds of their making wouldn't be audibly painful...
When the dressing pooled, she didn't lick her lips like a hound- dog. She patted her cheeks with a restaurant- provided napkin. Soft and dainty. He imagined her dreams. Did she want to lose weight? Did she want to be a professor? Another job? The softness with how she overlooked these big things made him "spicy," too, to say. She wasn't unloading any big ideas onto him. Besides his unbreaking gaze and commentary of her, this was like perfect material for a first date. Practically respectable. He nodded as she talked, eyeing the egg roll she was aiming close to her mouth. Big bites. Well, egg rolls are good, he thought.
She chewed lengthily on her bite. Endurance, he thought. Stamina. She powered through two of them, and still he found the detail she didn't get more inspiring. Two is a good number. Very average. Not that he minded her tummy. It charmed him. He kinda had one too, or maybe he just did, and was reluctant to admit it. Her presence was what was unearthing this comfortability, though. This was a lot better than pigging out by his lonesome.
She munched on a crab rangoon, getting some of the cream cheese on her shirt. She was wiping it off into the napkin as he was talking, but instantly his mind dirtied the action. He would love to cum on her chest. No doubt. Growing up semi-fat had rewarded the lady with a big pair of boobies. That was the most alluring part of her body to him, with clothes on. It was also where the guts of the rangoon had fallen onto. He wanted to titty fuck her the same way. Shock her. Pull out of her and be that aggressive guy women cum to in their dreams. Manly, aggressive lust. Yank out of the pussy from missionary, climb atop his lover, and go to town between two inflated honkers like hers.
With the cream cheese mopped up, she started to drink her soup. She actually made the slurping sound! It was so bold.
There was an old saying (the lady was also of partial Asian ethnicity) that some people hear: It's polite to make that noise during meals according to some oriental cultures. The man went ahead and questioned it, just to make conversation, asking, "Do you think that's true?"
She responded and let him know her side of facts, but he was already onto the fact that she had her other egg roll in hand. He easily replaced this with his cock and was attentive to the subject he brought up coming out of her mouth, but he did wish this all was replaced with his cock instead. Watching her eat was making him horny. She couldn't tell he was turned on. She laughed at something she herself said, and it made his penis twitch. Her laugh was not annoying. That was also good.
Her second trip to the buffet he noticed she wasn't drinking any water. When she got back, she disarmed his literary assumptions that she wasn't "thirsty," i. e. "horny." She just said you get your money's worth more the less you consume drink at a buffet, which seemed logical. She was smart, or at least took smart advice. Hopefully this wasn't going to be just a hook-up, he actually thought... was surprised quaintly to hear himself say. He watched her eat noodles. She was doing this mannerly, which was horrible. He wanted to see her suck. The lack of water and straw prevented this as well. It closeted all daydreams of oral. Damn... he actually swore... it was like even the temptation was forbidden to him. He tasted his own food, surfing flavors. He went through them like flavors of jelly beans.
