Now, I'm at the party drinking beers and devouring crawfish carcasses almost as fast as I can, when I spy a slinky-looking blonde babe sitting across the table smiling at me with lips parted and bright blue eyes watching me intently, seemingly fascinated by my manual dexterity or something. I notice her watching the movements of my hands and mouth as I rapidly pop the peeled crawdaddy tails into my oral orifice, give a few chews, and wash them down with a quick gulp or two of the beer from a large waxed paper cup. Well, I see good looking dames acting fascinated with me before, but every time it happens, it seems to intrude on my psyche and insinuate itself on my hormonal balance, which is rarely in a state of perfect equilibrium anyhow. Still, I manage my best to give the appearance of ignorance and continue my methodical attack on the large pile of red bodies in front of me, not wishing to expose my knowledge of this babe's interest until I've figured out how interested I am and what the odds are.
These thoughts are going through my mind for a few moments and distracting me a bit from my main action with these bayou bugs. I suddenly notice her stand up and begin a languid stroll around from her side of the table to mine, where she disappears past my peripheral vision. I polish off another Cajun lobster tail and I'm about to turn my head to check her location, when I feel the soft warm pressure of a thinly clad lower abdomen and thighs pressing gently onto the back of my head, neck and back.