Tracey Olkus: My Cloak of Invisibility

An eccentric woman in a Parisian park at night on a swing wearing a clown mask and wild pink boa feather coat
The Swinger. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Text by Tracey Olkus, Copyright 2024

Portraits of Tracey Olkus by Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Styling and Creative Direction by KVaughn

Lighting Assistant: Anthony Colagreco

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My Cloak of Invisibility

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  I can barely remember the timid little girl I was before I discovered I had the power. The power to disappear. The power of invisibility. In the beginning, I stumbled through  this alternate  universe to which my power gave me access  and used it in silly ways; listening  in on the cool kids’ conversations or peeking at my classmates’ grades. But It wasn’t long before I progressed to voyeurism and to my utter delight, I discovered which students  were cutting class to smoke, which were sneaking off  to masturbate and which were even pleasuring each other. Oh this new game would soon become  much more exciting  than I had ever anticipated.

I grew bolder with the confidence my invisibility allowed me. There were no limits.  I could wear anything I wanted. I could do anything I wanted. The unseen world is judgement free so my ego slipped away and my sexual id stepped into its place. Self consciousness gone. I hunted for  play partners that oozed sexuality. I took in their smell, their taste, their bodies. No eyes on me meant I could do this anywhere. And I discovered that I particularly liked to be in the most public places. 

A beautiful woman in a Parisian park at night dressed in black fashion and dark sunglasses
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

One night in Paris as I was on the prowl, I felt an inextricable pull towards an unlikely prey –  a beautiful yet awkwardly shy man who had locked eyes with me. I could feel the electricity between us as I approached. I ran my fingertips over his chest, felt the curve of his ass, and slid down his thighs to his calves. I ran my nose up the inside of his leg and felt his increasing bulge. I breathed in his essence as I lingered over his armpit. I was on fire, every button pushed. When I looked back at his face, his eyes were locked on me, skin flushed and dewey with nervous sweat. “Can you see me?”, I asked. He nervously looked around to see who was watching us, swallowed hard, and answered “Yes”. “Don’t worry, no one else can”. I kept my eyes locked on this marvel who had stepped through my cloak of invisibility as I slid my hand into his pants and felt his rock hard cock. My tongue teased his quivering lip before kissing him deeply. I opened his shirt, buried my face in his chest hair and took his nipple between my teeth. Electricity shot through him and he let out a loud gasp.. I unzipped my dress. His eyes darted around the room again. “Don’t worry, they can’t see you either”.  His neck  kisses started off tender and became more ravaging as he moved to my breasts-expertly working my nipples. My clit was at attention and I could feel the juices running down the inside of my thighs. “I have to taste you”, he whispered. “Yes you do” I replied and gently pushed him down between my shaking thighs balancing myself with my right leg over his shoulder . He parted my pussy lips with the bridge of his nose, cocked his head back, and took a long slow taste  before teasing my clit mercilessly. He slid two thick fingers inside me stroking my ‘ON” switch and I exploded, ejaculating profusely. He bathed in my cum soaking his face and hair.

A moment of inhibition struck and his head snapped from left to right. I assured him that we were unseen. We were in a parallel universe and this was a game where only we made up the rules. I pulled him up off the floor,”Your turn”.  His clothes were off. I pushed him onto his back and  worked his beautiful cock with my tongue  nearly swallowing him. My pussy was insatiable. I rode him like waves on the sand-rolling back and then crashing down on him over and over again spraying  cum all over his body . I slid off his cock. The look on his face begged me not to go. I nestled myself between his legs with one over my shoulder. I drooled on my middle finger and slid it gently but deeply into his ass stroking his prostate as my mouth closed around his erection. Electricity shot through his body and out of nipples and cock. He exploded. 

We lay there for a moment transfixed. No longer shy or self conscious.  Supremely satisfied. “Now the score is even 1:1. Want to play again?”

A beautiful woman in a Parisian park at night strikes a pose wearing a black top hat sheer blouse, shorts and fishnet stockings
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: 

For almost two decades, Tracey Olkus  has been transforming faces and elevating styles from her private studio in Philadelphia. Specializing in everything from everyday glam to commercial shoots to TV and film. 

 
Tracey’s artistic interests extend beyond the chair. With a passion for costuming, she crafts bespoke headdress designs available through commissioned works.  
 
As the curator of The Performance Salon, Tracey provides a platform for emerging and established artists to showcase their talents in an intimate setting. From musicians, to thespians, writers to chefs, The Performance Salon has become a hub for artistic expression with performances that leave audiences mesmerized.
 
But Tracey’s interests go beyond her professional pursuits . A dedicated patron of the arts and the finer things in life, she enjoys hosting extravagant dinner parties and whimsical camping trips…often simultaneously.
 
When it is time to escape, Tracey can be found exploring the world, talking to strangers, and collecting stories from every corner of the globe. And along the way, she is most happy to have has amassed an eclectic collection of friends that share her passion for the extraordinary.