Full Circle

May 9, 2006

Chapter 7 Tracy

December on the shores of Lake Ontario is not pleasant. The cold settles in for a long winter and frequent snow flurries skitter through the city adding to the gloom and damp. People brighten the dark with a myriad of Christmas lights on their homes and buildings hoping the holiday season will distract them from the long dark nights. The build-up to the actual holiday is stressful as children heighten their expectations of a bounty of gifts. It is often an anticlimax when the day finally arrives leaving an empty feeling.

           Hilton felt empty as his grown children were more involved with their own family and friends. Karen was busy with her own activities and family and they had time for only a few moments together during the whole month of December. She remained in an uncertain state of mind and took her family to Calgary to visit her brother for the Christmas and New Years week. Abandoned, Hilton decided to go to New York for the New Years Eve celebration. He had met an attractive young woman there and called her. Surprisingly she was staying in the city and was happy to join him for dinner and spend the next few days with him. She booked a hotel close to Times Square.

Tracy was in the lobby when he strode in on December 31^st.  A stunning dark haired woman, about 5’6” tall, slim with trim hips and a warm smile, she could be his daughter. That was not what she thought about as she melted into his waiting arms with a big open-mouthed kiss. He was surprised and pleased when he saw her overnight bag.

 “We’ll be late tonight and I don’t want to go all the way uptown, now do I?”

            “That would not be the proper thing to do, I agree whole heartedly. It might be dangerous, too.” She smiled invitingly.

She had booked a large hotel room with a single queen bed, a dressing table and a television set. Hilton unpacked his clothes into one drawer and she put her things on the other side. “I’m going to shower before we go to dinner,” he said slipping out of his shirt.

The water streamed over him when the curtain opened and Tracy stepped in. “I’m going to lather your back”, she said and then lathered his chest.

Tracy’s small waist accentuated her round breasts that looked that like two golden Florida oranges capped with brown acorn nipples, firm and pointing directly at him. He reached for the soap to lather her and run his hands over her body.  Their hands moved in unison and Hilton’s cock was at attention. She soaped it attentively as he moaned quietly but then she stopped and stepped out of the shower. “That’s enough for now, old man. We don’t want to use you up before the evening starts.”

            “Okay, lady,” he said as he dried, “we’ll see who’s an old man soon enough. It’s definitely not me.” 

She kissed him with a devious smile. “Time will tell, I have some surprises for you.” Tracy had made a restaurant reservation. She insisted they eat an oyster entrée arguing that it improved a man’s sexual energy. She ordered a chicken penne pasta; he had seafood. A fine burgundy wine fuelled the warm feeling that grew as he gazed into her eyes.

            Walking along the crowded avenue they passed a travel agency. Hilton stopped to look at the notices in the window with prominent displays for cruises and flights to the Caribbean .One sign advertising a safari to Kenya showed a pride of lions. Tracy looked at it telling him that she dreamed of going to Africa.  Hilton, too, wanted to visit Africa. What about it, he thought but said nothing.

Jostling through the crowd to Times Square waiting for the lighted ball fall at midnight, they became part of a friendly celebration. The ball fell and everyone joined in kissing and singing. He kept a firm hold on her to be sure she didn’t get swept away in the surging mass of people

“I’ve had enough”, she said, “The crowd is getting rough Lets get out of here and go to the hotel.” He was ready and they found their way to peace and quiet. A bottle of champagne was already in the room and they toasted the New Year together. After two glasses her blue eyes sparkled under the jet-black hair that she shook loose with a flourish.

“I have a surprise for you,” she whispered, “You must relax and enjoy what is going to happen. Do you know what it is to be a submissive?” He nodded yes but he wasn’t really sure She tuned soft music on the radio to set the mood.

“Take off  your clothes and put on this robe,” she said as she pulled some things from her overnight bag. “This is incense I got from a little shop in Harlem. It is supposed to relax the mind and heighten the senses”. She lit the incense in a special dish. The air was immediately pungent and somewhat sweet smelling. She removed her clothes and took a bottle of oil from her bag rubbing its contents on her legs, stomach, thighs and breasts so her skin glistened in the soft light of the room. Hilton felt tightness in his groin as his manhood swelled but he stayed where she wanted. She took a long soft dildo from her bag. It looked like a penis but was half as large again and she wiped it with the oil, brought it to her lips and kissed the huge knob and then rubbed it over her pussy, up and down until her labia lips opened and her pink clitoris popped into view. The vibration started as she stroked her clitoris gently until it was moist and glistening, then she inserted the huge thing into her vagina. She moved it in and out until her face flushed. Her acorn nipples stood erect. Hilton was ready to burst as he watched his beautiful young woman pleasure herself. He had never seen such an exhibition before nor been so stimulated just watching.

She laid down the dildo before she climaxed. Anal beads came out of her bag. Lying on the floor she pushed them into her ass, one bead at a time until they were all inside and only the safety cord was visible. She applied the huge vibrating dildo to her pussy until she was writhing like a snake beside the bed. The beads ground inside her anus and she sobbed through a body wracking orgasm almost in a trance. Regaining her composure she beckoned Hilton to come to her and slowly pull the anal beads out of her body. His cock throbbed against her naked body as he leaned over her to fulfill his task. 

She then placed him on the bed; his knees bent, his ass exposed and slowly inserted the beads. He felt each one push through the sphincter and up the anal passage. It felt strange but pleasant. What it would be like to be fucked in the ass, he wondered. When the beads were in place she put her lips to his cock and sucked up and down the shaft. Excited, he shifted his hips back and forth and with each movement the beads rubbed the walls. It was a wild feeling. She eventually sucked him to orgasm. Muscular spasms shook him as he had never been shaken before. Drained, she wiped him and slowly withdrew the beads. Each one plopped out with a sense of release as his sphincter contracted only to be opened again and again until they were gone.

Tracy became dominant sitting on his face demanding he suck her dry making sure no trace of her sweet juices remained. He licked and sucked with all his might but the more he did the more juice she made. “You have not done as you were told,” she shouted, “try harder.” He did and suddenly she stiffened and another giant orgasm wracked her body with a flood of sweet juice into his mouth. He licked her clean and she lay beside him kissing his lips passionately.

“Did I surprise you, my darling? I want this to be a special New Years Eve for you”. He held her whispering that it was a surprise like he had never had before. They lay together and he drifted to sleep wrapped in her arms.

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