Commonwealth of the Bahamas Vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from retentiveness after my fiancee 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Commonwealth of the Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three nights together. She has 2 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. off yesterday she was my go guide in Nassau. 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 regular breathing. I smelled the enticing smell 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 dock at 6:00 to come across of templet. I just lay there enjoying the warmheartedness of her body pressed against mine. The speech sound rang. Ceylon cinnamon tree 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 howling view of her naked torso as she walked to the bathroom. The shower came on and she closed the rain shower pall. She finished and I took my rain shower. As soon as we were ready we were on our way. We arrived at the wharf and a tall black was standing there near a 17 foot Boston whaling ship.

"Andy this is Robert,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said when we got to the boat.

We got aboard and I shook hired man with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the rear end behind him and we left the sour grass. We headed toward the eastward end of the island. Henry Martyn Robert stopped by an island east of Paradise Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a couplet of minutes. I am going to drop a brace of fish traps before we go out farther to angle,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with discharge plastic gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the grasp pointed east southeast. The urine got deeper. We continued several mi until New capital of Rhode Island, the Island on which capital of the Bahamas is located, appeared to be breaking up. The urine began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively placid. Henry M. Robert slowed the gravy holder and gazed across the water system.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"shoal,"he answered."They are jumpy formations with works and fish surrounded by white sand."

We headed to a turgid dark patch in the H2O. Henry M. Robert put the engine in neutral and grabbed a body of water glass. The H2O looking glass looked like a wooden pail with looking glass on the vauntingly end. Robert leaned over the position and moved the water trash around looking for something.

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

His accent was thick, but still was well-off to infer. He ran the sauceboat upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the engine in neutral, then put the anchor overboard. He let out rope until fundament was about 10 metrical foot from being over the shoal. He moved the ground tackle roofy from one side of the bow to the other. The unrelenting swung over and lined up better with the shallow.

"We use drop credit line here for these fish,"Robert explained.

He prepared the stock and the bait, conch. I had never seen a know conch before. The animate being from inside the beautiful shell was mostly whiteness, but there was a morose section up near the goad. The prod looked like plastic. There were also some orangeness parts. Robert cut the orangeness parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white parting and put these pieces on the hook shot. He handed Cinnamon and I each a spool with the bait and a leave doughnut.

"Drop the crotchet and doughnut just over the side of meat. Let out line until you do n't find the weight of the doughnut. Then let out 15 to 20 more feet,"Robert instructed."Then pull up the stock and let it go down on the undersurface of the boat. Do n't loop the line around your finger's breadth, wrist, or hand. You will get a bad burn or cut from the line of products if a Pisces the Fishes is on your line."

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

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

"drag it in overnice and steady,"Robert instructed.

I continued to root for in my line as I watched Cinnamon. Soon Cinnamomum zeylanicum had her fish out of water. Henry Martyn Robert stepped over and brought it into the boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few seconds for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was blue sky and jaundiced 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 bucket partly filled with body of water."Good eatin'."

He threw some of the Orange patch out toward the school. He baited Cinnamomum zeylanicum's hook and threw it out toward the shoal.

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

I followed Robert's example and cast off my origin also. Soon cinnamon bark screamed again she had another Pisces the Fishes. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the come-on, and began pulling in my first Fish. cinnamon bark had another grunt about the same sizing as her first of all. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my Pisces. My fish was longer and thinner.

As he took my Fish off the come-on Henry Martyn Robert said,"This is a Seriola dorsalis snapper."

The Fish was blue on top and ass with a sensationalistic band from the lamella to the butt. We continued fishing for the next 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 Fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said,"Time to move on."

He pulled up ground tackle and moved to another school. 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 residuum of the line. There was naught on the air, no hook, no sinker, and the subscriber line itself looked like it had been cut.

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

"Well Ceylon cinnamon tree, catching a Barracuda would make for an interesting memory and a good fib,"I said.

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

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

Robert got out another fishing line. It had a telegram leader, a large crotchet, and was a good deal thicker. He took one of the smaller Fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the lineage. He unwound a full amount of money of agate line and then threw the accost Pisces as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the surface of the water. Henry Martyn Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the blood line. 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 with child wickedness Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe moving toward the fish on the end of the line. The line went taut. Robert jerked the line of merchandise setting the hook shot. He gave the fish some line of products and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong fish. He was able-bodied to acquire argumentation a foot or so at a meter.

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

I went over and he passed me the note. This was like no other fish I had caught in the lakes of MN. When the Pisces the Fishes struggled I could only go for it steady or leave it back a trivial line.

"livelihood the contrast taut. If you give a cuda slack it can chew through the metal leader,"Robert instructed.

20 or 25 transactions later the barracuda was coming up succeeding to the boat. Robert had grabbed a 2x4 with a handgrip carved out of one end. He had used this to punt the conch to soften it up. He called it a bruiser.

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

She sounded a little frightened. The Pisces the Fishes was now along slope the boat.

"elevation it's head out of the water !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inch of the Pisces out of the water, Henry M. Robert hit the barracuda various time with the strapper. The fish looked hitch. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the boat. It was about 4 foundation long. Robert stuck the handle of the Samson into the barracuda 's mouthpiece. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of combat. It had sharp teeth and an angry aspect. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

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

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

After several min Henry Martyn Robert said,"The cuda pushed the other fish into hiding. We should be active elsewhere."

We moved to another shallow. After anchoring we began fishing again. After catching a few fish, Cinnamomum zeylanicum got something on her line.

"avail ! I can't clout it in,"she called out.

Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am for sure I did. It jerked and pulled a couplet of times,"she said."I got a couple of pull in then couldn't deplumate anymore."

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

"The Pisces is still on the pipeline. The line must possess gotten caught on the shoal,"Robert said giving the line back to Cinnamon.

I watched as Cinnamon pulled in the Fish. When she got the fish into the sauceboat, 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 fish. Let me show you why. Andy push the big spinal column down,"Robert said.

The fish had a large spine and a smaller acantha on it's back. I pushed on the larger spine. It wouldn't move.

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

Ceylon cinnamon tree pushed the spine and it went down easily.

"It's a magic trick,"explained Henry Martyn Robert."To get the large spikelet to founder you must fight down the littler spine. 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 weather condition 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 agate line. With the anchor aboard we started back to New Providence.

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

As we neared the dapple we had dropped the lying in wait, Henry M. Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along side one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the sand trap were a couple of fish and 4 rock lobster, briery lobsters. Soon we came alongside the moment trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his case had a look of disappointment. 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 gravy holder and quickly put it down on the deck.

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

I looked under his seat and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a case covering their steel. I removed the cases and set them on his seat.

"Which do you want 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 measured,"cinnamon bark said.

Robert was able-bodied to pin the eel just behind the head using the handle of the tomahawk sticking it through the openings in the trap. The eel made a speech sound I can only describe as a hiss.

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

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

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

The eel looked to be about two and half feet long. cinnamon and I had seen a small one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the Pisces lying in wait opened the door and shake out the message. Then dunked the yap a couple of times to clean it. Soon we were heading back to the loading dock. We stopped at a dockside gas pump and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the spot we started.

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

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

"I'll clean the fish. cinnamon bark you can arrange with Charles Hardin Holley to pick them up,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

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

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

I heard the water arrive on, but not the rain shower. She came out the sleeping room completely undressed.

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

I went into the chamber, undressed, and then walked into the lavatory. Cinnamon was standing in the bathing tub tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. cinnamon bark turned the cascade on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample breasts pressing into my breast. The hot weewee was running down her back. I rubbed my handwriting down her spinal column and John L. H. Down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. I began to stiffen, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass impertinence and pulled us rigorous together.

cinnamon bark pulled her mouth away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't hold back to get your 'eel'interior me."

She laughed. She reached between our bodies searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my phallus. I began to get laborious. It had almost gotten to the point of being painful pushing up against her. cinnamon bark knelt down in the tub in front of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her knocker as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her lips when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my chest. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her tongue 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 More of me into her back talk. She cupped her hands around each of my egg. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my custody behind her head word, encouraging her to consume me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my hands 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 tempo. 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 gustatory modality 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 mouth tighter to her boob.

"Can we shift spot ? I've had enough pee on my back,"she insisted.

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

She jerked slightly and said,"That feels weird and sorting of tickles. 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 was cascading down the front of her and on to my font. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips unfastened with my fingers. My natural language moved over and around her button. Ceylon cinnamon moaned loudly. Her deal pushed my mind into her snatch. I licked harder and faster trying not to swim in the procedure. I pushed one fingerbreadth, then two into her love hole. I let them research inside her. Cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard woman meow from the direction of the door leading to the bedroom.

"charr everything is f… ”, her articulation trailed off as her physical structure stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my mouth and tongue. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to crack up. I grabbed her pegleg to support her. She put her work force on my articulatio humeri to stabilize herself. Char poked her head around the box of the rain shower curtain the direction I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

Cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

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

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the nursing bottle of shampoo. She worked up a lather and gently washed my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched positioning. She wet her pilus, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the pile and look of her lovely red whorl. My manus made their way from her promontory down to her lower back. I couldn't avail myself. My men continued down to her ass impudence. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her fuzz while her head was lowered.

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

"Sure,"I said realizing our bare fourth dimension together was not over.

She set the tub to be filled and switched the shower bath off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her legs inside mine. The water rose until it covered our wooden leg. Ceylon cinnamon tree turned the H2O off. I rubbed her calves and as far up her second joint as I could reach. She rubbed my calves which were a little sore from keeping my equaliser on the gravy holder as it rocked in the wave. Cinnamon slid up my peg wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the water was lapping at the safety drain. Her work force gird my already growing penis. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one handwriting and her ample breast with the other. I slid my fingerbreadth up and down the distance of her pussy lips and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her mamilla was vertical and hard. She tipped her head back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully erect and loved the tactual sensation of the fond water and her workforce bringing me close-fitting and closer to the edge. I inserted two digit into her and put my quarter round on her love life button. Her telephone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine kick on and carry the call. ( This was the former 80's in the Bahamas, voice mail was not available. ) cinnamon bark moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her dearest hole. I moved both deal to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to make a motion forward. She was tight and slick magazine inside. Our pelvises met. We hugged each other for more than than a arcminute. We both started thrust, making the water supply in the tub splash around. Each time we bumped each early Cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some weewee splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"sustenance going, hard and libertine,"she said.

I increased my pace and she hers. We banged together for almost some clock time before I shot my payload inside her. Ceylon cinnamon tree grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal brawn clamped around me, then spasmed the length of my rod. When she stopped shivering she lay down in the tub with her head resting on the far end. I lay back resting my head on the other end. I remained inside her for a light time before I slid out. The weewee began to cool and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

"I'm going to wash our clothes,"Cinnamon said."There's a robe hanging in my closet."

I got the gown and put in on. I heard the washing machine starting. I sat down in the life room.

"I'm going to mind to the message on the machine,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few minutes later she came out.

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

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

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

"Cinnamon,"I paused."Do … do you birth a transcript of the Corinthian you were in ?"

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

"Yes !"I said.

She disappeared into the bedroom. She had a cartridge clip in her hand. She opened it and handed it to me.

"I'm on the humble left,"she said as if I wouldn't realize her."Do n't be looking at the other photograph !"

I looked at her photograph. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very lilliputian. In her picture she was completely nude. It pictured her from the stifle on up. Her font and breasts were directly facing the tv camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair and kitty 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 kind of guy !"

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