SOFT MOANS AND GENTLE WHISPERS and the squeaking of the bedsprings are sounds I've always associated with sex, but dialogue of an erotic nature had never entered my mind. Little did I know how powerful sexy words could be. The right phrase from a virtuoso dirty-talking woman can have me hard in seconds, ready to climb the walls in unspeakable excitement.
The speaker of those magic words was a sultry bombshell named Audrey, whom I had met in the parking lot of a liquor store in a small town in Georgia. I had just graduated college and, with nothing better to do, was hitchhiking across the South, visiting Civil War battlefields and one-star roadside motels. I was walking out of the store with a bottle of scotch, and the bountiful beauty with a brunette bob and a beauty mark on her upper lip was holding a bottle of bourbon.
"Looks like between you and me, we've got it covered," she said, in an antebellum drawl. "Care to have a drink with me?"
I could think of nothing I'd have liked better. I hopped into the passenger seat of her MG roadster, and we found a quiet spot under a willow tree and imbibed. Between belts we shared our life stories. Right away I could tell that Audrey was a plainspoken, shoot-from-the-hip type of woman. Still, I was floored when she stated, "I was planning on driving down to the Florida Keys. Care to be my escort?"
Though I am impetuous, I was slow to answer, so she added, "Look, Spencer, I think you are a really hot guy. I want you so bad . . . the thought of cutting a sexual swath down the state of Florida with you as my stud makes me dripping wet. So what do you say, handsome?"
What do you think I said? Audrey's edict had me raring to go. She took me in her mouth, right under the bowing branches of a willow tree, tantalizing me with her multitalented tongue. Not only could she do a number on me with her pink tongue, but between the action she held me in her tiny hands while looking me straight in the eye, telling me in truck-driver's language how much she enjoyed sucking me off.