Bahama Islands Vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a misstep to get away from retentiveness after my fiancee 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two nights together. She has the future two days off and has offered to be my turn guide. )

I woke up in the morning in Cinnamon's bed at her apartment. I still had my arms around her, however during the dark she had turned and was facing away from me. I was snuggled up close to her. I loved the smell of her tomentum. I was not for certain if it was her shampoo or perfume. My penis was slightly put up and nestled between her butt cheeks. I did not want to wake cinnamon bark. It felt rattling just laying here side by side to her. Her skin was so smooth and easy. About a hr later she began to evoke. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fright in her eye. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

"Good morning !"she said."I just am not used to waking up with someone else in my bed."

We kissed, then she turned her head teacher back. I kissed her on the neck opening. She purred.

"We need to get ready for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to locomote this look so practiced. Do you need to go back to the hotel for clothes ?"

I thought for a few seconds and answered,"No. I only wore the apparel I have here for a few 60 minutes last night."

"trade good ! That gives us a more clip before we leave,"she said.

Her cat charr jumped up on the bed and walked up and meowed in Cinnamomum zeylanicum's face.

"She wants to be fed. She won't leave me alone until that happens,"she said.

cinnamon bark got up and went to the kitchen. In a few second she came back into the sleeping accommodation. I watched her breasts bounce as she walked toward the bed.

"Do you want to toy ‘ Follow the Leader'?"she asked.

"With you leading I will definitely follow !"I answered.

She took my bridge player. I got out of bed and followed her into the john. I intently watched her tight derriere end as she walked in front of me. She turned on the shower bath, adjusted the temperature, then guided me in. She shut the shower drapery behind us.

"Hold out your hands,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquid soap in them, then put some in her hand. She started by rubbing soap on my chest. I returned the favour. Soaping her boob. She tipped her promontory back and enjoyed my hands moving around her nipples. Ceylon cinnamon moved down to my stomach, then down to my penis and clump. Sliding her hired man all around my appendage. I was already fully erect. I moved my hand around to her binding and caressed her back from shoulder down to her rear end. She reached around to my rear end pulling near to her. My member was now trapped between our bodies with the foreland pressing against her navel. I grabbed her tail end with both manus. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, firm nerve. She moaned running her hired man up and down my rachis. I moved my fingers between her butt cheeks. I circled a twosome of digit around her ass maw. She pushed back against them. I pushed my digit inside. She was extremely stringent and her sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my other script to her front and lathered her pubic hair's-breadth and twat brim. She began pumping my penis with her script. I soaped her lie with push button to groan of pleasure. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two fingers inside her love hole to a gasp from Cinnamomum zeylanicum. I had fingers moving in and out of her front and her rear.

"piece of ass me Andy ! Fuck me !"she yelled.

I pushed her back against the bulwark and used my hired hand to guide my erection into her vagina. I continued to move my fingers in the back as Charles Herbert Best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my cock into her with Cinnamomum zeylanicum gasping for breathing spell. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck to hold from collapsing on the floor. I pushed one finally fourth dimension into her and then exploded into her. Ceylon cinnamon groaned and shook as she reached her orgasm. Her vaginal heftiness clamped around me, squeezing the last of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

"No ( breathing place ), no ( breathing space ), more,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the water system was tuning down her back. She regained her breath, then turned to face the cascade. I put some more soap on my hands and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the nursing bottle of shampoo and started working it into her tomentum. There was the perfume I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her hair. She had a lot of whisker. It reached to the midsection of her back. I loved the sheeny red colouration. She bent over to wash her hair's-breadth. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect penis. It slipped between her cheeks and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

"Not now, maybe another sentence. The hot water will be running out soon,"she explained.

"Ok, I really wasn't hard enough and it just happened to get there,"I replied."Let's switch ends so I can wash my hair."

We repositioned so I could wet my fuzz. As soon as my hair was wet Cinnamon began shampooing my whisker. I don't think anyone else had washed my hair since my mother did it when I was a child. It felt good. The water quickly was becoming ice chest. I rinsed quickly. We changed situation again and Cinnamomum zeylanicum rinsed a few billet on her consistence that had been missed before. She turned the water off. We used the towels on the retort to dry each other. This was nearly as exciting as the fourth dimension in the exhibitor. Her skin from head to foot was nearly unflawed. Yes, she had a heavy number of lentigo, but these just added to her beauty. I brushed her pilus after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a warm breakfast, she put down dry food and a bowl of piddle for Char, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the wholly day. Is there anything you know you want to do ?"she asked before starting the engine.

"wellspring, yesterday when I went exploring I saw a star sign for Blackbeard's Tower toward the eastward end of the island. I 've always had some enchantment with sea robber,"I said."And I … ah … never mind."

"What is it ? You can say anything,"Cinnamon queried.

I waited then said,"Yesterday I came across some men who had been out fishing. Fishing here would be an interesting experience. But that would command a lot of planning before hand."

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go fishing with my father in Wisconsin,"Cinnamon said."We will try to find Blackbeard's Tower later today. I do give to stop at the hotel before we start our day."

We drove off and went across the bridge circuit to paradise Island. She parked outside the main entrance. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 minutes later she returned. We drove off back over the bridge circuit to Nassau.

"We are going to the fagot 's staircase, the weewee tug, and Fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the seat of the stairs. The Queen's Staircase is 66 whole tone that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the last voice of the 1700 's. It was renamed Queen's Staircase for the reign of Queen Victoria who had freed the hard worker in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas and reigned for 64 year. I learned later that one of the footprint had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a phone number of vendors selling particular that were compensate out of the downtown straw marketplace. Cinnamon and I took pictorial matter of the other standing at the bottom of the steps. One of the men selling items offered to withdraw a motion-picture show of both of us for a dollar mark. I gave him the money and he took the picture. Ceylon cinnamon tree and I walked up the step holding script. To one position of the stairs there was a low waterfall cascading down toward the bottom. I noticed various men turning their heads to expect at Cinnamon. Some had an expression of realization on their boldness. cinnamon bark was a very beautiful woman so I could sympathise them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a telephone number of picture post cards and a short book with information regarding the stairway, H2O tugboat, and fortress. This was the highest compass point on the island. It made sense that the water tower and fort were located here. The stairs were constructed to make it gentle to get to the in high spirits pointedness where the fort was located. Again I noticed several men turning their header as Cinnamon passed. We paid a small fee to go to the top of the water tug. We took the elevator to the top, the elevator operator recited a inadequate history of the water tugboat and statistics regarding it 's top. I handed him a couple of clam as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observation pack of cards and could view the unit island since the sky was clear. It was a marvelous visual sense. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the worldwide counsel of the airport. Again we took exposure of each other with various purview in the setting. A young boy offered to guide a picture of both of us. He stood on a terrace and took our picture. I handed him a span of dollars when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the spiral staircase to the bottom.

We then walked over to Fort Fincastle. The fort was shaped like a paddle gravy boat apparently to cozen ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a fort it had a number of shank to be used if unfriendly ships approached. We walked around the garrison, but did not take the"official"tour. Again there were a number of men taking more than than a casual notice of Cinnamon. Some with an locution of identification. We left the fort and went back down the Queen's Staircase to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few second we came to another fort, garrison Charlotte. This was a much larger fortress. We walked across the bridge deck over the dry moat. We joined a radical that was gathering for a turn. There were about 20 of us when the tour started. Our duty tour guide went through the history of the fort, inject sense of humor as he did. We completed the upper layer and moved to the scummy storey. On the lower level there were dungeons with mannequins depicting tortures that may have taken seat.

When we came to the rack the tour guide said,"And this is how they created participant for the NBA."

most everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the lower level. The guide told us to stay around for the inflammation of the cannon at noon. I handed the guide $ 5 as we exited the dispirited spirit level. The firing of the cannon was in 15 minute so we waited around. We took characterisation of each other standing by one of the cannon. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to assume a picture of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious notice of cinnamon bark. A young man was telling the group about the shank. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to lade it with a partial electric charge. He prepared the carom and guesswork it with a loud boom. The cannon rocked back a short distance then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a quick lunch, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our entrance money. We walked along the path with our arms around each other. We looked at several of the plant and fauna that were on display. We got to the sum of the gardens. There was a opened sphere with judiciary arranged in a semi-circle. the great unwashed were gathering for"The Mar of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to occur in about 15 instant. The flight simulator stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The flight simulator asked if anyone would wish to step into the lot and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamon to go out so I could get a few pictures. The flamingos surrounded her and I took respective word-painting. After the show ended we walked over to the sea life sentence region. There were a number of Pisces the Fishes and other interesting sea creatures. We came around the corner and there was a declamatory shallow syndicate with a number of sea turtles.

A man came out and asked,"Would like to see the turtleneck close up."

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the syndicate and secured one of the turtle. Additional masses gathered around the pool. He brought the turtle over to the English of the pool.

"This is a immature sea turtle,"he explained.

He allowed us to extend to the spine of it's shell. He then tipped the turtle up with it's brain and front flippers in the air. We touched the eggshell on its stomach. It was smoother than the shell on it's back. He gave others the same chance. He next secured another turtleneck.

"This is a hawksbill turtleneck,"he said.

This turtleneck had a curved beak and beautiful carapace and skin coloration. It was much minuscule than the other turtleneck and he was able to lift it completely out if the water. It flapped it's forepart flippers and looked like it was trying to fly.

"I can't let you touch it. It may burn,"he warned.

He had a box for donations and I left a generous one. We walked into the talent shop.

cinnamon bark tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of capsize shells. Sea turtles are endangered and you can't conduct turtle ware into the the States"

There was a lot of polo-neck shell jewelry. Much of it was fairly expensive. The next display guinea pig had a pick of sofa shell jewelry. When Cinnamon was looking at some other particular, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch racing shell pendant shaped like a centre. We left the gift shop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"Cinnamon asked.

"Something for my mother,"I answered.

"Do you still want to try to feel Edward Teach's Tower ? ”, Cinnamon asked.

"Yes, let's try ! It was east of fortress Montagu on the road along the water,"I informed her.

We drove to the place I had seen the sign the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a sign by a gravel area big enough for maybe 4 car to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a narrow down lead that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Cinnamon only because she had gotten to the start of the path first. I watched her hindquarters end as she walked in front of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front of me. The trail got steeper as we went. An old stone body structure came into sight as the itinerary became a crumbling set of stone steps.

"We are almost there,"I said to Cinnamon.

A couple came down the step toward us. I recognized the adult female first, then the man. They were the duet from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a secure feel at Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the tower. There was a metal sign that that difficult to read because it was corroded. It said a little about the towboat. It was built in the 1700's, but the detergent builder are not known for certain. We went into the pillar and managed to climb to the top. From the top we had a good vista of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a good vantage period to see entry ships and score some kind of signal to early parts of the island.

I kissed Ceylon cinnamon tree and said,"Thanks for a wonderful day."

She hugged me tight. I seemed she didn't want let go. She kissed my neck opening and lightly nibbled on my ear.

"I want to be a pirate 's wench,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum whispered in my ear.

She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a routine of houses that had a prospect of the top of the towboat. I suggested we move to the depressed horizontal surface. I got down first and helped Cinnamon down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my gasp and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankle. I pulled down her pants and scanty. We kicked off our shoes and wearing apparel. I looked intently at the beautiful naked woman in strawman of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my hands on her breasts.

"Ye have ample bosoms my wench,"I said trying to do my best pirate imitation.

"What are your purpose you swarthy brute,"she responded.

"I intend to have my way with you and ravish you,"I said.

I pressed my hands into her breasts and massaged them. I pushed her up against a liquid portion of the Edward Durell Stone wall. I kissed her intemperate and pushed my tongue against her lip and she opened her lips to set aside it's entering. Cinnamon moaned into my rima oris. She grabbed my ass boldness and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridgepole at the stem of the wall. My erect penis pushed between her legs then up the sally between her butt cheeks. It was a strange genius with the top of penis pressed against her ardent body and the underside against the cooler rock wall. I moved a hand down between her pegleg and located her pussy. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingers between her pussy lip.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye shit me feel so good."

I moved my fingers along her vaginal lips. She pushed into them. I found her button and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.

She again nibbled on my ear and then whispered,"Continue my dark-skinned beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my fingers rubbed over her lovemaking button. I pressed down and moved my fingers in a bill motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the rampart and her ass cheeks. My balls bumped against her thighs with each move forward. I pushed one and then a second finger's breadth into her love hole. Her vaginal paries pressed around my fingerbreadth. I thrust them in and out to groan of favourable reception.

"I'm ready for you to ‘ shiver me forest ’,"I whispered in her ear.

She continued to moan. She pushed her chest and renal pelvis into my welcoming hands.

"If your cannonballs are ready you should load your cannon !"Ceylon cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"cannon"have access to her love golf hole. She guided me into her. Her warm hired hand felt thoroughly compared to the cold wall the bottom of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, tight love tunnel.

"Time to prime your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my carom. My fingers moved back to her clit. For several minutes we continued pounding against each other. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid atmospheric condition of the sunny afternoon. The odour of the common salt air just added to the pleasure we both were feeling.

"The cannon is primed !"I said to her between breaths.

"flame when ready !"cinnamon bark returned, just as I felt her clamp around my cannon.

"The fusee is lit,"I said as my balls tightened."Firing !"I shouted as her climax took over her body.

I shot my encumbrance into her, shivered, and kept pumping. cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her body stiffened and her weaponry and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her s coming. I continued to pump.

"Stop, stop !"she exclaimed."You hit your target."

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me forest,"I responded.

We held each other until our breathing returned to pattern and at least my heart stopped pounding in my chest. We gathered our apparel and began getting dressed. I helped Ceylon cinnamon tree with her bra. We heard the voice of children saying Blackbeard's Tower coming from down the lead. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the tumble stairs. At the end of the whole tone where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 untested male child maybe 12 and 10. A few endorsement later a younger girl passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a long look Cinnamon.

The mother said,"Hi ! How much farther ?"

"Not far, a petty over 100 understructure, but it gets steeper,"I replied.

She thanked me as we all continued on our way. We got back to the car and drove to her apartment.

"I am going to go feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to stay here or issue forth up ?"Cinnamon asked.

"I'll just hitch here, unless there is something I can facilitate you with,"I replied.

"No, I will be right back out,"she said.

While I waited in the car, I again wondered about all the men who had taken finical card of cinnamon today. Some with a touch of recognition. In a few minute Cinnamon got back in the car.

"I have some news,"she said."Do you still want to try sportfishing ?"

"Yes,"I replied."But it is too late."

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The husband of somebody I work with takes masses out fishing for a aliveness. He usually takes Tuesday and Midweek off, but agreed to takes us out for half monetary value if we pay for gas, and bait."

"That sounds wonderful ! Thank you !"I said.

"Do you mind us staying in your hotel way ? We could order room serving and get to bed former,"cinnamon bark said."We are supposed to meet Ken at the dock at six."

"Sound honest to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge to Shangri-la Island. She parked in the employee area and we went up to my elbow room. I realized this was going to be the first night I would spend in my room. Cinnamon ordered for us and got our meals for relieve. We watched television as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were undressed and in bed with me snuggled up to her back with my arm around her. I cupped her bosom with my mitt. I squeezed it lightly.

"That feels good,"said cinnamon."But no sex tonight. I am a little sore."

"I understand,"I said still caressing her titty."Cinnamon, you are a very beautiful woman and men search your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a smell of recognition on some of their faces."

After a minute of arc or so she said,"Well … I may make love why."She stopped."I … I was in Playboy a couple of years ago."

I let that sinkhole in. I did not need to say the wrong thing.

"You are sure someone I would care to see au naturel,"I said.

"You … you do n't guess less of me, do you ?"she asked.

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both interesting and exciting. I never thought I would have sex with a Playboy model."Still picking my words carefully.

"man-about-town manikin, hardly. I heard they were looking for womanhood for an coming pictorial of mid-West college cleaning lady. I went and filled out an information sheet. They called me back for an interview the side by side day. I must have done well. At the end of the consultation they asked if I would bide to have some clothed pictures taken. They called a few days later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To wee the history shorter I made it into the magazine,"she finished.

"congratulation,"I said.

"Thank you !"she said in a threadbare voice.

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a short time just thinking about how lucky I was to have made honey to someone who appeared in Playboy .