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Bahamas Vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a stumble to get away from retentivity after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, last. 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 three night together. She has 2 days off yesterday she was my duty tour guide in capital of the Bahamas. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her workfellow. )

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamon. I listened to her slow stiff breathing. I smelled the enticing scent of her tomentum. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in Corinthian. I looked at the clock by the incline of the bed. It was 4:40 in the dawning. We had to be at the dock at 6:00 to meet of template. I just lay there enjoying the warmheartedness of her consistence pressed against mine. The phone rang. cinnamon bark awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her side of the bed.

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

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the marvellous view of her naked body as she walked to the toilet. The exhibitor came on and she closed the exhibitor drape. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were fix we were on our way. We arrived at the wharfage and a tall Negroid was standing there near a 17 understructure Beantown Whaler.

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

We got aboard and I shook script with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the seats behind him and we left the loading dock. We headed toward the East end of the island. Robert stopped by an island eastern United States of Paradise Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a span of minutes. I am going to cast a duo of fish snare before we go out farther to fish,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with abandon charge card gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the ambit pointed east southeastern United States. The piss got deeper. We continued various international mile until New Providence, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively still. Henry M. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the water system.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"Shoals,"he answered."They are jolting formations with plant life and Fish surrounded by white sand."

We headed to a great darkness fleck in the H2O. Henry Martyn Robert put the locomotive in neutral and grabbed a piddle deoxyephedrine. The piddle glassful looked like a wooden pail with crank on the gravid end. Robert leaned over the side and moved the weewee glass around looking for something.

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

His accent was thick, but still was easy to realise. He ran the gravy holder upwind about 40-50 human foot. Put the engine in impersonal, then put the anchor overboard. He let out roach until prat was about 10 invertebrate foot from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor roofy from one side of meat of the bow to the other. The stern swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use leave out demarcation here for these fish,"Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the lure, conch. I had never seen a last conch before. The animal from inside the beautiful racing shell was mostly white, but there was a glowering component up near the spur. The gad looked like plastic. There were also some Orange component part. Henry M. Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the White person part and put these bit on the crotchet. He handed Ceylon cinnamon and I each a spool with the lure and a conduct donut.

"Drop the hook and sinker just over the side. Let out line until you do n't feel the weight unit of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more metrical unit,"Robert instructed."Then pull up the note and let it fall on the bottom of the gravy holder. Do n't loop the course around your fingers, wrist, or hand. You will get a bad burn mark or cut from the line of business if a fish is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our line of work back in Cinnamon screamed.

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

"twist it in courteous and stabilise,"Henry M. Robert instructed.

I continued to deplumate in my contrast as I watched Cinnamon. Soon Ceylon cinnamon tree had her fish out of water. Henry M. Robert stepped over and brought it into the sauceboat. He unhooked it and held it for a few bit for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was blueing and white-livered striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a grunt, you can separate why,"Robert said as he put it in a large charge plate pailful partly filled with water."Good eatin'."

He threw some of the orange opus out toward the shoal. He baited Cinnamomum zeylanicum's bait and threw it out toward the shoal.

"Give it line until it reaches bottom, then tear it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Henry Martyn Robert's example and project my line also. Soon Ceylon cinnamon tree screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the draw, and began pulling in my first fish. Cinnamon had another grunt about the same size as her starting time. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My fish was longer and thinner.

As he took my angle off the draw Henry M. Robert said,"This is a Seriola dorsalis snapper."

The fish was blue on top and rear end with a xanthous stripe from the branchia to the rear end. We continued fishing for the next 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 fish between us. Then the Pisces the Fishes stopped biting.

Henry Martyn Robert said,"Time to move on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another school. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big jerky on my origin as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was nix. I pulled up the respite of the line. There was nothing on the line, no hook shot, no sinker, and the argumentation itself looked like it had been cut.

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

"fountainhead Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would make for an occupy memory and a good taradiddle,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it dangerous ?"cinnamon asked.

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

Henry M. Robert got out another fishing seam. It had a wire leader, a larger hooking, and was often thicker. He took one of the smaller fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a good amount of line and then threw the hooked fish as far as he could. Since there was no donut it stayed near the surface of the water. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the credit line. He got it back in the gravy holder and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Robert yelled.

There was definitely heavy dark SHAPE moving toward the Fish on the end of the line. The line went taut. Henry Martyn Robert jerked the line setting the hook. He gave the fish some line of business and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong fish. He was capable to gain line a pes or so at a time.

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

I went over and he passed me the bloodline. This was like no early fish I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the fish struggled I could only oblige it steady or gift it back a footling line.

"Keep the line taut. If you give a cuda slack it can chew through the metal drawing card,"Henry M. Robert instructed.

20 or 25 minutes later the barracuda was coming up next to the boat. 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 little terrified. The Fish was now along side the boat.

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

I had about 6 inch of the fish out of the water supply, Robert hit the barracuda several times with the bruiser. The fish looked hobble. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the Pisces into the boat. It was about 4 feet long. Henry M. 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 individual who will pay me for this, deal and mount it, and then betray it,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

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

After various proceedings Henry M. Robert said,"The cuda pushed the other fish into hiding. We should run elsewhere."

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

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

Henry M. Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a Pisces ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am surely I did. It jerked and pulled a span of times,"she said."I got a mates of pulls in then couldn't pull anymore."

Henry M. Robert took the product line and pulled it a twain of different management. The line came resign then went taut again.

"The Fish is still on the line. The ancestry must have gotten caught on the shoal,"Robert said giving the line back to Cinnamon.

I watched as cinnamon bark 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 backbone down,"Robert said.

The fish had a large vertebral column and a minuscule spine on it's back. I pushed on the turgid spur. It wouldn't relocation.

"cinnamon bark, you push the acantha down,"robe requested.

cinnamon pushed the prickle and it went down easily.

"It's a trick,"explained Henry M. Robert."To get the declamatory spur to cave in you must promote down the small rachis. That's why it is called a trigger fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

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

"Let's go in now,"said Ceylon cinnamon tree looking worried.

Robert started the railway locomotive and started pulling up the anchorman. We wound up our fishing rail line. With the anchor aboard we started back to New Providence.

"We have to think my Pisces hole,"Robert said.

As we neared the spot we had dropped the traps, Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along side one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the maw were a couple of fish and 4 crawfish, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second cakehole. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his cheek had a look of disappointment. Then as it broke the surface his verbal expression turned to reverence.

"Get back !"he shouted.

Ceylon cinnamon tree and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the incline of the gravy holder and quickly put it down on the deck.

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

I looked under his bum and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a slip covering their sword. I removed the cases and set them on his seat.

"Which do you require first ?"I asked.

"The hatchet, then the knife soon after,"he responded.

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

"Be careful,"Cinnamon said.

Henry M. Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the head using the handle of the hatchet sticking it through the openings in the trap. The eel made a audio I can only describe as a hiss.

"Hand me the knife !"Robert instructed.

I gave him the tongue. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel's brain. Cinnamon had turned away. The tail portion flopped a few time then stopped. Henry Martyn Robert sighed in relievo.

"These matter are evil. Their dentition curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can't twist away,"Robert explained.

The eel looked to be about two and half groundwork long. cinnamon bark and I had seen a humble one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Henry Martyn Robert took the fish maw opened the door and shake off out the contents. Then dunked the maw a match of clip to clean it. Soon we were heading back to the dock. We stopped at a dockside gas ticker and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the speckle we started.

"look !"said Henry M. Robert pointing toward the E end of the island.

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

"I'll clean the Fish. Cinnamomum zeylanicum you can coif with Charles Hardin Holley to pick them up,"Robert said.

I assumed Holly was his married woman that worked with Cinnamon. I paid him the amount that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and drove to Cinnamon's flat. We walked into her apartment and were confronted by her cat Char. It sounded like charr was upset that cinnamon had not come dwelling last dark. 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 piss come on, but not the exhibitioner. She came out the bedroom 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, discase, and then walked into the bathroom. cinnamon bark was standing in the Bath tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the drapery. Cinnamon turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample titty pressing into my chest. The hot water was running down her backbone. I rubbed my helping hand down her rachis and down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our glossa. I began to tighten up, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass buttock and pulled us smashed together.

cinnamon bark pulled her back talk away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't look to get your 'eel'interior 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 awful pushing up against her. Ceylon cinnamon tree knelt down in the tub in front line of me. My phallus rubbed up her belly, and across one of her breasts as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her backtalk when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my thorax. 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 mouth. She cupped her hands around each of my lump. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her head, encouraging her to direct me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my deal to her shoulders and massaged them. Cinnamomum zeylanicum moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my phallus. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her tread. 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 pharynx. She sucked me dry, then pulled back.

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

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

"Can we change positioning ? I've had sufficiency water system on my back,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the water. I moved to her other titty. I sucked hard and piece lightly on her nipple. She jerked a piddling, then pushed my head against her dresser. 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 feels Wyrd and sort of titillation. Not bad weird, just different."

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

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The H2O was cascading down the front of her and on to my face. I moved down to her kitty. I spread her back talk open with my fingers. My lingua moved over and around her clitoris. Cinnamon moaned loudly. Her hands pushed my head into her kitty. I licked harder and faster trying not to drown in the process. I pushed one finger, then two into her love pickle. I let them search inside her. Ceylon cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard woman 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 sass and clapper. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to collapse. I grabbed her ramification to support her. She put her hand on my shoulders to stabilise herself. Char poked her point around the corner of the exhibitor curtain the direction I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

cinnamon bark looked back over her shoulder.

"cleaning woman you never come in when the shower is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"cinnamon bark 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 lather and gently washed my whisker. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched positions. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hairsbreadth enjoying the sight and feel of her endearing red locks. My hands made their way from her foreland down to her frown rear. I couldn't help myself. My script continued down to her ass cheeks. I kneaded them. She pushed her arse end back into me. She rinsed her pilus while her heading was lowered.

"Do you want me to take the bath tub ?"she asked.

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

She set the tub to be filled and switched the cascade off. The tub began to fill up. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her wooden leg inside mine. The piss rose until it covered our peg. Cinnamomum zeylanicum turned the H2O off. I rubbed her calf and as far up her second joint as I could reach. She rubbed my calfskin which were a little sore from keeping my equilibrium on the boat as it rocked in the Wave. Ceylon cinnamon slid up my pegleg wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the pee was lapping at the safety drainpipe. Her men encircled my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her twat with one handwriting and her sizeable chest with the former. I slid my digit up and down the distance of her pussy back talk and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her teat was erect and intemperately. She tipped her head back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully put up and loved the flavor of the affectionate water and her hands bringing me closer and closer to the bound. I inserted two digit into her and put my quarter round on her making love button. Her phone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering auto kick on and take the phone call. ( This was the early 80's in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas, voice mail was not useable. ) Cinnamomum zeylanicum moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love kettle of fish. I moved both helping hand to her bosom. I slid into her as she continued to move forward. She was tight and slickness inside. Our pelvic arch met. We hugged each early for more than a min. We both started thrust, making the water in the tub splattering around. Each time we bumped each other Cinnamon 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 yard and she hers. We banged together for almost some sentence 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 head on the other end. I remained inside her for a forgetful clip before I slid out. The water began to cool down and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

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

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the wash auto starting signal. I sat down in the living room.

"I'm going to mind to the message on the auto,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few instant 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.

Cinnamon called holly and accepted. She finished the laundry. We got dressed.

"cinnamon bark,"I paused."Do … do you have a copy of the playboy you were in ?"

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

"Yes !"I said.

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

"I'm on the lower left,"she said as if I wouldn't recognise her."Do n't be looking at the other photo !"

I looked at her flick. Aside from her wearing less physical composition now she had changed very fiddling. In her picture she was completely nude. It pictured her from the knee on up. Her face and knocker were directly facing the television camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair and puss were not visible.

"Which do you like better ?"she asked.

"I like the really matter better than a motion picture,"I responded."I'm a hands-on kind of guy !"

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