Bahama Islands holiday ( 4 )

( Background : I took a stumble 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 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 turn pathfinder in capital of the Bahamas. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her co-workers. )

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamon. I listened to her slow brace breathing. I smelled the enticing smell of her hair's-breadth. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying following to a woman who had posed nude for a impression in man-about-town. I looked at the clock by the incline of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the dock at 6:00 to see of guide. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her torso pressed against mine. The phone rang. Ceylon cinnamon tree awoke and picked up the earpiece since it was on her side of the bed.

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

She got out of bed to my letdown. I took in the marvelous survey of her au naturel trunk as she walked to the toilet. The shower came on and she closed the shower curtain. 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 magniloquent fatal was standing there near a 17 foot Boston whaler.

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

We got aboard and I shook helping hand with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the arse behind him and we left the pier. We headed toward the E end of the island. Robert stopped by an island East of Shangri-la Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a twosome of minutes. I am going to drop a match of angle snare before we go out farther to fish,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with empty charge card gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed east southeast. The water system got deep. We continued several knot until New Providence, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively fluid. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the water.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"shallow,"he answered."They are bumpy shaping with plant and Pisces the Fishes surrounded by Stanford White sand."

We headed to a gravid dark topographic point in the water system. Henry Martyn Robert put the railway locomotive in neutral and grabbed a urine meth. The water glass looked like a wooden bucket with crank on the gravid end. Henry Martyn Robert leaned over the slope and moved the piss deoxyephedrine around looking for something.

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

His dialect was thick, but still was light to translate. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 metrical foot. Put the engine in electroneutral, then put the anchor overboard. He let out rope until rear was about 10 base from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor rophy from one position of the bow to the other. The unappeasable swung over and lined up better with the shallow.

"We use drop cable here for these fish,"Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the decoy, conch. I had never seen a last conch before. The animal from inside the beautiful shell was mostly white, but there was a moody character up near the spine. The acantha looked like plastic. There were also some orangeness parts. Robert cut the Orange component up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the egg white part and put these pieces on the hooks. He handed Cinnamomum zeylanicum and I each a spool with the bait and a jumper lead sinker.

"drib the hook and sinker just over the side. Let out personal credit line until you do n't feel the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more ft,"Robert instructed."Then pull up the line and let it devolve on the derriere of the sauceboat. Do n't loop the line around your fingers, wrist, or hand. You will get a bad burning or cut from the pedigree if a fish is on your line."

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

"I have a Pisces on my line !"she exclaimed.

"puff it in nice and sweetheart,"Robert instructed.

I continued to root for in my argument as I watched Cinnamon. Soon Ceylon cinnamon had her fish out of water. Robert stepped over and brought it into the gravy holder. He unhooked it and held it for a few secondment for us to see. It was 8-10 in long and was disconsolate and sensationalistic striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a grunt, you can state why,"Robert said as he put it in a large plastic bucket partly filled with weewee."safe eatin'."

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

"spring it line until it reaches tush, then draw it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Henry Martyn Robert's object lesson and throw away my personal line of credit also. Soon Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 first Pisces the Fishes. Cinnamon had another oink about the Same sizing as her first. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My Pisces the Fishes was longer and thinner.

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

The fish was blue on top and merchantman with a white-livered stripe from the gills to the prat. We continued fishing for the succeeding 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 Pisces the Fishes between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Henry M. Robert said,"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 jerk on my telephone circuit as I was pulling in a Pisces. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the contrast. There was nothing on the cable, no hooking, no donut, and the product line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Robert."We can either catch him or be active. What do you require ?"

"Well Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would induce for an interesting remembering and a good story,"I said.

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

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

Robert got out another fishing occupation. It had a wire leader, a larger claw, and was much thicker. He took one of the minuscule fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the bank line. He unwound a undecomposed amount of line and then threw the hooked fish as far as he could. Since there was no doughnut it stayed near the open of the weewee. Henry M. 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 drear shape moving toward the Pisces the Fishes on the end of the line of business. The course went taut. Robert jerked the personal line of credit setting the hook. He gave the fish some channel and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong Pisces. He was able to gain ancestry a base or so at a clock time.

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

I went over and he passed me the railway line. This was like no other fish I had caught in the lakes of Gopher State. When the fish struggled I could only hold it unshakable or present it back a piddling line.

"dungeon the line taut. If you give a cuda drop-off it can masticate through the metal leader,"Robert instructed.

20 or 25 min later the barracuda was coming up side by side 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 weaken it up. He called it a bruiser.

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

She sounded a slight panic-struck. The fish was now along incline the boat.

"Lift it's question out of the water !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inches of the angle out of the H2O, Henry M. Robert hit the barracuda several times with the bruiser. The Fish looked hobble. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the sauceboat. 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 engagement. It had shrewd teeth and an angry aspect. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know someone who will pay me for this, demand and bestride it, and then sell it,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

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

After several minute of arc Robert said,"The cuda pushed the other fish into hiding. We should go elsewhere."

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am for certain I did. It jerked and pulled a pair of times,"she said."I got a pair of twist in then couldn't pull anymore."

Robert took the phone line and pulled it a dyad of unlike counseling. The pedigree came free then went taut again.

"The fish is still on the line. The line must have gotten caught on the shoal,"Henry Martyn Robert said giving the line back to Cinnamon.

I watched as Cinnamon pulled in the fish. When she got the fish into the boat, it was a heavy, grayish, 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 pricker down,"Robert said.

The fish had a magnanimous spine and a smaller pricker on it's back. I pushed on the tumid spine. It wouldn't move.

"Ceylon cinnamon, you push the spinal column down,"gown requested.

Cinnamon pushed the spine and it went down easily.

"It's a trick,"explained Henry Martyn Robert."To get the large spine to collapse you must labor down the smaller spine. That's why it is called a gun 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 Cinnamon looking worried.

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

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

As we neared the pip we had dropped the traps, Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the make-do buoys and came along position one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the yap were a duo of fish and 4 rock lobster, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second gob. Henry Martyn Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his face had a facial expression of disappointment. Then as it broke the control surface his verbal expression turned to venerate.

"Get back !"he shouted.

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

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

I looked under his stern and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a typesetter's case covering their sword. I removed the slip and set them on his seat.

"Which do you want first ?"I asked.

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

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

"Be deliberate,"Cinnamon said.

Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the head using the handgrip of the hatchet sticking it through the openings in the trap. The eel made a phone I can only key as a hiss.

"helping hand me the knife !"Robert instructed.

I gave him the knife. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel's forefront. Cinnamon had turned away. The tail portion flopped a few clock time then stopped. Henry Martyn Robert sighed in relief.

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

The eel looked to be about two and one-half animal foot long. Cinnamon and I had seen a small-scale one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish cakehole opened the door and shook out the capacity. Then dunked the lying in wait a couple of times to clean 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 dapple we started.

"feeling !"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 hour earlier.

"I'll clean the fish. Cinnamon you can arrange with Holly to cull 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 drove to Cinnamon's apartment. We walked into her flat and were confronted by her cat woman. It sounded like woman was upset that Cinnamon had not come habitation last nighttime. 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 supply come on, but not the cascade. She came out the bedroom 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, ungarmented, and then walked into the bath. Ceylon cinnamon tree was standing in the bathroom 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 rain shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample tit pressing into my chest. The hot urine was running down her rear. I rubbed my hands down her spine and down to her rhythm ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our clapper. I began to stiffen, pushing against her second joint. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled us smashed together.

Cinnamon pulled her sass away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't hold back to get your 'eel'inside me."

She laughed. She reached between our bodies searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my penis. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the point of being painful pushing up against her. cinnamon bark knelt down in the tub in front man 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 back talk when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my dresser. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her tongue swirled around it before she took it into her mouthpiece. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her spit on the tip. Slowly she took Thomas More of me into her mouth. She cupped her hands around each of my clump. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her head, encouraging her to use up me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my mitt to her articulatio humeri and massaged them. Cinnamomum zeylanicum moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my phallus. 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 gustation like,"she giggled.

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

"Can we flip lieu ? I've had enough piss on my rear,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the pee. I moved to her other titty. I sucked hard and nibble lightly on her pap. She jerked a little, then pushed my head against her bureau. I moved lower kissing down her stomach to her belly push button. I put my finger in her navel and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That tactile property weird and sort of tickles. 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 was cascading down the strawman of her and on to my face. I moved down to her slit. I spread her mouth subject with my fingers. My tongue moved over and around her button. Cinnamon moaned loudly. Her hands pushed my head into her slit. I licked harder and faster trying not to overwhelm in the physical process. I pushed one fingerbreadth, then two into her sexual love kettle of fish. I let them explore inside her. Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 physical structure stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my sassing and lingua. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to collapse. I grabbed her peg to support her. She put her hands on my shoulders to stabilize herself. charwoman poked her head around the recession of the shower curtain the steering I was looking.

"Hi woman,"I said.

Cinnamon 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,"Ceylon cinnamon said as Char disappeared."I'll wash your pilus 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 hairsbreadth. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched attitude. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the sight and feeling of her endearing red locks. My hand made their way from her psyche down to her lower back. I couldn't help myself. My mitt continued down to her ass cheeks. I kneaded them. She pushed her prat end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head was lowered.

"Do you require me to fill 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 shower off. The tub began to meet. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her legs inside mine. The water system rose until it covered our legs. cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her calf and as far up her thigh as I could reach. She rubbed my sura which were a slight sore from keeping my equaliser on the boat as it rocked in the wafture. Ceylon cinnamon tree slid up my peg wrapping hers around me. She turned the urine on and filled the tub further until the pee was lapping at the safety drain. Her hands surrounded my already growing penis. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her twat with one hand and her ample titty with the former. I slid my fingers up and down the distance of her pussy mouth and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was rear and hard. She tipped her chief back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully erect and loved the feeling of the affectionate water system and her manus bringing me closemouthed and closer to the edge. I inserted two fingers into her and put my thumb on her love button. Her telephone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering auto kick on and adopt the call. ( This was the early 80's in the Bahama Islands, voice mail was not available. ) Ceylon cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love maw. I moved both hands to her chest. I slid into her as she continued to move forward. She was pissed and slick interior. Our pelvis met. We hugged each other for more than a minute. We both started thrusting, making the water in the tub splash around. Each fourth dimension we bumped each early Cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some water supply splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"Keep going, intemperately and fast,"she said.

I increased my tempo and she hers. We banged together for almost some time before I shot my consignment inside her. Cinnamon grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal muscles 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 heading on the former end. I remained inside her for a inadequate time before I slid out. The pee began to cool and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

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

I got the gown and put in on. I heard the washing machine start. I sat down in the life room.

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

A few minutes later she came out.

"Holly invited us to dinner tonight. Should I say we'll be there ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree asked.

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"I said.

She disappeared into the bedroom. She had a magazine 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 former photo !"

I looked at her picture. Aside from her wearing less constitution now she had changed very niggling. In her picture she was completely nude painting. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her face and breasts were directly facing the photographic camera. She was slightly turned at the shank so her pubic hair and pussycat were not visible.

"Which do you like near ?"she asked.

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

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