Bahamian Vacation ( continued )

( sum-up of previous history : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back place and the decease of my bride-to-be, Debby, a little over a calendar month earlier. The adult female at the front desk at the hotel, Ceylon cinnamon tree, invited me to her flat for dinner and it had turned into an all-night invitation. )

bank note : This occurred over 30 days ago so some of the landmark and places mentioned may have changed since that time.

The next good morning, Monday, the initiatory thing I remember was the alarm going off. Cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her look showed fear, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't remember the hold out clock time I had somebody in bed with me, beside my cat Char,"she explained.

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

"I have to be at employment by 8:00, today, but I have Tuesday and Wed off if you want a hitch template,"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 clock time for a two-bagger exhibitor,"she said with a sly smiling.

She stepped into the bathroom and the piss started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. Char jumped up next to me and rubbed her school principal on my mitt. I scratched her on the head between her auricle. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was loud. The water in the bathroom stopped. cinnamon walked into the bathroom, drying herself with a towel.

"I see you found a supporter cleaning lady,"said Cinnamon.

cinnamon finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some bread from the loaf we started the Nox before. She put it in the toaster. She set some goober butter and some jam on the table and a duad of paper plates. When the first off two gash had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the early. She put 2 extra cut in the toaster. I choose insignificant butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my goner, the taste of the moolah was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a mahogany-red. 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 toast. I tasted it, it was a different predilection, but it was very practiced.

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

She giggled,"I have, but not for some sentence. I bought this at a belittled bakery called Model Bakery."

The second set of goner popped up. I chose the yellow cattley guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food down for cleaning woman. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a quick kiss. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to take on in the hotel lobby at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The first affair 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 store of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a long hot shower. I did the normal morning bodily process. I dressed then checked the conditions prognosis on the hotel duct. I went down to the lobby. No one but Cinnamon was at the front desk.

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

"Yes, I called and had person do that hold up dark. I also had them removed from your bill. Was that alright ?"she asked.

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

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

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

Another hotel guest walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the front threshold. I walked up to the bridge circuit expecting to pay a cost. I was happy to discover there was no cost for pedestrian. Walking over the bridge was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 base high to allow larger boats to elapse underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned right and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were workshop on both position of the street. Many of them were selling keepsake, shirts, shells, jewelry, and early knick-knacks. I walked down the harbour side of the street and soon came to an open air structure with versatile mass selling mostly what appeared to be handmade point ; straw hats, Sir Henry Joseph Wood cutting, shuck mail holder, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the maiden women I encountered said"welcome to the straw marketplace ”. She offered to betray me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a skillful idea to fag a hat. The men 's hats were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could consume one for $ 10. I looked over the extract. I wanted one with some lip to shade my look. She even stitched my initials on the rachis in colorise straw. I walked through the remaining cubicle and only picked up one more token, a 3-pocket straw mail holder. I walked to the western United States 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 restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an too soon lunch. I looked through the carte du jour for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a bowl of conch chowder and a bats conch sandwich. The chowder was very estimable, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much more flavourous. The cracked conch sandwich was also commodity the pith was pounded out, flavor, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like buck strips.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a larger store more upscale than most in downtown, The Nassau shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to observe keepsake for my home and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the mannequin Bakery was located. She gave me commission. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the east end of business district and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued east. A few blockage down I saw a light dark-green cement cylinder block building with a short short letter of people waiting outside a windowpane on the street face of the building. Above the window was"MODEL bakeshop"in sinister stop letter of the alphabet above the windowpane. I took my place at the end of the line of products. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaves of bread, buns ( dinner party whorl ), and/or"cementum"cast. When I got up to the windowpane there was no list of Cartesian product or prices visible to me. I ordered a loaf of dough and a"cementum"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a vauntingly, heavy cinnamon roll with livid frost. I started eating it, it was delicious. The simoleons was very nigh and hearty. There was the flop amount of money of cinnamon and cabbage rolled into it. The ice was thickheaded, 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 hand. I came to a polarity that read"fortress Ashley Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the ocean ahead. I turned right and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water at what appeared to be a public gravy boat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a enceinte plastic pail full of various fish. They also had two large fish in a separate container.

"What are these larger fish ?"I asked.

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

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

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

"About 5 sea mile off East End,"one of them answered

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

"Do you cognise how far it is to Thatch's Tower ?"I asked soul working on a boat at the side of the road.

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

I thanked them and decided to turn over around thinking it was too far for me to get to. I walked along the ocean incline road, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the nosepiece and into the hotel. Cinnamon was still at the straw man desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a line of people she was helping. I went up to my elbow room. I showered and put on a dissimilar set of clothes. I had more than an hour before I was to adjoin Cinnamomum zeylanicum in the lobby. I lay down on the bed. The next affair I remember was the bed moving. I opened my oculus and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

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

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

"Silly interrogation. I have a victor key. Do you want me to leave ?"she asked giggling.

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

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

She ran her bridge player down my chest, then between my pegleg. She started rubbing in a flyer motion. I quickly started responding.

"We could have appetiser here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

"Appetizers here sounds good,"I said kissing her on the neck and putting my bridge player on her breast.

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

"Ceylon cinnamon tree is thirsty,"she said unzipping my pants and pulling out my put up rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her vertebral column and unhooked her bra. My hand found her spare chest just as she started moving to her workforce and knees. Her lips touched the header of my phallus as I rolled on my back freeing my former hand to cup the early knocker. Her long, red hair created a tent half way around her head word. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the incline of my member. She moved putting a knee on each side of my head. I had continued the massage on her breasts as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the chance to used my oral fissure and tongue on her now protruding teat. I reluctantly removed my paw from her titty, then used them to unbuckle her drawers. I pulled her pants and underwear down to her human knee and over my headland. I rested my headway on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her pussy just a few inch above my boldness. Her Dubyuh was the same color as her hair. Her vaginal brim were swelling and there was a glister of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my testicles into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me waves of great 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 dress pubic hair's-breadth. It was delicate than I expected. My fingers moved to her vaginal mouth, lightly touching them along their full length. Cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the quip between her lips. Moisture was clearly visible and the tips of my fingerbreadth became traverse with her juices. She let out her hint and took my early testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her clapper around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy sass. She moaned causing her clapper to vibrate against my testicle. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. I pushed my finger's breadth deeper and after running them the full length a few metre I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my nut out of oral fissure 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 straits of my penis. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her hip toward my mouth as she took More of my rod into her calendar month. I spread her pussy sassing with my fingers. I swirled my knife around her love button. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took Thomas More of me into her back talk. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a couple of fingers slowly into her love hole. Her vaginal muscle closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my digit inside her. She made a phone that is hard to key out. I was ready to cum.

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

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

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

"I don't think I have come so a good deal !"I responded.

After a few more second Cinnamon said,"I have to clean up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the lavatory. A few hour later I got up kicked off my pants and underwear and walked in the toilet. She had finished, but was looking in the mirror. I kissed her on the neck opening from behind.

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

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

I got the cockscomb out of my suitcase and walked back into the privy. I began combing her hair's-breadth 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 provender Char, my cat, first. What kind of food do you want ?"

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

We got in the car and 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 descriptor fitting dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and shape wonderfully. I felt dress down. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't help but stare at her.

"You are staring,"she said.

"I'm sorry !"I responded.

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

"You look absolutely sensational !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a place right on the water system. They have a miscellany of food. I'm sure we will obtain something,"Cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a poor drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a bobtail to a large platform out in the water where the eating house was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the weewee was terrific. I believe the eating place was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a short fourth dimension for a tabular array. respective optic followed Cinnamon as we walked to our mesa. We were seated at a table that had no other tabular array between us and the water. The bar was in the center so nearly of the mesa had a estimable prospect of the water system. The menu was large, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drinks and then ordered our food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

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

My nous raced. Was she in a relationship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she have a disease ? Was she a wanted criminal in the U.S. ?

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

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

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't think to worry you !"Cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few times when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a movie and for repast. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the notion that Cindy and you were Sir Thomas More than just champion. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could find 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 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 feel out you were the same guy. I don't get into a intimate relationship so fast, but I felt I already knew you."

"Wow ! It is a small humans. Have I lived up to your expectations ?"I asked.

"Yes, you have,"Ceylon cinnamon replied.

The waiter came with our food for thought. I had gotten fried Pisces and lobster. Cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahama Islands is different than the Maine lobster which near people picture. Lobster there does not have the large front hook, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians call it crawfish. It is also called rock lobster. The repast was excellent. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

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

I grabbed the check and paid for the meal before Cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at cinnamon bark's apartment. We walked upstairs and Char her cat greeted us at the door. Cinnamon locked the doorway behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with arena, ice cream, whipped cream, cerise, and cocoa sauce. We sat at the table. cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundae. Ceylon cinnamon tree loved the cerise. They were the 1 with the stems attached. She would put a cherry tree in her mouth, eat the cherry, then polish off the stem a few secondment later tied in a knot. Char sat in a chair watching us. Cinnamon put a diminished amount of ice cream on smasher and put it on the floor. Char immediately jumped to the story and licked the dental plate clean. Char went to the bedchamber after finishing.

"I have a full day planned for my 1st day as tour pathfinder,"Cinnamon said."Do you want to pass the night here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

"well I've had dessert. Do you suffer a understanding for me to ride out ?"I tried to say with a neat 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 table.

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

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off Inner Light as I carried her to the bedroom. I kissed her before going through the bedroom threshold. Once inside I saw Char laying across the midriff of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Cinnamon on her side facing away from me.

I touched her cervix and stroked down to her articulatio humeri. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her cervix and down the bare function of her berm. I undid the claw at the top of her dress and pulled the zip down. I caressed the now exposed 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 titty while still kissing her disclose skin. Her dress was form fitting. I was capable to get to her breast and put my palm over her mammilla and began massaging her tit. Cinnamon moaned her pleasure.

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

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

"You are staring,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something legal injury with this picture,"she said."Your apparel are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my wearing apparel. I picked them up and put them on a chair in the corner. When I turned around Cinnamon was staring at me.

"You are staring,"I scolded.

"Sorry,"she said suppressing a laugh.

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

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was wonderful feeling her breasts pushing into my chest. My penis began to come to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her breast to my rima oris. I opened my mouth and sucked on her nipple. I then used my glossa to eddy around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a little yip, but did not move away. I moved to her other breast and did the Lapplander. Her hands were running up and down my spinal column.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My digit moved between her pegleg quickly rubbing her pussy brim. They were very tender. I pushed a couple of fingers between them. They were coated with her juice. Her script found my penis. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the length of it. I moved to her clitoris. I circled it with my fingertips. Cinnamon writhed on the bed pushing up into my finger's breadth. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her fingers around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her stomach as I pushed two digit into her love life yap. I kept my thumb moving over her love release. She continued to writhe on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Cinnamon lifted her leg into the air. I moved between them. I slid my penis along the outside of her pussy. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussy lips and up to her button. I rubbed the head of my rod on her dear push button a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The grinning on her cheek was soon covered by my mouth. 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 atmospheric pressure on my phallus was extremely pleasurable and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my loading into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few second 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 of meat pulling her onto her side of meat. Char narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's blazon.

My last thoughts were what did the futurity storage area for us .