I recall the first time I saw her. My son was doing some yard work at my old place to help me out and he brought along a time shifted vision. She was dressed like something out of the late 60s early 70s, a time when I started High School. She had long, straight brown hair that was held in place with a small braided headband and fell to her mid back. She was wearing a simple scoop top, tie dyed shirt with a tanned suede vest and matching suede pants tied at the side with just a small gap of about an inch from bottom to hip. On her feet were a pair of flip flops that she slipped off as soon as she came in the yard.
"Hi!" she said with a smile as she came over to me and my son headed for the lawn mower, "I'm Deb, but everyone calls me Tokahantus, you know, because I toke so much." and she laughed as I shook the proffered hand. She smiled at the handshake as well and simply extricated her hand so she could hug me. She smelled of patchouli and jasmine along with a hint of pot.
She and my son wandered off at the end of that day as she was trying very hard to get home to Portland before the next day for her no longer a teenager birthday party. She walked through my fantasies for several months before she faded from such an immediate memory. But I still remembered her now and then, a time shifted beauty from a time of which I had fond memories.
It was three summers later when I drove my other son to a festival in Eastern Washington near the Oregon border, where he was going to perform. I needed some things for a project of my own and brought my ukulele along with my wallet, cell phone and virtually nothing else other than product. The festival was a week long and I had taken the week off work. I really couldn't sleep on the ground any more, getting old does have its drawbacks, so I picked up a little nothing room in the nearby town. On Saturday afternoon, I thought I would run to town and take a nap, pick up a few things and come back for some BBQ and music. As I drove out of the festival grounds though, there was Tokahantus, dressed almost exactly as I remembered her, walking out and hitching as I came down the road. I pulled over and she came to the window.
"Deb, right? Er, Tokahantus," I said as she got there. She bent forward and the white shirt she was wearing fell open to show her braless breasts in all their young glory.
"Yes, I remember your face..." she said and tried to place me.
"It's Eric," I said, "Patrick's dad."
"Oh hey, good to see you," she said and hopped in the truck, "I hope you don't mind, I need to get a couple things at the store and so I was hitching in. Are you going to town?"
Well, the road pretty much went to town and beyond with only a couple ranches this side. She buckled up, pushing the vest out of the way and the seat belt wedged between her tits pulled the tee shirt tight enough to make it almost see through which was quite the distraction.
"Uh, yes," I said, "I was heading to my hotel, then the store for some meat for the BBQ tonight."
"You have a hotel?" she asked, "That's cool, must be nice to sleep on an actual bed."
"It is, I can't handle the ground any more," I said, "I screwed up my back in the 80s and don't have the luxury any more."
"That's a bummer," she said and placed her hand on my arm, "Don't get me wrong, I love camping out at festivals, but I've been camping out for two months now, since the weather changed. I am ready for a bed."
Without thinking I just blurted out the first thing that came into my mind, "Well, you are welcome to sleep with me, I don't need that whole king sized bed to myself."
"Really! Oh my god, that's awesome!" she exclaimed and unbuckled in order to squeeze me and kiss my cheek. "Mmm, I love your beard. Not too long, not too short, very sexy." then she searched for and found the center seat belt in my truck and tucked into my arm for the rest of the trip.
We pulled in to Rain Dog Inn, my little slice of heaven for the week, and I opened the door to the room. She dashed in to check everything out and I moved a little slower. When her attention was elsewhere, I adjusted myself. You would be surprised what being held by a 20 something year old gorgeous hippy would do for a fiftyish old man.
"So, what were you getting, Eric?" she asked.
"I was planning on getting about an hour of sleep," I responded.
"Okay, sweet, you really don't mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Not at all," I said, "the bed is plenty big enough."
"Awesome," she said before starting to remove her clothes. Now I sleep in my underwear and frankly, as she undressed, they got tighter. Her breasts were a large C cup with small areolas and nipples, both standing on end, and she was wearing no underpants either. It was warm in the room, so she folded back the covers and laid down on the bed, on her side, with one leg demurely covering her pussy. She had her head propped on her hand and her breasts only sagged maybe an inch. But I was feeling like it was a now or never moment, so I dropped my underwear as well and laid down with my 7 inch cock on full display.
"Wow, that's a decent cock. Are you going to use that fucker on me or do I have to steal some?" she asked.