Bahamian holiday ( continued )

( Summary of former write up : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from matter back home and the death of my bride-to-be, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The woman at the front desk at the hotel, Cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

NOTE : This occurred over 30 class ago so some of the watershed and billet mentioned may have changed since that time.

The next morning, Mon, the first matter I remember was the alarm going off. Cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed fear, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't think of the last time I had somebody in bed with me, beside my cat Char,"she explained.

cleaning woman 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 Tuesday and Wednesday 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 lead a shower down and get ready. Too bad there is not time for a double cascade,"she said with a sly grinning.

She stepped into the privy and the water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. charwoman jumped up adjacent to me and rubbed her head on my deal. I scratched her on the foreland between her spike. She pushed up against my paw asking for more. Her purr was garish. The water in the bathroom stopped. Cinnamon walked into the lav, drying herself with a towel.

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

Ceylon 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 earthnut butter and some jam on the tabular array and a couple of report plateful. When the first two slices had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the former. She put 2 additional slash in the toaster. I choose goober pea butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my goner, the taste of the bread was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.

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

"strawberry guava jam,"she replied"I bought it from a neighbour who makes it."

She handed me a corner of her pledge. I tasted it, it was a unlike taste, but it was very good.

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

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

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

I went up to my elbow room. The foremost matter I noticed was that the blossom and champagne that were in my room had been removed. I was glad they were gone because the brought back memories of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a yearn hot shower. I did the normal morning activities. I dressed then checked the weather forecast on the hotel channel. I went down to the third house. No one but Cinnamon was at the front desk.

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

"Yes, I called and had mortal do that utmost night. I also had them removed from your bill. Was that alright ?"she asked.

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

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

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

Another hotel node walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the straw man door. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a toll. I was happy to identify there was no price for pedestrian. Walking over the bridge was like going over a mound. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet high to allow declamatory boats to pass by underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned right and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both side of meat of the street. Many of them were selling souvenirs, shirts, shells, jewellery, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor side of the street and soon came to an open air social organisation with diverse mass selling mostly what appeared to be handmade point ; straw chapeau, wood carvings, straw postal service holder, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the first charwoman I encountered said"welcome to the wheat market ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a good idea to wear a hat. The men 's hats were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could have one for $ 10. I looked over the excerption. I wanted one with some brim to shade my side. She even stitched my initials on the backbone in distort straw. I walked through the remaining carrel and only picked up one more item, a 3-pocket straw post holder. I walked to the Rebecca West end of business district. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have for luncheon. I walked to the other side of Bay Street.

I came to a eating place called Lums. I decided to ingest an former dejeuner. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be able-bodied to get. I decided on a sports stadium of conch chowder and a chapped conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much more flavorful. The cracked conch sandwich was also good the nub was pounded out, seasoned, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like buck landing strip.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a larger store more upscale than virtually in business district, The Nassau workshop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to find souvenirs for my crime syndicate and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the manikin Bakery was located. She gave me centering. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the due east end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued east. A few auction block down I saw a promiscuous jet cement block building with a inadequate line of people waiting outside a window on the street side of the building. Above the windowpane was"role model BAKERY"in blackamoor block letters above the windowpane. I took my space at the end of the line. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to lodge loaf of wampum, buns ( dinner rolls ), and/or"cement"pealing. When I got up to the window there was no list of products or Mary Leontyne Price visible to me. I ordered a loaf of bread and a"cement"coil. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roster. It was a vauntingly, heavy Ceylon cinnamon tree cast with White icing. I started eating it, it was delicious. The bread was very almost and hearty. There was the right wing amount of Ceylon cinnamon tree and sugar rolled into it. The icing was thickly, 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 piss. There was a large hotel on the left. I came to a polarity that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the route with the ocean ahead. I turned rightfulness and continued east. There were 3 men taking a gravy holder out of the water at what appeared to be a world gravy holder 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 great fish in a separate container.

"What are these larger Pisces the Fishes ?"I asked.

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

I put my traveling bag down and helped them channelize items from the boat to one of their cars.

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

"About 5 statute mile off east End,"one of them answered

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

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

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

I thanked them and decided to become around thinking it was too far for me to get to. I walked along the ocean side road, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the bridge and into the hotel. Ceylon 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 room. I showered and put on a different set of apparel. I had more than an hr before I was to meet Cinnamon in the lobby. I lay down on the bed. The adjacent thing I remember was the bed moving. I opened my eyes and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must birth 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 question. I have a lord key. Do you want me to leave alone ?"she asked giggling.

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

"wellspring, I usually eat out Mon dark,"cinnamon said kissing me again.

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

"We could induce appetizer here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

"Appetizers here sounds secure,"I said kissing her on the cervix and putting my hand on her breast.

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

"Cinnamon is athirst,"she said unzipping my drawers and pulling out my raise rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My helping hand found her strip knocker just as she started moving to her men and knee joint. Her lips touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my other deal to cup the other breast. Her foresightful, red hair created a tent one-half way around her question. I was still capable to see as she kissed up and down the sides of my penis. She moved putting a knee on each English of my heading. 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 mouth and tongue on her now protruding nipples. I reluctantly removed my men from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her drawers. I pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees and over my head. I rested my head on top of them. They were warmly. I gazed up at her pussy just a few in above my face. 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 testicle into her sassing. She swirled her lingua around it, giving me waves of big pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

"When are you going to set forth eating your appetiser ?"she asked with a giggle.

I started by brushing my digit against her reduce pubic hair. It was softer than I expected. My finger's breadth moved to her vaginal rim, lightly touching them along their full length. Ceylon cinnamon tree breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the pass between her lips. moisture was clearly seeable and the tips of my fingers became covered with her succus. She let out her hint and took my other testicle into her sassing. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy lips. She moaned causing her clapper to vibrate against my ball. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. I pushed my fingerbreadth deeper and after running them the full-of-the-moon length a few times I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my testis out of sassing and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her button. cinnamon yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the headspring of my penis. Her glossa licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my rima oris as she took more than of my rod into her month. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I swirled my tongue around her love button. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her slit farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took 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 life hole. Her vaginal muscular tissue closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a sound that is arduous to trace. I was quick to cum.

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

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clamped and relaxed around my fingerbreadth. Then her whole body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my typeface. My balls tightened and I shot my load into her mouth. There was More than she could handle. I felt some running down my member. 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 biggest sexual climax I have ever had !"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said after rolling off of me.

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

After a few more minute of arc Ceylon cinnamon tree said,"I have to pick up and get redressed."

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

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

"Sorry, but I do have a declamatory comb,"I answered.

I got the comb out of my bag and walked back into the bath. I began combing her hair and continued until she was satisfy. I cleaned up and got dressed.

"Where do you usually eat out ?"I inquired.

"There are a few situation. It depends on what character of solid food I am looking to have,"she answered."I have to go household and feed 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 provender Char and be right out,"she said.

Several minutes later she came back out. She had changed into a form adjustment dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and material body wonderfully. I felt underdressed. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't service but stare at her.

"You are staring,"she said.

"I'm sorry !"I responded.

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

"You look absolutely stunning !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a place right field on the water system. They have a mixed bag of solid food. I'm sure we will chance something,"Ceylon cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a light crusade she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a bobtail to a tumid chopine out in the pee where the restaurant was located. I followed behind her admiring her arse end as she walked. The sun was setting and the sight across the water system was marvellous. I believe the restaurant was called"anchorage ground ”. We waited a unawares metre for a table. Several eyes followed Cinnamon as we walked to our mesa. We were seated at a table that had no other tables between us and the water. The bar was in the core so nigh of the table had a unspoiled purview of the water. The fare 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 expression looked severe and fearful.

My brain 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 United States of America ?

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

"I know Cindy, Debby's cousin, from college. My dormitory way was following to Cindy's dorm room my cobbler's last 2 years of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must experience shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't entail to care you !"cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few time when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a movie and for meal. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the impression that Cindy and you were more than just admirer. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could find a guy like you,"Ceylon cinnamon explained."I know Debby loved you very much. She spoke about you a lot while she was visiting. She wanted to get plate to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in contact lens. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your name when you checked in. I had to find out out you were the Lapp guy. I don't get into a intimate relationship so dissolute, but I felt I already knew you."

"Wow ! It is a small worldly concern. Have I lived up to your outlook ?"I asked.

"Yes, you have,"Cinnamon replied.

The waiter came with our food. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. cinnamon bark had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is unlike than the Maine lobster which nigh people picture. Lobster there does not have the large front claws, but has long spiked aerial and a bumpy scale. The Bahamians call it retreat. It is also called rock lobster. The meal was fantabulous. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

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

I grabbed the tab and paid for the repast before Ceylon cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon's flat. We walked upstairs and charr her cat greeted us at the doorway. Ceylon cinnamon locked the doorway behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with pipe bowl, ice cream, whipped cream, cherries, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the table. Cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundaes. cinnamon loved the cherry red. They were the ones with the stems attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cherry tree, then remove the stem turn a few seconds later tied in a greyback. Char sat in a chair watching us. Cinnamon put a small amount of ice cream on smasher and put it on the floor. Char immediately jumped to the storey and licked the photographic plate clean and jerk. Char went to the bedroom after finishing.

"I have a full day planned for my first day as duty tour pathfinder,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said."Do you require to spend the night here ?"cinnamon giggled.

"Well I've had dessert. Do you birth a reason for me to stay on ?"I tried to say with a uncoiled face.

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

"Is this rationality enough ?"she giggled again.

She got up. I did to and helped crystalise the table.

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

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off lights as I carried her to the sleeping room. I kissed her before going through the bedroom door. Once inside I saw Char laying across the heart 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 shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her cervix and down the strip part of her shoulder. I undid the sweetener at the top of her dress and pulled the slide fastener down. I caressed the now exposed part of her book binding. She trembled again. I slipped her dress off her shoulder. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to find her breast while still kissing her exposed skin. Her dress was manakin trying on. I was able to get to her bosom and put my palm over her mamilla and began massaging her breast. cinnamon bark moaned her pleasance.

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

We got out of bed. We removed her clothes and the quietus of her apparel. I stood staring at the lovely woman in front man of me.

"You are staring,"cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something wrong with this picture,"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 chairwoman 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 fantastic feeling her boob pushing into my breast. My penis began to come to lifespan. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her breast to my mouth. I opened my oral cavity and sucked on her teat. I then used my clapper to twirl around her tit. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a little yip, but did not make a motion away. I moved to her other breast and did the same. Her hands were running up and down my vertebral column.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My finger's breadth moved between her legs quickly rubbing her pussy brim. They were very warm. I pushed a pair of finger's breadth between them. They were coated with her juice. Her hand found my penis. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the length of it. I moved to her button. 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 digit around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her breadbasket as I pushed two digit into her love hole. I kept my thumb moving over her passion push button. She continued to worm on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Cinnamomum zeylanicum lifted her legs 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 mouth and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the head of my rod on her love push a few fourth dimension before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The grin 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 pleasance. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten. The pressure on my penis was extremely pleasurable and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my payload into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few hour later she arched her back and screamed again. She shivered, then relaxed back onto the bed. I hugged her tight. I rolled onto my side pulling her onto her side. cleaning woman narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's weaponry.

My endure cerebration were what did the hereafter hold for us .