Bahamas Vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a slip to get away from retentiveness after my fiancee 's, Debby's, decease. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three Night together. She has 2 days off yesterday she was my tour guide in Nassau. Today we are going sportfishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her co-workers. )

I awoke with my arm still around Ceylon cinnamon tree. I listened to her slow steady breathing. I smelled the enticing odour of her hair. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying future to a womanhood who had posed nude for a photo in playboy. I looked at the clock by the position of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the dock at 6:00 to meet of pathfinder. I just lay there enjoying the warmheartedness of her dead body pressed against mine. The phone rang. Cinnamon awoke and picked up the earphone since it was on her side of the bed.

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

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the howling view of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. The shower bath came on and she closed the cascade curtain. She finished and I took my shower bath. As soon as we were prepare we were on our way. We arrived at the dock and a improbable black was standing there near a 17 foot capital of Massachusetts whaler.

"Andy this is Robert,"Ceylon cinnamon said when we got to the boat.

We got aboard and I shook paw with Henry M. Robert. cinnamon bark and I sat down on the seats behind him and we left the dock. 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 minutes. I am going to drop a yoke of angle traps before we go out farther to fish,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with evacuate charge plate Imperial gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed east Southeast. The water supply got mysterious. We continued respective miles until New capital of Rhode Island, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The body of water began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively tranquil. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the water.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"Shoals,"he answered."They are rocky shaping with flora and fish surrounded by white sand."

We headed to a large dark spot in the H2O. Robert put the engines in electroneutral and grabbed a water shabu. The water glass looked like a wooden pail with meth on the large end. Henry Martyn Robert leaned over the side of meat and moved the weewee glass around looking for something.

"This will do for a start stop,"Henry M. Robert said.

His accent was thick, but still was prosperous to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the engine in indifferent, then put the ground tackle overboard. He let out rope until stern was about 10 pes from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor rope from one side of meat of the bow to the other. The unrelenting swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use drop short letter here for these fish,"Henry Martyn Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the bait, conch. I had never seen a exist conch before. The creature from inside the beautiful case was mostly white, but there was a dark part up near the spine. The spur looked like plastic. There were also some orange theatrical role. Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the Andrew Dickson White region and put these piece on the hook shot. He handed Cinnamon and I each a spool with the lure and a lead sinker.

"cliff the sweetener and sinker just over the side. Let out line until you do n't feel the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 Thomas More groundwork,"Robert instructed."Then rive up the melody and let it fall on the bottom of the sauceboat. Do n't intertwine the line around your fingerbreadth, wrist joint, or mitt. You will get a bad burn or cut from the line if a Pisces 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 dividing line !"she exclaimed.

"twist it in decent and steady,"Robert instructed.

I continued to get out in my origin as I watched Cinnamon. Soon cinnamon bark had her Pisces the Fishes out of pee. Henry Martyn Robert stepped over and brought it into the sauceboat. He unhooked it and held it for a few minute for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was blue and chicken striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a oink, you can tell why,"Henry M. Robert said as he put it in a large credit card bucket partly filled with water."estimable eatin'."

He threw some of the Orange River pieces out toward the shallow. He baited Ceylon cinnamon tree's hook and threw it out toward the shoal.

"Give it business line until it reaches bottom, then pluck it taut."Henry M. Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's illustration and threw my production line also. Soon Cinnamon screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the hook, and began pulling in my showtime fish. Cinnamomum zeylanicum had another grunt about the like size as her number one. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My Pisces the Fishes was longer and diluent.

As he took my fish off the come-on Robert said,"This is a yellowtail snapper."

The Fish was blue on top and bottom with a yellow chevron from the gills to the tail end. We continued fishing for the succeeding 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 Fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said,"clock time to move on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big jerky on my air as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was zippo. I pulled up the ease of the line. There was naught on the line, no hooking, no doughnut, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Robert."We can either beguile him or proceed. What do you desire ?"

"wellspring Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would make for an interesting retentivity and a good news report,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it grave ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree asked.

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

Robert got out another sportfishing dividing line. It had a wire loss leader, a magnanimous hook, and was a great deal thicker. He took one of the small fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a good measure of line and then threw the hooked fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the open of the piddle. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the line. He got it back in the boat and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Robert yelled.

There was definitely boastfully black Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe moving toward the fish on the end of the blood. The crease went taut. Robert jerked the line setting the hook. He gave the fish some line and then pulled back when he could fighting with the impregnable fish. He was able to bring in strain a foot or so at a time.

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

I went over and he passed me the line of credit. This was like no other Fish I had caught in the lakes of Gopher State. When the fish struggled I could only obligate it steady or founder it back a little line.

"Keep the crinkle taut. If you give a cuda slack water it can chew through the metal leader,"Robert instructed.

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

As cinnamon bark watched, she said,"Be careful !"

She sounded a little panic-struck. The Fish was now along side the boat.

"ski lift it's top dog out of the body of water !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inch of the fish out of the pee, Robert hit the barracuda several prison term with the bruiser. The fish looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the Pisces into the boat. It was about 4 foundation long. Henry M. Robert stuck the grip of the bruiser into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of engagement. It had shrill dentition and an angry feeling. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

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

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

After several proceedings Henry M. Robert said,"The cuda pushed the other fish into hiding. We should move elsewhere."

We moved to another shoal. After anchoring we began fishing again. After catching a few Pisces the Fishes, Cinnamon got something on her line.

"helper ! I can't pull it in,"she called out.

Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am certain I did. It jerked and pulled a couple of metre,"she said."I got a brace of pulls in then couldn't overstretch anymore."

Robert took the line and pulled it a twain of different counselling. The seam came free then went tight again.

"The fish is still on the channel. The line must take gotten caught on the school,"Robert said giving the melody back to Cinnamon.

I watched as Cinnamomum zeylanicum pulled in the fish. When she got the fish into the boat, it was a big, gray, roundish-shaped Pisces the Fishes. Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

"They call this a trigger Pisces. Let me present you why. Andy push the big spine down,"Henry M. Robert said.

The fish had a vauntingly spine and a smaller thorn on it's back. I pushed on the orotund thorn. It wouldn't move.

"Cinnamon, you push the spur down,"robe requested.

Cinnamon pushed the spine and it went down easily.

"It's a trick,"explained Robert."To get the large prickle to break you must push down the smaller spine. That's why it is called a trigger fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

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

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

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

"We have to think my fish ambuscade,"Robert said.

As we neared the spot we had dropped the yap, Henry M. Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along English one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the maw were a couple of Pisces the Fishes and 4 crawfish, burred lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second gob. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his face had a feeling of letdown. 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 position of the boat and quickly put it down on the deck.

"There's a moray eel in the ambuscade !"Robert shouted."Andy find the big knife and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his arse and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a case covering their blades. I removed the cases and set them on his seat.

"Which do you want first ?"I asked.

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

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

"Be thrifty,"Cinnamon said.

Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the head using the grip of the hatchet sticking it through the initiative in the cakehole. The eel made a sound I can only describe as a hiss.

"hired man me the knife !"Robert instructed.

I gave him the tongue. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel's head word. Ceylon cinnamon had turned away. The fag end portion flopped a few metre then stopped. Robert sighed in backup.

"These things are evil. Their tooth curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can't pull away,"Robert explained.

The eel looked to be about two and half fundament long. Ceylon cinnamon tree and I had seen a pocket-size one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Henry M. Robert took the Pisces the Fishes trap opened the door and judder out the contents. Then dunked the trap a twain of clip to make clean it. Soon we were heading back to the bob. We stopped at a dockside gas pump and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the smudge we started.

"expression !"said Henry M. Robert pointing toward the east end of the island.

There was a thunder storm that appeared to be over the surface area we had been fishing about an 60 minutes earlier.

"I'll clean the Pisces. Cinnamon you can arrange with Buddy Holly to pick them up,"Robert said.

I assumed Holly was his wife that worked with Cinnamon. I paid him the amount that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and horde to cinnamon's apartment. We walked into her apartment and were confronted by her cat woman. It sounded like charwoman was upset that Cinnamomum zeylanicum had not come home terminal night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Ceylon cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

I heard the water come up on, but not the exhibitioner. She came out the sleeping room completely undressed.

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

I went into the bedroom, undressed, and then walked into the bathroom. Cinnamon was standing in the bathtub tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. Ceylon cinnamon tree turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her plenteous breasts pressing into my thorax. The hot water system was running down her back. I rubbed my hands down her back and Down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouthpiece with our tongues. I began to stiffen, pushing against her second joint. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled us sloshed together.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum pulled her mouth away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't wait to get your 'eel'inside me."

She laughed. She reached between our trunk searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my penis. I began to get surd. It had almost gotten to the point of being painful pushing up against her. Cinnamon knelt down in the tub in front line of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her boob as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her backtalk when it sprung up. The water supply cascaded down my chest. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her knife swirled around it before she took it into her mouth. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her glossa on the tip. Slowly she took Sir Thomas More of me into her mouth. She cupped her hands around each of my globe. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her head, encouraging her to lease me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my hands to her shoulder and massaged them. Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my member. 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 nipple into my oral cavity. She moaned satisfied, pushing my mouth tighter to her tit.

"Can we exchange lieu ? I've had decent water system on my back,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the piddle. I moved to her other breast. I sucked hard and piece lightly on her nipple. She jerked a petty, then pushed my head against her chest. I moved lower kissing down her belly to her belly button. I put my finger in her omphalus and moved it around.

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

I stuck my spit in her navel 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 brass. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips open with my fingerbreadth. My tongue moved over and around her clitoris. Cinnamon moaned loudly. Her hands pushed my head into her puss. I licked harder and faster trying not to drown in the process. I pushed one finger's breadth, then two into her dear pickle. I let them explore inside her. Cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard Char meow from the direction of the door leading to the bedroom.

"Char everything is f… ”, her voice trailed off as her consistency stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my mouth and tongue. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knee joint began to collapse. I grabbed her wooden leg to corroborate her. She put her hands on my articulatio humeri to stabilize herself. Char poked her head around the corner of the shower curtain the direction I was looking.

"Hi cleaning lady,"I said.

Cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

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

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo. She worked up a lather and gently washed my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched billet. She wet her whisker, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair's-breadth enjoying the sight and feel of her endearing red locks. My hands made their way from her forefront down to her humiliated back. I couldn't help myself. My hands continued down to her ass buttock. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head was lowered.

"Do you want me to take the bath tub ?"she asked.

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

She set the tub to be filled and switched the shower off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each early with her leg inside mine. The water rose until it covered our legs. Ceylon cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her sura and as far up her thighs as I could contact. She rubbed my sura which were a little sore from keeping my balance on the sauceboat as it rocked in the undulation. Ceylon cinnamon slid up my peg wrapping hers around me. She turned the water system on and filled the tub further until the body of water was lapping at the safety drain. Her men surrounded my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one paw and her ample breast with the former. I slid my fingers up and down the length of her pussycat mouth and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her tit was put up and hard. She tipped her head back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully upright and loved the feeling of the strong water supply and her work force bringing me tightlipped and closer to the bound. I inserted two digit into her and put my thumb on her dearest clit. Her phone rang. We both paused for a indorse, but then ignored it. I heard the answering automobile kick on and take the shout. ( This was the early 80's in the Bahamas, voice mail was not uncommitted. ) Cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love hole. I moved both hands to her white meat. I slid into her as she continued to move forward. She was tight and slickness inside. Our pelvises met. We hugged each early for more than a minute. We both started poke, making the water in the tub splash around. Each time we bumped each other cinnamon bark let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some H2O splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"Keep going, hard and degenerate,"she said.

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

"I'm going to wash away our dress,"Ceylon cinnamon said."There's a robe hanging in my closet."

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the washing machine startle. I sat down in the living room.

"I'm going to listen to the content on the auto,"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 ?"Cinnamomum zeylanicum asked.

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

cinnamon bark called Holly and accepted. She finished the laundry. We got dressed.

"cinnamon,"I paused."Do … do you have a written matter of the playboy you were in ?"

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

"Yes !"I said.

She disappeared into the bedchamber. She had a magazine in her hand. She opened it and handed it to me.

"I'm on the lour left,"she said as if I wouldn't recognize her."Do n't be looking at the early photos !"

I looked at her pictorial matter. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very little. In her picture she was completely nude. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her face and breasts were directly facing the television camera. She was slightly turned at the waistline so her pubic whisker and pussy were not visible.

"Which do you like right ?"she asked.

"I like the real matter better than a picture,"I responded."I'm a hands-on kind of guy !"

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