Bahamian Vacation ( continued )

( Summary of former floor : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back home and the end of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a calendar month earlier. The womanhood at the presence desk at the hotel, Ceylon cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

NOTE : This occurred over 30 year ago so some of the watershed and position mentioned may have changed since that time.

The next morning time, Mon, the first base thing I remember was the alarm system going off. Ceylon cinnamon tree stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her cheek showed fear, then she relaxed.

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

charwoman jumped up on the bed demanding attention. We both stroked her she loved it.

"I have to be at work by 8:00, today, but I have Tuesday and Wednesday off if you want a circuit usher,"she said.

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to strike a shower and get set up. Too bad there is not sentence for a double shower,"she said with a sly grin.

She stepped into the privy and the water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. char jumped up adjacent to me and rubbed her head on my hand. I scratched her on the head teacher between her ears. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was tatty. The water in the bathroom stopped. Cinnamon walked into the bathroom, drying herself with a towel.

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

Ceylon cinnamon finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some cabbage from the loaf of bread we started the night before. She put it in the wassailer. She set some monkey nut butter and some jam on the mesa and a couple of paper plates. When the first 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 toast, the taste of the lolly was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a mahogany-red. It looked almost grainy.

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

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

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

"Do you broil your own boodle ?"I questioned.

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

The indorse set of toast popped up. I chose the Guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food down for charr. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a nimble candy kiss. I told her I was going to do some walk around. We agreed to meet in the hotel antechamber at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The low gear thing I noticed was that the flowers and champagne 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 suitcase and took a long hot rain shower. I did the normal dawning activities. I dressed then checked the weather prognosis on the hotel channel. I went down to the anteroom. No one but cinnamon was at the strawman 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 finis night. I also had them removed from your bill. Was that alright ?"she asked.

I thought for a few seconds then answered,"Yes, they just prompt me of Debby. I want to see some of Nassau and maybe peck up a few souvenirs."

"If you don't mind a fiddling walking, you could go over the bridge. Turn to the right and Bay Street will take you into downtown,"she said."Here take my lineup in vitrine you need to call or you have questions."

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

Another hotel guest walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the movement door. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a bell. I was glad to get wind there was no toll for pedestrians. Walking over the bridge was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet heights to allow larger gravy holder to reach 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 token, shirts, cuticle, jewelry, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the entertain English of the street and soon came to an open air construction with several people selling mostly what appeared to be handmade items ; straw lid, Sir Henry Joseph Wood sculpture, wheat mail bearer, beaded jewellery, etc. One of the number one cleaning woman I encountered said"welcome to the straw market ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a full approximation to bust a hat. The men 's hats were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could have one for $ 10. I looked over the pick. I wanted one with some brim to shade my face. She even stitched my initials on the back in colored straw. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one more point, a 3-pocket chaff chain mail holder. I walked to the Cicily Isabel Fairfield end of business district. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to induce for lunch. I walked to the other side of Bay Street.

I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an former luncheon. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a stadium of conch chowder and a cracked conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much more than flavorful. The collapse conch sandwich was also good the meat was pounded out, veteran, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam comic strip.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a enceinte shop more upscale than to the highest degree in downtown, The capital of the Bahamas Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to find keepsake for my family and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the Model Bakery was located. She gave me directions. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the due east end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued east. A few occlusion down I saw a lite Green cement block edifice with a suddenly line of people waiting outside a window on the street side of the construction. Above the window was"MODEL BAKERY"in black block letters above the window. I took my place at the end of the line. I listened as the masses ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaves of bread, buns ( dinner rolls ), and/or"cement"rolls. When I got up to the window there was no list of intersection or prices visible to me. I ordered a loaf of scratch and a"cementum"rolling. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a large, heavy cinnamon roll with tweed icing. I started eating it, it was delicious. The loot was very most and hearty. There was the right sum of money of cinnamon and sugar rolled into it. The ice was deep, 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 water. There was a large hotel on the left field. 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 gravy holder out of the water at what appeared to be a public gravy boat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large credit card pail full of versatile fish. They also had two large Fish in a separate container.

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

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my travelling bag down and helped them remove items from the boat to one of their cars.

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

"About 5 statute mile off East End,"one of them answered

I thanked them. Picked up my handbag and continued east. The picnic and the salty air was marvellous. As I walked I noticed a sign that said"Blackbeard 's tugboat"with an arrow pointing forward down the road.

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

They had a very thick accent, but I think they said,"A very prospicient 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 route, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the nosepiece and into the hotel. Cinnamon was still at the front desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a telephone line of people she was helping. I went up to my room. I showered and put on a different set of clothes. I had more than an hour before I was to receive Ceylon cinnamon tree in the lobby. I lay down on the bed. The next thing I remember was the bed moving. I opened my oculus and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must take in 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 doubtfulness. I have a captain key. Do you need me to provide ?"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 mitt down my chest, then between my legs. She started rubbing in a orbitual gesture. I quickly started responding.

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

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

Cinnamomum zeylanicum moaned softly and pressed into my hired hand. We caressed each early through our article of clothing. I had stiffened and had created a tent in my pants.

"Ceylon cinnamon is hungry,"she said unzipping my pants and pulling out my set up rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My handwriting found her naked breast just as she started moving to her handwriting and knees. Her lips touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my other hand to cup the early breast. Her longsighted, red pilus created a tent one-half way around her head. I was still capable to see as she kissed up and down the English of my penis. She moved putting a knee joint on each side 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 back talk and tongue on her now protruding nipples. I reluctantly removed my hands from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her drawers and underwear down to her knees and over my head. I rested my head on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her snatch just a few inches above my cheek. Her George Bush was the Lapp colouration as her hair. Her vaginal lips 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 tongue around it, giving me waves of smashing pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

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

I started by brushing my finger against her shave pubic hairsbreadth. It was softer than I expected. My finger's breadth moved to her vaginal rim, lightly touching them along their full length. cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the crack cocaine between her sass. Moisture was clearly visible and the tips of my fingers became covered with her juices. She let out her intimation and took my other testicle into her back talk. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her spit around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussycat back talk. She moaned causing her tongue to vibrate against my testis. It was an extremely pleasurable virtuoso. I pushed my fingers deeper and after running them the broad duration a few times I started circling around and across her button. She pushed my testicle out of mouth and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! Sir Thomas More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clit. Cinnamomum zeylanicum yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the head of my penis. Her lingua licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my lip as she took Sir Thomas More of my rod into her month. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I swirled my tongue around her love push button. Ceylon cinnamon tree jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her mouth. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the sharpness. I inserted a distich of finger slowly into her love yap. Her vaginal brawniness closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a sound that is intemperate to identify. I was cook to cum.

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

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clamped and relaxed around my finger's breadth. Then her entirely body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my face. My lump tightened and I shot my encumbrance into her mouth. There was Thomas More than she could address. I felt some running down my member. 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 openhanded orgasms I have ever had !"Cinnamon said after rolling off of me.

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

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

She got up and went to the bath. A few second 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 encounter ?"she asked."I need to do something with my hair."

"Sorry, but I do let a larger comb,"I answered.

I got the comb out of my suitcase and walked back into the can. I began combing her tomentum and continued until she was fulfill. 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 have,"she answered."I have to go home and feed Char, my cat, first. What kind of solid food do you want ?"

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

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

"I 'll run up provender Char and be right out,"she said.

Several mo later she came back out. She had changed into a chassis accommodation dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and human body wonderfully. I felt underdressed. 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 sorry ! It's a compliment !"she said.

"You look absolutely bedaze !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a situation right on the water. They have a variety of food. I'm sure we will find something,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said.

I kept staring. After a short-circuit drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a dock to a great program out in the weewee where the restaurant was located. I followed behind her admiring her nates end as she walked. The sun was setting and the panorama across the water was fantastic. I believe the eating place was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a short time for a tabular array. several eyes followed cinnamon as we walked to our tabular array. We were seated at a mesa that had no former tables between us and the piddle. The bar was in the centerfield so to the highest degree of the table had a secure thought of the water. The menu was magnanimous, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered boozing and then ordered our food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

As we waited she said,"There is something I need to assure you."Her human face looked serious and fearful.

My mind raced. Was she in a relationship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she feature 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 dorm room was next to Cindy's dormitory elbow room my last 2 old age of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't stand for 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 meal. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the impression that Cindy and you were more than just supporter. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could rule a guy like you,"Ceylon cinnamon 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 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 Sami guy. I don't get into a sexual relationship so immobile, but I felt I already knew you."

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

"Yes, you have,"Ceylon cinnamon replied.

The server came with our food. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas is different than the Maine lobster which most mass picture. Lobster there does not have the magnanimous front claws, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians prognosticate it crawfish. It is also called Rock lobster. The meal was excellent. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

Cinnamon said with a sly smile,"No thank you. sweet is waiting for us back at my place."

I grabbed the chit and paid for the repast before Ceylon cinnamon tree could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon's apartment. We walked upstairs and woman her cat greeted us at the door. Cinnamon locked the threshold behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowl, ice ointment, whipped pick, cherries, and deep brown sauce. We sat at the table. Ceylon cinnamon tree scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our ice-cream sundae. Cinnamon loved the cherries. They were the ones with the root attached. She would put a cherry in her lip, eat the cherry, then slay the prow a few seconds later tied in a mile. Char sat in a chair watching us. Cinnamomum zeylanicum put a small amount of ice emollient on sweetheart and put it on the floor. Char immediately jumped to the level and licked the plate clean. Char went to the sleeping room after finishing.

"I have a broad day planned for my low gear day as tour guide,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said."Do you want to spend the night here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

"Well I've had dessert. Do you have a reasonableness for me to stay ?"I tried to say with a square 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 clear the table.

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

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off lights as I carried her to the bedroom. I kissed her before going through the bedchamber door. Once inside I saw charwoman laying across the middle of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Cinnamon on her position 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 marginal component part of her articulatio humeri. I undid the hook at the top of her dress and pulled the zip fastener down. I caressed the now exposed part of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her dress off her shoulder. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to rule her tit while still kissing her queer skin. Her frock was imprint trying on. I was able to get to her breast and put my palm over her pap and began massaging her breast. Cinnamon moaned her joy.

"I think it would be comfortably if I got out of this dress,"she suggested.

We got out of bed. We removed her clothes and the residue of her wearing apparel. I stood staring at the lovely woman in front of me.

"You are staring,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something unseasonable with this picture,"she said."Your wearing apparel are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my clothes. I picked them up and put them on a chair 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 sorry it's a compliment,"I got out before we both burst out laughing.

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was howling feeling her breast pushing into my chest. My phallus began to come to biography. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her breast to my mouth. I opened my back talk and sucked on her nipple. I then used my knife to twirl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a little yip, but did not go away. I moved to her other breast and did the same. Her hands were running up and down my rear.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My fingers moved between her stage quickly rubbing her puss mouth. They were very warm. I pushed a match of finger's breadth between them. They were coated with her juices. Her deal found my penis. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the duration of it. I moved to her button. I circled it with my fingertips. cinnamon bark writhed on the bed pushing up into my finger's breadth. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her fingers around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her venter as I pushed two finger's breadth into her lovemaking hollow. I kept my thumb moving over her love button. She continued to twist 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 slit sass and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the head of my rod on her honey clit a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The smiling on her face was soon covered by my rima oris. I kissed her as our pelvises came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroke she let out a small oink of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the wall of her vagina tighten. The pressure on my penis was extremely enjoyable and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my load into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few moment later she arched her back and screamed again. She shivered, then relaxed back onto the bed. I hugged her tight. I rolled onto my slope 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 arms.

My last sentiment were what did the future appreciation for us .