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.
I rolled on my left side to face her and said, "No, baby, you don't have to steal it." I pulled her to me and leaned half on top of her to kiss her soundly. Her left leg draped over my hip as I cupped her left breast and invaded her mouth with my tongue. "I've wanted to do this from the first moment we met last year."
"I've never been with a man your age before," she said, "but you have me so excited I am ready for you now."
"Well, baby, you will have to wait because I am going to taste you right now," I said then kissed my way across her neck and to her tits. She was obviously sensitive there as well, so I ran my hand over her inner thigh while I licked an sucked her tits.
"Oh yes, that feels good," she moaned when I clamped down on her nipple and flicked it with my tongue. "slide your hand up further."
I kissed my way downward instead and paused at her belly button then moved to her inner thigh. She was unshaven completely and had quite the bush of light brown pubic hair. I pushed my hand against her pussy and she arched her back at the contact. She was ripe and ready, juices oozing out of her lovely lips. I lapped some up and was pleasantly surprised by the taste, so clean and fresh. With no showers on the festival grounds, that meant she wasn't hooked up with anyone either. I spent some time licking her distended lips and the juices that had trickled down to her little bud of an anus. She arched and bucked beneath me with my motions until I reached her clit. I peeled back the hood and took her clit between my lips and started to beat it with my tongue. Her hips raised and she held them there as I drove her higher and higher.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, that is so good. Keep doing that. Fuck, I'm going to cum and you haven't stuck it in me yet. Shit, make me cum lover. Fuck this little girl with that tongue then that fat cock!"
It didn't take long and she began to twitch her hips up against me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and spread her lips apart then stuck my tongue out as far as I could and began to sand paper her clit with my tongue. Only my shoulders protected me as she came and tried to squeeze her legs together. Her wail was loud and cycled up in volume as I did not relent. I think she had one big one followed by two small ones, though it could have been three. As she relaxed and went limp on the bed, I pushed her legs apart and poised myself at her entrance. Her eyes went wide as I positioned myself and her head nodded in answer to my silent question. I pushed against her opening and felt only a little resistance so I pushed myself into her in one thrust. It was good I was holding her up because her legs lost it. I laid her down and stretched her legs up and apart then started pounding her hard. She was hot, wet and tight and I was ready. But I had to make sure she got there as well, so when I started to get too close. I stopped, buried to the hilt in her soft pussy.
"Hold still baby," I said, "I am not ready to cum yet, I want more."
"Oh, you feel so good inside me," she said, "you're splitting me apart and it feels like Nirvana. Use me how you want, fuck me, suck me, slap me, love me, I don't care as long as that dick gets inside me often, I'll do what you ask."
"Baby, what I ask is access when I want it, where I want it." I said. Her pussy felt so good wrapped around my cock. She squeezed as I pummeled her deeply, every thrust pushing on her cervix.
"Good, it feels like you are in my stomach you're so deep," she said as I leaned forward and attached my mouth to hers. She moaned and continued to buck beneath me. I pushed her hands up above her head and ran my fingers up the insides and then back down to her unshaven armpit. I scratched my way down to her breast while I continued to assault her mouth with my lips and tongue and teeth. We spoke at the same time when I broke the kiss.