Bahamian vacation ( continued )

( sum-up of premature story : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week holiday to get away from things back home and the Death of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a calendar month earlier. The woman at the front desk at the hotel, Cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner party and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

NOTE : This occurred over 30 old age ago so some of the landmark and places mentioned may have changed since that time.

The following break of day, Monday, the first thing I remember was the alarm going off. Cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her human face showed veneration, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't remember the last clock time I had somebody 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 tour guide,"she said.

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to take a shower down and get quick. Too bad there is not sentence for a double shower bath,"she said with a sly grinning.

She stepped into the bathroom and the H2O started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. Char jumped up next to me and rubbed her psyche on my hand. I scratched her on the head between her pinna. She pushed up against my helping hand asking for more. Her purr was tacky. The water in the bathroom stopped. cinnamon bark walked into the bathroom, drying herself with a towel.

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

Ceylon cinnamon tree finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some dough from the loaf we started the night before. She put it in the wassailer. She set some peanut butter and some jam on the table and a couple of report shell. When the for the first time two piece had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 extra piece in the toaster. I choose peanut butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my goner, the gustation of the kale was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.

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

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

She handed me a corner of her goner. I tasted it, it was a different perceptiveness, but it was very in effect.

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

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

The instant set of pledge popped up. I chose the Psidium littorale 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 nosepiece to paradise 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 meet in the hotel lobby at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The first base thing I noticed was that the flowers and bubbly that were in my elbow room had been removed. I was glad they were gone because the brought back memories of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my traveling bag and took a recollective hot shower. I did the normal aurora activity. I dressed then checked the weather forecast on the hotel channel. I went down to the vestibule. No one but Cinnamomum zeylanicum was at the front desk.

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

"Yes, I called and had person do that last night. I also had them removed from your broadsheet. Was that alright ?"she asked.

I thought for a few seconds 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 mind a little walking, you could go over the bridge. Turn to the right and Bay Street will charter you into downtown,"she said."Here take up my card in font you need to name or you have questions."

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

Another hotel Edgar Albert Guest walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the front threshold. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a bell. I was felicitous to discover there was no toll for walker. Walking over the bridge was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet high to allow large boats to pass underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned right on and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both side of the street. Many of them were selling souvenirs, shirts, shell, jewellery, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor side of meat of the street and soon came to an open air structure with various people selling mostly what appeared to be hand-crafted token ; straw lid, woodwind carvings, chaff mail holders, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the first-class honours degree cleaning woman I encountered said"welcome to the straw grocery ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a good idea to don a hat. The men 's chapeau were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could have one for $ 10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some brim to shade my face. She even stitched my initials on the back in colored drinking straw. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one Sir Thomas More item, a 3-pocket pale yellow mail bearer. I walked to the west end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have for lunch. I walked to the early slope of Bay Street.

I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an too soon lunch. I looked through the card for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a roll of conch chowder and a loony conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much more flavorful. The cracked conch sandwich was also skillful the nitty-gritty was pounded out, temper, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like buck strips.

After tiffin I continued down Bay Street. I came across a heavy shop more upscale than virtually in downtown, The capital of the Bahamas Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able-bodied to come up souvenirs for my home and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the poser bakehouse was located. She gave me directions. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the eastward end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued east. A few block down I saw a light green cement block building with a curtly line of people waiting outside a window on the street incline of the building. Above the window was"simulation BAKERY"in black cylinder block letters above the window. I took my place at the end of the personal line of credit. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaf of bread, tooshie ( dinner rolls ), and/or"cement"rolling. When I got up to the windowpane there was no leaning of products or price seeable to me. I ordered a loaf of moolah and a"cementum"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the bankroll. It was a large, with child cinnamon coil with Stanford White icing. I started eating it, it was pleasant-tasting. The bread was very most and hearty. There was the right sum of money of cinnamon and sugar rolled into it. The icing was thick, smooth, and creamy. I finished about 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 route running along the water. There was a large hotel on the leftfield. I came to a signal that read"fortress Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the sea ahead. I turned right and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the urine at what appeared to be a public sauceboat Allium tricoccum. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large plastic pail full of various Fish. They also had two large fish in a split up container.

"What are these heavy Pisces the Fishes ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my bag down and helped them channel item from the boat to one of their cars.

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

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

I thanked them. Picked up my bags and continued east. The gentle wind and the salty air was grand. As I walked I noticed a sign that said"Blackbeard 's towboat"with an pointer pointing forward down the road.

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

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

I thanked them and decided to sprain 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 and into the hotel. cinnamon bark was still at the presence desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a line of reasoning of the great unwashed she was helping. I went up to my elbow room. I showered and put on a different set of clothes. I had more than an hour before I was to meet Cinnamon in the lobby. I lay down on the bed. The next thing I remember was the bed moving. I opened my middle 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 inquiry. I have a master key key. Do you want me to pass on ?"she asked giggling.

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

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

She ran her handwriting down my chest, then between my legs. She started rubbing in a circular motility. I quickly started responding.

"We could make appetizers here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

"Appetizers here sounds good,"I said kissing her on the neck and putting my hand on her breast.

Cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my hand. We caressed each early through our clothing. I had stiffened and had created a collapsible shelter in my pants.

"Cinnamomum zeylanicum is thirsty,"she said unzipping my pants and pulling out my raise rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My mitt found her bare boob just as she started moving to her hired man and articulatio genus. Her lips touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my other manus to cup the former breast. Her long, red hair created a tent half way around her forefront. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the side of meat of my phallus. She moved putting a genu on each face of my head. I had continued the massage on her breasts as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the opportunity to used my sass and tongue on her now protruding mammilla. I reluctantly removed my hands from her white meat, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her drawers and underclothing down to her knees and over my head. I rested my head on top of them. They were tender. I gazed up at her pussy just a few in above my font. Her Dubyuh was the like color as her hairsbreadth. Her vaginal lips were swelling and there was a glisten of wet exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my testicles into her oral cavity. She swirled her glossa around it, giving me wave of cracking pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

"When are you going to startle eating your appetizer ?"she asked with a giggle.

I started by brushing my fingers against her dress pubic hair. It was flabby than I expected. My finger's breadth moved to her vaginal lip, lightly touching them along their entire length. Cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the offer between her lips. wet was clearly visible and the steer of my fingers became spread over with her succus. She let out her breath and took my other testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her natural language around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy lips. She moaned causing her tongue to vibrate against my testicle. It was an extremely enjoyable sensory faculty. I pushed my finger's breadth deeper and after running them the full length a few metre I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my ball out of sass and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clitoris. cinnamon bark yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the top dog of my penis. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my sassing as she took more of my rod into her month. I spread her kitty lip with my finger's breadth. I swirled my tongue around her love button. Cinnamomum zeylanicum jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her back talk. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the border. I inserted a couple of finger slowly into her love cakehole. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my spliff. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a sound that is hard to describe. I was set up to cum.

"I am going to issue forth soon !"I told her.

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscularity clamped and relaxed around my finger. Then her whole body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my fount. My balls tightened and I shot my load into her mouthpiece. There was more than she could palm. I felt some running down my penis. I pulled my fingers out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the magnanimous orgasms I have ever had !"cinnamon bark said after rolling off of me.

"I don't think I have come so much !"I responded.

After a few Sir Thomas More minutes Cinnamon said,"I have to clean up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the toilet. A few transactions later I got up kicked off my pants and underclothing and walked in the can. She had finished, but was looking in the mirror. I kissed her on the neck from behind.

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

"Sorry, but I do feature a prominent combing,"I answered.

I got the comb out of my suitcase and walked back into the bathroom. I began combing her hair and continued until she was satisfied. 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 solid food I am looking to have,"she answered."I have to go home and feed cleaning lady, my cat, first. What kind of solid food do you require ?"

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

We got in the car and drove to cinnamon bark's apartment.

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

Several hour later she came back out. She had changed into a var. try-on apparel. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and bod wonderfully. I felt underdressed. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't supporter but stare at her.

"You are staring,"she said.

"I'm sorry !"I responded.

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

"You look absolutely stunning !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a place right hand on the water. They have a variety of food. I'm sure we will retrieve something,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said.

I kept staring. After a light driving force she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a wharfage to a large platform out in the water where the restaurant was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the weewee was fantastic. I believe the eatery was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a brusk time for a mesa. Several middle followed Cinnamon as we walked to our table. We were seated at a table that had no other table between us and the H2O. The bar was in the center so almost of the tabular array had a good scene of the water. The computer menu was turgid, 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 tell you."Her fount looked serious and fearful.

My mind raced. Was she in a human relationship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she bear a disease ? Was she a wanted felon in the USA ?

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

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

I relaxed and it must birth shown on my face.

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

"Wow ! It is a small humankind. Have I lived up to your anticipation ?"I asked.

"Yes, you have,"cinnamon replied.

The server came with our nutrient. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. Cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is unlike than the Maine lobster which most people picture. Lobster there does not have the large movement claw, but has long spiked feeler and a bumpy racing shell. The Bahamians call it ecrevisse. It is also called sway lobster. The meal was excellent. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum said with a sly smiling,"No thank you. Dessert is waiting for us back at my place."

I grabbed the tick 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 Char her cat greeted us at the door. Cinnamomum zeylanicum locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with sports stadium, ice ointment, whipped cream, cherries, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the table. cinnamon scooped the ice ointment. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundaes. Cinnamon loved the cherries. They were the single with the stems attached. She would put a cherry tree in her mouth, eat the cerise, then remove the stem a few arcsecond later tied in a mi. woman sat in a chair watching us. Ceylon cinnamon put a small total of ice emollient on dish and put it on the flooring. Char immediately jumped to the base and licked the photographic plate clean. Char went to the bedchamber after finishing.

"I have a good day planned for my commencement day as tour of duty guide,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said."Do you want to expend the night here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

"wellspring I've had sweet. Do you have a intellect for me to quell ?"I tried to say with a straight face.

I felt her invertebrate foot in my lap. Her toes began kneading my groin.

"Is this reason enough ?"she giggled again.

She got up. I did to and helped crystalise the board.

"leave of absence the dishes for tomorrow,"she I instructed.

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off lightness as I carried her to the sleeping accommodation. I kissed her before going through the bedroom doorway. Once inside I saw Char laying across the eye of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Cinnamomum zeylanicum on her side facing away from me.

I touched her neck and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her neck and down the bare constituent of her shoulder. I undid the hook at the top of her dress and pulled the zipper down. I caressed the now divulge voice of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her wearing apparel off her berm. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to find her breast while still kissing her queer pelt. Her dress was descriptor fitting. I was able to get to her tit and put my palm over her nipple and began massaging her boob. cinnamon moaned her pleasure.

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

We got out of bed. We removed her dress and the rest of her dress. I stood staring at the cover girl woman in front of me.

"You are staring,"cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

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

She laughed. She helped me out of my clothes. I picked them up and put them on a chairperson in the recession. When I turned around Cinnamon was staring at me.

"You are staring,"I scolded.

"Sorry,"she said suppressing a laugh.

"Don't be no-count it's a compliment,"I got out before we both burst out laughing.

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was wonderful feeling her knocker pushing into my thorax. My penis began to descend to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her breast to my sass. I opened my lip and sucked on her nipple. I then used my tongue to purl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a picayune yip, but did not move away. I moved to her early breast and did the Lapp. Her paw were running up and down my binding.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My digit moved between her branch quickly rubbing her pussy back talk. They were very ardent. I pushed a couple of finger between them. They were coated with her juices. Her mitt found my member. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the length of it. I moved to her clit. 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 fingerbreadth into her sexual love hole. I kept my thumb moving over her love life button. She continued to writhe on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Cinnamon lifted her branch into the air. I moved between them. I slid my penis along the outside of her pussy. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussycat lips and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the head of my rod on her sexual love button a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depth. The smiling on her face was soon covered by my sassing. I kissed her as our renal pelvis came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroke she let out a minuscule grunt of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten. The insistency on my penis was extremely pleasurable and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my encumbrance into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few transactions 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 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 stopping point thoughts were what did the future storage area for us .