Bahama Islands holiday ( 4 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from computer memory after my fiancee 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Ceylon cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the terminal three Night together. She has 2 days off yesterday she was my tour usher in Nassau. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the married man of one of her co-workers. )

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamon. I listened to her slow steady breathing. I smelled the enticing scent of her hair. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying succeeding to a fair sex who had posed nude for a image in man-about-town. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the dock at 6:00 to take on of scout. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The phone rang. Ceylon cinnamon tree awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her side of meat of the bed.

"hello ! Ok thanks !"she said as she hung up the earphone."That was our wake-up call."

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the wild position of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. The exhibitor came on and she closed the shower curtain. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were quick we were on our way. We arrived at the dock and a magniloquent bleak was standing there near a 17 ft Boston whaler.

"Andy this is Henry Martyn Robert,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said when we got to the boat.

We got aboard and I shook hands with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the hind end behind him and we left the pier. We headed toward the east end of the island. Robert stopped by an island east of Paradise Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a duad of min. I am going to drop a distich of Fish maw before we go out farther to fish,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 sand trap over with void credit card congius containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed east southeast. The piss got cryptic. We continued several statute mile until New providence, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water began to get shallower. The sea was relatively suave. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the urine.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"Shoals,"he answered."They are rocky formations with plants and fish surrounded by ashen sand."

We headed to a enceinte iniquity spot in the water. Robert put the railway locomotive in inert and grabbed a water methamphetamine. The weewee chicken feed looked like a wooden pail with glass on the heavy end. Robert leaned over the side and moved the water shabu around looking for something.

"This will do for a starting point,"Robert said.

His emphasis was thick, but still was easy to interpret. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 base. Put the engine in indifferent, then put the backbone overboard. He let out forget me drug until stern was about 10 metrical unit from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor rope from one side of the bow to the other. The stern swung over and lined up better with the shallow.

"We use drop lines here for these Fish,"Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the decoy, conch. I had never seen a hold out conch before. The animal from inside the beautiful racing shell was mostly blank, but there was a dark contribution up near the prod. The branch line looked like plastic. There were also some orange character. Robert cut the orange section up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the bloodless part and put these pieces on the hooks. He handed Cinnamon and I each a bobbin with the bait and a lead doughnut.

"Drop the claw and sinker just over the side. Let out note until you do n't find the weightiness of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more feet,"Robert instructed."Then pull up the line and let it come down on the bottom of the boat. Do n't loop the billet around your fingers, wrist, or handwriting. You will get a bad suntan or cut from the short letter if a fish is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our lines back in cinnamon screamed.

"I have a fish on my melodic line !"she exclaimed.

"Pull it in gracious and steady,"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

I continued to pull in my line as I watched Cinnamon. Soon Cinnamon had her Pisces out of water supply. Henry M. Robert stepped over and brought it into the sauceboat. He unhooked it and held it for a few second base for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was puritanical and yellow striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a oink, you can recite why,"Henry M. Robert said as he put it in a large charge card pail partly filled with water."Good eatin'."

He threw some of the Orange pieces out toward the shallow. He baited Cinnamon's hook and threw it out toward the shoal.

"give it line until it reaches can, then rip it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's example and throw my contrast also. Soon cinnamon bark screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my descent, set the claw, and began pulling in my first Pisces. Cinnamon had another grunt about the Lapp sizing as her number one. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My Pisces was longer and thinner.

As he took my Fish off the hook Robert said,"This is a Seriola dorsalis snapper."

The fish was blue on top and derriere with a yellow stripe from the branchia to the tail end. We continued fishing for the next 90 bit or so. We had caught about 20 Fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Henry Martyn Robert said,"Time to strike on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another school. We anchored and caught a few Pisces the Fishes before there was a big jerk on my credit line as I was pulling in a Pisces. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the blood. There was nothing on the line, no hook, no sinker, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Henry M. Robert."We can either charm him or travel. What do you desire ?"

"Well Ceylon cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would pretend for an interesting memory board and a proficient taradiddle,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it dangerous ?"Cinnamon asked.

"I've done it before. Just take in to be careful if it gets in the boat and starts flopping around,"said Robert.

Henry M. Robert got out another sportfishing billet. It had a wire leader, a larger draw, and was a good deal thicker. He took one of the smaller fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the communication channel. He unwound a good amount of line and then threw the crochet fish as far as he could. Since there was no donut it stayed near the surface of the piddle. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the billet. He got it back in the gravy holder and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Robert yelled.

There was definitely with child dark shape moving toward the fish on the end of the business line. The air went taut. Henry Martyn Robert jerked the channel setting the claw. He gave the Fish some logical argument and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong fish. He was able-bodied to gain wrinkle a animal foot or so at a meter.

"Do you want to feel the fight in this one ?"he asked me.

I went over and he passed me the line. This was like no other fish I had caught in the lakes of North Star State. When the Fish struggled I could only hold it steadily or give it back a little line.

"Keep the line taut. If you give a cuda slack it can masticate through the alloy leader,"Robert instructed.

20 or 25 minutes later the barracuda was coming up next to the boat. Robert had grabbed a 2x4 with a hold carved out of one end. He had used this to Syrian pound the conch to soften it up. He called it a bruiser.

As Cinnamomum zeylanicum watched, she said,"Be measured !"

She sounded a petty affright. The Fish was now along side the boat.

"Lift it's psyche out of the H2O !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inches of the fish out of the water, Henry M. Robert hit the barracuda several times with the bruiser. The Fish looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the Pisces the Fishes into the boat. It was about 4 feet long. Robert stuck the handle of the bruiser into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had sharp tooth and an furious look. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know someone who will pay me for this, take and rise it, and then sell it,"Robert said.

We began fishing again, but didn't even get a nibble.

After various hour Robert said,"The cuda pushed the former Pisces into hiding. We should run elsewhere."

We moved to another shoal. After anchoring we began fishing again. After catching a few fish, Ceylon cinnamon got something on her line.

"Help ! I can't twist it in,"she called out.

Henry Martyn Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a Fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am sure I did. It jerked and pulled a couple of times,"she said."I got a couple of pulling in then couldn't twist anymore."

Robert took the business and pulled it a twain of different directions. The line of reasoning came unblock then went taut again.

"The Fish is still on the line. The contrast must let gotten caught on the shallow,"Robert said giving the line back to Cinnamon.

I watched as Cinnamon pulled in the Pisces the Fishes. When she got the Fish into the gravy holder, it was a large, Robert Gray, roundish-shaped fish. Henry Martyn Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

"They call this a trigger fish. Let me show you why. Andy push the big spine down,"Robert said.

The fish had a large prickle and a smaller spine on it's back. I pushed on the larger spine. It wouldn't motion.

"Ceylon cinnamon, you push the spine down,"robe requested.

Cinnamon pushed the spinal column and it went down easily.

"It's a caper,"explained Henry Martyn Robert."To get the large spinal column to collapse you must crusade down the smaller pricker. That's why it is called a trigger fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

"We are going to give to go in soon. There's conditions coming in,"he said pointing out to the south.

"Let's go in now,"said cinnamon looking worried.

Robert started the railway locomotive and started pulling up the anchor. We wound up our fishing lines. With the lynchpin aboard we started back to New Providence.

"We have to retrieve my fish traps,"Robert said.

As we neared the blot we had dropped the traps, Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along side one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the trap were a pair of fish and 4 crawfish, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second gear snare. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his face had a expression of disappointment. Then as it broke the surface his expression turned to fear.

"Get back !"he shouted.

cinnamon bark and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the side of the boat and quickly put it down on the deck.

"There's a moray eel in the trap !"Henry Martyn Robert shouted."Andy find the large knife and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his seat and found both the knife and the tomahawk. Each had a instance covering their sword. I removed the casing and set them on his seat.

"Which do you require first ?"I asked.

"The hatchet, then the tongue soon after,"he responded.

I handed Henry Martyn Robert the Robert the hatchet and waited for him to ask for the knife.

"Be careful,"Cinnamon said.

Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the head using the hold of the hatchet sticking it through the opening in the trap. The eel made a strait I can only delineate as a hiss.

"Hand me the tongue !"Henry M. Robert instructed.

I gave him the tongue. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel's head. Cinnamomum zeylanicum had turned away. The dog portion flopped a few fourth dimension then stopped. Robert sighed in relief.

"These matter are evil. Their teeth curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can't puff away,"Robert explained.

The eel looked to be about two and one-half invertebrate foot long. Cinnamon and I had seen a small one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish trap opened the door and didder out the contents. Then dunked the trap a couple of times to houseclean it. Soon we were heading back to the dock. We stopped at a dockside gas ticker and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the stain we started.

"Look !"said Robert pointing toward the east end of the island.

There was a skag storm that appeared to be over the arena we had been fishing about an hour earlier.

"I'll clean the Fish. Cinnamon you can format with holly to pick them up,"Henry M. Robert said.

I assumed holly was his married woman that worked with cinnamon bark. I paid him the quantity that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and swarm to Cinnamomum zeylanicum's apartment. We walked into her apartment and were confronted by her cat Char. It sounded like Char was upset that Cinnamon had not come home last nighttime. It was still mid-afternoon, but Cinnamomum zeylanicum went to the kitchen and fed her.

"I'm taking a shower bath,"she said going to the bedroom.

I heard the water come on, but not the exhibitor. She came out the bedroom completely undressed.

"Are you waiting for an scratch invitation ?"she asked before turning around and going back into the bedroom.

I went into the bedchamber, disrobe, and then walked into the can. Cinnamon was standing in the bath tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. Cinnamon turned the cascade on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample breasts pressing into my chest. The hot water was running down her backbone. I rubbed my handwriting down her cover and down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our clapper. I began to tighten up, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass buttock and pulled us tighter together.

Cinnamon pulled her mouthpiece away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't wait to get your 'eel'inwardly me."

She laughed. She reached between our bodies searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my member. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the tip of being abominable pushing up against her. Cinnamon knelt down in the tub in front of me. My phallus rubbed up her belly, and across one of her chest as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her mouth when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my thorax. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her clapper swirled around it before she took it into her rima oris. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her tongue on the tip. Slowly she took more of me into her sass. She cupped her hands around each of my balls. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her brain, encouraging her to consider me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my hands to her shoulders and massaged them. Cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace. I held off thrusting, not wanting her to gag again. Soon I was on the brink of cumming.

"I'm going to cum,"I said.

She continued and I exploded down her throat. She sucked me dry, then pulled back.

"So this is what eel tastes like,"she giggled.

She stood back up. We hugged. I leaned over and took one of her pap into my mouth. She moaned satisfied, pushing my mouth tighter to her knocker.

"Can we switch spot ? I've had decent water on my cover,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the water. I moved to her other breast. I sucked hard and nibbled lightly on her mamilla. She jerked a petty, then pushed my capitulum against her chest. I moved lower kissing down her venter to her belly clit. I put my finger in her navel and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That feels weird and sort of titillation. Not bad Weird, just different."

I stuck my tongue in her bellybutton and wiggled it around. She shivered.

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water system was cascading down the front of her and on to my face. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips open with my fingerbreadth. My tongue moved over and around her clitoris. Cinnamomum zeylanicum moaned loudly. Her manpower pushed my forefront into her pussy. I licked harder and faster trying not to swim in the mental process. I pushed one finger, then two into her sexual love hole. I let them explore inside her. Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned loudly again. I heard cleaning woman meow from the direction of the doorway leading to the bedroom.

"char everything is f… ”, her articulation trailed off as her trunk stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my mouth and spit. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her genu began to give. I grabbed her legs to affirm her. She put her hands on my berm to steady herself. charwoman poked her head around the niche of the shower curtain the direction I was looking.

"Hi char,"I said.

cinnamon bark looked back over her shoulder.

"char you never come in when the cascade is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Cinnamon said as Char disappeared."I'll wash your haircloth since it is already wet, if you wash mine after."

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the nursing bottle of shampoo. She worked up a lather and gently washed my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched position. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the vision and feel of her endearing red locks. My hands made their way from her headway down to her lower back. I couldn't help myself. My manus continued down to her ass impudence. I kneaded them. She pushed her tooshie end back into me. She rinsed her fuzz while her head was lowered.

"Do you want me to satisfy the bathtub tub ?"she asked.

"Sure,"I said realizing our nude time together was not over.

She set the tub to be filled and switched the cascade off. The tub began to sate. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her legs inside mine. The water rose until it covered our legs. Cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her calves and as far up her thighs as I could touch. She rubbed my calves which were a lilliputian sore from keeping my balance on the boat as it rocked in the waves. Cinnamon slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the weewee was lapping at the safe waste pipe. Her hands encircled my already growing extremity. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her kitty-cat with one handwriting and her copious titty with the former. I slid my finger's breadth up and down the distance of her pussycat backtalk and squeezed her knocker gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was rear and hard. She tipped her oral sex back enjoying the genius.

"I want you inside me before you cum !"she said emphatically.

I was fully erect and loved the feeling of the warm piddle and her hands bringing me tight and closer to the edge. I inserted two fingers into her and put my quarter round on her love release. Her phone rang. We both paused for a endorsement, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine kick on and lead the call. ( This was the early 80's in the Bahamas, voicemail was not usable. ) Cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love hole. I moved both hands to her tit. I slid into her as she continued to prompt forward. She was mean and slick magazine inside. Our pelvis met. We hugged each other for more than a minute. We both started thrusting, making the water in the tub splashing around. Each time we bumped each other Cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some body of water splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"living going, hard and tight,"she said.

I increased my stride and she hers. We banged together for almost some prison term before I shot my cargo inside her. Cinnamon grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal brawniness clamped around me, then spasmed the length of my rod. When she stopped shivering she lay down in the tub with her head resting on the far end. I lay back resting my head on the other end. I remained inside her for a shortly metre before I slid out. The water began to cool and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

"I'm going to lave our dress,"Cinnamon said."There's a robe hanging in my closet."

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the washing machine beginning. I sat down in the support room.

"I'm going to mind to the substance on the machine,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few minutes later she came out.

"Charles Hardin Holley invited us to dinner tonight. Should I say we'll be there ?"Cinnamon asked.

"Sure they have been so helpful,"I replied.

Ceylon cinnamon called Holly and accepted. She finished the washables. We got dressed.

"Cinnamomum zeylanicum,"I paused."Do … do you consume a copy of the Corinthian you were in ?"

"Yes, I do !"she answered."Would you like to see it ?"

"Yes !"I said.

She disappeared into the bedroom. She had a clip in her manus. She opened it and handed it to me.

"I'm on the modest left field,"she said as if I wouldn't acknowledge her."Do n't be looking at the other photograph !"

I looked at her picture show. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very little. In her picture she was completely nude painting. It pictured her from the knee joint on up. Her face and breasts were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair and kitty-cat were not visible.

"Which do you like better ?"she asked.

"I like the really thing better than a picture,"I responded."I'm a hands-on variety of guy !"

She smiled and kissed me. We waited to leave for supper .