Bahama Islands holiday ( 3 )

( Background : I took a head trip to get away from memories after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, capital of the Bahamas, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Ceylon cinnamon tree, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two nights together. She has the next two 24-hour interval off and has offered to be my term of enlistment guide. )

I woke up in the morning in cinnamon's bed at her apartment. I still had my branch around her, however during the night she had turned and was facing away from me. I was snuggled up close to her. I loved the odour of her pilus. I was not certainly if it was her shampoo or perfume. My penis was slightly put up and nuzzle between her butt cheeks. I did not want to rouse Ceylon cinnamon tree. It felt wonderful just laying here adjacent to her. Her skin was so polish and easygoing. About a hour later she began to call down. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fearfulness in her eyes. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

"Good morning !"she said."I just am not used to waking up with someone else in my bed."

We kissed, then she turned her head back. I kissed her on the neck. She purred.

"We need to get set up for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to move this feels so respectable. Do you require to go back to the hotel for dress ?"

I thought for a few seconds and answered,"No. I only wore the wearing apparel I have here for a few hours finis night."

"Good ! That gives us a more prison term before we leave,"she said.

Her cat Char jumped up on the bed and walked up and meowed in Ceylon cinnamon's face.

"She wants to be fed. She won't leave me alone until that happens,"she said.

Ceylon cinnamon got up and went to the kitchen. In a few minutes she came back into the sleeping room. I watched her breasts bounce as she walked toward the bed.

"Do you require to play ‘ Follow the drawing card'?"she asked.

"With you leading I will definitely follow !"I answered.

She took my hand. I got out of bed and followed her into the bathroom. I intently watched her tight rear end as she walked in front of me. She turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, then guided me in. She shut the shower drapery behind us.

"cargo area out your mitt,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquid goop in them, then put some in her bridge player. She started by rubbing soap on my chest of drawers. I returned the favor. Soaping her breasts. She tipped her head back and enjoyed my script moving around her nipples. cinnamon bark moved down to my belly, then down to my member and balls. Sliding her hired hand all around my fellow member. I was already fully rear. I moved my hand around to her back and caressed her dorsum from articulatio humeri down to her put up end. She reached around to my rear end pulling closer to her. My penis was now trapped between our physical structure with the head pressing against her navel. I grabbed her butt with both hands. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, firm cheeks. She moaned running her handwriting up and down my back. I moved my finger's breadth between her coffin nail cheeks. I circled a couple of finger's breadth around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my fingerbreadth inside. She was extremely crocked and her anatomical sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my other hand to her front and lathered her pubic hair and pussy brim. She began pumping my penis with her hand. I soaped her love button to groan of pleasure. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two fingers inside her dearest hole to a gasp from Ceylon cinnamon. I had finger's breadth moving in and out of her forepart and her rear.

"ass me Andy ! Fuck me !"she yelled.

I pushed her back against the wall and used my bridge player to guide my erecting into her vagina. I continued to move my fingers in the back as Charles Herbert Best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my cock into her with Cinnamon gasping for breath. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my cervix to keep from collapsing on the storey. I pushed one finis metre into her and then exploded into her. Cinnamon groaned and shook as she reached her orgasm. Her vaginal muscle clamped around me, squeezing the last-place of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

"No ( breath ), no ( breath ), More,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the piss was tuning down her back. She regained her breath, then turned to face the exhibitioner. I put some more Georgia home boy on my hands and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started working it into her hair. There was the olfactory property I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her hair's-breadth. She had a lot of hair. It reached to the middle of her spine. I loved the sheeny red color. She bent over to rinse off her whisker. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect phallus. It slipped between her boldness and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

"Not now, maybe another time. The hot water will be running out soon,"she explained.

"Ok, I really wasn't voiceless enough and it just happened to get there,"I replied."Let's electrical switch ends so I can lave my hair."

We repositioned so I could wet my whisker. As soon as my hair was wet cinnamon bark began shampooing my whisker. I don't think anyone else had washed my pilus since my mother did it when I was a child. It felt good. The water quickly was becoming tank. I rinsed quickly. We changed situation again and Cinnamon rinsed a few office on her eubstance that had been missed before. She turned the water off. We used the towels on the counter to dry each other. This was nearly as stir as the prison term in the shower. Her skin from head to foot was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a declamatory bit of lentigo, but these just added to her stunner. I brushed her hair after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a prompt breakfast, she put down dry food and a bowl of piss for Char, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the wholly day. Is there anything you know you want to do ?"she asked before starting the engine.

"Well, yesterday when I went exploring I saw a sign for Edward Thatch's pillar toward the east end of the island. I 've always had some fascination with sea robber,"I said."And I … ah … never mind."

"What is it ? You can say anything,"Cinnamon queried.

I waited then said,"Yesterday I came across some men who had been out sportfishing. Fishing here would be an concern experience. But that would require a lot of planning before hand."

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go sportfishing with my father in Wisconsin,"Cinnamon said."We will try to obtain Blackbeard's Tower later today. I do have to stop at the hotel before we start our day."

We drove off and went across the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked outside the main entrance. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 minute later she returned. We drove off back over the span to capital of the Bahamas.

"We are going to the fairy 's staircase, the water tower, and fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the bottom of the stairs. The poove's Staircase is 66 steps that were carved out of limestone by hard worker in the hold up character of the 1700 's. It was renamed poove's Staircase for the reign of pouf Victoria who had freed the striver in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas and reigned for 64 geezerhood. I learned later that one of the steps had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a number of trafficker selling items that were justly out of the downtown Straw Market. Cinnamomum zeylanicum and I took mental picture of the other standing at the bottom of the stairs. One of the men selling detail offered to rent a picture of both of us for a dollar mark. I gave him the money and he took the painting. Cinnamomum zeylanicum and I walked up the stairs holding hands. To one side of the stairs there was a low waterfall cascading down toward the prat. I noticed respective men turning their heads to look at Cinnamon. Some had an expression of credit on their face. Ceylon cinnamon was a very beautiful woman so I could infer them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a number of picture post wag and a short Christian Bible with information regarding the staircase, piddle pillar, and fort. This was the high power point on the island. It made sense that the H2O column and fort were located here. The step were constructed to gain it easy to get to the eminent point where the fort was located. Again I noticed several men turning their heads as Cinnamon passed. We paid a minor fee to go to the top of the piss tower. We took the lift to the top, the lift wheeler dealer recited a suddenly history of the water system tugboat and statistics regarding it 's elevation. I handed him a couple of dollars as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observation deck and could see the whole island since the sky was well-defined. It was a terrific mess. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the ecumenical way of the airport. Again we took pictures of each other with various views in the background. A offspring boy offered to take a picture of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our icon. I handed him a duad of dollar sign when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile yearner then took the coiling staircase to the bottom.

We then walked over to Fort Fincastle. The fort was shaped like a paddle boat apparently to deceive ships approaching the haven. When it was used as a fortress it had a number of shank to be used if uncongenial ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not take the"functionary"tour. Again there were a number of men taking Sir Thomas More than a casual notice of Cinnamon. Some with an expression of realisation. We left the fort and went back down the pouf's staircase to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few minutes we came to another fortress, fortress Charlotte. This was a much great fort. We walked across the bridge over the dry moat. We joined a grouping that was gathering for a tour. There were about 20 of us when the tour started. Our tour template went through the history of the garrison, injected witticism as he did. We completed the upper story and moved to the low level. On the lower level there were dungeons with mannequins depicting tortures that may experience taken position.

When we came to the wheel the duty tour guide said,"And this is how they created player for the NBA."

well-nigh everyone chuckled. We completed the spell of the lower stage. The guide told us to cohere around for the firing of the cannon at noon. I handed the draw $ 5 as we exited the gloomy level. The firing of the cannon was in 15 proceedings so we waited around. We took pictures of each early standing by one of the cannon. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to train a scene of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious placard of Cinnamon. A young man was telling the radical about the cannon. He was going to terminate the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to lade it with a fond charge. He prepared the cannon and shot it with a loud boom. The cannon rocked back a unretentive length then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a quick lunch, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our entrance money. We walked along the path with our arms around each other. We looked at respective of the plants and animals that were on display. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a give area with benches arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for"The MArch of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to come about in about 15 minutes. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The trainer asked if anyone would wish to step into the circle and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamon to go out so I could get a few pictures. The flamingos surrounded her and I took several pictures. After the appearance ended we walked over to the sea life history sphere. There were a bit of Pisces the Fishes and early interesting sea wight. We came around the corner and there was a large shallow syndicate with a telephone number of sea turtleneck.

A man came out and asked,"Would like to see the turtles close up."

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the kitty and secured one of the turtleneck. Additional people gathered around the kitty. He brought the turtle over to the face of the pool.

"This is a greenish sea turtleneck,"he explained.

He allowed us to extend to the back of it's shell. He then tipped the turtle up with it's read/write head and front flipper in the air. We touched the case on its venter. It was smoother than the scale on it's back. He gave others the same opportunity. He next secured another turtle.

"This is a hawksbill polo-neck,"he said.

This turtle had a curved nozzle and beautiful shell and scrape coloration. It was much smaller than the other turtle and he was able to rise it completely out if the piddle. It flapped it's front fin and looked like it was trying to fly.

"I can't let you touch it. It may bite,"he warned.

He had a box for contribution and I left a generous one. We walked into the natural endowment shop.

Cinnamon tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of turn turtle shield. Sea turtles are endangered and you can't call for turtle products into the U.S."

There was a lot of turtle shell jewelry. lots of it was fairly expensive. The next display case had a selection of lounge carapace jewelry. When cinnamon bark was looking at some other items, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendant shaped like a affection. We left the gift shop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"Cinnamon asked.

"Something for my mother,"I answered.

"Do you still want to try to find Blackbeard's Tower ? ”, cinnamon bark asked.

"Yes, let's try ! It was east of garrison Montagu on the route along the water,"I informed her.

We drove to the place I had seen the sign the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a signaling by a rag area big enough for maybe 4 machine to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a narrow trail that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Ceylon cinnamon only because she had gotten to the outset of the path first. I watched her rise end as she walked in battlefront of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front of me. The lead got steep as we went. An old stone structure came into great deal as the path became a crumbling set of stone steps.

"We are almost there,"I said to Cinnamon.

A brace came down the stair toward us. I recognized the woman first, then the man. They were the couple from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a good spirit at Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the tower. There was a metallic element sign that that difficult to read because it was corroded. It said a trivial about the tower. It was built in the 1700's, but the constructor are not known for certain. We went into the tower and managed to climb to the top. From the top we had a good panorama of the due east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a serious vantage point to see incoming ships and make some sort of signal to other parts of the island.

I kissed cinnamon bark and said,"Thanks for a wonderful day."

She hugged me tight. I seemed she didn't want let go. She kissed my neck opening and lightly nibbled on my ear.

"I want to be a literary pirate 's bird,"Cinnamon whispered in my ear.

She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a number of house that had a view of the top of the tower. I suggested we move to the lowly tier. I got down first and helped Cinnamon down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my mortise joint. I pulled down her pants and step-in. We kicked off our shoes and clothes. I looked intently at the beautiful raw woman in front of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my hands on her breasts.

"Ye have plentiful heart my doll,"I said trying to do my scoop plagiarist imitation.

"What are your intentions you swarthy savage,"she responded.

"I intend to have my way with you and assault you,"I said.

I pressed my hands into her tit and massaged them. I pushed her up against a fluid share of the Harlan Fisk Stone wall. I kissed her hard and pushed my tongue against her lips and she opened her lips to allow it's entry. cinnamon moaned into my oral fissure. She grabbed my fundament cheek and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the theme of the bulwark. My raise penis pushed between her pegleg then up the crack between her butt cheeks. It was a strange sensation with the top of penis pressed against her warm body and the undersurface against the cooler Stone wall. I moved a paw down between her legs and located her puss. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingers between her puss backtalk.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye give me feel so good."

I moved my finger along her vaginal lips. She pushed into them. I found her clitoris and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.

She again nibbled on my ear and then whispered,"Continue my dark-skinned beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my fingerbreadth rubbed over her love button. I pressed down and moved my fingers in a flyer motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the wall and her ass cheeks. My testis bumped against her thigh with each move forward. I pushed one and then a sec finger's breadth into her love hole. Her vaginal walls pressed around my finger's breadth. I thrust them in and out to moans of approval.

"I'm ready for you to ‘ thrill me forest ’,"I whispered in her ear.

She continued to moan. She pushed her breast and pelvic girdle into my welcoming hands.

"If your cannon ball are set up you should load your cannon !"cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"cannon"have access to her love hole. She guided me into her. Her ardent hands felt respectable compared to the cold paries the underside of my member had been resting on. I slid into her hot, pat, sloshed love tunnel.

"clip to prime your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my carom. My fingers moved back to her clitoris. For several transactions we continued pounding against each other. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid weather of the cheery afternoon. The scent of the salt air just added to the delight we both were feeling.

"The cannon is primed !"I said to her between breaths.

"Fire when ready !"Cinnamomum zeylanicum returned, just as I felt her clamp around my cannon.

"The primer is lit,"I said as my balls tightened."Firing !"I shouted as her sexual climax took over her body.

I shot my incumbrance into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her torso stiffened and her arms and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her back orgasm. I continued to pump.

"Stop, stop !"she exclaimed."You hit your target."

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me timbers,"I responded.

We held each former until our respiration returned to convention and at to the lowest degree my philia stopped pounding in my breast. We gathered our apparel and began getting dressed. I helped cinnamon with her bra. We heard the voice of tiddler saying Blackbeard's Tower coming from down the track. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumbling pace. At the end of the footfall where the track leveled out, we were passed by 2 unseasoned boys maybe 12 and 10. A few second later a younger young woman passed us. Then their parents walked past. The beginner took a long flavour Cinnamon.

The mother said,"Hi ! How much farther ?"

"Not far, a slight over 100 human foot, but it gets unconscionable,"I replied.

She thanked me as we all continued on our way. We got back to the car and drove to her apartment.

"I am going to go feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to stay here or fare up ?"Cinnamon asked.

"I'll just stop here, unless there is something I can help you with,"I replied.

"No, I will be right back out,"she said.

While I waited in the car, I again wondered about all the men who had taken particular notice of Cinnamon today. Some with a touch of recognition. In a few minutes Cinnamon got back in the car.

"I have some news,"she said."Do you still want to try fishing ?"

"Yes,"I replied."But it is too late."

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The married man of someone I work with takes the great unwashed out fishing for a bread and butter. He usually takes Tuesday and Midweek off, but agreed to takes us out for half cost if we pay for gas, and bait."

"That sounds wondrous ! Thank you !"I said.

"Do you listen us staying in your hotel elbow room ? We could parliamentary law room serving and get to bed early,"Cinnamon said."We are supposed to encounter Ken at the loading dock at six."

"Sound good to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridgework to nirvana Island. She parked in the employee region and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the first night I would spend in my way. cinnamon ordered for us and got our meals for discharge. We watched television as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were undressed and in bed with me snuggled up to her back with my arm around her. I cupped her tit with my mitt. I squeezed it lightly.

"That feels good,"said cinnamon."But no sex tonight. I am a little sore."

"I understand,"I said still caressing her titty."Cinnamon, you are a very beautiful woman and men count your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a look of recognition on some of their faces."

After a arcminute or so she said,"fountainhead … I may know why."She stopped."I … I was in Playboy a couple of years ago."

I let that cesspool in. I did not need to say the faulty thing.

"You are certainly someone I would like to see au naturel,"I said.

"You … you do n't recall to a lesser extent of me, do you ?"she asked.

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both interesting and exciting. I never thought I would own sex with a Playboy model."Still picking my words carefully.

"Playboy model, hardly. I heard they were looking for adult female for an forthcoming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an information sheet. They called me back for an interview the following day. I must hold done well. At the end of the interview they asked if I would detain to have some clothed pictures taken. They called a few days later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the narration shorter I made it into the cartridge,"she finished.

"congratulations,"I said.

"Thank you !"she said in a tired voice.

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a short-circuit time just thinking about how lucky I was to have made love to someone who appeared in playboy .