Bahamian Vacation ( continued )

( summary of premature storey : I had flown to capital of the Bahamas for a 2-week vacation to get away from thing back home and the destruction of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The fair sex at the forepart desk at the hotel, cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

line : This occurred over 30 years ago so some of the landmarks and places mentioned may have changed since that time.

The adjacent first light, Monday, the first matter I remember was the alarum going off. Cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed fearfulness, then she relaxed.

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

Char jumped up on the bed demanding tending. We both stroked her she loved it.

"I have to be at work by 8:00, today, but I have Tues and Wednesday off if you want a term of enlistment guide,"she said.

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to consider a shower and get fix. Too bad there is not metre for a double shower,"she said with a sly smile.

She stepped into the bathroom and the water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. Char jumped up next to me and rubbed her foreland on my hand. I scratched her on the foreland between her ears. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was loud. The body of water in the can stopped. cinnamon bark walked into the bathroom, drying herself with a towel.

"I see you found a friend charr,"said Cinnamon.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some bread from the loaf of bread we started the Night before. She put it in the toaster. She set some peanut butter and some jam on the table and a couple of paper plates. When the commencement two slices had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 additional slices in the toaster. I choose peanut butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my pledge, the gustatory perception of the lettuce was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.

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

"Psidium littorale jam,"she replied"I bought it from a neighbor who makes it."

She handed me a corner of her toast. I tasted it, it was a different taste, but it was very effective.

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

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

The second set of toast popped up. I chose the yellow cattley guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food down for charwoman. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge to promised land Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a quick buss. I told her I was going to do some walk around. We agreed to satisfy in the hotel lobby at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The first matter I noticed was that the flowers and champagne that were in my room had been removed. I was glad they were gone because the brought back memory of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a longsighted hot exhibitioner. I did the convention daybreak natural action. I dressed then checked the weather prognosis on the hotel TV channel. I went down to the anteroom. No one but Ceylon cinnamon was at the battlefront desk.

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

"Yes, I called and had someone do that last Night. I also had them removed from your broadside. 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 beware a small walking, you could go over the span. flex to the right and Bay Street will take you into downtown,"she said."Here take my circuit board in typesetter's case you need to phone or you have questions."

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

Another hotel client walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the front door. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a bell. I was glad to discover there was no price for pedestrians. Walking over the span was like going over a Alfred Hawthorne. Later I learned later that it is about 75 foot in high spirits to give up larger sauceboat to pass underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned right and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling souvenirs, shirts, shells, jewelry, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor side of the street and soon came to an capable air bodily structure with various people selling mostly what appeared to be hand-crafted items ; wheat hats, Ellen Price Wood sculpture, straw mail holder, beaded jewellery, etc. One of the first base women I encountered said"welcome to the shuck market ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the brightly sun I decided it would be a good idea to wear a hat. The men 's chapeau were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could give birth one for $ 10. I looked over the excerption. I wanted one with some lip to fill in my face. She even stitched my initials on the vertebral column in colored stalk. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one more item, a 3-pocket shuck mail bearer. I walked to the westward end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to take for luncheon. I walked to the other face of Bay Street.

I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an early lunch. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a bowl of conch chowder and a cracked conch sandwich. The chowder was very upright, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much more flavourous. The cracked conch sandwich was also good the heart and soul was pounded out, seasoned, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like buck strips.

After dejeuner I continued down Bay Street. I came across a orotund store more upscale than most in downtown, The capital of the Bahamas store ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to discover souvenirs for my family and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the mannequin bakeshop was located. She gave me commission. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the east end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued East. A few blocks down I saw a light green cement blocking building with a short crinkle of the great unwashed waiting outside a window on the street side of the construction. Above the window was"modelling BAKERY"in black block letters above the window. I took my place at the end of the line. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to social club loaves of bread, buns ( dinner coil ), and/or"cement"paradiddle. When I got up to the window there was no leaning of products or prices seeable to me. I ordered a loaf of moolah and a"cement"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a large, laboured cinnamon curlicue with white icing. I started eating it, it was delicious. The scratch was very most and hearty. There was the right amount of money of cinnamon and loot rolled into it. The icing was thick, smooth, and creamy. I finished about one-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 road running along the weewee. There was a expectant hotel on the left wing. I came to a sign that read"fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the ocean ahead. I turned right and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water at what appeared to be a populace gravy holder ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large plastic pailful entire of various fish. They also had two prominent Pisces in a split container.

"What are these larger fish ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my purse down and helped them transfer token from the boat to one of their cars.

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

"About 5 miles off Orient End,"one of them answered

I thanked them. Picked up my bags and continued east. The piece of cake and the salty air was fantastic. As I walked I noticed a sign that said"Thatch 's Tower"with an arrow pointing forward down the road.

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

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

I thanked them and decided to turn 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 circuit and into the hotel. Cinnamon was still at the straw man 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 hour before I was to fulfil Ceylon cinnamon in the lobby. I lay down on the bed. The next affair I remember was the bed moving. I opened my centre and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must have had a big day,"she said before giving me a huge kiss.

"Yes, I did some exploring,"I said still waking up."How did you get in ?"

"Silly question. I have a master key. Do you need me to provide ?"she asked giggling.

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

"Well, I usually eat out Monday nights,"Cinnamon said kissing me again.

She ran her hand down my chest, then between my pegleg. She started rubbing in a circular motion. I quickly started responding.

"We could have appetiser here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

"starter here sounds right,"I said kissing her on the cervix and putting my mitt on her breast.

Ceylon cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my manus. We caressed each other through our clothing. I had stiffened and had created a tent in my pants.

"Cinnamon is hungry,"she said unzipping my pants and pulling out my erect rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My manus found her bare white meat just as she started moving to her hands and knees. Her back talk touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my early mitt to cup the other chest. Her yearn, red fuzz created a tent half way around her headspring. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the side of my penis. She moved putting a knee on each side of my question. I had continued the massage on her chest 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 hands from her knocker, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her trouser and underwear down to her knees and over my head. I rested my heading on top of them. They were affectionate. I gazed up at her pussy just a few column inch above my face. Her bush was the same color as her whisker. Her vaginal rim were swelling and there was a glisten of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my testicles into her mouth. She swirled her knife around it, giving me moving ridge of great pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

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

I started by brushing my fingers against her dress pubic hair. It was flabby than I expected. My fingerbreadth moved to her vaginal brim, lightly touching them along their full moon duration. cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the fling between her sass. moisture was clearly visible and the tips of my digit became incubate with her juices. She let out her breath and took my other testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussycat lips. She moaned causing her tongue to thrill against my testicle. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. I pushed my finger's breadth deeper and after running them the full distance a few times I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my testicle out of mouth and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clit. Cinnamon yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the head of my penis. Her clapper licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my oral fissure as she took Thomas More of my rod into her month. I spread her pussycat lip with my digit. I swirled my clapper around her love push button. Ceylon cinnamon jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my clapper harder against her. She moaned as she took More of me into her mouthpiece. The combination of her natural language and impudence was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a duet of fingers slowly into her love life gob. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my control stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a sound that is intemperately to distinguish. I was ready to cum.

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

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clamped and relaxed around my finger's breadth. Then her wholly trunk trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my face. My balls tightened and I shot my load into her mouth. There was more than she could handle. I felt some running down my phallus. I pulled my finger's breadth out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the braggart orgasms I have ever had !"Cinnamon said after rolling off of me.

"I don't think I have come so a good deal !"I responded.

After a few Thomas More instant Cinnamon said,"I have to scavenge up and get redressed."

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

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

"Sorry, but I do have a larger coxcomb,"I answered.

I got the comb out of my traveling bag and walked back into the bathroom. 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 places. It depends on what type of food I am looking to make,"she answered."I have to go home and feed woman, my cat, first. What variety of nutrient do you want ?"

"Let's go I'll think about,"I responded.

We got in the car and swarm to Cinnamon's apartment.

"I 'll run up feed woman and be right out,"she said.

Several hour later she came back out. She had changed into a form fitting dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and shape wonderfully. I felt dress down. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't help but stare at her.

"You are staring,"she said.

"I'm sorry !"I responded.

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

"You look absolutely stunning !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a seat right field on the piss. They have a salmagundi of food. I'm sure we will find something,"Ceylon cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a shortstop drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a wharf to a big platform out in the water where the eating house was located. I followed behind her admiring her keister end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the water was fantastic. I believe the restaurant was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a short sentence for a board. Several center followed Cinnamon as we walked to our tabular array. We were seated at a table that had no other mesa between us and the water. The bar was in the center so most of the tables had a honorable prospect of the piddle. The menu was prominent, 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 enjoin you."Her side looked grave and fearful.

My mind raced. Was she in a kinship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she throw a disease ? Was she a wanted criminal in the U.S. ?

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

"I know Cindy, Debby's cousin, from college. My student residence way was next to Cindy's dormitory elbow room my last 2 years of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't mean to worry you !"Cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few times when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a movie and for meals. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the stamp that Cindy and you were to a greater extent than just friends. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could find a guy like you,"cinnamon bark explained."I know Debby loved you very much. She spoke about you a lot while she was visiting. She wanted to get home plate to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in contact. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your name when you checked in. I had to recover out you were the same guy. I don't get into a sexual human relationship so immobile, but I felt I already knew you."

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

"Yes, you have,"Cinnamon replied.

The server came with our food. I had gotten fried Pisces the Fishes and lobster. Ceylon cinnamon tree had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is unlike than the ME lobster which most masses picture. Lobster there does not accept the large figurehead claws, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians call it langouste. It is also called rock'n'roll lobster. The meal was excellent. 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 chit and paid for the meal before Cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Ceylon cinnamon's apartment. We walked upstairs and woman her cat greeted us at the door. Cinnamon locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with sports stadium, ice pick, whipped emollient, cherries, and cocoa sauce. We sat at the board. Cinnamon scooped the ice emollient. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundaes. Cinnamon loved the cherries. They were the I with the stems attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cherry tree, then move out the stem a few seconds later tied in a knot. charr sat in a chairman watching us. Cinnamon put a small amount of ice cream on dish and put it on the floor. Char immediately jumped to the floor and licked the photographic plate clean. woman went to the sleeping accommodation after finishing.

"I have a replete day planned for my first day as duty tour pathfinder,"Cinnamon said."Do you want to spend the night here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

"Well I've had afters. Do you have a reason for me to persist ?"I tried to say with a straight face.

I felt her metrical 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 pull in the table.

"farewell the dish for tomorrow,"she I instructed.

I picked her up in my weapons system. She turned off spark as I carried her to the bedroom. I kissed her before going through the bedroom door. Once inside I saw Char laying across the midriff of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Ceylon cinnamon tree on her side facing away from me.

I touched her cervix and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her cervix and down the unsheathed contribution of her articulatio humeri. I undid the claw at the top of her apparel and pulled the zip fastener down. I caressed the now exposed section of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her dress off her articulatio humeri. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to notice her breast while still kissing her debunk skin. Her dress was form fitting. I was able-bodied to get to her breast and put my laurel wreath over her nipple and began massaging her knocker. cinnamon moaned her pleasure.

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

We got out of bed. We removed her clothes and the respite of her apparel. I stood staring at the lovely cleaning lady in movement of me.

"You are staring,"Ceylon cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something wrong with this picture,"she said."Your dress are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my wearing apparel. I picked them up and put them on a hot seat 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 grim it's a compliment,"I got out before we both burst out laughing.

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was terrific feeling her breasts pushing into my chest. My penis began to come in to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her mammilla. She moaned and pushed her breast to my mouth. I opened my mouthpiece and sucked on her teat. I then used my knife to swirl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a small yip, but did not move away. I moved to her early chest and did the Saami. Her hands were running up and down my backrest.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My digit moved between her branch quickly rubbing her kitty-cat lips. They were very warm. I pushed a span of digit between them. They were coated with her juices. Her paw found my member. 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 fingers around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her stomach as I pushed two digit into her passion fix. I kept my thumb moving over her sexual love button. She continued to writhe on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Cinnamon 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 lips and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the brain of my rod on her love release a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The grin on her look 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 pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the wall of her vagina tighten. The pressure on my member was extremely pleasurable and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my shipment into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few minutes 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 of meat pulling her onto her side. Char narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's munition.

My last opinion were what did the future hold for us .