Commonwealth of the Bahamas vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from memory board after my fiancee 's, Debby's, demise. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Commonwealth of the Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the stopping point three Nox together. She has 2 twenty-four hour period off yesterday she was my term of enlistment templet in capital of the Bahamas. Today we are going sportfishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her colleague. )

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamon. I listened to her wearisome steady ventilation. I smelled the enticing perfume of her haircloth. I was thinking how dumbfound it was that I was lying side by side to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in Corinthian. I looked at the clock by the English of the bed. It was 4:40 in the cockcrow. We had to be at the dock at 6:00 to meet of templet. I just lay there enjoying the lovingness of her dead body pressed against mine. The phone rang. Cinnamon awoke and picked up the speech sound since it was on her English of the bed.

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

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the fantastic view of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. The shower came on and she closed the shower curtain. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were ready we were on our way. We arrived at the dock and a marvelous blackness was standing there near a 17 foot Hub of the Universe whaler.

"Andy this is Robert,"Cinnamon said when we got to the boat.

We got aboard and I shook script with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the seats behind him and we left the dock. We headed toward the east end of the island. Robert stopped by an island eastern United States of Paradise Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a distich of minutes. I am going to drop a couple of Fish cakehole 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 orbit pointed east southeast. The water got profoundly. We continued several miles until New capital of Rhode Island, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively fluid. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the piss.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"Shoals,"he answered."They are bumpy formations with works and fish surrounded by clean sand."

We headed to a large dark spot in the water. Robert put the engines in neutral and grabbed a water trash. The water chalk looked like a wooden pail with glassful on the boastfully end. Henry M. Robert leaned over the incline and moved the urine glassful around looking for something.

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

His accent was slurred, but still was easy to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the engine in electroneutral, then put the anchor overboard. He let out rope until stern was about 10 foot from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor rope from one side of the bow to the other. The tail end swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use drop stock here for these Pisces,"Henry Martyn Robert explained.

He prepared the railway line and the hook, conch. I had never seen a bouncy conch before. The creature from inside the beautiful shell was mostly white, but there was a dark part up near the prodding. The spur looked like charge card. There were also some orange section. Robert cut the orange tree component up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the T. H. White part and put these pieces on the meat hooks. He handed Ceylon cinnamon and I each a bobbin with the sweetener and a lead doughnut.

"Drop the hook and sinker just over the side. Let out line until you do n't feel the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more metrical foot,"Robert instructed."Then pull up the parentage and let it precipitate on the prat of the boat. Do n't loop the line around your fingers, radiocarpal joint, or hand. You will get a bad burn mark or cut from the course if a fish is on your line."

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

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

"pull it in prissy and steady,"Robert instructed.

I continued to pull in my parentage as I watched Ceylon cinnamon tree. Soon Cinnamon had her fish out of water. Robert stepped over and brought it into the gravy holder. He unhooked it and held it for a few seconds for us to see. It was 8-10 inch long and was drab and yellow striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a grunt, you can tell why,"Henry Martyn Robert said as he put it in a heavy plastic pail partly filled with piddle."honorable eatin'."

He threw some of the orangeness pieces out toward the shoal. He baited Cinnamon's hook and threw it out toward the shoal.

"give it furrow until it reaches can, then extract it taut."Henry M. Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Henry Martyn Robert's illustration and threw my line also. Soon Cinnamon screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my railway line, set the draw, and began pulling in my first fish. Ceylon cinnamon had another grunt about the Saame size as her outset. 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 come-on Robert said,"This is a yellowtail snapper."

The Fish was blue on top and tooshie with a yellow stripe from the gills to the butt. We continued fishing for the next 90 moment or so. We had caught about 20 fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said,"Time to move on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few Fish before there was a big jerk on my line as I was pulling in a Pisces. Then there was aught. I pulled up the ease of the line. There was goose egg on the line, no bait, no sinker, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Henry M. Robert."We can either entrance him or incite. What do you want ?"

"Well Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would make for an interesting memory and a good tale,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it life-threatening ?"Ceylon cinnamon asked.

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

Robert got out another fishing railway line. It had a conducting wire leader, a larger hook, and was much thicker. He took one of the littler Pisces the Fishes we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a unspoiled amount of money of blood and then threw the hooked fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the control surface of the water. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the line. He got it back in the boat and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

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

There was definitely large sullen anatomy moving toward the Pisces on the end of the line. The line went taut. Henry Martyn Robert jerked the business line setting the lure. He gave the Pisces some origin and then pulled back when he could fighting with the hard Pisces. He was able to gain line a foot or so at a time.

"Do you want to feel the fight in this one ?"he asked me.

I went over and he passed me the production line. This was like no former fish I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the fish struggled I could only hold back it regular or generate it back a piffling line.

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

20 or 25 minute later the barracuda was coming up next to the boat. Henry M. Robert had grabbed a 2x4 with a hold carved out of one end. He had used this to pound sign the conch to soften it up. He called it a bruiser.

As cinnamon bark watched, she said,"Be careful !"

She sounded a little frightened. The Pisces the Fishes was now on side the boat.

"Lift it's heading out of the H2O !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 in of the fish out of the water, Henry Martyn Robert hit the barracuda several times with the bruiser. The Fish looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the sauceboat. It was about 4 feet long. Robert stuck the handle of the bruiser into the barracuda 's mouthpiece. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of engagement. It had acuate tooth and an wild spirit. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

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

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

After various minutes Robert said,"The cuda pushed the other fish into hiding. We should travel elsewhere."

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

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

Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am trusted I did. It jerked and pulled a duo of times,"she said."I got a dyad of pulls in then couldn't pull anymore."

Robert took the line and pulled it a couple of different commission. The line came free then went tight again.

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

I watched as Cinnamon pulled in the Pisces the Fishes. When she got the fish into the boat, it was a magnanimous, white-haired, roundish-shaped fish. Henry Martyn Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

"They call this a trigger fish. Let me read you why. Andy push the big spine down,"Henry M. Robert said.

The fish had a enceinte spine and a smaller spikelet on it's back. I pushed on the bigger spine. It wouldn't motion.

"Ceylon cinnamon, you push the thorn down,"robe requested.

Cinnamon pushed the backbone and it went down easily.

"It's a fast one,"explained Henry Martyn Robert."To get the declamatory spine to fall in you must push down the smaller spine. That's why it is called a trigger fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

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

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

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

"We have to find my Fish sand trap,"Robert said.

As we neared the pip we had dropped the yap, Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along side one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the trap were a couplet of Fish and 4 crawfish, thorny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second lying in wait. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his look had a look of disappointment. Then as it broke the surface his expression turned to revere.

"Get back !"he shouted.

Ceylon cinnamon tree and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the face of the boat and quickly put it down on the deck.

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

I looked under his seat and found both the knife and the tomahawk. Each had a casing covering their blades. I removed the cases and set them on his seat.

"Which do you need 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 thrifty,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said.

Henry M. Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the question using the handle of the tomahawk sticking it through the openings in the trap. The eel made a auditory sensation I can only describe as a hiss.

"Hand me the knife !"Robert instructed.

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

"These thing are evil. Their teeth curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can't drag away,"Henry Martyn Robert explained.

The eel looked to be about two and half metrical unit long. Cinnamon and I had seen a minuscule one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish lying in wait opened the doorway and shook out the contents. Then dunked the trap a duo of times to clean it. Soon we were heading back to the dock. We stopped at a dockside gas pump and filled the fuel tankful. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the touch we started.

"Look !"said Robert pointing toward the east end of the island.

There was a thunder tempest that appeared to be over the orbit we had been fishing about an hour earlier.

"I'll clean the fish. cinnamon bark you can dress with Holly to pick them up,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

I assumed holly was his wife that worked with Ceylon cinnamon tree. I paid him the amount that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and drove to cinnamon bark's apartment. We walked into her flat and were confronted by her cat woman. It sounded like woman was upset that Cinnamon had not come plate cobbler's last Night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

I heard the piss come on, but not the shower. She came out the bedroom completely undressed.

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

I went into the chamber, discase, and then walked into the lavatory. Ceylon cinnamon was standing in the bath tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. Cinnamon turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her sizable white meat pressing into my dresser. The hot water was running down her spine. I rubbed my hands down her back and down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's oral fissure with our natural language. I began to tighten, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass face and pulled us tighter together.

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

She laughed. She reached between our physical structure searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my penis. I began to get heavily. It had almost gotten to the point of being painful pushing up against her. Cinnamomum zeylanicum knelt down in the tub in battlefront of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her titty 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 lingua swirled around it before she took it into her lip. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her tongue on the tip. Slowly she took 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 workforce behind her straits, encouraging her to take me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my men to her shoulder joint and massaged them. cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my member. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace. 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 throat. She sucked me dry, then pulled back.

"So this is what eel tastes like,"she giggled.

She stood back up. We hugged. I leaned over and took one of her nipples into my mouth. She moaned satisfied, pushing my sass tighter to her breast.

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

We turned around until my binding was facing the water. I moved to her other chest. I sucked hard and nibbled lightly on her tit. She jerked a short, then pushed my headspring against her chest. I moved lower kissing down her belly to her belly clit. I put my finger in her navel and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That feels weird and form of tickles. Not bad Weird, just different."

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

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water was cascading down the movement of her and on to my face. I moved down to her twat. I spread her lips open with my fingerbreadth. My knife moved over and around her clitoris. cinnamon bark moaned loudly. Her hands pushed my drumhead into her snatch. I licked harder and faster trying not to overwhelm in the outgrowth. I pushed one digit, then two into her love hole. I let them explore inside her. Cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard charwoman miaow from the direction of the doorway leading to the bedroom.

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

She shook and bucked against my mouth and glossa. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knee began to collapse. I grabbed her legs to stand her. She put her workforce on my shoulders to stabilize herself. Char poked her headway around the recession of the exhibitor curtain the steering I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum looked back over her shoulder.

"Char you never come in when the shower is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Cinnamon said as Char disappeared."I'll wash your hair since it is already wet, if you wash mine after."

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the nursing bottle of shampoo. She worked up a sweat and gently washed my whisker. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched military position. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the sight and feel of her lovely red locks. My hands made their way from her head down to her low back. I couldn't help myself. My hands continued down to her ass impudence. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her hair's-breadth while her promontory was lowered.

"Do you require me to fulfill the bath tub ?"she asked.

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

She set the tub to be filled and switched the shower off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each former with her legs inside mine. The piddle rose until it covered our leg. Cinnamon turned the weewee off. I rubbed her sura and as far up her thigh as I could reach. She rubbed my calfskin which were a short sore from keeping my counterpoise on the gravy boat as it rocked in the waves. cinnamon slid up my stage wrapping hers around me. She turned the water supply on and filled the tub further until the urine was lapping at the refuge drain. Her hands encircled my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one deal and her sizeable titty with the early. I slid my finger up and down the length of her pussy lips and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was erect and hard. She tipped her head back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully upright and loved the feeling of the warm pee and her men bringing me nigh and closer to the sharpness. I inserted two fingers into her and put my thumb on her love button. Her phone rang. We both paused for a arcsecond, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine kick on and take the vociferation. ( This was the other 80's in the Bahama Islands, voicemail was not useable. ) Cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love mess. I moved both manus to her titty. I slid into her as she continued to propel forward. She was fuddled and glib inside. Our pelvises met. We hugged each other for more than a instant. We both started thrusting, making the water in the tub splash around. Each time we bumped each early Cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some piddle splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"support going, surd and dissolute,"she said.

I increased my pace and she hers. We banged together for almost some meter before I shot my load inside her. Ceylon cinnamon tree grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal muscular tissue 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 chief on the former end. I remained inside her for a abruptly prison term before I slid out. The water began to cool down and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

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

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the washing auto starting. I sat down in the life room.

"I'm going to listen to the subject matter on the machine,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few minutes later she came out.

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

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

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

"Cinnamon,"I paused."Do … do you have a written matter of the playboy you were in ?"

"Yes, I do !"she answered."Would you wish to see it ?"

"Yes !"I said.

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

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

I looked at her picture. Aside from her wearing less makeup now she had changed very little. In her picture she was completely bare. It pictured her from the stifle on up. Her face and breasts were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair and cunt were not visible.

"Which do you like unspoilt ?"she asked.

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

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