Bahamian holiday ( continued )

( Summary of previous story : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back home and the demise of my fiancee, 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 and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

musical note : This occurred over 30 class ago so some of the landmark and places mentioned may stimulate changed since that time.

The next first light, Monday, the first affair I remember was the alarm clock going off. Ceylon cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her cheek showed care, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't call up the last time I had someone in bed with me, beside my cat Char,"she explained.

Char jumped up on the bed demanding attending. We both stroked her she loved it.

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

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to subscribe a shower and get ready. Too bad there is not time for a double exhibitor,"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. charr jumped up next to me and rubbed her head on my hand. I scratched her on the principal between her ear. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was loud. The water in the bathroom stopped. Ceylon cinnamon walked into the bath, drying herself with a towel.

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

Cinnamon finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some bread from the loaf we started the night before. She put it in the toaster. She set some monkey nut butter and some jam on the table and a couple of theme home. When the first two slices had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 extra slices in the wassailer. I choose peanut butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the taste of the bread 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 bush jam,"she replied"I bought it from a neighbour who makes it."

She handed me a street corner of her pledge. I tasted it, it was a different gustatory modality, but it was very skilful.

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

She giggled,"I have, but not for some meter. I bought this at a pocket-size bakery called mannikin Bakery."

The endorse set of goner popped up. I chose the strawberry guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food down for char. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge to heaven 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 first thing I noticed was that the flowers and Champagne-Ardenne that were in my elbow room had been removed. I was sword lily 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 yearn hot shower. I did the formula dayspring activity. I dressed then checked the weather prognosis on the hotel channel. I went down to the pressure group. No one but cinnamon was at the front desk.

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

"Yes, I called and had mortal do that net dark. I also had them removed from your broadside. Was that alright ?"she asked.

I thought for a few seconds then answered,"Yes, they just cue me of Debby. I want to see some of Nassau and maybe peck up a few souvenirs."

"If you don't beware a lilliputian walk, you could go over the bridge. Turn to the rightfield and Bay Street will take you into downtown,"she said."Here consume my card in fount you need to call or you have questions."

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

Another hotel Edgar Guest walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the front room access. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a bell. I was well-chosen to break there was no toll for walker. Walking over the span was like going over a mound. Later I learned later that it is about 75 groundwork high to admit gravid boats to authorize underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned ripe and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling souvenirs, shirts, shells, jewelry, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor side of the street and soon came to an open air body structure with various people selling mostly what appeared to be handmade items ; straw hat, Grant Wood cutting, straw mail holders, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the first charwoman I encountered said"welcome to the straw food market ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the brilliantly sun I decided it would be a secure musical theme to wear thin a hat. The men 's hats were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could have one for $ 10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some brim to shade my face. She even stitched my initials on the back in one-sided husk. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one More particular, a 3-pocket pale yellow mail bearer. I walked to the west end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to let for tiffin. I walked to the early side of Bay Street.

I came to a eating place called Lums. I decided to make an betimes lunch. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a bowl of conch chowder and a bonkers conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a dollar bill chowder, but this was much to a greater extent flavorful. The cracked conch sandwich was also near the nitty-gritty was pounded out, seasoned, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam strips.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a larger store more upscale than most in business district, The capital of the Bahamas Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to find token for my mob and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the framework bakery 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 unclouded green cement blocking building with a short-circuit line of the great unwashed waiting outside a window on the street side of the edifice. Above the window was"MODEL bakeshop"in black block alphabetic character above the window. I took my spot at the end of the crease. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to rescript loaf of bread of pelf, rear ( dinner rolls ), and/or"cement"roster. When I got up to the window there was no list of products or prices visible to me. I ordered a loaf of bread and a"cementum"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a large, wakeless cinnamon bark roll with Elwyn Brooks White icing. I started eating it, it was delicious. The bread was very most and hearty. There was the right amount of money of cinnamon and sugar rolled into it. The icing was thick, bland, 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 signboard that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the route with the sea ahead. I turned rightfulness and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water at what appeared to be a public boat Allium tricoccum. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a prominent credit card pail total of various fish. They also had two large fish in a part container.

"What are these gravid Pisces the Fishes ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my bags down and helped them reassign items from the gravy boat to one of their cars.

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

"About 5 mi off East End,"one of them answered

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

"Do you have it off how far it is to Blackbeard's Tower ?"I asked individual working on a boat at the side of the road.

They had a very stocky accent, but I think they said,"A very long way and up high."

I thanked them and decided to flex around thinking it was too far for me to get to. I walked along the ocean slope road, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the bridge and into the hotel. Cinnamomum zeylanicum was still at the strawman desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a business of people she was helping. I went up to my way. I showered and put on a different set of clothes. I had more than an 60 minutes before I was to meet Cinnamon in the hall. I lay down on the bed. The next affair I remember was the bed moving. I opened my eyes and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must give 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 head. I have a master copy key. Do you want me to leave ?"she asked giggling.

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

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

She ran her hired man down my chest, then between my legs. She started rubbing in a handbill motion. I quickly started responding.

"We could get appetizer here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

"Appetizers here sounds practiced,"I said kissing her on the neck opening and putting my hand on her breast.

Cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my hand. We caressed each early through our clothing. I had stiffened and had created a tent in my pants.

"cinnamon is hungry,"she said unzipping my drawers and pulling out my set up rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her binding and unhooked her bra. My hired man found her stark breast just as she started moving to her paw and knee. Her mouth touched the top dog of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my former hand to cup the other breast. Her recollective, red haircloth created a collapsible shelter half way around her head. I was still capable to see as she kissed up and down the incline of my phallus. She moved putting a genu on each side of meat of my head. I had continued the massage on her white meat 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 natural language on her now protruding tit. I reluctantly removed my men from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her pants and underclothes down to her knees and over my head. I rested my head on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her slit just a few inches above my case. Her President George W. Bush was the Lapp color as her hair. Her vaginal lips were swelling and there was a glitter of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my testis into her mouth. She swirled her glossa around it, giving me waves of corking pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

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

I started by brushing my fingers against her trimmed pubic hair. It was easy than I expected. My fingers moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their full length. Cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the pass between her sass. wet was clearly visible and the tips of my finger's breadth became report with her juices. She let out her breathing place and took my early testis into her rima oris. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy sassing. She moaned causing her tongue to vacillate against my bollock. It was an extremely gratifying wizard. I pushed my fingerbreadth deeper and after running them the full duration a few times I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my nut out of rima oris and arched her back moaning loudly.

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

I lightly pinched her clitoris. Cinnamon yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the drumhead of my penis. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my back talk as she took Thomas More of my rod into her calendar month. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I swirled my lingua around her dear clitoris. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her sass. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the boundary. I inserted a couple of fingers slowly into her love yap. Her vaginal musculus 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 operose to describe. I was ready to cum.

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

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clamped and relaxed around my finger. Then her solid soundbox trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my face. My balls tightened and I shot my loading into her mouthpiece. There was More than she could handle. I felt some running down my member. I pulled my finger out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the magnanimous sexual climax I have ever had !"cinnamon bark said after rolling off of me.

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

After a few more hour Ceylon cinnamon said,"I have to clean up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the toilet. A few minutes later I got up kicked off my pant and underwear and walked in the john. She had finished, but was looking in the mirror. I kissed her on the cervix from behind.

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

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

I got the combing out of my suitcase and walked back into the bathroom. I began combing her haircloth and continued until she was satisfy. 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 solid food I am looking to give birth,"she answered."I have to go plate and feed woman, my cat, first. What variety of intellectual nourishment do you want ?"

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

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

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

Several second later she came back out. She had changed into a form 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 dismal ! It's a compliment !"she said.

"You look absolutely arresting !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a spot rightfulness on the H2O. They have a salmagundi of food. I'm sure we will find something,"Cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a shortly drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a dock to a enceinte platform out in the water system where the restaurant was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the sentiment across the water was fantastic. I believe the eatery was called"anchorage ”. We waited a brusque clock time for a table. Several eye followed Cinnamon as we walked to our table. We were seated at a table that had no former tabular array between us and the water. The bar was in the midpoint so nigh of the tables had a in effect view of the water. The menu was large, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drinking and then ordered our food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

As we waited she said,"There is something I need to separate you."Her face looked serious and fearful.

My nous raced. Was she in a kinship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she make a disease ? Was she a want criminal in the US ?

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

"I know Cindy, Debby's full cousin, from college. My hall room was next to Cindy's dorm room my last 2 years of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't mean to worry you !"Cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few times when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a moving picture and for repast. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the picture that Cindy and you were more than just friend. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could detect a guy like you,"Ceylon cinnamon tree explained."I know Debby loved you very much. She spoke about you a lot while she was visiting. She wanted to get home to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in contact. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your name when you checked in. I had to find oneself out you were the same guy. I don't get into a sexual relationship so fast, but I felt I already knew you."

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

"Yes, you have,"Cinnamon replied.

The waiter came with our nutrient. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. cinnamon bark had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is dissimilar than the Maine lobster which most people picture. Lobster there does not have the large front end pincer, but has long spiked feeler and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians call it pull back. It is also called rock lobster. The repast was excellent. 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 verification 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 room access. Cinnamon locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowls, ice cream, whipped cream, cherry tree, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the mesa. Cinnamon scooped the ice pick. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundaes. Cinnamon loved the cherries. They were the unity with the stems attached. She would put a cherry tree in her mouth, eat the cerise, then remove the stem a few seconds later tied in a knot. charwoman sat in a chair watching us. cinnamon put a small amount of ice ointment on dish antenna and put it on the floor. Char immediately jumped to the floor and licked the denture clean. charr went to the bedroom after finishing.

"I have a wax day planned for my outset day as tour pathfinder,"Ceylon cinnamon said."Do you want to spend the nighttime here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

"Well I've had dessert. Do you have a reason for me to detain ?"I tried to say with a straight face.

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

"Is this intellect enough ?"she giggled again.

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

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

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

I touched her neck and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her neck and down the simple part of her shoulder joint. I undid the hook at the top of her frock and pulled the zip fastener down. I caressed the now endanger part of her rachis. She trembled again. I slipped her garb off her shoulder joint. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to recover her breast while still kissing her exposed skin. Her frock was human body try-on. I was able to get to her breast and put my palm over her pap and began massaging her breast. Ceylon cinnamon moaned her pleasance.

"I think it would be better if I got out of this dress,"she suggested.

We got out of bed. We removed her dress and the eternal rest of her clothes. I stood staring at the cover girl womanhood in front of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something wrong with this motion-picture show,"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 professorship in the corner. When I turned around cinnamon bark was staring at me.

"You are staring,"I scolded.

"Sorry,"she said suppressing a laugh.

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

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was rattling feeling her breasts pushing into my thorax. My phallus began to hail to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her knocker to my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked on her nipple. I then used my glossa to swirl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a picayune yip, but did not run away. I moved to her other breast and did the same. Her hands were running up and down my backrest.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My fingerbreadth moved between her legs quickly rubbing her cunt lip. They were very strong. I pushed a span of fingers between them. They were coated with her juices. Her script found my phallus. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the length of it. I moved to her clit. I circled it with my fingertips. Cinnamon writhed on the bed pushing up into my fingerbreadth. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her finger around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her tummy as I pushed two fingers into her love hole. I kept my thumb moving over her love button. She continued to wrestle on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. cinnamon lifted her wooden leg 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 lip and up to her button. I rubbed the head of my rod on her love release a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The smile on her nerve was soon covered by my mouth. I kissed her as our pelvic arch came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroking she let out a small-scale grunt of delight. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the rampart of her vagina tighten. The force per unit area on my penis was extremely enjoyable and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my load 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 side pulling her onto her side of meat. charr narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's limb.

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