Bahamas Vacation

My fiancee, Debby, and I had dated since we were 15. It is now over 9 years later. I was on an aeroplane, heading for Nassau in the Bahamas for what to have been our honeymoon.

My judgement drifted back to I recent events.

Debby and I became engaged over a year ago, after we had both finished our bachelor degrees. I was working toward being a veterinary. She was a strong-arm education teacher, at to the lowest degree until a month ago.

A calendar month ago I received a call from Debby's female parent at 3:00 A.M. on a Sun morning. Debby had not returned from visiting her cousin-german Cindy at college. Cindy was working toward becoming a dentist. Debby was expected to be home around midnight. This was the 1980's so there were no cell phones. Debby's female parent was worried. We both knew Debby would give called if she knew she was going to be late, at least if she was able.

I told her female parent that I would be over in a few hour. I got dressed and made the short trip to her house. We spoke and determined that she should stay at the sign in eccentric Debby called or came home. I was going to go to the constabulary post to ask if they had any information. I didn't want to call off the police, tying up the earpiece, in case Debby called.

I left and arrived at the law station 10 minutes later. I explained the situation to the policeman I was directed to. He looked through the info he had available. There were no reports for the make, model, or permission plate of the car Debby was driving. I gave them my information and the data for Debby's mother. He said they would phone if anything came in.

I went back to Debby's mother's business firm. Debby still was not there and had not called. I stayed trying to assure her female parent that everything was going to be all right. About 20 min later the earpiece rang. Debby's mother suffice. I quickly knew it was not Debby, but it was the law. Her mother's mouth quivered, she began crying, then she dropped the phone. I picked it up. I told the officeholder who I was. He repeated what he had said. The car Debby was driving had been found. She had hit a boastfully deer, then apparently lost restraint and crashed. Debby did not hold out.

Later that first light we went to identify the eubstance. I gave Debby one last candy kiss. Her rim were cold and stiff. The funeral was later that week. Many members of Debby's family were there. Cindy, Debby's younger cousin, ran over to me and gave me a huge hug. She sobbed on my shoulder.

"I 'm so sad Andy,"Cindy said."I ca n't believe this happened."

Cindy and I had number one met at Debby's 15th birthday party. We had seen each other off and on since at various kinsfolk case. It was severely to see her. She was 9 calendar month younger than Debby, but could have been Debby's twin or at to the lowest degree a younger babe. I even felt like I had Debby in my sleeve as we cried together. I finally had to let her go as other people wanted to declare oneself their fellow feeling. Sandy and Peggy, friends Debby and I had throughout grade school, were also there. We spoke for a unforesightful sentence before the funeral ceremony. They both offered their sympathy. It was good to see them again. I had nit seen them since high school. The funeral ceremony at the church was short.

We proceeded to the graveside. Debby's mother and I rode together. I held Debby's mother as we walked to the chairs by the graveside. She sobbed heavily as throughout the graveside ceremony and as the coffin was lowered.

backrest to the present.

I was in an airplane headed to Nassau. It was the day after the day Debby and I were to have been married. This was to have been our honeymoon. The tickets were non-refundable so I decided to go by myself. I thought it would be good to get away for two calendar week.

We landed just before 2:00 PM. I took a Jitney bus from the airport to my hotel. As we crossed the bridge going over to heaven Island I got a fantastic view of communication channel between the two islands. I could definitely see why pirates had used this as a base for operations.

Arriving at the hotel I followed several of my fellow passengers off the motorbus Bus and into the hotel. I waited in line of reasoning to be checked in. I kept noticing the attractive red-head checking people in. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She was about 5'9 ”. She had illumine pelt with plenty of freckles on her face and arms. She had mahogany-red eyes and an entrancing grin. Her vox was almost melodic. Her loose equip uniform gave little indication as to what was underneath. I got up to the desk and gave her my gens. Her name tag said Cinnamon.

"I see you have a elbow room for two for 6 nighttime,"Cinnamon said.

I must have gotten a pained or sad look on my face.

"Sorry did I say something wrong ?"she asked sympathetically.

"N .. No. B.but there w.will be j.just one,"I choked out.

"Oh ! OK. You are in elbow room 322,"she had as she handed me the key."Let me have sex if you need anything."

"Thank you,"I said smiling at her, then I picked up my luggage and headed to the elevator.

I unlocked my hotel way doorway and stepped into my room. The commencement affair I noticed was a vase of long-stemmed, red blush wine and a bottle of campaign chilling. I had ordered these for a surprise when Debby and I arrived. Again I choked up thinking of Debby.

I couldn't check in the elbow room right now. I quickly changed into my bathing suit and grabbed a towel before heading downstairs. I saw that Cinnamon was still at the front desk.

"Where is the hot tub ?"I asked.

"rightfield through that door,"she answered, pointing to the door at the rear of the hotel.

"Thank you, Cinnamon !"I said.

Straight ahead was a gorgeous white sand beach that stretched out in both direction. To the leftfield was a thatched roof on long-legs. Underneath was the large, in-ground hot tub. At one end there was a couple sitting very close to one another. The man looked to be in his mid to late forties. The womanhood was probably around 30. It was operose to be sure because of the large amount of make-up she was wearing. I set my towel on a professorship and slipped into the other end of the hot tub. I closed my eyes enjoying the warmth of the water moving around my body. I could hear whisper, giggling, and snickers coming from the other end about 12 feet away. Then I heard some low moaning from both I them. There was obviously some matter to activity occurring at the early end of the hot tub. I opened my eyes. The man glanced at me and then whispered something to his female fellow traveler. She looked at me with irritation. The man got out of the hot tub and grabbed their towels. He helped her out. They draped their towels around them and walked into the hotel.

I closed my eyes again. I relaxed again in the warm water. After various transactions I thought I heard soul approaching.

"May I join you ?"asked someone with an almost familiar spirit female voice.

I opened my eyes standing above me was Cinnamon, the hotel salesclerk. She was wearing a robe and had a towel in her paw.

"Sure, please come in,"I responded smiling back at her.

She laid the towel on a nearby death chair, then removed the gown and placed it on top of her towel. I was not thwarted with what was under the robe. Cinnamon had long, slender, well-toned peg. She had a Greco-Roman hourglass anatomy. Her rear end was pleasantly round and well proportioned. Her silky red hair reached down to the middle of her back. When she turned back around I was again not let down. She was well-toned, an acrobatic build, but not overly muscled. Her face was wonderfully framed by her strawberry hair. Her red-brown eyes were bright and fizz. Her grin, lips and dentition were perfect. Her breasts were good sized and filled out the top of her Bikini well. She stepped down into the hot tub. She sat down a few metrical foot from me. She sunk down until the meridian of her titty were just above the water. She laid her pass back and closed her eyes.

After several min she said,"You 're staring."

"Sorry,"I said.

"Do n't be lamentable. It's a compliment,"she said. A duo of proceedings passed."You don't have to respond if you don't want to. Who was supposed to be here with you ?"

My judgment was instantly jerked back to those very sad memories. The sorrow and sadness of the last calendar month came flooding in. I became totally downcast.

"T.this w.was to have b.been my h.honeymoon,"I stammered. She frowned, but looked very good-hearted."Debby, m.my bride-to-be w.was k.killed in a c.car accident about a m.month ago."

I began sobbing. She moved next to me. She put her arm around me. I lay my head on her shoulder joint. I am not sure as shooting why, but I felt comfortable talking to her.

I continued through the sobs,"The p.plane t.tickets were n.not refundable. So I de.decided to use m.my ti.ticket to g.get away from things."

"I'm so sorry !"Cinnamon apologized.

It was comforting and relaxing to be sitting there next to her. I didn't move for several minutes. Her free manus stroked my hair's-breadth. My pass slid scurvy and I could see her substance beating. I eventually stopped crying.

"Do you have any plans for dinner party ?"she asked.

"No,"I answered.

"I know a station with pretty good Bahamian food that is casual and relaxing, without a lot of people,"she said."Are you interested ?"

"strait good !"I answered not really wanting to make a motion, but I was getting hungry."Do you do this with all your sad hotel client ?"

"No just the I that take the prison term and involvement to know my epithet. Not just look at me as a component of the hotel furniture. Beside you looked like you needed a Friend. I'll go modification. You go to your room and change. I will fulfill you in my car at the front man door in a few minutes,"Ceylon cinnamon tree directed.

I got out of the hot tub grabbed my towel, then helped her out and put her towel around her. I went up to my room and changed quickly. When I walked out the presence threshold, cinnamon was waiting. I got into the car. We drove over the span back into capital of the Bahamas. 10 minutes later she drove into the driveway of a small 4-unit flat building.

"Where are we ?"I asked.

"A blank space with pretty commodity Bahamian food for thought, casual, and not a lot if masses,"she said."My flat. Come on in. I prepared something last night. I just need to warm up it up."I hesitated."ejaculate on. You do n't involve to be in a crowd and you don't need to be alone in your hotel room. If you want to mouth I'm a good auditor. If you don't want to talk you'll still get a undecomposed meal."

She made a lot of sense. I followed her up to the eastward face up apartment on the second base floor. She unlocked the door walked in, I followed shutting the door behind me. She looked around and shrugged. She set her thing on the table in the dining sphere at the far end on the main room. She pointed at a death chair at one slope of the table.

"Sit here, so we can talk without shouting while I heat things up,"she ordered.

She walked into the kitchen. I sat down. I heard the refrigerator surface and then Pan being set on the cooking stove. I heard the water running filling a container. When the water supply stopped I saw the read/write head of a dark cat dawdler around the corner of the doorway that led to the bedroom. We looked at each former for a suddenly meter before I turned away. From my experience with my own cat I knew most cats did not like being stared at. I watched the cat out of the corner of my eye. It crept out into entire position.

"How are you doing ?"asked Cinnamon from the kitchen.

"Fine,"I answered but not too loudly."You have a very nice apartment."

"Thank you ! I like it,"she replied.

The cat had been stealthily moving toward me, but stopped when I spoke.

"Would you like some limeade ?"Cinnamon asked.

"Yes that would be wonderful,"I replied.

The cat continued to move toward me and was now smelling my wind sock. I have a cat at home, so her cat may have picked up my cat 's olfactory property. If I left the sock drawer heart-to-heart I would usually regain my cat sleeping on my wind sock. Her cat was now rubbing against my legs, either a sign of banker's acceptance or marking territory. I tapped my fingers on my lap and the cat jumped up. I stated scratching it under the mentum and the side of the side. It began purring.

Cinnamon came around the turning point stopped and said,"Wow Char does not usually get come on strangers. You must be a good guy."

"I love cat-o'-nine-tails. I have one of my own named Shadow,"I said.

She set the glass of limeade on the table and went back to the kitchen. charwoman watched her, but did not move.

"Would you like wine with dinner ? I have a good Pinot Noir,"she asked from the kitchen.

"Sounds big !"I responded.

"The bottle is over on the shelf on the wall. There is a corkscrew in the drawer below it,"she said.

I put Char on one of the chairs at the mesa. Found the correct bottle. I grabbed 2 shabu and the corkscrew and placed them all in front of Char. Cinnamon came in with photographic plate, napkin and silverware and put them at the other end of the table.

"Everything should be set in about 10 minutes,"she said going back into the kitchen.

I put the plates, silverware, and napkins in front of 2 chairs across from each other near the end where Char was sitting. charr was silently watching the activity. Cinnamomum zeylanicum brought in a loaf of bread of unsliced gelt with a bread knife. She smiled when she saw I had set the board. I popped the cork and poured 2 meth of wine. succeeding she came out with a large bowl of white rice. This was followed by a larger pot which was steaming. Whatever it was it smelled great. Char must ingest agreed her olfactory organ was up in the air taking in the aroma.

"This is stewed fish. It has cultivated carrot, spud, sweet potatoes, and of course of study fish,"cinnamon bark explained.

She sat and took a couple of heaping spoonful of the Timothy Miles Bindon Rice and then topped in with the stew. I did the same. She took a little piece of carrot and mashed it on a little plateful, she did the same with white potato vine, and fish. Char patiently watched with definite pursuit. She moved the plate to the floor and Char joined it.

"I give her a lilliputian taste,"said Cinnamon."She never comes up on the board, so I like to reward her."

The meal was tremendous, yummy, and well season. We drank wine as we ate. I took a second helping and contemplated a third. We spoke during the meal. I told her about me and my family.

"I am 24. I live in Minnesota. I Have 2 new sisters and a jr. brother. I have finished my under-graduate degree and have been accepted into a veterinarian college curriculum. I will be starting my 3rd year in the gloam. I am currently working in a veterinarian's clinic as an assistant as many hours as I can. I have a pocket-size apartment near campus. I live there with my cat, Shadow."I told her. I refilled our wine glasses.

cinnamon bark told me about herself. She said,"I am 25. I grew up in Wisconsin near Madison."

This explained her speech pattern. She had a Midwestern accent mark modified with an English-Caribbean accent.

Cinnamon continued,"I have one sister, a twin. I graduated college with a bachelor's stage in business Management. In my older year there was a posted opportunity for a job with advancement to hotel management in the Bahamas. I and lashings of my schoolfellow applied. Three of us were selected to be interviewed. The the like to have Americans at the hotel because of the number of American tourer. They picked me. I Have been here a piddling over a 2 old age. I like the work, but it has been kind of lonely. I 've tried geological dating, but most of the bozo are only interested in one thing."

She stopped and sighed, then she began clearing the table. I got up to help. She objected.

"If I help we can get back to our conversation sooner,"I explained.

She nodded her agreement. She put away the remnant. We washed the dishes, setting them out to dry.

We sat back at the table. Cinnamomum zeylanicum sat in the chairwoman Char had previously been in. I again refilled our wine shabu. cinnamon put her script on mine. Her hired hand was diffuse and warm.

"Tell me more about Debby,"she said.

I decided to distinguish her the unit story."Debby and I knew each other since the first level. In second mark her parents decided to get divorced. I was there and comforted her during the early mean solar day. She ended up moving to Windy City with her Padre. She was there for a picayune over 6 years. Her father had a centre attack and died. Debby then moved back to live with her mother just before our freshman year in high school school. We dated throughout high schooltime and college. We had our low sexual experience with each other,"I said then paused.

I didn't believe I had just said this to a stranger. Cinnamon squeezed my hand.

"Please bear on,"she encouraged.

"About a twelvemonth after we both completed our bachelor degrees, I asked Debby to marry me. We set the engagement about a year out. We had completed most of our plans and preparedness,"I said and paused.

Again Ceylon cinnamon tree squeezed my helping hand. She looked at me sympathetically. She nodded to me to continue.

I continued,"About a month before our wedding date Debby died in a car accident. After the funeral I withdrew into myself. I went back to oeuvre but there was no joy, no stake, and I kept losing my concentration. After a couplet of daytime the head vet suggested I get away. That's when I decided to take the head trip I already had planned."

"I am good-for-naught. I wish there was some I could say or do,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said.

We sat in secrecy for several minutes.

"Would you like to act some games ?"asked Cinnamon.

"Sure,"I responded.

She went into her bedroom. I thought I heard her talking. After a few minutes she emerged with a crib display board and a deck of cards of cards.

"Cribbage or Gin ?"she asked.

"Let 's offset with gin,"I suggested.

We played gin for quite some fourth dimension. We talked and laughed as the night progressed. She definitely beat me at gin. We switched over to Cribbage. I won the first secret plan. Cinnamon won the indorse game. It came down to the 3rd game. I got favorable and ended up skunking her.

"I've met my mates,"she said looking at the clock."Oh my ! It's gotten late. I have to be at employment tomorrow. It will get pretty late if I take you back to the hotel and then come back."

I knew it was only about 20 minutes to go to the hotel and back. I suspected something was up.

"Would you like to spend the night ?"she questioned.

I looked over at the furniture in the living room. The sofa was more of a lovemaking seat, not big enough to sleep comfortably on. She noticed me looking around.

"The simply office I have to sleep is on the bed. It's a pouf so there is plenty of room,"she said."We are both adults, it will be fine."

I hesitated then agreed. She picked up the plot, went to the kitchen and put water and food for thought down for the cat. She locked the doors and turned out the lights, leaving only the bedroom light on. She walked to the sleeping room, I followed. She grabbed her hairbrush, then sat on the edge of her bed and started brushing her hair. I watched for a few instant then went over and sat next to her. I put my hired man around her helping hand with the brush.

"May I ?"I asked.

She handed the clash to me. I began brushing her haircloth. I had brushed Debby's hair several times. Long gentle apoplexy through her shimmering hair. When she was satisfied she stood up and went into the lavatory. She returned after a dead time. My jaw dropped. She was completely naked. I starred surprised and with appreciation. I felt some inspiration between my legs.

"You're staring again,"she giggled.

"Sorry,"I said.

"Don't be dingy, it's a compliment. I sleep in the nude,"she explained.

I gulped and choked out,"I u.usually do t.too."

"No pauperism to change that on my accounting,"she said with a vast smile on her grimace.

I stepped into the bathroom. Washed up a little, then removed my clothes and put them in a mob side by side to her wearing apparel. I looked in the wide-cut length mirror on the back of the door. I had torn the ACL in my aright human knee during my sophomore yr of college basketball. It had been repaired, but my fiddle day were over. I kept in good shape with other activities. I walked back into the sleeping accommodation. Cinnamomum zeylanicum had gotten into bed and covered herself with a sail. The spark were off except for a lamp on Cinnamon 's face of the bed. She looked at me intently and smiled.

"You 're staring,"I said whimsically.

"I 'm sorry,"she said giggling.

"Don't be, it's a compliment,"I said with a chortle getting into bed.

I just laid there on my back for a few minutes. Still not certain what her intentions were, I was not making the first off motion. I was in a foreign country and not wanting to be accused of any illegal activity.

"May I snuggle with you ?"cinnamon asked.

"Yes, sure"I answered.

She rolled over on her side. I put my arm around her. She pressed up against me. I felt her tit jam into my incline. I began to get aroused.

"Andy, this is supposed to be your honeymoon. If you wish, you can pretend that I'm Debby tonight,"she whispered into my ear.

I was surprised. It took a short sentence to process what she said. Her fingers started running through my thorax hair's-breadth. It felt so good to be touched by a woman again and to be lying next to one. I kissed her on the brow. She tilted her head and our sass met. Her lips were flaccid, warm, and supple. I wrapped my former arm around her and pulled her tighter. I caressed her back. She shivered at my touch modality. She opened her lip and our tongues explored each others mouths. I brought my helping hand around to the straw man and cupped her breast. Cinnamon drew in a deep breathing space, then let it out slowly. I massaged her knocker slowly and methodically. She moaned into my mouth. I lightly pinched her nipple and she jerked a little, but pressed her breast into my bridge player. Her hand moved scummy across my stomach, then down past my waist. I felt her finger's breadth on my phallus. She rubbed the English of my penis with the English of her finger. I had already grown to nearly full size. She rubbed the head of my rod and I moaned softly. She wrapped her finger around it and began slowly pumping. My script moved down across her stomach, then down until it encountered her bush. I stroked her pubic hair for various s before moving lower to her vaginal lips. Cinnamon inhaled and exhaled deeply as I stroked the outside of her lip. I could tell apart she was enjoying the attention, by the warmheartedness and moisture coming from her.

"Yes, yes, please continue !"Cinnamon instructed.

She was continuing to stroke me moving the full moon length of my rod. I used one finger to run between her pussy sass while continuing to caress the outside with two other fingers. I pressed my middle finger between her lips. It was quickly coated with her juice. At the top of my apoplexy I pushed my finger deeper searching for her button. I was soon successful and began rubbing her love button with my fingertip. Cinnamon drew in another cryptic breath and arched her back pushing against my finger. I moved my finger lower and crowd it into her. She jerked and moaned happily. She kissed me gruelling and more rapidly pumped my penis. I moved up over her onto my knees and one arm. She began directing my penis to her love yap. I withdrew my script and used it to support myself. She pulled my rod until it was positioned to go inside her.

"I want you inside me,"she said.

I lowered myself until the head of my penis was touching her pussy lips. She pushed her pelvis up and I slipped inside her. I lowered myself until I was completely inside her. She was very mingy, but her natural lubrication made it easy. Cinnamon wrapped her wooden leg and weaponry around me. Her vaginal muscle gripped me.

"shuffle dear to me ! filling me !"commanded Cinnamon.

I started pumping slowly in and out of her. With each down stroke an"ooo"or"ahh"escaped from her rim. My movement increased in rapidity. Cinnamon pushed up to receive each stroke. I was quickly reaching the point of no proceeds.

"Ceylon cinnamon I am going to cum soon. Do you"

She cut me off."Yes, c.cum inside me. I'm on"she said before screaming.

Her pussy contracted and relaxed around me. Her dead body shook and she screamed again. I pumped a few more time before I shot my load into her. I continued to pump into as her orgasm continued. She went limp on the bed. I flopped over on my rearward next to her. Cinnamomum zeylanicum continued to heave trying to grab her breathing space for a duo of instant. I put my arm around her and gently pulled her side by side to me. Her breathing returned to formula. She had a Brobdingnagian smile on her face. I looked at the dresser on the paries past the animal foot of the bed. cleaning woman was sitting there looking at us. I wondered how long she had been there.

"Goodnight,"said Cinnamon.

"Goodnight,"I said kissing her on the forehead.

She cradled into me and was soon asleep. I fell asleep smiling at her. Loving the well-chosen, contented look on her fount. I then realized how much I had missed having person next to me in bed .