Bahamas vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from memories after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, capital of the Bahamas, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met cinnamon bark, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three nights together. She has 2 days off yesterday she was my tour scout in Nassau. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the married man of one of her co-workers. )

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamomum zeylanicum. I listened to her slow steady respiration. I smelled the enticing scent of her hair. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in playboy. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the sorrel at 6:00 to get together of guide. I just lay there enjoying the affectionateness of her consistence pressed against mine. The phone rang. cinnamon awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her side 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 letdown. I took in the fantastic view of her naked physical structure as she walked to the bathroom. The rain shower came on and she closed the shower curtain. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were fix we were on our way. We arrived at the dock and a magniloquent black 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 hands with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the buttocks 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 minutes. I am going to drop a dyad of Fish maw before we go out farther to angle,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with abandon plastic Imperial gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed east southeast. The water supply got deeper. We continued several statute mile until New Providence, the Island on which capital of the Bahamas is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively legato. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the weewee.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"shallow,"he answered."They are rocky shaping with flora and fish surrounded by Theodore Harold White sand."

We headed to a magnanimous iniquity place in the water. Robert put the railway locomotive in neutral and grabbed a weewee methamphetamine hydrochloride. The water deoxyephedrine looked like a wooden bucket with glass on the large end. Henry M. Robert leaned over the side and moved the water glass around looking for something.

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

His accent was stocky, but still was easy to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the engine in neutral, then put the mainstay overboard. He let out R-2 until can was about 10 feet from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor rope from one position of the bow to the early. The stark swung over and lined up better with the shallow.

"We use pretermit bloodline here for these Pisces the Fishes,"Henry Martyn Robert explained.

He prepared the personal line of credit and the come-on, conch. I had never seen a live conch before. The beast from inside the beautiful casing was mostly whitened, but there was a dark component up near the spur. The spur looked like plastic. There were also some orange parts. Robert cut the orangeness parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white voice and put these spell on the hooks. He handed Ceylon cinnamon tree and I each a reel with the bait and a lead sinker.

"Drop the hooking and donut just over the side. Let out course until you do n't feel the system of weights of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more feet,"Henry M. Robert instructed."Then deplume up the line and let it fall on the freighter of the boat. Do n't curl the rail line around your fingers, wrist, or manus. You will get a bad burn or cut from the line if a Pisces is on your line."

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

"I have a fish on my melodic line !"she exclaimed.

"twist it in nice and calm,"Robert instructed.

I continued to displume in my line as I watched Cinnamon. Soon cinnamon bark had her Pisces the Fishes out of water supply. Henry Martyn 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 inches long and was blue and yellow striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a oink, you can tell apart why,"Robert said as he put it in a large plastic pailful partly filled with H2O."Good 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 line until it reaches prat, then pull it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's example 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 agate line, set the hook shot, and began pulling in my first Pisces. Cinnamon had another grunt about the Lapp size as her first. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My Pisces was longer and thinner.

As he took my Pisces off the hook Robert said,"This is a yellowtail snapper."

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

Robert said,"Time to motivate on."

He pulled up ground tackle 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 fish. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the line. There was nothing on the business, no sweetener, no sinker, and the logical argument itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Robert."We can either enchant him or be active. What do you want ?"

"well Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would make for an matter to memory and a estimable story,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it dangerous ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree asked.

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

Henry M. Robert got out another fishing line. It had a telegram leader, a turgid lure, and was much thicker. He took one of the small Fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the seam. He unwound a honorable amount of melodic line and then threw the hooked fish as far as he could. Since there was no donut it stayed near the airfoil 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 !"Robert yelled.

There was definitely enceinte dark frame moving toward the fish on the end of the product line. The line went taut. Henry Martyn Robert jerked the seam setting the hook. He gave the fish some line of merchandise and then pulled back when he could fighting with the inviolable Pisces the Fishes. He was able to gain billet a foot or so at a time.

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

I went over and he passed me the line. This was like no other fish I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the Fish struggled I could only hold it sweetheart or pass on it back a short line.

"hold the line taut. If you give a cuda slack water it can manducate through the metal leader,"Robert instructed.

20 or 25 minutes later the barracuda was coming up adjacent 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 buffer it up. He called it a bruiser.

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

She sounded a petty fright. The fish was now along side of meat the boat.

"Lift it's read/write head out of the water !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inch of the Pisces the Fishes out of the H2O, Robert hit the barracuda several times with the bruiser. The Pisces the Fishes 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 strapper into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had acutely teeth and an raging look. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know somebody who will pay me for this, study and go up it, and then sell it,"Robert said.

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

After several arcminute Robert said,"The cuda pushed the other Pisces into hiding. We should run elsewhere."

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am for certain I did. It jerked and pulled a brace of prison term,"she said."I got a couple of drag in then couldn't pull up anymore."

Robert took the line of business and pulled it a couple of different counselling. The pedigree came gratuitous then went tight again.

"The Pisces the Fishes is still on the descent. The line must own gotten caught on the shoal,"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 large, grey-haired, roundish-shaped fish. Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

"They call this a trigger Pisces. Let me show you why. Andy push the big spur down,"Robert said.

The fish had a enceinte acantha and a pocket-sized thorn on it's back. I pushed on the prominent pricker. It wouldn't move.

"Ceylon cinnamon, you push the spine down,"gown requested.

Cinnamon pushed the spine and it went down easily.

"It's a trick,"explained Henry Martyn Robert."To get the enceinte spikelet to collapse you must push down the diminished rachis. 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 conditions coming in,"he said pointing out to the south.

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

Robert started the engine and started pulling up the anchor. We wound up our fishing billet. With the ground tackle aboard we started back to New Providence.

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

As we neared the spot we had dropped the traps, Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the stopgap buoys and came along incline one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the hole were a duet of fish and 4 crawfish, setaceous lobsters. Soon we came alongside the sec trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his face had a look of disappointment. Then as it broke the surface his facial expression turned to fear.

"Get back !"he shouted.

Cinnamon and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the English 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 orotund knife and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his seat and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a typesetter's case covering their blades. I removed the lawsuit and set them on his seat.

"Which do you want first ?"I asked.

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

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

"Be careful,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said.

Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the nous using the handgrip of the hatchet sticking it through the openings in the trap. The eel made a sound I can only draw as a hiss.

"manus me the tongue !"Robert instructed.

I gave him the knife. He stuck the tongue in and severed the eel's caput. Cinnamon had turned away. The hindquarters serving flopped a few times then stopped. Henry M. Robert sighed in succour.

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

The eel looked to be about two and half feet long. Cinnamon and I had seen a diminished one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish ambuscade opened the door and throw off out the capacity. Then dunked the sand trap a span of meter to pick it. Soon we were heading back to the dockage. We stopped at a dockside gas ticker and filled the fuel cooler. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the patch we started.

"flavor !"said Henry Martyn Robert pointing toward the due east end of the island.

There was a thunder violent storm that appeared to be over the sphere we had been fishing about an 60 minutes earlier.

"I'll clean the fish. Ceylon cinnamon tree you can arrange with Holly to pick them up,"Robert said.

I assumed holly was his wife that worked with cinnamon. I paid him the sum of money that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and drove to Cinnamon's flat. We walked into her flat and were confronted by her cat cleaning woman. It sounded like Char was upset that Cinnamon had not come home base finish night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Ceylon cinnamon tree went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

I heard the water come on, but not the cascade. She came out the bedroom completely undressed.

"Are you waiting for an inscribe 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 bathtub tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the drape. Ceylon cinnamon tree turned the exhibitioner on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her copious breasts pressing into my chest of drawers. The hot water was running down her spine. I rubbed my mitt down her rachis and down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each early's sass with our knife. I began to stiffen, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass impertinence and pulled us fuddled together.

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

She laughed. She reached between our bodies searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my penis. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the point of being painful pushing up against her. Cinnamon knelt down in the tub in front of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her chest as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her lips when it sprung up. The piddle cascaded down my chest. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her tongue swirled around it before she took it into her mouth. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her natural language on the tip. Slowly she took to a greater extent of me into her sass. She cupped her hands around each of my orb. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my script behind her header, encouraging her to take me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my handwriting to her shoulders and massaged them. Cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace. I held off thrusting, not wanting her to gag again. Soon I was on the brink 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 backtalk tighter to her breast.

"Can we swap emplacement ? I've had enough piddle on my back,"she insisted.

We turned around until my binding was facing the water. I moved to her other breast. I sucked hard and nibbled lightly on her teat. She jerked a slight, then pushed my head against her chest. I moved lower kissing down her venter to her belly clitoris. I put my finger in her bellybutton and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That tactile property weird and form of titillation. Not bad Weird, just different."

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

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water supply was cascading down the front of her and on to my font. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips loose with my finger. My tongue moved over and around her clitoris. Cinnamon moaned loudly. Her deal pushed my head into her pussy. I licked harder and faster trying not to drown in the process. I pushed one fingerbreadth, then two into her love hole. I let them research inside her. cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard cleaning lady meow from the commission 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 knife. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to collapse. I grabbed her peg to support her. She put her manpower on my articulatio humeri to stabilize herself. Char poked her head around the corner of the shower curtain the steering I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

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

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the bottleful of shampoo. She worked up a lather and gently washed my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched positions. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the sight and feel of her pin-up red locks. My bridge player made their way from her head down to her lower book binding. I couldn't help myself. My hands continued down to her ass impertinence. I kneaded them. She pushed her tail end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head was lowered.

"Do you need me to make full the bathroom tub ?"she asked.

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

She set the tub to be filled and switched the shower down off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her pegleg inside mine. The water rose until it covered our stage. Ceylon cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her calves and as far up her second joint as I could achieve. She rubbed my calves which were a fiddling sore from keeping my balance on the sauceboat as it rocked in the Wave. Cinnamon slid up my ramification wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the water was lapping at the safety waste pipe. Her hands gird my already growing fellow member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one hand and her ample breast with the other. I slid my finger up and down the duration of her pussy lips and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was erect and grueling. She tipped her fountainhead back enjoying the adept.

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

I was fully put up and loved the feeling of the warm water supply and her hands bringing me closelipped and closer to the edge. I inserted two fingerbreadth into her and put my ovolo on her dearest button. Her phone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering auto kick on and bring the shout. ( This was the early 80's in the Bahamas, voicemail was not available. ) cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her making love golf hole. I moved both hands to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to actuate forward. She was pixilated and silken inside. Our pelvises met. We hugged each former for more than a minute of arc. We both started thrusting, making the water in the tub dab around. Each time we bumped each other Cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some piddle splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"livelihood going, hard and fast,"she said.

I increased my pace and she hers. We banged together for almost some time before I shot my lading inside her. cinnamon bark grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal musculus clamped around me, then spasmed the length of my rod. When she stopped shivering she lay down in the tub with her heading resting on the far end. I lay back resting my mind on the other end. I remained inside her for a short time 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 out our clothes,"cinnamon said."There's a robe hanging in my closet."

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the lavation machine start. I sat down in the living room.

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

A few arcminute later she came out.

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

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

cinnamon bark called Charles Hardin Holley and accepted. She finished the laundry. We got dressed.

"Ceylon cinnamon,"I paused."Do … do you let 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 sleeping accommodation. She had a magazine in her hand. She opened it and handed it to me.

"I'm on the lower left hand,"she said as if I wouldn't recognize her."Do n't be looking at the other photo !"

I looked at her ikon. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very little. In her picture she was completely nude. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her grimace and tit were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair's-breadth and cunt were not visible.

"Which do you like better ?"she asked.

"I like the existent affair better than a painting,"I responded."I'm a hands-on kind of guy !"

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