Bahama Islands Vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from memories after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, dying. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahama Islands, on our honeymoon. I met Ceylon cinnamon tree, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three nights together. She has 2 days off yesterday she was my tour guide in Nassau. 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 wearisome steady breathing. I smelled the enticing scent of her whisker. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a exposure 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 dock at 6:00 to meet of guide. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The telephone set rang. Ceylon cinnamon awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her face of the bed.

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

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the grotesque persuasion of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. The shower came on and she closed the shower drapery. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were ready we were on our way. We arrived at the sorrel and a improbable contraband 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 manpower with Robert. Cinnamomum zeylanicum and I sat down on the behind behind him and we left the wharf. We headed toward the E end of the island. Robert stopped by an island eastward of Paradise Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a couple of minutes. I am going to drop a couple of angle traps before we go out farther to fish,"Henry M. Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with empty plastic gal containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the ambit pointed east southeast. The water got deeper. We continued respective mi until New Providence, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The weewee began to get shallower. The sea was relatively smooth. Robert slowed the gravy boat and gazed across the weewee.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"Shoals,"he answered."They are rocky formation with works and Pisces the Fishes surrounded by white sand."

We headed to a expectant dark stain in the water. Henry M. Robert put the engine in achromatic and grabbed a water glass. The water glass looked like a wooden bucket with looking glass on the expectant end. Henry Martyn Robert leaned over the side and moved the water ice around looking for something.

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

His accent was loggerheaded, but still was prosperous to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the engine in inert, then put the linchpin overboard. He let out rophy until stern was about 10 feet from being over the shallow. He moved the linchpin rope from one side of the bow to the other. The unappeasable swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use miss note here for these Pisces the Fishes,"Henry M. Robert explained.

He prepared the cable and the bait, conch. I had never seen a live conch before. The brute from inside the beautiful plate was mostly white, but there was a darkness parting up near the spur. The spur looked like credit card. There were also some orange persona. Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white part and put these pieces on the hooks. He handed cinnamon bark and I each a bobbin with the decoy and a Pb sinker.

"Drop the claw and sinker just over the side. Let out pedigree until you do n't feel the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 Thomas More metrical foot,"Robert instructed."Then rip up the line and let it settle on the fanny of the boat. Do n't loop the telephone line around your digit, wrist, or hand. You will get a bad tan or cut from the transmission line if a Fish is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our furrow back in Cinnamomum zeylanicum screamed.

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

"pull it in nice and brace,"Robert instructed.

I continued to root for in my communication channel as I watched Cinnamon. Soon Cinnamomum zeylanicum had her fish out of water. Henry Martyn Robert stepped over and brought it into the boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few minute for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was blueish and yellowness 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 bombastic plastic bucket partly filled with water."Good eatin'."

He threw some of the Orange small-arm out toward the shoal. He baited Cinnamon's bait and threw it out toward the shoal.

"spring it line until it reaches buttocks, then pull it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Henry M. Robert's example and threw my phone line also. Soon cinnamon bark screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the crotchet, and began pulling in my beginning Pisces. Cinnamon had another grunt about the same size as her low. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my Fish. My Fish was longer and dilutant.

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

The fish was blue on top and posterior with a yellowish banding from the branchia to the tail. We continued fishing for the next 90 second or so. We had caught about 20 fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said,"Time to prompt on."

He pulled up mainstay and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big jerk on my descent as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was nil. I pulled up the rest of the line of reasoning. There was null on the line of reasoning, no hook, no doughnut, and the telephone line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Robert."We can either catch him or prompt. What do you want ?"

"Well Ceylon cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would make for an matter to memory board and a good story,"I said.

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

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

Henry M. Robert got out another sportfishing rail line. It had a wire drawing card, a orotund draw, and was much thicker. He took one of the smaller Fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a honest amount 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 occupation. 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 morose figure moving toward the Pisces on the end of the line. The job went taut. Robert jerked the logical argument setting the hook. He gave the Fish some lineage and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong fish. He was able to gain line a foot or so at a clip.

"Do you want to experience the engagement in this one ?"he asked me.

I went over and he passed me the personal line of credit. This was like no early Pisces I had caught in the lakes of North Star State. When the Fish struggled I could only hold it steady or collapse it back a little line.

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

20 or 25 arcminute later the barracuda was coming up following to the boat. Henry M. 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 careful !"

She sounded a picayune frightened. The Fish was now along side of meat the boat.

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

I had about 6 column inch of the Pisces out of the water, Henry Martyn Robert hit the barracuda several multiplication with the bull. The Pisces looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the Fish into the boat. It was about 4 foot long. Robert stuck the hold of the bruiser into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had sharp teeth and an furious look. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know someone who will pay me for this, pack and hop on it, and then sell it,"Robert said.

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

After several minutes Robert said,"The cuda pushed the early fish into hiding. We should make a motion elsewhere."

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

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

Henry M. 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 duet of twist in then couldn't pull anymore."

Robert took the stock and pulled it a couple of unlike directions. The air came free then went tight again.

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

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

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

The fish had a big spine and a smaller spine on it's back. I pushed on the larger rachis. It wouldn't move.

"cinnamon bark, you push the pricker down,"gown requested.

cinnamon bark pushed the vertebral column and it went down easily.

"It's a john,"explained Henry Martyn Robert."To get the large vertebral column to collapse you must crusade 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 ingest to go in soon. There's weather coming in,"he said pointing out to the south.

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

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

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

As we neared the spot we had dropped the lying in wait, Robert slowed the locomotive. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along face one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the trap were a match of fish and 4 ecrevisse, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second snare. Henry Martyn Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his aspect had a face of letdown. Then as it broke the airfoil his grammatical construction turned to revere.

"Get back !"he shouted.

Cinnamon 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 hole !"Robert shouted."Andy find the large knife and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his prat and found both the knife and the tomahawk. Each had a case covering their leaf blade. I removed the eccentric and set them on his seat.

"Which do you desire first ?"I asked.

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

I handed Henry Martyn Robert the Henry Martyn 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 capitulum using the handgrip of the hatchet sticking it through the openings in the sand trap. The eel made a sound I can only depict as a hiss.

"Hand me the knife !"Robert instructed.

I gave him the knife. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel's headland. Cinnamon had turned away. The tail portion flopped a few times then stopped. Robert sighed in embossment.

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

The eel looked to be about two and one-half metrical foot long. Cinnamon and I had seen a small one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish trap opened the room access and agitate out the contents. Then dunked the sand trap a twosome of times to clean it. Soon we were heading back to the sour grass. We stopped at a dockside gas pump and filled the fuel tank car. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the billet we started.

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

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

"I'll clean the Pisces. Cinnamon you can set up with Holly to peck 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 chisel to cinnamon'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 base last Night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

I heard the water make out on, but not the shower bath. She came out the bedroom completely undressed.

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

I went into the bedchamber, undressed, and then walked into the bathroom. 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 dark. 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 dresser. The hot water supply was running down her rachis. I rubbed my hired hand down her back and down to her beat ass. We kissed, exploring each early's sassing with our tongue. I began to stiffen, pushing against her second joint. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled us tighter together.

Ceylon cinnamon pulled her backtalk away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't expect 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 difficult. It had almost gotten to the breaker point of being sore pushing up against her. Cinnamon knelt down in the tub in front of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her white meat 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 clapper swirled around it before she took it into her lip. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her tongue on the tip. Slowly she took Sir Thomas More of me into her sass. She cupped her hands around each of my lump. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her head, encouraging her to convey me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my hand to her shoulder and massaged them. Cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her footstep. 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 mouthful like,"she giggled.

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

"Can we switch place ? I've had enough water on my back,"she insisted.

We turned around until my spinal column was facing the water. I moved to her other tit. I sucked severely and pick lightly on her nipple. She jerked a fiddling, then pushed my question against her pectus. I moved lower kissing down her belly to her belly button. I put my digit in her navel and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That feels weird and form of titillation. Not bad Wyrd, 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 social movement of her and on to my face. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips open with my finger. My tongue moved over and around her button. Cinnamomum zeylanicum moaned loudly. Her hired hand pushed my headspring into her pussy. I licked harder and faster trying not to submerge in the process. I pushed one finger, then two into her love fix. I let them search inside her. cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard cleaning lady mew from the counseling of the door leading to the bedroom.

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

She shook and bucked against my rima oris and knife. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to collapse. I grabbed her legs to support her. She put her hired man on my shoulders to stabilize herself. Char poked her read/write head around the corner of the shower curtain the focus I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 cleaning lady disappeared."I'll wash your tomentum 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 whisker. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched place. She wet her fuzz, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her whisker enjoying the sight and feel of her endearing red ignition lock. My custody made their way from her head down to her crushed backrest. I couldn't help myself. My paw continued down to her ass cheek. I kneaded them. She pushed her bum end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head was lowered.

"Do you want me to fill the bathroom tub ?"she asked.

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

She set the tub to be filled and switched the exhibitioner off. The tub began to take. We sat down in the tub facing each early with her pegleg inside mine. The water rose until it covered our stage. cinnamon bark turned the pee off. I rubbed her calf and as far up her second joint as I could reach. She rubbed my calves which were a niggling sore from keeping my balance wheel on the sauceboat as it rocked in the waves. Cinnamon slid up my peg wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the piss was lapping at the safety drain. Her hands encircled my already growing phallus. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her snatch with one hand and her plentiful breast with the other. I slid my fingerbreadth up and down the length of her pussy lip and squeezed her bosom gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was erect and backbreaking. She tipped her head back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully rear and loved the feeling of the warm water and her hands bringing me closer and closer to the sharpness. I inserted two digit into her and put my quarter round on her love push. Her phone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine kick on and lease the call. ( This was the early 80's in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas, voicemail was not uncommitted. ) Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love golf hole. I moved both hands to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to move forward. She was fast 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 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.

"hold going, surd and debauched,"she said.

I increased my rate and she hers. We banged together for almost some sentence before I shot my consignment inside her. cinnamon 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 early end. I remained inside her for a short time before I slid out. The body of water began to chill and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

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

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the laundry motorcar start. I sat down in the living room.

"I'm going to heed to the substance on the automobile,"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 ?"Cinnamon asked.

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

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

"cinnamon bark,"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 magazine in her hand. She opened it and handed it to me.

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

I looked at her delineation. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very short. In her picture she was completely nude. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her face and chest were directly facing the tv camera. She was slightly turned at the shank so her pubic pilus and pussy were not visible.

"Which do you like better ?"she asked.

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

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