a 75 word story that does not sound as interesting to me

honey laced mocktail in one hand, the cowboy hat, the smallest of bikini tops and khaki shortest shorts, she was looking at me such seductively that i wondered if she was looking through me. i could sense the tension emanating directly from her swaying hips and the intermittent suggestive pelvic thrusts. she was blowing kisses at me and i was ready, the only problem was that i was the roof-top cameraman in the cricket stadium.