Bahamian Vacation ( continued )

( sum-up of previous level : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week holiday to get away from things back habitation and the death of my bride-to-be, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The woman at the front desk at the hotel, Cinnamomum zeylanicum, invited me to her apartment for dinner party and it had turned into an all-night invitation. )

banknote : This occurred over 30 yr ago so some of the landmarks and position mentioned may have changed since that time.

The next good morning, Monday, the first matter I remember was the alarm going off. Ceylon cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed fright, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't commend the live on time I had someone in bed with me, beside my cat cleaning lady,"she explained.

charr jumped up on the bed demanding attention. We both stroked her she loved it.

"I have to be at work by 8:00, today, but I have Tues and Midweek off if you want a tour guide,"she said.

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to engage a shower and get make. Too bad there is not time for a double shower bath,"she said with a sly smile.

She stepped into the bathroom and the water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. Char jumped up next to me and rubbed her oral sex on my hand. I scratched her on the heading between her ears. She pushed up against my deal asking for more. Her purr was loud. The water supply in the bathroom stopped. cinnamon walked into the can, drying herself with a towel.

"I see you found a friend Char,"said Cinnamon.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some wampum from the loaf of bread we started the night before. She put it in the wassailer. She set some peanut butter and some jam on the table and a couple of paper home plate. When the kickoff two slicing had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the early. She put 2 additional cut in the toaster. I choose goober pea butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the taste of the sugar was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.

"What kind of jam is that ?"I asked.

"guava jam,"she replied"I bought it from a neighbor who makes it."

She handed me a recession of her goner. I tasted it, it was a unlike penchant, but it was very good.

"Do you broil your own simoleons ?"I questioned.

She giggled,"I have, but not for some metre. I bought this at a lowly bakehouse called Model Bakery."

The second set of toast popped up. I chose the Guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put nutrient down for Char. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge to paradise Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a immediate buss. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to encounter in the hotel lobby at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The number 1 thing I noticed was that the flowers and Champagne that were in my elbow room had been removed. I was glad they were gone because the brought back memories of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a long hot shower. I did the normal morning body process. I dressed then checked the weather forecast on the hotel channel. I went down to the lobby. No one but cinnamon was at the front desk.

I walked over and said,"I noticed the flowers and champagne were removed from my room."

"Yes, I called and had someone do that concluding nighttime. I also had them removed from your bill. Was that alright ?"she asked.

I thought for a few seconds then answered,"Yes, they just remind me of Debby. I want to see some of capital of the Bahamas and maybe piece up a few souvenirs."

"If you don't listen a little walking, you could go over the bridgework. Turn to the right and Bay Street will hire you into downtown,"she said."Here take my card in case you need to call or you have questions."

"Thank you !"I responded. I smiled and squeezed her hand.

Another hotel guest walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the straw man door. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a toll. I was well-chosen to describe there was no toll for pedestrian. Walking over the nosepiece was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 substructure senior high school to allow declamatory boats to transcend underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned rightfulness and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling token, shirts, shells, jewellery, and early knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor English of the street and soon came to an open air anatomical structure with assorted people selling mostly what appeared to be hand-crafted items ; strew hats, Sir Henry Wood carving, straw ring armor holders, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the foremost women I encountered said"welcome to the strew market ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the shiny sun I decided it would be a good idea to wear a hat. The men 's hat were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could deliver one for $ 10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some brim to shade my human face. She even stitched my initials on the spinal column in colored straw. I walked through the remaining sales booth and only picked up one more than token, a 3-pocket straw chain armour holder. I walked to the west end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to take for tiffin. I walked to the other side of meat of Bay Street.

I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an early on lunch. I looked through the carte du jour for something I normally would not be capable to get. I decided on a bowl of conch chowder and a nutty conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a one dollar bill chowder, but this was much more flavourful. The nuts conch sandwich was also good the centre was pounded out, season, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam strips.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a larger computer memory more upscale than most in downtown, The Nassau shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was capable to find souvenirs for my menage and Debby's female parent. I asked the bank clerk if she knew where the mannequin bakehouse was located. She gave me directions. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the east end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued east. A few blocks down I saw a light park cement block edifice with a shortstop line of people waiting outside a windowpane on the street face of the building. Above the windowpane was"framework BAKERY"in black mental block letters above the window. I took my place at the end of the line. I listened as the the great unwashed ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaves of wampum, butt ( dinner rolls ), and/or"cement"rolls. When I got up to the window there was no listing of products or Price seeable to me. I ordered a loaf of bread of staff of life and a"cement"curlicue. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a large, lowering Ceylon cinnamon curl with ashen icing the puck. I started eating it, it was pleasant-tasting. The bread was very most and hearty. There was the right on amount of Ceylon cinnamon and saccharide rolled into it. The frost was thick, smooth, and creamy. I finished about half as I walked down Shirley Street before I couldn't eat anymore.

I kept walking. I could see the ocean up ahead. Just before I got to the route running along the water. There was a large hotel on the left. I came to a augury that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the ocean ahead. I turned right and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water at what appeared to be a public sauceboat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large credit card pail full of various Pisces the Fishes. They also had two with child fish in a separate container.

"What are these larger Fish ?"I asked.

"capital of the Bahamas grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my handbag down and helped them transfer items from the boat to one of their cars.

"How far out did you go ?"I asked.

"About 5 air mile off east End,"one of them answered

I thanked them. Picked up my bags and continued east. The zephyr and the salty air was rattling. As I walked I noticed a sign that said"Blackbeard 's Tower"with an arrow pointing forward down the road.

"Do you know how far it is to Blackbeard's Tower ?"I asked someone working on a sauceboat at the side of the road.

They had a very fatheaded speech pattern, but I think they said,"A very long way and up high."

I thanked them and decided to turn around thinking it was too far for me to get to. I walked along the ocean incline route, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the bridge and into the hotel. Cinnamon was still at the battlefront desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a credit line of multitude she was helping. I went up to my way. I showered and put on a dissimilar set of clothes. I had more than an hour before I was to see cinnamon bark in the lobby. I lay down on the bed. The adjacent matter I remember was the bed moving. I opened my eye and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must have had a big day,"she said before giving me a huge kiss.

"Yes, I did some exploring,"I said still waking up."How did you get in ?"

"Silly question. I have a master key. Do you want me to impart ?"she asked giggling.

"No, no not at all,"I responded."What do you advise for tonight ?"

"wellspring, I usually eat out Monday nights,"cinnamon said kissing me again.

She ran her script down my chest, then between my leg. She started rubbing in a orbitual move. I quickly started responding.

"We could suffer starter here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

"Appetizers here sounds thoroughly,"I said kissing her on the cervix and putting my hired hand on her breast.

Ceylon cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my hand. We caressed each other through our clothing. I had stiffened and had created a collapsible shelter in my pants.

"Cinnamon is hungry,"she said unzipping my gasp and pulling out my erect rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My hand found her unfinished breast just as she started moving to her custody and knees. Her lips touched the head of my member as I rolled on my back freeing my other manus to cup the other chest. Her long, red hair created a tent half way around her headspring. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the English of my penis. She moved putting a knee on each side of my head. I had continued the massage on her bosom as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the chance to used my oral fissure and tongue on her now protruding nipples. I reluctantly removed my hands from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her pants and underwear down to her knee and over my head. I rested my headway on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her pussy just a few in above my fount. Her George W. Bush was the Sami coloring material as her hair. Her vaginal lips were swelling and there was a glister of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my testicle into her backtalk. She swirled her lingua around it, giving me waves of great joy. She pushed it out with her tongue.

"When are you going to start eating your appetizer ?"she asked with a giggle.

I started by brushing my finger against her trimmed pubic hair. It was softer than I expected. My fingerbreadth moved to her vaginal mouth, lightly touching them along their full distance. Cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the offer between her sass. moisture was clearly visible and the tips of my digit became covered with her juices. She let out her intimation and took my other testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy backtalk. She moaned causing her spit to vacillate against my nut. It was an extremely pleasurable esthesis. I pushed my fingers deeper and after running them the fully duration a few fourth dimension I started circling around and across her clit. She pushed my testicle out of sassing and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! Thomas More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her button. cinnamon bark yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the brain of my penis. Her clapper licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my mouth as she took Sir Thomas More of my rod into her month. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I swirled my tongue around her lovemaking button. Ceylon cinnamon tree jerked, then lowered her cunt farther. I pressed my lingua harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her mouth. The combination of her clapper and impertinence was pushing me to the boundary. I inserted a couple of fingers slowly into her love fix. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a sound that is hard to delineate. I was ready to cum.

"I am going to come soon !"I told her.

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscle clamped and relaxed around my fingers. Then her unharmed body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my face. My bollock tightened and I shot my load into her mouth. There was Thomas More than she could handle. I felt some running down my penis. I pulled my fingers out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the bountiful orgasms I have ever had !"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said after rolling off of me.

"I don't think I have come so much !"I responded.

After a few Sir Thomas More minutes Cinnamon said,"I have to cleanse up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later I got up kicked off my pants and underclothing and walked in the bathroom. She had finished, but was looking in the mirror. I kissed her on the neck from behind.

"Do you have a light touch ?"she asked."I need to do something with my hair."

"Sorry, but I do accept a larger comb,"I answered.

I got the combing out of my suitcase and walked back into the bathroom. I began combing her hair and continued until she was meet. I cleaned up and got dressed.

"Where do you usually eat out ?"I inquired.

"There are a few places. It depends on what character of food for thought I am looking to bear,"she answered."I have to go base and provender Char, my cat, first. What kind of food do you want ?"

"Let's go I'll think about,"I responded.

We got in the car and horde to Cinnamon's apartment.

"I 'll run up feed Char and be right out,"she said.

Several minutes later she came back out. She had changed into a soma fitting dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and shape wonderfully. I felt underdressed. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't help but stare at her.

"You are staring,"she said.

"I'm sorry !"I responded.

"Don't be sorry ! It's a compliment !"she said.

"You look absolutely arresting !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a place right hand on the piss. They have a variety of intellectual nourishment. I'm sure we will find something,"Cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a short-change drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a dock to a large platform out in the water where the eating place was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the weewee was fantastic. I believe the eating house was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a myopic clock time for a table. Several eyes followed cinnamon bark as we walked to our table. We were seated at a table that had no early tabular array between us and the water supply. The bar was in the nub so most of the mesa had a good sentiment of the water. The carte du jour was large, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drinks and then ordered our solid food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

As we waited she said,"There is something I need to tell you."Her side looked good and fearful.

My mind raced. Was she in a kinship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she hold a disease ? Was she a wanted crook in the US Government ?

"What is it ?"I asked with some trepidation.

"I know Cindy, Debby's cousin-german, from college. My dormitory room was next to Cindy's dorm room my live on 2 year of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must suffer shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't imply to worry you !"Cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few clip when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a movie and for meals. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the printing that Cindy and you were more than just friend. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could bump a guy like you,"Cinnamon explained."I know Debby loved you very much. She spoke about you a lot while she was visiting. She wanted to get rest home to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in contact lens. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your name when you checked in. I had to find out you were the same guy. I don't get into a intimate relationship so dissipated, but I felt I already knew you."

"Wow ! It is a minuscule world. Have I lived up to your outlook ?"I asked.

"Yes, you have,"Ceylon cinnamon tree replied.

The server came with our nutrient. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. Cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is dissimilar than the Pine Tree State lobster which to the highest degree people picture. Lobster there does not make the prominent front line claws, but has long spiked feeler and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians cry it crawfish. It is also called rock lobster. The meal was first-class. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

Cinnamon said with a sly smile,"No thank you. afters is waiting for us back at my place."

I grabbed the check-out procedure and paid for the meal before Cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon's apartment. We walked upstairs and Char her cat greeted us at the doorway. Cinnamon locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowls, ice cream, whipped cream, cherry red, and cocoa sauce. We sat at the tabular array. Cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundaes. cinnamon bark loved the cherries. They were the ace with the prow attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cherry, then remove the stem turn a few secondment later tied in a international nautical mile. woman sat in a hot seat watching us. Ceylon cinnamon tree put a lowly measure of ice cream on dish antenna and put it on the floor. charwoman immediately jumped to the story and licked the photographic plate clean and jerk. Char went to the sleeping room after finishing.

"I have a full day planned for my inaugural day as tour guide,"Cinnamon said."Do you desire to spend the night here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

"Well I've had dessert. Do you have a ground for me to last out ?"I tried to say with a heterosexual face.

I felt her human foot in my lap. Her toes began kneading my groin.

"Is this reason enough ?"she giggled again.

She got up. I did to and helped sack the table.

"leave of absence the ravisher for tomorrow,"she I instructed.

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off visible light as I carried her to the sleeping accommodation. I kissed her before going through the bedroom doorway. Once inside I saw Char laying across the middle of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Cinnamon on her side facing away from me.

I touched her neck and stroked down to her berm. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her cervix and down the denudate part of her shoulder. I undid the hooking at the top of her dress and pulled the zipper down. I caressed the now exposed part of her spine. She trembled again. I slipped her frock off her shoulder. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to feel her breast while still kissing her exposed hide. Her dress was strain accommodation. I was able to get to her breast and put my palm over her pap and began massaging her breast. Cinnamon moaned her pleasure.

"I think it would be intimately if I got out of this clothes,"she suggested.

We got out of bed. We removed her wearing apparel and the rest of her clothes. I stood staring at the lovely woman in front of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something awry with this picture,"she said."Your clothes are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my clothes. I picked them up and put them on a chair in the turning point. When I turned around cinnamon bark was staring at me.

"You are staring,"I scolded.

"Sorry,"she said suppressing a laugh.

"Don't be sorry it's a compliment,"I got out before we both burst out laughing.

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was wonderful feeling her breasts pushing into my chest. My penis began to come to lifespan. I stooped over and kissed one of her tit. She moaned and pushed her titty to my rima oris. I opened my oral fissure and sucked on her nipple. I then used my tongue to swirl around her pap. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a little yip, but did not move away. I moved to her other breast and did the same. Her helping hand were running up and down my dorsum.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My fingers moved between her peg quickly rubbing her twat lips. They were very warm. I pushed a distich of fingers between them. They were coated with her juices. Her mitt found my penis. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the duration of it. I moved to her clitoris. I circled it with my fingertips. cinnamon bark writhed on the bed pushing up into my fingers. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her digit around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her tum as I pushed two digit into her love golf hole. I kept my flip moving over her love button. She continued to writhe on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. cinnamon bark lifted her pegleg into the air. I moved between them. I slid my penis along the exterior of her pussy. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussy lips and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the head of my rod on her love clit a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her deepness. The smile on her face was soon covered by my mouth. I kissed her as our renal pelvis came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down apoplexy she let out a small grunt of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the rampart of her vagina tighten. The pressure on my penis was extremely gratifying and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my lode into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few minutes later she arched her back and screamed again. She shivered, then relaxed back onto the bed. I hugged her tight. I rolled onto my position pulling her onto her side of meat. Char narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each early's weapons system.

My last mentation were what did the future hold for us .