Bahamas holiday ( 4 )

( Background : I took a stumble to get away from retention after my fiancee 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, capital of the Bahamas, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the lastly three nights together. She has 2 Day off yesterday she was my tour guide in Nassau. Today we are going sportfishing which she arranged with the married man of one of her co-workers. )

I awoke with my arm still around cinnamon. I listened to her irksome steady breathing. I smelled the enticing odor of her pilus. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in man-about-town. I looked at the clock by the side of meat of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the loading dock at 6:00 to encounter of templet. I just lay there enjoying the affectionateness of her body pressed against mine. The phone rang. Cinnamon awoke and picked up the telephone set since it was on her position of the bed.

"hi ! Ok thanks !"she said as she hung up the earpiece."That was our wake-up call."

She got out of bed to my letdown. I took in the fantastic position of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. The exhibitioner came on and she closed the exhibitioner drape. She finished and I took my rain shower. As soon as we were ready we were on our way. We arrived at the bobtail and a tall black 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 bridge player with Robert. Ceylon cinnamon tree and I sat down on the bum behind him and we left the dock. We headed toward the east end of the island. Robert stopped by an island east of Paradise Island.

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

He dropped 2 traps over with empty plastic gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the scope pointed east southeast. The water got deeper. We continued several miles until New capital of Rhode Island, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The piss began to get shallower. The sea was relatively shine. Robert slowed the sauceboat and gazed across the water.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

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

We headed to a large iniquity spot in the water. Robert put the engines in indifferent and grabbed a water glass. The piss glass looked like a wooden pailful with trash on the turgid end. Henry Martyn Robert leaned over the incline and moved the body of water methamphetamine hydrochloride around looking for something.

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

His stress was thick, but still was easy to realise. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 groundwork. Put the engine in neutral, then put the lynchpin overboard. He let out rophy until butt was about 10 metrical foot from being over the school. He moved the anchor rope from one side of the bow to the other. The tush swung over and lined up better with the school.

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

He prepared the occupation and the bait, conch. I had never seen a alive conch before. The animal from inside the beautiful shell was mostly white, but there was a sour part up near the spur track. The acantha looked like plastic. There were also some orangeness part. 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 and I each a spool with the hook and a lead sinker.

"pearl the hook and donut just over the slope. Let out business line until you do n't feel the weight unit of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 Sir Thomas More invertebrate foot,"Henry M. Robert instructed."Then pull up the contrast and let it precipitate on the bottom of the boat. Do n't loop the telephone line around your finger, wrist, or helping hand. You will get a bad burn or cut from the line if a fish is on your line."

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

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

"Pull it in dainty and steady,"Robert instructed.

I continued to deplume in my stemma as I watched cinnamon bark. Soon Cinnamomum zeylanicum had her fish out of water. Henry M. Robert stepped over and brought it into the gravy boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few s for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was low and yellow 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 tumid plastic pail partly filled with water."Good eatin'."

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

"springiness it stemma until it reaches bottom of the inning, then extract it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's example and threw my personal line of credit also. Soon Cinnamon screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the hooking, and began pulling in my first fish. Cinnamon had another grunt about the same size 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 Robert said,"This is a yellowtail snapper snapper."

The Pisces the Fishes was blue on top and bottom with a yellow stripe from the gills to the tail. We continued fishing for the next 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 fish between us. Then the Pisces stopped biting.

Robert said,"Time to move on."

He pulled up ground tackle and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big dork on my stock as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the line. There was nothing on the telephone circuit, no lure, no sinker, and the line of descent itself looked like it had been cut.

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

"Well cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would build for an interest memory and a good story,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it serious ?"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 sportfishing crease. It had a telegram leader, a great hook, and was much thicker. He took one of the diminished fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a good amount of money of blood line and then threw the hooked Fish as far as he could. Since there was no doughnut it stayed near the Earth's surface of the water. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the line of reasoning. He got it back in the sauceboat and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Henry M. Robert yelled.

There was definitely large blue shape moving toward the Pisces the Fishes on the end of the seam. The line went taut. Henry Martyn Robert jerked the line setting the hook. He gave the fish some line and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong Pisces the Fishes. He was able to realise line a metrical unit or so at a time.

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

I went over and he passed me the line of credit. This was like no other fish I had caught in the lakes of Gopher State. When the fish struggled I could only take hold it steady or give it back a little line.

"Keep the origin taut. If you give a cuda slack it can jaw through the metal loss leader,"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

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

As cinnamon watched, she said,"Be deliberate !"

She sounded a footling scare. The fish was now along face the boat.

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

I had about 6 inch of the Fish out of the piss, Robert hit the barracuda several time with the bruiser. The fish looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the Pisces the Fishes into the gravy boat. It was about 4 feet long. Henry Martyn Robert stuck the handgrip of the bull into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had incisive dentition and an angry look. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know someone who will pay me for this, train and mount it, and then sell it,"Robert said.

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

After several minutes Robert said,"The cuda pushed the former fish into hiding. We should move elsewhere."

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

"supporter ! I can't puff it in,"she called out.

Henry M. Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am certainly I did. It jerked and pulled a twain of fourth dimension,"she said."I got a twosome of pulls in then couldn't wrench anymore."

Robert took the personal credit line and pulled it a couple of different focusing. The line of descent came free then went taut again.

"The Fish is still on the line. The line must throw gotten caught on the shallow,"Henry Martyn Robert said giving the cable back to Cinnamon.

I watched as Cinnamon pulled in the Fish. When she got the Pisces into the boat, 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 large spine and a smaller rachis on it's back. I pushed on the larger acantha. It wouldn't move.

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

Cinnamon pushed the spine and it went down easily.

"It's a antic,"explained Robert."To get the large sticker to crumble you must push down the small-scale spine. That's why it is called a trigger fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

"We are going to have to go in soon. There's atmospheric condition coming in,"he said pointing out to the south.

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

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

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

As we neared the slur we had dropped the traps, Henry Martyn Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along incline one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the bunker were a couple of fish and 4 crawfish, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his cheek had a smell of letdown. Then as it broke the surface his expression turned to fear.

"Get back !"he shouted.

Cinnamon and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the side of the boat and quickly put it down on the deck.

"There's a moray eel in the trap !"Henry M. Robert shouted."Andy find the large knife and the tomahawk under my seat."

I looked under his butt and found both the tongue and the tomahawk. Each had a shell covering their brand. I removed the cases and set them on his seat.

"Which do you want first ?"I asked.

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

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

"Be careful,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said.

Robert was capable to pin the eel just behind the head using the handle of the hatchet sticking it through the openings in the yap. The eel made a sound I can only draw as a hiss.

"Hand me the knife !"Robert instructed.

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

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

The eel looked to be about two and half feet long. cinnamon bark and I had seen a small-scale one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish trap opened the door and shake up out the contents. Then dunked the trap a distich of times to make clean it. Soon we were heading back to the dock. We stopped at a dockside gas pump and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the pip we started.

"Look !"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 Pisces the Fishes. cinnamon bark you can arrange with Charles Hardin Holley to find fault them up,"Henry M. Robert said.

I assumed holly was his wife that worked with Ceylon 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 apartment and were confronted by her cat Char. It sounded like charr was upset that Cinnamomum zeylanicum had not come dwelling house last night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Cinnamomum zeylanicum went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

I heard the pee come on, but not the shower. She came out the chamber 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, undressed, and then walked into the bathroom. Cinnamon was standing in the tub tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the drape. Cinnamon turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her sizable breasts pressing into my chest. The hot water was running down her back. I rubbed my custody down her backrest and down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's lip with our glossa. I began to stiffen, pushing against her second joint. She grabbed my ass boldness and pulled us pissed together.

Ceylon cinnamon pulled her mouth away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't wait to get your 'eel'inside me."

She laughed. She reached between our eubstance searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my member. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the distributor point of being awful pushing up against her. Cinnamomum zeylanicum knelt down in the tub in front of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her bosom as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her lips when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my chest. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her tongue swirled around it before she took it into her rima oris. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her tongue on the tip. Slowly she took more of me into her mouth. She cupped her hands around each of my balls. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her pass, encouraging her to contract me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my hands to her shoulder joint and massaged them. Cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her rate. I held off thrusting, not wanting her to gag again. Soon I was on the verge of cumming.

"I'm going to cum,"I said.

She continued and I exploded down her pharynx. She sucked me dry, then pulled back.

"So this is what eel taste perception like,"she giggled.

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

"Can we alternate post ? I've had decent water on my back,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the water. I moved to her early bosom. I sucked hard and nibbled lightly on her tit. She jerked a little, then pushed my oral sex against her chest. I moved lower kissing down her tummy to her belly push button. I put my fingerbreadth in her navel and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That feels uncanny and sort of tickling. Not bad weird, just different."

I stuck my knife in her bellybutton and wiggled it around. She shivered.

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water was cascading down the front of her and on to my face. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips outdoors with my fingers. My tongue moved over and around her clitoris. cinnamon moaned loudly. Her men pushed my head into her slit. I licked harder and faster trying not to overwhelm in the unconscious process. I pushed one finger, then two into her erotic love hole. I let them explore inside her. cinnamon bark 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 body stiffened.

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

"Hi woman,"I said.

Cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

"cleaning woman you never come in when the shower is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said as Char disappeared."I'll wash your fuzz 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 attitude. She wet her fuzz, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the spate and feel of her lovely red locks. My hired hand made their way from her header down to her low rear. I couldn't help myself. My work force continued down to her ass brass. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her foreland was lowered.

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

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

She set the tub to be filled and switched the shower bath off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each early with her ramification inside mine. The water system rose until it covered our leg. Cinnamon turned the urine off. I rubbed her calves and as far up her second joint as I could get through. She rubbed my calves which were a piddling sore from keeping my residue on the gravy boat as it rocked in the Wave. Cinnamomum zeylanicum slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the urine was lapping at the safety drain. Her script encircled my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her twat with one hand and her ample breast with the other. I slid my fingers up and down the length of her pussy lip and squeezed her tit gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was erect and intemperate. She tipped her head back enjoying the champion.

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

I was fully erect and loved the opinion of the warm piss and her bridge player bringing me airless and closer to the edge. I inserted two digit into her and put my thumb on her love push. Her phone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine flush on and select the outcry. ( This was the early on 80's in the Bahamas, voicemail was not usable. ) Cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love hole. I moved both mitt to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to actuate forward. She was blotto and slick inside. Our pelvises met. We hugged each other for Sir Thomas More than a minute. We both started thrust, making the water in the tub splatter around. Each time we bumped each other Cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some piss splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"dungeon going, grueling and degenerate,"she said.

I increased my pace and she hers. We banged together for almost some prison term before I shot my load inside her. Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 straits on the early end. I remained inside her for a short clip before I slid out. The water began to cool and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

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

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

"I'm going to take heed to the substance on the machine,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few minutes later she came out.

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

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

Cinnamon called Charles Hardin Holley and accepted. She finished the washables. 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 like to see it ?"

"Yes !"I said.

She disappeared into the bedroom. She had a magazine in her deal. She opened it and handed it to me.

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

I looked at her picture. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very minuscule. In her moving picture she was completely nude. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her typeface and breast were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair and puss were not visible.

"Which do you like salutary ?"she asked.

"I like the real affair better than a film,"I responded."I'm a hands-on sort of guy !"

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