So here's how I ended up living in Leamington, Ontario of all places. I was driving across the US from South Carolina to visit some friends in California and see the Pacific ocean for the first time(not to mention get with some nice and freaky Cali girls if I had the chance), and I stopped in Arizona for a night before finishing the trip the next morning. I spotted the neon on the Desert Flower Motel's sign from the interstate and figured it'd be as good as any other to sleep off the road. I parked my retired police cruiser in the first space and walked in, smiling at the cheesy décor (especially the old cigar Indian in the corner) and was surprised by the woman working the counter. She was in her late twenties if I had to guess, kind of heavy set, and with neon green hair that matched the sign that drew me off the interstate.
There was no small talk, she was pretty rude actually. After requesting a room close to the front of the parking lot, she threw the key to 104 at me and snatched my credit card out of my hand. When I dared to asked if there were any decent bars around to pick up women at, she smiled at me and simply said "The Boom-Boom Room"
I went to my room to wash the weariness of the road off of me, put on clothes that at least looked decent,(a pair of acid washed Levi's and a long sleeved white button up shirt with tiny silver threads running through it.) and looked up directions to this Boom-Boom Room place. Lucky for me it was only a few miles up the road in Windsor. As soon as I saw the place I knew the green-haired bitch was fucking with me.
The Boom-Boom Room was a techno club. Complete with black strobe lights, a laser show and fog generators. Most of the people inside were dressed like any other clubbers, only with florescent bracelets and necklaces flashing under the black strobes. A few looked like they just got kicked out of a rave, with baggy pants and brightly colored shirts with halos of neon around their heads from the tie-die head bands. I looked at myself in the queer purple light, and noticed my shirt had turned pale purple with black lines where the silver had been, and my jeans had a severe bleached out appearance.
The bottom floor was nothing but a mass of writhing bodies in the booming faster than lightening music. So, I fought my way to the stairs and found a slightly less crowded bar that looked out over the pit of bodies. I tried talking to a few of the attractive and less drunk women in the bar, and received nothing but a few giggles in return before they ran off with their free drinks. I was getting ready to call it a night and go back to my hotel room and my laptop to jerk off to free internet porn, when I saw her.
She walked in with all the grace and confidence of a Greek goddess, which was fitting considering the flowing white dress and gold hair band she was wearing. She had dark hair, I couldn't tell exactly that color as the black lights turned it black anyway, and it also turned her tanned skin an odd shade of dark orange. Even from so far away, I could tell she was more then pretty, her well defined cheekbones and nose gave a starting point to either move down to her full lips, or up to her big brown eyes. I also quickly noticed she had gorgeous breasts, which the dress she wore did absolutely nothing to hide and everything to enhance. She was a good bit shorter than me, not that I ever minded having to lean down for a kiss. Besides, with the body hiding under that dress, she could've been a midget and I wouldn't have minded.
I watched her wave to the two guys running the sound system on the stage, then take a left and head for the stairs to the bar. I watched her and her cleavage climb them, trying to think of a decent pick-up line, but failing every time due the fact I was more interested in how to describe her breasts.
Perky, yes, but not to the point they pointed at the ceiling. Bouncy, of course, but not rubbery or jiggly. The only word I could think of to accurately describe them was sweet. However, sweet didn't do it justice; something else would have to take its place. What can I say? I was bored and thinking up words to call her boobs was fun. Feeling more bored than brave, I waited until she topped them and followed her to the bar. Before she could order, I tapped her on the shoulder and shouted over the blaring thousand beat-per-minute music. "Hey Sugar Tits, what can I buy you?"
She looked up at me and smiled like she'd never been hit on. "Sex On the Beach." she answered as the music hit a low point. Of course, when I tried to get her drink, the music sped back up and became louder than I wanted to yell. Finally the bartender saw us, and she got her fruity concoction. "Thanks!" she yelled and took a large sip from it. "Where you from?"
I looked around and tried to get us as far from the speakers as possible. "South Carolina, I was on my way to Cali." I told her and went one to explain. "Some chick with green hair told me to come here to take my mind off the road."
"Off the road huh?" she asked and immediately put her hand on my crotch. "Or off your girlfriend?" she said with raised eyebrows and squeezed my dick as she slurped down more of her schnaps, vodka, and fruit juice.
I smiled and thanked whatever diety delivered this techno-clubbing goddess to me and leaned in close to say "Actually, Sugar Tits, I'm single." then winked at her and reached out to run my hand down her side, stopping on her hip and pulling her towards me. She never let the straw from her sex on the beach leave her lips. "You live around here?" I asked when her hand, still clutching my cock through my pants, finally met her body and was trapped between us.
Her eyes got wide, and she smiled as she sucked down the rest of her drink. "I live in Canada!" she blurted out, laughing and nearly dashing my hopes. "But I'm sure you have a room nearby." I grinned and held up the key to room 104 at the Desert Flower Motel. "Lets go." she ordered and tossed her glass to the bartender and nearly pulled me outside.
"Woah there, babe." I said as she tried to drag me the wrong direction to get to my car. "Can I at least get your name?" I asked and pulled her back towards me and in the right direction.
She spun around with a pouty look on her face, framed perfectly by her wavy nearly-black hair. "What, Sugar Tits doesn't qualify?" I asked and I nearly laughed until she kept going. "I like Sugar Tits. I think it will be my name from now on." She said matter-of-factly and then swung her arms back and forth impatiently. "So... Where'd you park?"
I pointed back over my shoulder with what had to be an amazed look on my face. "Over there." Then I offered my free hand out to her. "Name's Jeremy, by the way... Sugar Tits." I said trying not to grin too broadly.
She shook it quickly and kissed me on the cheek as she walked past me, still pulling me by my left hand. "Come on, come on!" she shouted and pulled harder. "I don't know what kinda car it is." she complained and I hurried my stride to catch up, quickly taking the lead to where I parked my Impala, and opened the door for her. "Thank you." she chimed and sat down.
I attempted to not seem too eager to get her back to my room, but the ten mile trip only took eight minutes, and she giggled her ass off each time I served between two vehicles to save a few seconds. "Here we are." I announced as I slid the key into the slot and door started to swing open.
Sugar Tits was all over me before I knew what was happening. Her tongue was in my mouth, her ass was in my hands, and her legs and arms were wrapped around me. She pulled my head back by a handful of my hair and asked my astonished face. "What's wrong? Don't like it rough?" she cooed and gave me a little extra jerk.
I laughed and smacked the door closed. "You want it rough?" I asked and smacked her on the ass one good time, making her clench her teeth and emit a low moan. "I'll take that as a yes," I said and pulled against her hand to get my lips pressed back to hers.
While we were kissing I feel onto the bed on top of her, and she pushed me back up and followed to a sitting position. She laughed up at me and ran her hands up under my shirt, clawing me lightly before ripping my shirt open, popping buttons off in the process, and starting on my belt as she kissed my stomach. "You bitch!" I laughed and grabbed her by the hair. "I love this shirt!" I told her and threw her back on the bed.
I crawled up the bed, kissing up her legs and separating them as I went. I flipped her dress up and kept going until I was kissing and licking around the waistband of her white cotton panties. She smacked me on the back of the head and yelled "Stop teasing me!" and arched her back off the bed so I could yank her undies off.
Sugar Tits' pussy was nearly as sweet as her breasts. I couldn't resist simply diving for her hole and driving my tongue as deep into her as I could. She moaned and grabbed my hands from her hips while I sucked and licked at her sweet juices, and placed them firmly on her bared breasts.
I quickly found her hardened nipples with my fingers as I sought out her clit with my lips and pressed down on it while I started to twist her nipples, pulling more moans from her. Her hands had left mine on her tits, and were already knotting themselves up in my hair, pushing and pulling my head where she felt my mouth would be most useful.
