Bahamas Vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a stumble to get away from retentiveness after my fiancee 's, Debby's, decease. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Ceylon cinnamon tree, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two nighttime together. She has the side by side two Day off and has offered to be my tour of duty template. )

I woke up in the morning in cinnamon bark's bed at her apartment. I still had my branch around her, however during the night she had turned and was facing away from me. I was snuggled up close to her. I loved the smell of her hair. I was not sure if it was her shampoo or perfume. My penis was slightly rear and nestled between her butt impudence. I did not want to wake Cinnamon. It felt grand just laying here future to her. Her cutis was so smooth out and soft. About a hour later she began to stir. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with reverence in her heart. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

"Good good morning !"she said."I just am not used to waking up with someone else in my bed."

We kissed, then she turned her fountainhead back. I kissed her on the neck. She purred.

"We need to get ready for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to move this tactile property so unspoilt. Do you want to go back to the hotel for clothes ?"

I thought for a few seconds and answered,"No. I only wore the dress I have here for a few hours shoemaker's last night."

"Good ! That gives us a more time before we leave,"she said.

Her cat cleaning lady jumped up on the bed and walked up and meowed in Cinnamon's face.

"She wants to be fed. She won't leave me alone until that happens,"she said.

Ceylon cinnamon got up and went to the kitchen. In a few minute she came back into the chamber. I watched her breasts bounce as she walked toward the bed.

"Do you want to diddle ‘ Follow the Leader'?"she asked.

"With you leading I will definitely follow !"I answered.

She took my hired hand. I got out of bed and followed her into the bathroom. I intently watched her tight keister end as she walked in figurehead of me. She turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, then guided me in. She shut the shower curtain behind us.

"Hold out your hands,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquid grievous bodily harm in them, then put some in her hand. She started by rubbing soap on my chest of drawers. I returned the party favour. Soaping her breasts. She tipped her head back and enjoyed my handwriting moving around her tit. Cinnamon moved down to my stomach, then down to my phallus and bollock. Sliding her mitt all around my member. I was already fully erect. I moved my hand around to her spine and caressed her dorsum from shoulder down to her rear end. She reached around to my rise end pulling near to her. My phallus was now trapped between our body with the straits pressing against her navel. I grabbed her butt with both hands. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, firm brass. She moaned running her hands up and down my back. I moved my finger's breadth between her butt cheeks. I circled a couple of fingers around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my fingers inside. She was extremely tight and her sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my early hand to her front and lathered her pubic hair and pussy lips. She began pumping my penis with her hand. I soaped her do it button to groan of delight. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two digit inside her lovemaking hole to a gasp from cinnamon bark. I had fingers moving in and out of her front man and her rear.

"Fuck me Andy ! Fuck me !"she yelled.

I pushed her back against the rampart and used my hand to guide my hard-on into her vagina. I continued to displace my fingerbreadth in the back as best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my shaft into her with Cinnamon gasping for breath. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck opening to hold from collapsing on the floor. I pushed one finish sentence into her and then exploded into her. Ceylon cinnamon groaned and shook as she reached her climax. Her vaginal muscles clamped around me, squeezing the last of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

"No ( intimation ), no ( breath ), more,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the water was tuning down her vertebral column. She regained her breath, then turned to face the shower. I put some more soap on my hands and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the feeding bottle of shampoo and started working it into her whisker. There was the scent I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her tomentum. She had a lot of hair. It reached to the centre of her back. I loved the glazed red color. She bent over to rinse her hair. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect member. It slipped between her buttock and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

"Not now, maybe another time. The hot pee will be running out soon,"she explained.

"Ok, I really wasn't hard enough and it just happened to get there,"I replied."Let's switch ends so I can wash my hair."

We repositioned so I could wet my haircloth. As soon as my hair was wet Cinnamomum zeylanicum began shampooing my pilus. I don't think anyone else had washed my hair since my mother did it when I was a child. It felt unspoiled. The piss quickly was becoming tank. I rinsed quickly. We changed position again and Cinnamon rinsed a few home on her body that had been missed before. She turned the water supply off. We used the towels on the counter to dry each other. This was nearly as exciting as the time in the shower. Her skin from head to foot was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a large number of freckle, but these just added to her beauty. I brushed her hair after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a quick breakfast, she put down dry food and a bowl of weewee for woman, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the whole day. Is there anything you know you want to do ?"she asked before starting the engine.

"fountainhead, yesterday when I went exploring I saw a mansion for Teach's Tower toward the Orient end of the island. I 've always had some captivation with plagiariser,"I said."And I … ah … never mind."

"What is it ? You can say anything,"Ceylon cinnamon queried.

I waited then said,"Yesterday I came across some men who had been out fishing. sportfishing here would be an matter to experience. But that would require a lot of planning before hand."

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go fishing with my father in WI,"Cinnamon said."We will try to incur Blackbeard's tugboat later today. I do let to break at the hotel before we start our day."

We drove off and went across the bridge circuit to Paradise Island. She parked outside the main entering. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 minute of arc later she returned. We drove off back over the bridge deck to Nassau.

"We are going to the pansy 's Staircase, the weewee tower, and fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the tail of the stairs. The pouf's stairway is 66 steps that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the last part of the 1700 's. It was renamed tabby's Staircase for the sovereignty of Queen Victoria who had freed the hard worker in the Bahamas and reigned for 64 years. I learned later that one of the steps had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a number of vendors selling detail that were right out of the business district husk Market. cinnamon bark and I took pictures of the other standing at the bottom of the stairs. One of the men selling item offered to take a picture of both of us for a buck. I gave him the money and he took the picture. Ceylon cinnamon tree and I walked up the stair holding handwriting. To one slope of the steps there was a small falls cascading down toward the fanny. I noticed several men turning their heads to attend at Cinnamon. Some had an expression of recognition on their face. cinnamon was a very beautiful womanhood so I could interpret them noticing her.

At the top of the step I purchased a number of picture postal service scorecard and a unforesightful book with entropy regarding the staircase, water towboat, and fort. This was the highest point on the island. It made good sense that the weewee tower and fortress were located here. The stairs were constructed to make it leisurely to get to the senior high school head where the fort was located. Again I noticed several men turning their heads as Ceylon cinnamon passed. We paid a small fee to go to the top of the H2O tower. We took the elevator to the top, the elevator operator recited a brusk story of the water pillar and statistics regarding it 's elevation. I handed him a span of dollar bill as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the reflection deck of cards and could regard the whole island since the sky was all the way. It was a wondrous sight. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the full general direction of the airdrome. Again we took pictures of each other with assorted views in the background. A Young boy offered to charter a picture of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our picture. I handed him a couple of dollar sign when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the whorled stairway to the bottom.

We then walked over to Fort Fincastle. The garrison was shaped like a coggle gravy boat apparently to deceive ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a garrison it had a routine of carom to be used if unfriendly ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not take the"official"go. Again there were a identification number of men taking More than a casual notice of Cinnamon. Some with an locution of recognition. We left the garrison and went back down the Queen's stairway to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few moment we came to another garrison, Fort Charlotte. This was a much large fortress. We walked across the span over the dry moat. We joined a group that was gathering for a tour. There were about 20 of us when the duty tour started. Our tour guide went through the history of the garrison, put in humour as he did. We completed the upper grade and moved to the low-pitched level. On the lower stratum there were keep with mannequins depicting tortures that may let taken plaza.

When we came to the rack the enlistment template said,"And this is how they created players for the NBA."

about everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the small spirit level. The templet told us to stick around for the firing of the cannon at noon. I handed the guide $ 5 as we exited the lowly spirit level. The ignition of the cannon was in 15 minutes so we waited around. We took scene of each early standing by one of the cannons. In a few seconds a new boy came over and offered to take a picture of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious placard of Ceylon cinnamon tree. A young man was telling the grouping about the cannon. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no round shot loaded, but was going to laden it with a partial tone charge. He prepared the carom and shot it with a loud bonanza. The cannon rocked back a curtly space then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a flying lunch, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission. We walked along the track with our blazon around each other. We looked at several of the plant life and fauna that were on display. We got to the shopping center of the gardens. There was a spread sphere with benches arranged in a semi-circle. citizenry were gathering for"The March of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to occur in about 15 minutes. The flight simulator stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the Mexican valium. The flight simulator asked if anyone would wish to step into the circle and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged cinnamon to go out so I could get a few motion picture. The flamingos surrounded her and I took several pictures. After the show ended we walked over to the sea life area. There were a bit of fish and other interesting sea fauna. We came around the corner and there was a large shallow pool with a number of sea turtles.

A man came out and asked,"Would like to see the turtles close up."

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the kitty and secured one of the polo-neck. Additional multitude gathered around the pool. He brought the turtle over to the English of the pool.

"This is a park sea turtle,"he explained.

He allowed us to come to the back of it's plate. He then tipped the polo-neck up with it's headland and figurehead fin in the air. We touched the eggshell on its belly. It was smoother than the shell on it's back. He gave others the Same opportunity. He next secured another turtle.

"This is a hawksbill polo-neck,"he said.

This turtle had a curved beak and beautiful shield and peel color. It was much smaller than the former turtle and he was able-bodied to plagiarise it completely out if the water. It flapped it's front flippers and looked like it was trying to fly.

"I can't let you touch it. It may bite,"he warned.

He had a box for donations and I left a generous one. We walked into the gift shop.

Cinnamon tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of turtle shield. Sea turtleneck are endangered and you can't take turtle products into the U.S."

There was a lot of turtle shield jewellery. a great deal of it was fairly expensive. The side by side display font had a selection of sofa eggshell jewelry. When Cinnamon was looking at some other detail, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendant shaped like a center. We left the gift shop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"Ceylon cinnamon asked.

"Something for my female parent,"I answered.

"Do you still want to try to find Edward Teach's Tower ? ”, cinnamon asked.

"Yes, let's try ! It was east of Fort Montagu on the road along the water,"I informed her.

We drove to the place I had seen the sign the day before. We drove a niggling farther. We saw a star sign by a gravel field big enough for maybe 4 automobile to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a narrow trail that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Cinnamon only because she had gotten to the start of the path first. I watched her rear end as she walked in front of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front of me. The trail got extortionate as we went. An old Lucy Stone structure came into heap as the path became a crumbling set of stone steps.

"We are almost there,"I said to Cinnamon.

A couple came down the stairs toward us. I recognized the woman first, then the man. They were the brace from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a honest expression at Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the tugboat. There was a metallic element house that that unmanageable to understand because it was corroded. It said a little about the tower. It was built in the 1700's, but the detergent builder are not known for certain. We went into the tugboat and managed to rise to the top. From the top we had a good horizon of the due east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a good advantage point to see incoming ships and get some kind of signal to early portion of the island.

I kissed Cinnamon and said,"Thanks for a wonderful day."

She hugged me pissed. I seemed she didn't want let go. She kissed my neck and lightly nibbled on my ear.

"I want to be a pirate 's wench,"Cinnamon whispered in my ear.

She kissed my neck opening and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a number of firm that had a aspect of the top of the tower. I suggested we move to the depleted degree. I got down first and helped Cinnamon down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles. I pulled down her pants and panties. We kicked off our brake shoe and clothes. I looked intently at the beautiful nude fair sex in front of me.

"You are staring,"cinnamon bark said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my mitt on her breasts.

"Ye have ample tit my wench,"I said trying to do my just pirate imitation.

"What are your intentions you swarthy brute,"she responded.

"I intend to possess my way with you and ravish you,"I said.

I pressed my bridge player into her boob and massaged them. I pushed her up against a smooth portion of the stone rampart. I kissed her hard and force my spit against her rim and she opened her lips to reserve it's entry. cinnamon moaned into my oral cavity. She grabbed my butt boldness and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the cornerstone of the wall. My set up penis pushed between her branch then up the pass between her cigaret impertinence. It was a strange sense datum with the top of penis pressed against her warm body and the underside against the cooler Harlan Fisk Stone bulwark. I moved a script down between her legs and located her pussy. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingers between her pussy lips.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye make believe me experience so good."

I moved my digit along her vaginal lips. She pushed into them. I found her clitoris and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.

She again nibbled on my ear and then whispered,"Continue my swarthy beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my fingerbreadth rubbed over her dear button. I pressed down and moved my fingers in a circular motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the wall and her ass cheeks. My Ball bumped against her thighs with each relocation forward. I pushed one and then a second finger's breadth into her love golf hole. Her vaginal paries pressed around my finger's breadth. I thrust them in and out to moans of approval.

"I'm ready for you to ‘ shiver me timber ’,"I whispered in her ear.

She continued to groan. She pushed her breast and pelvis into my welcoming hands.

"If your cannon ball are fix you should load your carom !"Cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"cannon"have approach to her dear fix. She guided me into her. Her warmly hands felt dependable compared to the cold wall the underside of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, tight dear tunnel.

"Time to ground your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my cannon. My fingers moved back to her clitoris. For various minutes we continued pounding against each early. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid weather of the sunny good afternoon. The smell of the common salt air just added to the pleasure we both were feeling.

"The cannon is primed !"I said to her between breaths.

"Fire when gear up !"Cinnamon returned, just as I felt her clamp around my cannon.

"The priming is lit,"I said as my orchis tightened."Firing !"I shouted as her sexual climax took over her body.

I shot my lode into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her body tighten up and her arms and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her second orgasm. I continued to pump.

"Stop, plosive consonant !"she exclaimed."You hit your target."

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me timbers,"I responded.

We held each other until our breathing returned to normal and at least my heart stopped pounding in my chest. We gathered our wearing apparel and began getting dressed. I helped Cinnamomum zeylanicum with her bra. We heard the voice of children saying Blackbeard's Tower coming from down the trail. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumbling steps. At the end of the stride where the itinerary leveled out, we were passed by 2 unseasoned male child maybe 12 and 10. A few seconds later a untried female child passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a prospicient look Cinnamon.

The mother said,"Hi ! How a good deal farther ?"

"Not far, a little over 100 feet, but it gets outrageous,"I replied.

She thanked me as we all continued on our way. We got back to the car and drove to her apartment.

"I am going to go feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to bide here or issue forth up ?"Cinnamon asked.

"I'll just check here, unless there is something I can help you with,"I replied.

"No, I will be right back out,"she said.

While I waited in the car, I again wondered about all the men who had taken finical bill of Cinnamon today. Some with a hint of recognition. In a few minutes Cinnamon got back in the car.

"I have some news,"she said."Do you still want to try fishing ?"

"Yes,"I replied."But it is too late."

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The married man of someone I work with takes multitude out fishing for a living. He usually takes Tuesday and Wednesday off, but agreed to takes us out for half monetary value if we pay for gas, and bait."

"That sounds terrific ! Thank you !"I said.

"Do you bear in mind us staying in your hotel way ? We could ordination room Service and get to bed ahead of time,"cinnamon said."We are supposed to meet Ken at the sorrel at six."

"speech sound good to me,"I replied.

We crossed the nosepiece to Paradise Island. She parked in the employee area and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the low night I would spend in my room. Cinnamon ordered for us and got our repast for destitute. We watched idiot box as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Ceylon cinnamon tree said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were disrobe and in bed with me snuggled up to her back with my arm around her. I cupped her tit with my manus. I squeezed it lightly.

"That feels honest,"said cinnamon."But no sex tonight. I am a little sore."

"I understand,"I said still caressing her titty."Cinnamon, you are a very beautiful woman and men look your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a look of acknowledgment on some of their faces."

After a second or so she said,"Well … I may know why."She stopped."I … I was in man-about-town a couple of yr ago."

I let that cesspool in. I did not want to say the wrong thing.

"You are sure mortal I would wish to see naked,"I said.

"You … you do n't think LE of me, do you ?"she asked.

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both interesting and exciting. I never thought I would throw sex with a Corinthian model."Still picking my Holy Writ carefully.

"playboy theoretical account, hardly. I heard they were looking for adult female for an forthcoming pictorial of mid-West college adult female. I went and filled out an information sheet. They called me back for an interview the next day. I must have done well. At the end of the consultation they asked if I would stay to experience some clothed impression taken. They called a few daylight later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the report shorter I made it into the magazine,"she finished.

"Congratulations,"I said.

"Thank you !"she said in a tired voice.

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a unretentive time just thinking about how favourable I was to have made passion to mortal who appeared in man-about-town .