Chapter 17: Hippy Chick Stops at the Thrift Store

Willow was a child of the sixties, even if she was born about 30 years too late. And with a name like Willow, she was sort of destined to be a hippie chick. As she grew up, she listened to all the music of the 60’s and 70’s and began to dress like a hippie chick, imitating the look she found on Instagram. When Willow was seventeen, she had run away from home and she had been living on the road ever since. She had an old van, and she traveled from concert to concert all summer long and then headed south to Florida over the winter. Willow was skinny but healthy, had dirty blond hair, in rough Rastafarian braids made popular by Bob Marley in Jamaica, and she always went braless, flaunting her firm tits with the perky nipples under whatever filmy top she was wearing. She exuded raw sexuality, in her look and in the unwashed smell that she never covered with any cologne or deodorant.

It was summer in the Midwest, and Willow was on her way to a concert in Michigan when she drove through Springville and saw the big thrift store on the main road, with an assortment of kids hanging around in the parking lot, mostly teen girls. Willow was bi, and loved sex with both boys and girls, and she had to admit to herself that some of the teen girls, in their tiny halter tops and little daisy duke shorts looked pretty cute. When she parked in the dusty unpaved lot, it was hot, and she noticed that most of the girls were either barefoot, or wearing little strappy sandals that looked sexy to her. And all the girls were bra-less on this hot afternoon, that made them look even hotter. The two or three boys were shirtless too, showing off their glistening young abs and pecs for the teen girls, who were mostly ignoring them. All the kids looked young to Willow, even though she was only just over eighteen herself. And they all exuded raw sexuality, their young bodies firm, perky and well-muscled and glistening with sweat.

As she walked across the lot to the thrift store, she noticed one cute teenage girl, who looked no more than sixteen, wearing a sexy, light brown leather vest, with long fringe hanging from the bustline, and brushing over her very sexy tight abs and tummy. Under the vest, she wore just a little bikini top, and her sexy midsection was clad in the tiniest pair of cut-off denim shorts Willow had ever seen- they were cutoff so short that the white cotton of the pockets extended from under the narrow band of denim and flared out over her sexy thighs. The girl was tall and skinny with her dirty blond hair clipped short. Even then, her hair was sticking to her neck from the humidity and heat, and her skin glistened with a light gleam of perspiration.

Willow was wearing a filmy white peasant blouse, with a deep slit down the front, and her own pair of tiny black shorts that showed off her sexy thighs and long legs. On her feet she wore a pair of big old high top brown boots, laced halfway up, contrasting dramatically with her other light and airy clothing. Her filthy blonde hair was slightly matted and curled in her rasta braids. She wore several strings of beads and a large animal tooth dangling from a leather strap around her slender neck.

As she walked past the girl in the vest, she smiled and said, “Hey, girl. I love your vest ... it’s really cute on you.”

The teenager giggled, and said, “Yeah ... thanks, I got it from the thrift store here. They got a lot of cool stuff, ya know?”

“Wow,” said Willow, with a bigger smile. She stepped up to the teen, and felt the leather fringe that hung down, touching the teen’s ribcage as she fondled thew leather vest. The younger teen felt a little jolt of electricity from the sexy hippie girl’s aggressive touching.

“I’m Willow,” she said, “and I’d love to find something like that for the concert I’m headed to. Could you help me find something like yours?”

“Sure, girl,” said the teen. “My name is Leah, and I live just up the road in the trailer park, so I know this store like the back of my hand. I’ll help ya find somethin’ and I know how to get a discount.”

“Cool, Leah,” Willow said, and leaned in and gave Leah a warm hug, enjoying the feel of the teen’s firm tits pressed against her, and feeling her taut back muscles as she hugged her. Willow had to admit that hugging the hot youngster got her excited, and she was already frisky from the long car ride that brought her to Springville. She could feel her pussy begin to become moist and hot, and itch a little under her shorts.

The two held hands as they entered the store and walked back to the vintage clothing section.

Once inside, Leah whispered to Willow as they passed the check-out area, where old Lou, the combination security guard and store manager, was casually leaning up against a checkout counter dressed in his usual sleeveless t-shirt, and loose camo shorts. He saw Leah come in and shouted out “Hey, Leah” since he knew the girl as one of the high-schoolers from the trailer park. He also knew her as one of his favorite little sluts, who loved to take his big old cock in exchange for some thrift store clothes.

The other girl didn’t look local- she was dressed in a hippie outfit and had the sort of hair that looked a little like dreadlocks and was wearing a big pair of brown leather boots that came halfway up her calves.

“That’s Lou, the store manager,” Leah said to Willow, and then whispered, “he’s also a dirty old man, and he loves to take his favorite girls to the back room where they keep the used beds and couches, know what I mean?”

“Awww, he’s kinda cute for a dirty old man, ain’t he?” Willow said, looking toward Lou and giving him a big smile.

“Well, if ya don’t mind him bein’ old and all,” Leah confided in her new friend, “he’s always happy to miracle you some clothes in exchange for some pussy. And he just loves to eat pussy, knows how to get a girl off, and he’s got a decent size cock, too.”

Leah giggled, and added, “Ask me how I know!”

Willow smiled again, and looked back toward Lou, who was still looking at the two girls as they walked back into the store.

Willow pulled out a vape from her back pocket and offered it to Leah. “It’s Cheech and Chong’s weed vape, and I think this one is sativa.”

“Awesome, dude,” said Leah, taking the vape and taking a 4-5 second pull on the little yellow vape. She handed it back to Willow, who also took a pull on the vape, and then slid it back in her pocket. “The only thing bad about getting’ a buzz, is it makes me so fuckin’ horny!”

“Yeah it does, don’t it,” Willow agreed, “but maybe your old friend Lou will help us out with that, ya know?”

Lou saw the girls both blow a little cloud of smoke, and so he decided to follow them and see what was up. As he caught up, he smelled the distinctive smell of pot, and knew the girls were vaping weed in his store. A good sign, Lou smiled, as he knew girls who got high always liked sex.

As the girls heard Lou’s footsteps behind them, they stopped and turned around to meet him.

“I got two questions for you, Leah,” said Lou, with his usual big smile. “Who’s your cute new friend, and what are you girls vaping today?”

“Hiya, Lou,” Leah smiled, her eyes already a little bleary from the powerful vape. “This is Willow, and she’s lookin’ for some cool clothes for a concert she headed to. She’d like to find a sexy vest like this one.”

Then she flapped open her vest and gave Lou a look at her firm tits, barely contained in the tiny white bikini top. Although Leah’s little tit cones were barely a firm a-cup, the tiny bikini was made for a tween, and on Leah looked downright dirty. She was clearly no longer a tween, with her firm tits and camel-toe clearly outlined under her tiny cut-offs.

“I don’t know what we’re vaping, but it’s pretty nice,” Leah added, “you’ll have to ask Willow.”

Willow pulled the vape from her pocket and stood smiling at Lou. She thrust her chest out, and the filmy peasant blouse opened along the front slit, so the firm mounds of her breasts were visible, clearly not constrained by a bra.

“Here Lou, take a puff of this,” Willow said in her sexiest drawl, “It will make you horny and hard.”

“Lookin’ at you two, I don’t need no smoke to make me horny and hard,” Lou chuckled, “but I’ll take a puff anyway.”

Lou took the vape from Willow, took a long drag, then handed it back. When he handed it to her, he held onto Willow’s hand and pulled her lightly toward him, lifting her hand to give her a kiss on the back of her hand. As he held her arm, and bent to kiss her hand, her shirt gapped open and he could see the firm cone of one of her tits, capped with a firm pink nipple. His cock hardened, and a tent began forming in his loose shorts.

As he kissed her hand, Willow smiled and giggled a little as she saw his shorts bulge outward.

“Awww, such a gentleman,” she said, “kissing my hand and lookin’ down my blouse at my titties all at the same time!”

“I told ya he was a dirty old man,” Leah laughed.

“I thought you liked that about me, Leah,” Lou smiled, reaching out and grabbing a handful of Leah’s hot ass that was exposed where her tiny shorts were cut off.

“Yeah, you told me he was a dirty old man, and you said you liked that about him, among other things,” Willow said with a big smile.

“I’ll bet you’re the kind of girl who appreciates the kind of experience a dirty old man has,” Lou said as he reached out to Willow, and lifted her blouse a little to get a better look at the big tattoo that adorned her right thigh.

“Isn’t that the symbol of peace, love, and rock and roll?” Lou asked, looking into Willlow’s big green eyes as he looked up from the tattoo.