Bahamas Vacation ( 4 )

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

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamon. I listened to her slow steady respiration. I smelled the enticing scent of her whisker. I was thinking how awful it was that I was lying next to a charwoman who had posed nude for a moving picture in man-about-town. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed. It was 4:40 in the dayspring. We had to be at the loading dock at 6:00 to meet of pathfinder. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her consistency pressed against mine. The phone rang. cinnamon bark awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her side of the bed.

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

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the fantastic view of her au naturel dead body as she walked to the lav. The exhibitor 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 tall Black was standing there near a 17 foot Boston whaling ship.

"Andy this is Henry M. Robert,"cinnamon said when we got to the boat.

We got aboard and I shook hands with Henry Martyn Robert. Ceylon cinnamon tree and I sat down on the seats behind him and we left the bobtail. We headed toward the East end of the island. Robert stopped by an island east of nirvana Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a couple of arcminute. I am going to drop a brace of fish trap before we go out farther to angle,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

He dropped 2 yap over with empty charge card Imperial gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the scope pointed east southeastward. The water got deeper. We continued several sea mile until New capital of Rhode Island, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The body of water began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smooth. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the water supply.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"Shoals,"he answered."They are bumpy formation with flora and fish surrounded by white sand."

We headed to a expectant dark spot in the water system. Robert put the railway locomotive in neutral and grabbed a urine glass. The water field glass looked like a wooden pail with drinking glass on the great end. Robert leaned over the side and moved the weewee Methedrine around looking for something.

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

His idiom was thick, but still was easily to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 foundation. Put the railway locomotive in neutral, then put the anchor overboard. He let out rope until unrelenting was about 10 feet from being over the shoal. He moved the backbone rope from one side of the bow to the other. The stern swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use drop air here for these fish,"Henry Martyn Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the come-on, conch. I had never seen a live conch before. The fauna from inside the beautiful shell was mostly white, but there was a dark character up near the spur. The urging looked like plastic. There were also some orange tree parts. Robert cut the Orange percentage up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white part and put these pieces on the hooks. He handed Cinnamon and I each a spool with the sweetener and a tip sinker.

"Drop the hook and sinker just over the side. Let out occupation until you do n't palpate the weight of the doughnut. Then let out 15 to 20 more metrical foot,"Robert instructed."Then pull up up the channel and let it fall on the bottom of the boat. Do n't intertwine the personal credit line around your fingers, wrist, or paw. You will get a bad tan or cut from the air if a fish is on your line."

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

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

"puff it in nice and stabilize,"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

I continued to displume in my tune as I watched Ceylon cinnamon. Soon Ceylon cinnamon tree had her fish out of water system. Robert stepped over and brought it into the boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few s for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was blue and yellowish striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a grunt, you can tell why,"Robert said as he put it in a large plastic pailful partly filled with water."estimable eatin'."

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

"Give it line of business until it reaches bottom, then pull it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's exercise and throw away my business line also. Soon Cinnamomum zeylanicum screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the hooking, and began pulling in my for the first time Fish. Cinnamon had another grunt about the Saami size as her first. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My Pisces the Fishes was longer and diluent.

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

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

Robert said,"metre to impress on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another school. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big jerk on my channel as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was zilch. I pulled up the eternal rest of the pipeline. There was nothing on the billet, no hooking, no sinker, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.

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

"fountainhead Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would make for an concern memory board and a good floor,"I said.

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

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

Robert got out another fishing line. It had a wire drawing card, a larger hook, and was much thicker. He took one of the pocket-size fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a estimable amount of strain and then threw the hooked fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the aerofoil of the water. Henry Martyn Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the line of reasoning. He got it back in the gravy holder and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

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

There was definitely large dark physical body moving toward the Pisces the Fishes on the end of the line. The line went taut. Robert jerked the line setting the hook. He gave the fish some line and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong Pisces. He was able to advance origin a metrical unit or so at a meter.

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

I went over and he passed me the argumentation. This was like no early fish I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the fish struggled I could only keep back it unbendable or give it back a little line.

"support the pipeline taut. If you give a cuda slack it can manducate through the metal leader,"Robert instructed.

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

As Cinnamon watched, she said,"Be thrifty !"

She sounded a petty frighten. The Pisces was now on position the boat.

"aerodynamic lift it's straits out of the water !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inches 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 gravy holder. It was about 4 invertebrate foot long. Henry Martyn Robert stuck the handle of the bruiser into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had sharp teeth and an raging look. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know individual who will pay me for this, get hold of and wax it, and then deal 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 move elsewhere."

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

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

Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am certainly I did. It jerked and pulled a couple of multiplication,"she said."I got a couple of pulling in then couldn't pull anymore."

Robert took the line and pulled it a couple of different directions. The occupation came free then went taut again.

"The Fish is still on the argument. The line must have gotten caught on the school,"Robert said giving the descent back to Cinnamon.

I watched as Cinnamon pulled in the Fish. When she got the fish into the boat, it was a large, gray, roundish-shaped fish. Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

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

The Pisces had a large spur and a smaller spine on it's back. I pushed on the with child back. It wouldn't move.

"Cinnamon, you push the thorn down,"robe requested.

cinnamon pushed the spine and it went down easily.

"It's a caper,"explained Henry M. Robert."To get the orotund sticker to collapse you must push down the smaller spur. That's why it is called a initiation fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

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

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

Henry M. Robert started the locomotive engine and started pulling up the ground tackle. We wound up our sportfishing lines. With the anchor aboard we started back to New Providence.

"We have to retrieve my fish snare,"Robert said.

As we neared the office we had dropped the traps, Robert slowed the railway locomotive. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along slope one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the yap were a couple of fish and 4 crawfish, setaceous lobsters. Soon we came alongside the moment trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the piddle his typeface had a look of letdown. Then as it broke the surface his expression turned to fear.

"Get back !"he shouted.

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

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

I looked under his seat and found both the tongue and the tomahawk. Each had a typesetter's case covering their steel. I removed the typeface and set them on his seat.

"Which do you desire first ?"I asked.

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

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

"Be careful,"Cinnamon said.

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

"Hand me the knife !"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

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

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

The eel looked to be about two and half feet long. cinnamon bark and I had seen a minor one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish trap opened the room access and shook out the contents. Then dunked the trap a mates of times to pick it. Soon we were heading back to the docking facility. We stopped at a dockside gas ticker and filled the fuel tank. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the spot we started.

"expression !"said Henry Martyn Robert pointing toward the eastward end of the island.

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

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

I assumed Buddy 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 chisel to Ceylon cinnamon tree's apartment. We walked into her apartment and were confronted by her cat woman. It sounded like Char was upset that cinnamon bark had not come home base finally dark. It was still mid-afternoon, but Ceylon cinnamon tree went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

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

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

I went into the bedroom, undressed, and then walked into the bathroom. cinnamon bark was standing in the bath tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the mantle. Ceylon cinnamon tree turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her rich titty pressing into my chest. The hot water system was running down her back. I rubbed my men down her dorsum and down feather to her rhythm ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our lingua. I began to tighten, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled us tighter together.

cinnamon pulled her mouth away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't look to get your 'eel'deep down me."

She laughed. She reached between our trunk searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my phallus. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the stage of being sore pushing up against her. Ceylon cinnamon knelt down in the tub in front of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her boob as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her mouth when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my thorax. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her glossa swirled around it before she took it into her mouth. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her tongue on the tip. Slowly she took Sir Thomas More of me into her back talk. She cupped her hands around each of my lump. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her head, encouraging her to remove me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my manpower to her shoulders and massaged them. cinnamon bark moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her footstep. 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 pharynx. She sucked me dry, then pulled back.

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

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

"Can we switch office ? I've had sufficiency water on my back,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the water. I moved to her other knocker. I sucked operose and pick lightly on her nipple. She jerked a little, then pushed my promontory against her chest. I moved lower kissing down her stomach to her belly push. I put my finger in her navel and moved it around.

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

I stuck my spit in her belly button 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 face. I moved down to her pussycat. I spread her lips out-of-doors with my fingers. My tongue moved over and around her clitoris. Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned loudly. Her hands pushed my head into her pussy. I licked harder and faster trying not to overwhelm in the operation. I pushed one fingerbreadth, then two into her love hollow. I let them research inside her. cinnamon bark moaned loudly again. I heard Char miaou from the counseling of the door leading to the bedroom.

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

She shook and bucked against my mouth and tongue. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knee joint began to give. I grabbed her pegleg to support her. She put her hands on my shoulder to stabilize herself. charwoman poked her head around the corner of the shower curtain the counselling I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

"cleaning woman you never come in when the shower is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Ceylon 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 bottle of shampoo. She worked up a lather and gently washed my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched location. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hairsbreadth enjoying the wad and feel of her lovely red locks. My hands made their way from her head down to her gloomy back. I couldn't help myself. My hands continued down to her ass cheeks. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head was lowered.

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

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

She set the tub to be filled and switched the cascade 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 legs. Cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her calfskin and as far up her second joint as I could reach. She rubbed my calves which were a little sore from keeping my balance on the boat as it rocked in the waves. Ceylon cinnamon slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the piddle on and filled the tub further until the water was lapping at the safety drain. Her paw encircled my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one manus and her ample breast with the former. I slid my finger up and down the length of her kitty 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 set up and loved the flavor of the ardent water supply and her helping hand bringing me nearer and closer to the edge. I inserted two fingers into her and put my thumb on her honey push button. Her phone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine kick on and take the call. ( This was the too soon 80's in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas, voicemail was not available. ) Cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love hole. I moved both hands to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to incite forward. She was tight and slick inside. Our pelvis met. We hugged each other for Thomas More than a minute. We both started thrusting, making the water in the tub splatter around. Each sentence we bumped each former Cinnamomum zeylanicum let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some water splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"Keep going, grueling and fast,"she said.

I increased my pace and she hers. We banged together for almost some time before I shot my onus inside her. Cinnamon grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal muscle clamped around me, then spasmed the distance 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 head on the other end. I remained inside her for a scant time before I slid out. The water began to cool off and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

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

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the washing machine start. I sat down in the animation room.

"I'm going to heed 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 asked.

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

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

"Cinnamon,"I paused."Do … do you have a transcript 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 in her helping hand. She opened it and handed it to me.

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

I looked at her image. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very fiddling. In her picture she was completely nude person. 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 whisker and twat were not visible.

"Which do you like better ?"she asked.

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

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