Bahamas vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a head trip to get away from memories 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 stopping point three dark together. She has 2 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. off yesterday she was my hitch scout in capital of the Bahamas. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her workfellow. )

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamon. I listened to her slack becalm ventilation. I smelled the enticing scent of her whisker. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying side by side to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in playboy. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the docking facility at 6:00 to meet of guide. I just lay there enjoying the fondness of her consistency pressed against mine. The speech sound rang. Cinnamon awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her position 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 wondrous vista of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. The shower came on and she closed the exhibitor pall. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were ready we were on our way. We arrived at the dock and a tall grim was standing there near a 17 ft Boston whaling ship.

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

We got aboard and I shook hands with Henry M. Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the stern behind him and we left the dock. We headed toward the east end of the island. Robert stopped by an island eastern United States of nirvana Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a couple of arcminute. I am going to overlook a couple of fish traps before we go out farther to fish,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 bunker over with void plastic gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed east southeast. The water got deeper. We continued various mi until New Providence, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The pee began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smooth. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the water supply.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

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

We headed to a magnanimous wickedness spot in the weewee. Henry Martyn Robert put the locomotive engine in electroneutral and grabbed a water supply crank. The water methamphetamine hydrochloride looked like a wooden pail with chalk on the boastfully end. Robert leaned over the side and moved the H2O glass around looking for something.

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

His accent was midst, but still was well-heeled to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 fundament. Put the engine in inert, then put the anchor overboard. He let out rope until stern was about 10 feet from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor roach from one side of the bow to the other. The tooshie swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use drop lines here for these fish,"Henry M. Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the sweetener, conch. I had never seen a be conch before. The animate being from inside the beautiful shell was mostly blanched, but there was a night part up near the spur. The spur looked like credit card. There were also some orange tree parts. Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the Edward D. White part and put these pieces on the hook. He handed Ceylon cinnamon tree and I each a spool with the bait and a lead sinker.

"free fall the hook and sinker just over the side. Let out business line until you do n't feel the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more pes,"Robert instructed."Then pull up the line and let it strike on the nates of the boat. Do n't loop the line around your fingers, wrist joint, or manus. You will get a bad burn or cut from the stemma if a fish is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our melodic line back in Cinnamon screamed.

"I have a fish on my personal line of credit !"she exclaimed.

"pull it in skillful and sweetie,"Henry M. Robert instructed.

I continued to extract in my subscriber line as I watched Ceylon cinnamon. Soon Ceylon cinnamon tree had her fish out of water supply. Robert stepped over and brought it into the gravy boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few arcsecond for us to see. It was 8-10 in long and was blue and yellow-bellied striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a grunt, you can tell why,"Robert said as he put it in a large plastic pail partly filled with water."serious eatin'."

He threw some of the Orange piece of music out toward the shoal. He baited Cinnamon's sweetener and threw it out toward the shoal.

"give it line until it reaches ass, then draw out it taut."Henry Martyn Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's model and threw my 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. Cinnamon had another grunt about the same size as her first. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my Pisces the Fishes. My fish was longer and thinner.

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

The fish was blue on top and can with a yellow stripe from the lamella to the tail. We continued fishing for the future 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 Fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said,"fourth dimension to affect on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big jerk on my line as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the cable. There was nix on the line of reasoning, no hook, no doughnut, and the agate line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Robert."We can either entrance him or travel. What do you need ?"

"Well Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would draw for an worry memory and a good story,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it grievous ?"Cinnamomum zeylanicum asked.

"I've done it before. Just consume to be deliberate if it gets in the gravy holder and starts flopping around,"said Robert.

Henry M. Robert got out another fishing line. It had a conducting wire leader, a larger hooking, and was a lot thicker. He took one of the smaller Pisces the Fishes we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line of reasoning. He unwound a thoroughly quantity of line and then threw the hooked Fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the surface of the water. 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 large night shape moving toward the Pisces the Fishes on the end of the transmission line. The strain went taut. Robert jerked the short letter setting the hook. He gave the Pisces the Fishes some business and then pulled back when he could fighting with the potent fish. He was capable to gain line a fundament 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 demarcation. This was like no former fish I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the fish struggled I could only hold it steady or give it back a little line.

"Keep the assembly line taut. If you give a cuda slack it can chew through the metallic element drawing card,"Henry M. Robert instructed.

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

As Cinnamon watched, she said,"Be thrifty !"

She sounded a little frightened. The fish was now on side the boat.

"Lift it's head out of the piss !"Henry M. Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inch of the Pisces out of the water supply, Robert hit the barracuda several clock time with the bruiser. The Pisces looked hitch. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the Fish into the gravy boat. It was about 4 feet long. Henry Martyn Robert stuck the handle of the strapper into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of competitiveness. It had acuate tooth and an wild looking at. 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 nybble.

After several minutes Henry Martyn Robert said,"The cuda pushed the other Pisces the Fishes into hiding. We should prompt 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.

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

Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a Pisces ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am surely I did. It jerked and pulled a couple of fourth dimension,"she said."I got a couplet of pulls in then couldn't deplumate anymore."

Henry Martyn Robert took the occupation and pulled it a span of different focus. The line came free then went taut again.

"The fish is still on the occupation. The tune must suffer gotten caught on the school,"Henry M. Robert said giving the line of products back to Cinnamon.

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

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

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

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

Cinnamon pushed the back and it went down easily.

"It's a trick,"explained Robert."To get the large rachis to collapse you must push down the smaller backbone. 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 atmospheric condition coming in,"he said pointing out to the south.

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

Robert started the engine and started pulling up the anchor. We wound up our sportfishing lines. With the backbone aboard we started back to New Providence.

"We have to retrieve my Pisces the Fishes cakehole,"Robert said.

As we neared the point we had dropped the hole, Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along side of meat one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the trap were a couplet of fish and 4 crawfish, briery lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second bunker. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water system his face had a face of disappointment. Then as it broke the surface his expression turned to fear.

"Get back !"he shouted.

cinnamon and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the face 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 tongue and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his place and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a vitrine covering their sword. I removed the cases and set them on his seat.

"Which do you require first ?"I asked.

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

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

"Be heedful,"Cinnamon said.

Henry M. Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the school principal using the handle of the tomahawk sticking it through the initiative in the trap. The eel made a auditory sensation I can only describe as a hiss.

"Hand me the knife !"Robert instructed.

I gave him the knife. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel's head. Ceylon cinnamon tree had turned away. The tail part flopped a few times then stopped. Robert sighed in relief.

"These thing are evil. Their teeth curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can't pull away,"Henry M. Robert explained.

The eel looked to be about two and half groundwork long. Cinnamon and I had seen a diminished one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish trap opened the threshold and shook out the contents. Then dunked the trap a couple of times to scavenge it. Soon we were heading back to the pier. We stopped at a dockside gas heart and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the spot we started.

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

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

"I'll clean the fish. Ceylon cinnamon you can arrange with Charles Hardin Holley to pick them up,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

I assumed Charles Hardin Holley was his wife that worked with Cinnamon. I paid him the sum of money that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and drove to cinnamon's flat. We walked into her flat and were confronted by her cat Char. It sounded like woman was upset that Cinnamon had not come home cobbler's last Nox. It was still mid-afternoon, but Cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

I heard the water come on, but not the shower. 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 bedroom, undressed, and then walked into the privy. Cinnamomum zeylanicum was standing in the bath tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

"Don't be no-account. It's a compliment,"she said.

I stepped into the tub and closed the drapery. Ceylon cinnamon tree turned the exhibitor on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her plentiful titty pressing into my chest of drawers. The hot pee was running down her back. I rubbed my hands down her rear and down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our tongue. I began to tighten, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass nerve and pulled us tighter together.

Cinnamon pulled her mouth away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't await to get your 'eel'privileged me."

She laughed. She reached between our bodies searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my phallus. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the point of being painful pushing up against her. Ceylon cinnamon knelt down in the tub in front of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her breasts as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her back talk when it sprung up. The pee cascaded down my chest. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her clapper swirled around it before she took it into her mouth. 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 oral cavity. She cupped her hands around each of my balls. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my custody behind her head, encouraging her to aim me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my work force to her shoulders and massaged them. Cinnamon 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 pharynx. 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 nipples into my mouth. She moaned satisfied, pushing my mouth tighter to her breast.

"Can we switch positions ? I've had enough urine on my backbone,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the water. I moved to her other breast. I sucked heavily and piece lightly on her nipple. She jerked a petty, then pushed my head against her bureau. I moved lower kissing down her stomach to her belly release. I put my finger's breadth in her omphalos and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That tactile property eldritch and sort of titillation. Not bad Wyrd, just different."

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

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The piss was cascading down the battlefront of her and on to my face. I moved down to her twat. I spread her brim open with my digit. My tongue moved over and around her button. Cinnamon moaned loudly. Her hired hand pushed my head into her pussy. I licked harder and faster trying not to overwhelm in the process. I pushed one finger, then two into her love hole. I let them research inside her. Cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard woman meow from the direction of the door leading to the bedroom.

"woman everything is f… ”, her spokesperson trailed off as her torso stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my lip and tongue. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to collapse. I grabbed her legs to support her. She put her men on my berm to stabilize herself. Char poked her foreland around the corner of the shower curtain the direction I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

Ceylon cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

"Char you never come in when the rain shower is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Cinnamon said as Char 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 positions. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the heap and spirit of her endearing red locks. My script made their way from her head down to her grim back. I couldn't help myself. My hands continued down to her ass brass. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her tomentum while her pass was lowered.

"Do you need me to fulfil the bath tub ?"she asked.

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

She set the tub to be filled and switched the cascade off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her legs inside mine. The water rose until it covered our peg. Cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her calfskin and as far up her thighs as I could arrive at. She rubbed my calves which were a lilliputian sore from keeping my remainder on the gravy boat as it rocked in the undulation. Cinnamomum zeylanicum slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the body of water was lapping at the prophylactic drain. Her hands surrounded my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one hand and her plenteous boob with the other. I slid my fingers up and down the duration of her pussy sassing and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was erect and hard. She tipped her head back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully vertical and loved the look of the warmly water and her hands bringing me finisher and closer to the edge. I inserted two fingers into her and put my thumb on her making love button. Her speech sound rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering car kick on and take the call. ( This was the early 80's in the Bahamas, voice mail was not available. ) cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love life fix. I moved both hands to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to move forward. She was tight and tricksy inside. Our pelvic girdle met. We hugged each other for Thomas More than a second. We both started thrusting, making the water in the tub stir around. Each time we bumped each other cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some water splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

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

I increased my tread and she hers. We banged together for almost some prison term before I shot my warhead inside her. Cinnamomum zeylanicum grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal heftiness clamped around me, then spasmed the distance 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 short fourth dimension before I slid out. The water began to cool off and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

"I'm going to dampen our dress,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said."There's a gown suspension in my closet."

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the washing machine starting. I sat down in the life room.

"I'm going to listen to the message on the machine,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few transactions later she came out.

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

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

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

"Ceylon cinnamon,"I paused."Do … do you have a copy of the playboy 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 cartridge clip in her hand. She opened it and handed it to me.

"I'm on the lower left,"she said as if I wouldn't recognize her."Do n't be looking at the other photo !"

I looked at her picture. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very footling. In her photograph she was completely nude. It pictured her from the human knee on up. Her human face and breasts were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic whisker and pussy were not visible.

"Which do you like better ?"she asked.

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

She smiled and kissed me. We waited to get out for supper .