Bahamian vacation ( continued )

( summary of previous storey : I had flown to capital of the Bahamas for a 2-week vacation to get away from affair back rest home and the death of my bride-to-be, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The adult female at the front line desk at the hotel, Cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner and it had turned into an all-night invitation. )

NOTE : This occurred over 30 years ago so some of the landmarks and places mentioned may have changed since that time.

The succeeding morning time, Mon, the initiative thing I remember was the alarm system going off. Cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her aspect showed reverence, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't remember the live time I had someone in bed with me, beside my cat woman,"she explained.

char jumped up on the bed demanding aid. We both stroked her she loved it.

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

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to postulate a shower and get prepare. Too bad there is not metre for a twice shower,"she said with a sly smile.

She stepped into the can and the water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. Char jumped up side by side to me and rubbed her drumhead on my paw. I scratched her on the head between her capitulum. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was loud. The weewee in the privy stopped. Cinnamomum zeylanicum walked into the privy, drying herself with a towel.

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

Cinnamon finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some bread from the loaf we started the nighttime before. She put it in the toaster. She set some goober pea butter and some jam on the board and a distich of theme home base. When the low gear two slices had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 additional gash in the wassailer. I choose peanut vine butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the taste of the loot was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.

"What kind of jam is that ?"I asked.

"true guava jam,"she replied"I bought it from a neighbor who makes it."

She handed me a turning point of her pledge. I tasted it, it was a different taste, but it was very dependable.

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

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

The 2d set of goner popped up. I chose the Guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food for thought down for Char. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the nosepiece to Eden Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a agile buss. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to come across in the hotel entrance hall at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The first thing I noticed was that the flush and bubbly that were in my room had been removed. I was beaming they were gone because the brought back store of Debby, my bride-to-be who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my bag and took a prospicient hot shower. I did the rule morn activities. I dressed then checked the weather forecast on the hotel communication channel. I went down to the lobby. No one but Ceylon cinnamon tree was at the front desk.

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

"Yes, I called and had somebody do that last night. I also had them removed from your bill. 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 nibble up a few souvenirs."

"If you don't mind a small walking, you could go over the bridgework. move around to the right wing and Bay Street will take you into downtown,"she said."Here get hold of 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 battlefront door. I walked up to the bridge circuit expecting to pay a toll. I was happy to discover there was no bell for footer. Walking over the bridge circuit was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet senior high to countenance larger boats to elapse underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned good and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling souvenirs, shirts, scale, jewelry, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor side of the street and soon came to an open air social organisation with various citizenry selling mostly what appeared to be hand-crafted items ; straw chapeau, forest cutting, straw ring armor holders, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the first women I encountered said"welcome to the straw market ”. She offered to deal me a hat. With the shiny sun I decided it would be a good theme to wear a hat. The men 's lid 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 shadow my face. She even stitched my initials on the vertebral column in colorful straw. I walked through the remaining booth and only picked up one Thomas More item, a 3-pocket straw chain mail bearer. I walked to the westward end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have for lunch. I walked to the other side of Bay Street.

I came to a eating house called Lums. I decided to have an early tiffin. 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 cracked conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a one dollar bill chowder, but this was much more flavorsome. The cracked conch sandwich was also proficient the nub was pounded out, harden, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like one dollar bill strips.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a turgid depot more upscale than virtually in business district, The Nassau Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to discover souvenirs for my family and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the Model bakeshop was located. She gave me counselling. 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 blocking down I saw a clean greenness cement block edifice with a inadequate ancestry of masses waiting outside a window on the street side of the building. Above the windowpane was"mannikin BAKERY"in black stop letters above the window. I took my place at the end of the ancestry. I listened as the the great unwashed ahead of me ordered. They seemed to Order loaves of bread, ass ( dinner rolls ), and/or"cement"rolls. When I got up to the window there was no tilt of products or prices visible to me. I ordered a loaf of dinero and a"cement"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a large, heavy cinnamon roll with Andrew D. White icing. I started eating it, it was scrumptious. The bread was very most and hearty. There was the decent amount of Cinnamomum zeylanicum and sugar rolled into it. The frosting was slurred, 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 ocean up ahead. Just before I got to the route running along the water. There was a tumid hotel on the left hand. I came to a sign that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the ocean ahead. I turned right-hand and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water at what appeared to be a public boat incline. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large plastic pail full of versatile fish. They also had two vauntingly fish in a sort out container.

"What are these larger fish ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my cup of tea down and helped them channelise detail from the boat to one of their cars.

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

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

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

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

They had a very thickly speech pattern, but I think they said,"A very long way and up high."

I thanked them and decided to twist 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 bridge and into the hotel. Cinnamon was still at the front desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a line of people she was helping. I went up to my way. I showered and put on a unlike set of wearing apparel. I had more than an hr before I was to come across Ceylon cinnamon in the lobby. 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 have 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 doubtfulness. I have a master key. Do you want me to bequeath ?"she asked giggling.

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

"wellspring, I usually eat out Mon nighttime,"Cinnamon said kissing me again.

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

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

"appetizer here sounds good,"I said kissing her on the neck and putting my hired man on her breast.

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

"Cinnamon is hungry,"she said unzipping my pants and pulling out my erect rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My hand found her bare breast just as she started moving to her hands and articulatio genus. Her backtalk touched the headway of my penis as I rolled on my binding freeing my former mitt to cup the other breast. Her retentive, red hair created a tent one-half way around her header. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the sides of my penis. She moved putting a knee on each side of my psyche. I had continued the massage on her bosom as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the opportunity to used my backtalk and tongue on her now protruding nipples. I reluctantly removed my deal from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her knickers. I pulled her pants and underclothing down to her knees and over my head. I rested my heading on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her pussy just a few in above my brass. Her bush was the same colour as her hair. Her vaginal lips were swelling and there was a glisten of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my bollock into her back talk. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me Wave of smashing pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

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

I started by brushing my fingers against her trimmed pubic hair. It was softer than I expected. My fingerbreadth moved to her vaginal brim, lightly touching them along their full length. Cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the crack between her sassing. moisture was clearly visible and the tips of my finger's breadth became covered with her juice. She let out her breath and took my other testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her kitty-cat mouth. She moaned causing her tongue to vibrate against my egg. It was an extremely enjoyable sense. I pushed my finger's breadth deeper and after running them the broad length a few metre I started circling around and across her button. She pushed my testis out of mouth and arched her back moaning loudly.

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

I lightly pinched her clitoris. cinnamon bark yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the head of my member. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her renal pelvis toward my sassing as she took more than of my rod into her month. I spread her pussycat lips with my digit. I swirled my tongue around her love button. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her puss farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took Thomas More of me into her mouth. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a couple of fingers slowly into her love mess. Her vaginal muscular tissue closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my control stick. I began pumping my digit inside her. She made a sound that is tough to describe. I was ready to cum.

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

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscle clamped and relaxed around my finger. Then her whole soundbox trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my case. My balls tightened and I shot my burden into her sassing. There was more than she could handle. I felt some running down my penis. I pulled my finger's breadth out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the adult climax I have ever had !"Ceylon cinnamon tree said after rolling off of me.

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

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

She got up and went to the bath. A few transactions later I got up kicked off my pants and underclothes and walked in the lav. 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 ingest a larger cockscomb,"I answered.

I got the cockscomb out of my suitcase and walked back into the bathroom. I began combing her hair and continued until she was fulfill. 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 nutrient I am looking to have,"she answered."I have to go home and feed Char, my cat, first. What variety of food do you want ?"

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

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

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

Several minutes later she came back out. She had changed into a form adjustment clothes. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and anatomy wonderfully. I felt underdressed. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't aid 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 stead right hand on the water. They have a miscellany of food. I'm sure we will observe something,"Cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a curtly drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a pier to a large platform out in the piss where the eatery was located. I followed behind her admiring her raise end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the weewee was fantastic. I believe the restaurant was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a short metre for a table. Several eyes followed Ceylon cinnamon as we walked to our tabular array. We were seated at a tabular array that had no other tables between us and the water. The bar was in the center so most of the mesa had a good thought of the water system. The menu was bombastic, 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 face looked sober and fearful.

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

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

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

I relaxed and it must let shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't mean to vex you !"cinnamon bark apologized."I met Debby a few times when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a movie and for meals. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the belief that Cindy and you were to a greater extent than just ally. Cindy thought you were a not bad guy. She wished she could find 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 physical contact. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your name when you checked in. I had to find out you were the same guy. I don't get into a intimate relationship so quick, but I felt I already knew you."

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

"Yes, you have,"Ceylon cinnamon replied.

The waiter came with our intellectual nourishment. I had gotten fried Pisces and lobster. Cinnamomum zeylanicum had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is dissimilar than the Maine lobster which almost people picture. Lobster there does not receive the large front end claws, but has long spiked feeler and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians call it crawfish. It is also called rock lobster. The meal was splendid. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

Ceylon cinnamon tree 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 Cinnamomum zeylanicum could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Ceylon cinnamon's flat. We walked upstairs and Char her cat greeted us at the door. cinnamon bark locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowl, ice cream, whipped pick, cherry red, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the table. cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundae. Cinnamon loved the cherries. They were the ones with the radical attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cherry, then absent the stem a few s later tied in a knot. cleaning lady sat in a professorship watching us. Cinnamon put a modest quantity of ice emollient on looker and put it on the floor. charr immediately jumped to the floor and licked the denture clean and jerk. Char went to the sleeping room after finishing.

"I have a wax day planned for my first day as turn guide,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said."Do you want to spend the night here ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree giggled.

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

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

"Is this reasonableness enough ?"she giggled again.

She got up. I did to and helped authorize the tabular array.

"Leave the cup of tea for tomorrow,"she I instructed.

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

I touched her neck and stroked down to her articulatio humeri. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her cervix and down the bare part of her shoulder. I undid the hook at the top of her dress and pulled the zip down. I caressed the now exposed part of her rachis. She trembled again. I slipped her frock off her shoulder. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to observe her breast while still kissing her expose skin. Her garb was form try-on. I was able to get to her knocker and put my palm over her tit and began massaging her tit. Cinnamon moaned her pleasance.

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

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

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something wrong with this scene,"she said."Your wearing apparel are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my clothes. 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 dreary it's a compliment,"I got out before we both burst out laughing.

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was terrific feeling her bosom pushing into my chest. My penis began to come to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipple. She moaned and pushed her breast to my backtalk. I opened my oral cavity and sucked on her nipple. I then used my tongue to swirl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a trivial yip, but did not move away. I moved to her early breast and did the same. Her men were running up and down my rachis.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My fingers moved between her wooden leg quickly rubbing her pussy backtalk. They were very affectionate. I pushed a couple of fingers between them. They were coated with her succus. Her hand 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 fingers. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her finger's breadth around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her stomach as I pushed two fingerbreadth into her sexual love cakehole. I kept my thumb moving over her love button. She continued to twist on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Cinnamon lifted her peg into the air. I moved between them. I slid my phallus along the outside of her pussy. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussycat lips and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the point of my rod on her love button a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The grinning on her face was soon covered by my backtalk. I kissed her as our hip came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroking she let out a small grunt of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the paries of her vagina tighten. The insistency on my penis was extremely gratifying and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my burden into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few minute 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. Char narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each former's arms.

My last thinking were what did the future keep for us .