Bahamian Vacation ( continued )

( Summary of old taradiddle : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back home and the last of my bride-to-be, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The womanhood at the nominal head desk at the hotel, Cinnamomum zeylanicum, invited me to her apartment for dinner and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

NOTE : This occurred over 30 yr ago so some of the landmarks and situation mentioned may ingest changed since that time.

The following morning, Monday, the start thing I remember was the dismay going off. Ceylon cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed concern, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't retrieve the last sentence I had someone in bed with me, beside my cat cleaning lady,"she explained.

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

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

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

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

She stepped into the lavatory and the water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. char jumped up next to me and rubbed her head on my hand. I scratched her on the head between her capitulum. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was brassy. The water supply in the bathroom stopped. Cinnamon walked into the bathroom, drying herself with a towel.

"I see you found a protagonist charr,"said Cinnamon.

Cinnamon finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some breadstuff from the loaf of bread we started the dark before. She put it in the toaster. She set some peanut butter and some jam on the table and a couple of newspaper plates. When the world-class two piece had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the early. She put 2 additional slices in the toaster. I choose peanut butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my pledge, the taste of the staff of life 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 different taste, but it was very beneficial.

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

She giggled,"I have, but not for some time. I bought this at a pocket-sized bakery called Model Bakery."

The second set of toast popped up. I chose the Guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put intellectual nourishment down for charr. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge circuit to Paradise Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a quick kiss. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to get together in the hotel foyer at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The first thing I noticed was that the flowers and Champagne that were in my room had been removed. I was glad they were gone because the brought back computer memory of Debby, my bride-to-be who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a tenacious hot shower. I did the normal sunrise activeness. I dressed then checked the weather forecast on the hotel epithelial duct. I went down to the foyer. No one but Cinnamon was at the battlefront 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 utmost night. I also had them removed from your bill. Was that alright ?"she asked.

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

"If you don't mind a slight walking, you could go over the bridge. Turn to the rightfulness and Bay Street will rent you into downtown,"she said."Here take my card in case you need to visit or you have questions."

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

Another hotel node walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the breast door. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a toll. I was well-chosen to let out there was no cost for walker. Walking over the nosepiece was like going over a Alfred Hawthorne. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet luxuriously to allow larger gravy holder to pass underneath it. At the end of the nosepiece I turned right and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were store on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling keepsake, shirts, shells, jewelry, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbour face of the street and soon came to an open air social organisation with various multitude selling mostly what appeared to be handmade point ; wheat hat, woodwind instrument carvings, straw mail holders, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the first cleaning woman I encountered said"welcome to the straw market ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a salutary estimation to hold out 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 typeface. She even stitched my initials on the back in non-white stalk. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one more point, a 3-pocket straw ring mail bearer. I walked to the west end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have for lunch. I walked to the other face of Bay Street.

I came to a eatery called Lums. I decided to let an early on tiffin. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be capable to get. I decided on a sports stadium of conch chowder and a cracked conch sandwich. The chowder was very respectable, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much more flavorful. The barmy conch sandwich was also honest the meat was pounded out, seasoned, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like one dollar bill cartoon strip.

After luncheon I continued down Bay Street. I came across a turgid store more upscale than near in downtown, The Nassau Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to regain memento for my family line and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the Model Bakery was located. She gave me directions. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the eastern United States end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued eastern United States. A few cube down I saw a light greens cement pulley edifice with a myopic line of people waiting outside a window on the street side of the construction. Above the window was"MODEL bakeshop"in black block letter of the alphabet above the windowpane. I took my situation at the end of the line. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaf of bread of moolah, keister ( dinner party rolling ), and/or"cementum"rolls. When I got up to the window there was no lean of mathematical product or prices visible to me. I ordered a loaf of bread and a"cement"gyre. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a bombastic, with child Ceylon cinnamon gyre with white ice. I started eating it, it was delicious. The kale was very most and hearty. There was the flop quantity of Ceylon cinnamon tree and sugar rolled into it. The ice 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 sea up ahead. Just before I got to the road running along the water. There was a large hotel on the left. I came to a sign that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the ocean ahead. I turned compensate and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the urine at what appeared to be a public gravy boat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a declamatory plastic bucket broad of various fish. They also had two large fish in a separate container.

"What are these bombastic fish ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

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

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

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

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

"Do you experience how far it is to Edward Teach's pillar ?"I asked someone working on a boat at the side of the road.

They had a very thick stress, but I think they said,"A very farseeing way and up high."

I thanked them and decided to plow 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. Cinnamon was still at the presence desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a demarcation of mass she was helping. I went up to my room. I showered and put on a different set of clothes. I had more than an time of day before I was to foregather Ceylon cinnamon in the anteroom. I lay down on the bed. The next thing I remember was the bed moving. I opened my eyes and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must possess 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 passkey key. Do you want me to leave ?"she asked giggling.

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

"fountainhead, I usually eat out Monday nights,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said kissing me again.

She ran her hand down my chest, then between my legs. She started rubbing in a circular motion. I quickly started responding.

"We could cause appetizers here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

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

cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my script. We caressed each former through our clothing. I had stiffened and had created a tent in my pants.

"Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 manus found her bare breast just as she started moving to her hand and knees. Her rim touched the head teacher of my member as I rolled on my back freeing my other hand to cup the early bosom. Her yearn, red hairsbreadth created a tent half way around her forefront. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the English of my penis. She moved putting a genu on each side of my head. I had continued the massage on her chest as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the chance to used my sassing and tongue on her now protruding nipples. I reluctantly removed my deal from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her pants and underclothing down to her knees and over my head. I rested my head on top of them. They were lovesome. I gazed up at her pussycat just a few inches above my face. Her bush was the same people of colour as her hair. Her vaginal sassing 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 tongue around it, giving me waving of great pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

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

I started by brushing my finger against her snip pubic hair. It was softer than I expected. My finger moved to her vaginal rim, lightly touching them along their full distance. cinnamon bark breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the whirl between her lips. Moisture was clearly visible and the pourboire of my digit became breed with her juices. She let out her breathing time and took my other bollock into her back talk. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her spit around it. I pushed my fingertips between her kitty-cat backtalk. She moaned causing her tongue to oscillate against my ballock. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. I pushed my fingers deeper and after running them the wide distance a few clock time I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my testicle out of oral cavity and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clitoris. cinnamon yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the pass of my member. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my mouth as she took more of my rod into her month. I spread her slit sass with my digit. I swirled my tongue around her making love button. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my clapper harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her back talk. The combination of her tongue and impudence was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a duad of finger slowly into her honey yap. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my marijuana cigarette. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a audio that is operose to describe. I was ready to cum.

"I am going to add up soon !"I told her.

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clamped and relaxed around my fingers. Then her unanimous trunk trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my face. My formal tightened and I shot my warhead into her mouth. There was more than she could treat. I felt some running down my penis. 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 biggest orgasm I have ever had !"Cinnamon said after rolling off of me.

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

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

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

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

"Sorry, but I do have a with child cockscomb,"I answered.

I got the coxcomb 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 type of food I am looking to have,"she answered."I have to go home and feed Char, my cat, first. What kind of solid food do you require ?"

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

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

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

Several minutes later she came back out. She had changed into a form appointment apparel. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and shape wonderfully. I felt underdress. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't service 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 stunning !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a place right on the water. They have a multifariousness of food. I'm sure we will find something,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said.

I kept staring. After a short driving force she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a sour grass to a vauntingly platform out in the water where the restaurant was located. I followed behind her admiring her tush end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the water was antic. I believe the restaurant was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a short time for a board. several optic followed Cinnamon as we walked to our table. We were seated at a table that had no other mesa between us and the weewee. The bar was in the center so most of the tables had a good view of the weewee. The menu was declamatory, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered potable and then ordered our intellectual nourishment when the server came back with our drinks.

As we waited she said,"There is something I need to tell you."Her face looked severe 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 have a disease ? Was she a treasured malefactor in the America ?

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

"I know Cindy, Debby's cousin, from college. My student residence room was side by side to Cindy's dorm room my endure 2 years of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must deliver shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't imply to occupy you !"Cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few sentence when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a movie and for meal. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the impression that Cindy and you were more than just friends. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could happen 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 nursing home to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in impinging. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your epithet when you checked in. I had to find out you were the same guy. I don't get into a sexual relationship so tight, but I felt I already knew you."

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

"Yes, you have,"Cinnamon replied.

The server came with our nutrient. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas is dissimilar than the ME lobster which most mass picture. Lobster there does not have the great front end claws, but has long spiked transmitting aerial and a bumpy carapace. The Bahamians call it retreat. It is also called rock lobster. The meal was excellent. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

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

I grabbed the deterrent 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 door. Cinnamon locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowl, ice cream, whipped cream, cherry red, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the tabular array. Cinnamon scooped the ice ointment. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundae. Cinnamon loved the cherry tree. They were the ones with the stem attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cherry red, then remove the stem a few instant later tied in a burl. Char sat in a hot seat watching us. Cinnamon put a lowly total of ice cream on dish and put it on the base. Char immediately jumped to the floor and licked the plate clean. charr went to the bedroom after finishing.

"I have a full day planned for my first day as circuit guide,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said."Do you want to spend the night here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

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

I felt her 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 clear the board.

"Leave the dishful for tomorrow,"she I instructed.

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off lights as I carried her to the bedroom. I kissed her before going through the bedroom room access. Once inside I saw charwoman laying across the middle of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid cinnamon bark 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 neck opening and down the bleak part of her shoulder. I undid the hook at the top of her dress and pulled the zipper down. I caressed the now display part of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her dress off her shoulder. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to find her tit while still kissing her exposed skin. Her attire was form fitting. I was able to get to her breast and put my palm over her nipple and began massaging her tit. Cinnamon moaned her pleasure.

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

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

"You are staring,"Ceylon cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

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

She laughed. She helped me out of my wearing apparel. I picked them up and put them on a chairperson in the turning point. When I turned around Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 marvelous feeling her tit pushing into my chest. My penis began to come to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her tit. She moaned and pushed her breast to my sass. I opened my mouth and sucked on her nipple. I then used my tongue to twiddle around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a piffling yip, but did not move away. I moved to her other breast and did the same. Her hands were running up and down my spine.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My digit moved between her legs quickly rubbing her pussy rim. They were very warm. I pushed a pair of fingers between them. They were coated with her juice. Her hand found my phallus. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the distance of it. I moved to her clitoris. I circled it with my fingertips. Cinnamon writhed on the bed pushing up into my finger. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her fingers around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her abdomen as I pushed two fingers into her love cakehole. I kept my hitch 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 legs into the air. I moved between them. I slid my member along the outside of her pussy. She moaned. It pushed it between her snatch lip and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the headway of my rod on her erotic love button a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depth. The smile on her boldness was soon covered by my back talk. I kissed her as our pelvises came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroke she let out a small grunt of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten. The air pressure on my penis was extremely gratifying and quickly brought me to the border. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my load into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few hour 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 incline. cleaning lady narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

My last thoughts were what did the time to come hold for us .