Bahama Islands Vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a misstep to get away from computer memory after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, capital of the Bahamas, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the death three Nox together. She has 2 days off yesterday she was my tour usher in Nassau. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her co-workers. )

I awoke with my arm still around Ceylon cinnamon tree. I listened to her slow unwavering breathing. I smelled the enticing scent of her hair. I was thinking how vex it was that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in playboy. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed. It was 4:40 in the aurora. We had to be at the dock at 6:00 to fit of guide. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The phone rang. Cinnamon awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her slope of the bed.

"Hello ! Ok thanks !"she said as she hung up the speech sound."That was our wake-up call."

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the grotesque view of her defenseless body as she walked to the toilet. The exhibitioner came on and she closed the shower mantle. She finished and I took my cascade. As soon as we were make we were on our way. We arrived at the dockage and a tall Black person was standing there near a 17 foot Boston whaler.

"Andy this is Robert,"Ceylon cinnamon said when we got to the boat.

We got aboard and I shook hired hand with Henry Martyn Robert. Ceylon cinnamon tree and I sat down on the rear end behind him and we left the dock. We headed toward the east end of the island. Henry M. Robert stopped by an island Orient of promised land Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a couple of minutes. I am going to drop a couple of Pisces the Fishes gob before we go out farther to angle,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with hollow charge plate gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed east SE. The urine got deeper. We continued several naut mi until New Providence, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The piddle began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smooth. Robert slowed the sauceboat and gazed across the piddle.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"shallow,"he answered."They are bumpy organization with plant life and Pisces the Fishes surrounded by egg white sand."

We headed to a large dark smear in the water. Robert put the engines in neutral and grabbed a H2O glass. The water glass looked like a wooden pail with glass on the large end. Henry Martyn Robert leaned over the side and moved the weewee methamphetamine hydrochloride around looking for something.

"This will do for a starting stop,"Robert said.

His accent mark was thick, but still was easy to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 pes. Put the railway locomotive in neutral, then put the anchor overboard. He let out rope until stern was about 10 feet from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor R-2 from one side of meat of the bow to the other. The stern swung over and lined up better with the shallow.

"We use drop lines here for these fish,"Robert explained.

He prepared the bloodline and the decoy, conch. I had never seen a alive conch before. The animal from inside the beautiful shell was mostly white, but there was a disconsolate part up near the gad. The spur track looked like credit card. There were also some orange share. Robert cut the orange tree character up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the E. B. White theatrical role and put these art object on the hooks. He handed cinnamon and I each a spool with the come-on and a tip sinker.

"drop-off the hook and sinker just over the side. Let out line until you do n't feel the exercising weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 Thomas More feet,"Robert instructed."Then pull up the line and let it light on the tail of the gravy holder. Do n't loop the parentage around your fingers, wrist, or helping hand. You will get a bad burn or cut from the subscriber line if a fish is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our origin back in Ceylon cinnamon tree screamed.

"I have a fish on my line !"she exclaimed.

"twist it in nice and unfluctuating,"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

I continued to pull in my line as I watched Cinnamon. Soon Ceylon cinnamon tree had her Pisces out of water. Robert stepped over and brought it into the gravy boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few moment for us to see. It was 8-10 inch long and was blue and lily-livered striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a grunt, you can order why,"Robert said as he put it in a enceinte plastic pail partly filled with water."Good eatin'."

He threw some of the orange composition out toward the shallow. He baited Cinnamon's draw and threw it out toward the shoal.

"Give it line until it reaches fanny, then pull it taut."Henry M. Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Henry M. Robert's example and threw my occupation also. Soon Cinnamon screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my tune, set the hook, and began pulling in my offset fish. Cinnamon had another grunt about the Saami size as her first. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My fish was longer and diluent.

As he took my fish off the draw Henry M. Robert said,"This is a yellowtail snapper."

The fish was blue on top and derriere with a yellowish stripe from the gills to the rear end. We continued fishing for the side by side 90 minute or so. We had caught about 20 fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said,"metre to move on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few Fish before there was a big tug on my line as I was pulling in a Fish. Then there was nil. I pulled up the rest of the line. There was aught on the line, no lure, no doughnut, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Robert."We can either catch him or move. What do you need ?"

"well Ceylon cinnamon tree, catching a Barracuda would make believe for an matter to memory board and a good story,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it serious ?"Cinnamon asked.

"I've done it before. Just receive to be careful if it gets in the gravy holder and starts flopping around,"said Robert.

Henry M. Robert got out another fishing line. It had a wire drawing card, a declamatory hook, and was much thicker. He took one of the smaller fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the origin. He unwound a good amount of line and then threw the plume fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the surface of the pee. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the melodic line. He got it back in the boat and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Robert yelled.

There was definitely large dark shape moving toward the Fish on the end of the pedigree. The line went taut. Henry Martyn Robert jerked the pedigree setting the hook. He gave the Pisces the Fishes some line and then pulled back when he could fighting with the substantial fish. He was able to clear line a ft or so at a time.

"Do you want to palpate the combat in this one ?"he asked me.

I went over and he passed me the line. This was like no other fish I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the fish struggled I could only hold it unfaltering or commit it back a fiddling line.

"keep the line taut. If you give a cuda slack it can chew through the alloy loss leader,"Robert instructed.

20 or 25 minutes later the barracuda was coming up next to the gravy holder. Henry Martyn Robert had grabbed a 2x4 with a handle carved out of one end. He had used this to pound the conch to soften it up. He called it a bruiser.

As Cinnamon watched, she said,"Be careful !"

She sounded a lilliputian frightened. The Pisces the Fishes was now along side the boat.

"aerodynamic lift it's head out of the water !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inches of the Fish out of the body of water, Robert hit the barracuda several times with the bruiser. The fish looked hitch. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the Pisces into the boat. It was about 4 feet long. Robert stuck the handle of the Samson into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had sharp-worded teeth and an wild look. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know someone who will pay me for this, take and bestride it, and then betray it,"Henry M. Robert said.

We began fishing again, but didn't even get a nibble.

After respective minutes Robert said,"The cuda pushed the other fish into hiding. We should travel elsewhere."

We moved to another shoal. After anchoring we began fishing again. After catching a few Fish, Ceylon cinnamon tree got something on her line.

"assistance ! I can't pull it in,"she called out.

Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am sure I did. It jerked and pulled a couple of times,"she said."I got a couple of pulls in then couldn't root for anymore."

Henry Martyn Robert took the line and pulled it a distich of different counsel. The line came free then went tight again.

"The fish is still on the line. The line must have gotten caught on the shallow,"Robert said giving the line back to Cinnamon.

I watched as Cinnamomum zeylanicum pulled in the fish. When she got the fish into the boat, it was a large, gray, roundish-shaped fish. Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

"They call this a trigger fish. Let me show you why. Andy push the big spine down,"Robert said.

The fish had a large spine and a small spikelet on it's back. I pushed on the larger acantha. It wouldn't move.

"cinnamon, you push the spine down,"gown requested.

Cinnamon pushed the spine and it went down easily.

"It's a joke,"explained Henry M. Robert."To get the large spine to fall in you must push down the smaller vertebral column. That's why it is called a trigger fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

"We are going to have to go in soon. There's weather condition coming in,"he said pointing out to the south.

"Let's go in now,"said Cinnamon looking worried.

Henry Martyn Robert started the railway locomotive and started pulling up the anchor. We wound up our fishing origin. With the linchpin aboard we started back to New Providence.

"We have to retrieve my fish traps,"Robert said.

As we neared the spot we had dropped the maw, Robert slowed the railway locomotive. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along incline one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the lying in wait were a couple of Pisces the Fishes and 4 ecrevisse, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second base trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the weewee his side had a look of disappointment. Then as it broke the airfoil his expression turned to fear.

"Get back !"he shouted.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the side of the boat and quickly put it down on the deck.

"There's a moray eel in the trap !"Henry Martyn Robert shouted."Andy find the large knife and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his seat and found both the knife and the tomahawk. Each had a instance covering their blade. I removed the character and set them on his seat.

"Which do you want first ?"I asked.

"The tomahawk, then the tongue soon after,"he responded.

I handed Robert the Robert the tomahawk and waited for him to ask for the knife.

"Be deliberate,"Cinnamon said.

Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the chief using the handle of the tomahawk sticking it through the hatchway in the trap. The eel made a speech sound I can only describe as a hiss.

"handwriting me the tongue !"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

I gave him the tongue. He stuck the tongue in and severed the eel's head. Cinnamon had turned away. The shadow parcel flopped a few sentence then stopped. Robert sighed in relief.

"These things are evil. Their tooth curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can't puff away,"Robert explained.

The eel looked to be about two and half feet long. cinnamon and I had seen a belittled one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Henry M. Robert took the fish sand trap opened the door and shook out the subject. Then dunked the snare a couple of sentence to cleanse it. Soon we were heading back to the bobtail. We stopped at a dockside gas pump and filled the fuel armoured combat vehicle. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the spot we started.

"Look !"said Henry M. Robert pointing toward the eastward end of the island.

There was a thunder violent storm that appeared to be over the field we had been fishing about an hour earlier.

"I'll clean the fish. Ceylon cinnamon you can set up with Holly to peck them up,"Robert said.

I assumed holly was his wife that worked with Cinnamon. I paid him the measure that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and drove to Cinnamon's apartment. We walked into her flat and were confronted by her cat cleaning woman. It sounded like char was upset that Ceylon cinnamon tree had not come family last night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her.

"I'm taking a shower,"she said going to the bedroom.

I heard the pee come on, but not the shower. She came out the chamber completely undressed.

"Are you waiting for an engraved invitation ?"she asked before turning around and going back into the bedroom.

I went into the bedroom, strip down, and then walked into the bathroom. cinnamon was standing in the bathtub tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

"Don't be lamentable. It's a compliment,"she said.

I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. Cinnamon turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample breasts pressing into my chest. The hot water system was running down her cover. I rubbed my work force down her back and down to her cycle ass. We kissed, exploring each other's oral cavity with our lingua. I began to tighten, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled us squiffy together.

Cinnamon pulled her rima oris away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't wait to get your 'eel'in spite of appearance me."

She laughed. She reached between our bodies searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my member. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the point of being abominable pushing up against her. cinnamon bark knelt down in the tub in front of me. My member rubbed up her belly, and across one of her bosom as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her lips when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my chest. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her tongue swirled around it before she took it into her mouth. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her tongue on the tip. Slowly she took Sir Thomas More of me into her sass. She cupped her hands around each of my glob. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her foreland, encouraging her to take in me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my hands to her shoulders and massaged them. Ceylon cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace. I held off thrusting, not wanting her to gag again. Soon I was on the brink of cumming.

"I'm going to cum,"I said.

She continued and I exploded down her throat. She sucked me dry, then pulled back.

"So this is what eel gustation like,"she giggled.

She stood back up. We hugged. I leaned over and took one of her teat into my mouth. She moaned satisfied, pushing my mouth tighter to her breast.

"Can we swap positions ? I've had enough water on my dorsum,"she insisted.

We turned around until my binding was facing the water. I moved to her other bosom. I sucked hard and nibbled lightly on her mamilla. She jerked a little, then pushed my head against her bureau. I moved lower kissing down her stomach to her belly button. I put my finger in her navel and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That flavour weird and sort of tickles. Not bad Wyrd, just different."

I stuck my spit in her bellybutton and wiggled it around. She shivered.

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water was cascading down the front of her and on to my case. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her brim open with my fingers. My tongue moved over and around her button. Cinnamomum zeylanicum moaned loudly. Her hands pushed my question into her kitty. I licked harder and faster trying not to drown in the process. I pushed one finger, then two into her making love hole. I let them explore inside her. Cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard Char meow from the guidance of the door leading to the bedroom.

"Char everything is f… ”, her voice trailed off as her body stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my mouth and tongue. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her human knee began to collapse. I grabbed her legs to support her. She put her hands on my shoulders to brace herself. charwoman poked her straits around the corner of the shower curtain the management I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

cinnamon bark looked back over her shoulder.

"charr you never come in when the shower is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Cinnamon said as Char disappeared."I'll wash your hair since it is already wet, if you wash mine after."

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo. She worked up a suds and gently washed my tomentum. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched posture. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the quite a little and feel of her adorable red ringlet. My hands made their way from her head down to her low-toned book binding. I couldn't help myself. My hands continued down to her ass cheeks. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head was lowered.

"Do you want me to fill the bathing tub tub ?"she asked.

"Sure,"I said realizing our naked time together was not over.

She set the tub to be filled and switched the shower off. The tub began to take. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her leg inside mine. The water system rose until it covered our ramification. cinnamon bark turned the piss off. I rubbed her calfskin and as far up her thighs as I could accomplish. She rubbed my calves which were a little sore from keeping my balance on the gravy holder as it rocked in the wave. Cinnamon slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the water was lapping at the safety drainage. Her mitt circle my already growing fellow member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her snatch with one hand and her plenteous breast with the former. I slid my fingers up and down the length of her kitty-cat lips and squeezed her white meat gently as I massaged it. Her pap was erect and hard. She tipped her oral sex back enjoying the sensory faculty.

"I want you inside me before you cum !"she said emphatically.

I was fully erect and loved the feeling of the tender piss and her hands bringing me finisher and closer to the boundary. I inserted two finger into her and put my thumb on her love release. Her speech sound rang. We both paused for a sec, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine thrill on and fill the call. ( This was the ahead of time 80's in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas, voicemail was not uncommitted. ) Cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love hole. I moved both hands to her tit. I slid into her as she continued to incite forward. She was sloshed and sly inside. Our hip met. We hugged each other for more than a minute. We both started thrusting, making the piddle in the tub spattering around. Each metre we bumped each other Ceylon cinnamon tree let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some water splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"Keep going, hard and fast,"she said.

I increased my stride and she hers. We banged together for almost some time before I shot my load inside her. Ceylon cinnamon grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal muscles clamped around me, then spasmed the length of my rod. When she stopped shivering she lay down in the tub with her head resting on the far end. I lay back resting my psyche on the other end. I remained inside her for a short time before I slid out. The water began to cool and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

"I'm going to wash our clothes,"cinnamon said."There's a robe hanging in my closet."

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the lavation machine scratch. I sat down in the living room.

"I'm going to listen to the content on the machine,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few moment later she came out.

"Holly invited us to dinner tonight. Should I say we'll be there ?"cinnamon bark asked.

"Sure they have been so helpful,"I replied.

Ceylon cinnamon tree called Charles Hardin Holley and accepted. She finished the laundry. We got dressed.

"cinnamon,"I paused."Do … do you birth a copy of the man-about-town you were in ?"

"Yes, I do !"she answered."Would you like to see it ?"

"Yes !"I said.

She disappeared into the bedroom. She had a magazine in her hand. She opened it and handed it to me.

"I'm on the broken left,"she said as if I wouldn't greet her."Do n't be looking at the former photos !"

I looked at her picture show. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very little. In her icon she was completely naked. It pictured her from the human knee on up. Her font and breasts were directly facing the photographic camera. She was slightly turned at the shank so her pubic haircloth and slit were not visible.

"Which do you like meliorate ?"she asked.

"I like the substantial thing better than a picture,"I responded."I'm a hands-on form of guy !"

She smiled and kissed me. We waited to leave for supper .