Bahama Islands Vacation ( 2 )


Blowjob, Oral-Sex
Bahamian Vacation ( continued )

( Summary of previous story : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back dwelling house and the death of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a calendar month earlier. The woman at the front desk at the hotel, Cinnamon, invited me to her flat for dinner and it had turned into an nightlong invitation. )

distinction : This occurred over 30 yr ago so some of the landmarks and places mentioned may have changed since that time.

The next morning, Mon, the foremost thing I remember was the alarm going off. cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed fear, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't recall the last time I had someone in bed with me, beside my cat Char,"she explained.

cleaning woman jumped up on the bed demanding attention. We both stroked her she loved it.

"I have to be at work by 8:00, today, but I have Tuesday and Wednesday off if you want a turn template,"she said.

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to consume a shower and get ready. Too bad there is not clip for a double shower,"she said with a sly smile.

She stepped into the bathroom and the water supply started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. cleaning woman jumped up next to me and rubbed her head on my hand. I scratched her on the head between her capitulum. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was meretricious. The water in the bathroom stopped. Cinnamon walked into the john, drying herself with a towel.

"I see you found a friend Char,"said Cinnamon.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some bread from the loaf we started the night before. She put it in the toaster. She set some peanut butter and some jam on the table and a dyad of paper home plate. When the first two slices had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 additional piece in the toaster. I choose peanut butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the gustation of the loot was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.

"What variety of jam is that ?"I asked.

"yellow cattley guava jam,"she replied"I bought it from a neighbor who makes it."

She handed me a corner of her toast. I tasted it, it was a dissimilar taste, but it was very effective.

"Do you bake your own clams ?"I questioned.

She giggled,"I have, but not for some time. I bought this at a small bakeshop called mannikin Bakery."

The secondment set of goner popped up. I chose the Guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food down for Char. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge circuit to heaven Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a quick kiss. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to meet in the hotel anteroom at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The outset thing I noticed was that the flowers and Champagne-Ardenne that were in my way had been removed. I was glad they were gone because the brought back retentiveness of Debby, my bride-to-be who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a foresightful hot shower bath. I did the normal morning activities. I dressed then checked the weather forecast on the hotel channel. I went down to the third house. No one but cinnamon was at the front desk.

I walked over and said,"I noticed the efflorescence and champagne were removed from my room."

"Yes, I called and had individual do that lowest dark. I also had them removed from your banknote. Was that alright ?"she asked.

I thought for a few seconds then answered,"Yes, they just remind me of Debby. I want to see some of Nassau and maybe clean up a few souvenirs."

"If you don't mind a little walk, you could go over the bridgework. wrench to the right field and Bay Street will take you into downtown,"she said."Here take my carte du jour in compositor's case you need to bid or you have questions."

"Thank you !"I responded. I smiled and squeezed her hand.

Another hotel node walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the forepart door. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a toll. I was glad to discover there was no bell for pedestrians. Walking over the bridge was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet high to let larger boats to pass underneath it. At the end of the bridge deck I turned right and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling souvenirs, shirts, carapace, jewellery, and former knick-knacks. I walked down the nurse side of meat of the street and soon came to an surface air structure with respective people selling mostly what appeared to be handmade items ; pale yellow lid, wood carving, wheat mail bearer, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the first women I encountered said"welcome to the husk market ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the vivid sun I decided it would be a good estimate to bust a hat. The men 's hats were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could hold one for $ 10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some lip to shade my face. She even stitched my initials on the back in colored chaff. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one more item, a 3-pocket straw chain mail holder. I walked to the west end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have for lunch. I walked to the other slope of Bay Street.

I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to sustain an other lunch. I looked through the carte du jour for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a bowl of conch chowder and a cracked conch sandwich. The chowder was very proficient, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much more flavorful. The break through conch sandwich was also undecomposed the meat was pounded out, seasoned, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam strip.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a big computer memory more upscale than nigh in downtown, The capital of the Bahamas Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able-bodied to obtain relic for my family and Debby's mother. I asked the bank clerk if she knew where the Model Bakery was located. She gave me centering. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the eastern United States end of business district and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued east. A few mental block down I saw a lightness green cement stoppage building with a short line of people waiting outside a windowpane on the street side of the building. Above the window was"MODEL bakery"in black block missive above the windowpane. I took my property at the end of the line. I listened as the the great unwashed ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaf of bread, bun ( dinner party rolls ), and/or"cement"scroll. When I got up to the window there was no list of ware or prices seeable to me. I ordered a loaf of bread of staff of life and a"cement"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the drum roll. It was a large, heavy cinnamon roll with Elwyn Brooks White frost. I started eating it, it was delicious. The clams was very most and hearty. There was the right-hand amount of cinnamon and lettuce rolled into it. The icing was thick, smooth, and creamy. I finished about half as I walked down Shirley Street before I couldn't eat anymore.

I kept walking. I could see the ocean up ahead. Just before I got to the road running along the pee. There was a large hotel on the left. I came to a sign of the zodiac that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the ocean ahead. I turned right and continued east. There were 3 men taking a gravy boat out of the water at what appeared to be a public boat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large plastic bucket full phase of the moon of assorted fish. They also had two prominent fish in a split up container.

"What are these enceinte fish ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my bags down and helped them transfer items from the boat to one of their cars.

"How far out did you go ?"I asked.

"About 5 knot off East End,"one of them answered

I thanked them. Picked up my pocketbook and continued east. The breeze and the salty air was wonderful. As I walked I noticed a sign that said"Blackbeard 's pillar"with an pointer pointing forward down the road.

"Do you recognize how far it is to Blackbeard's towboat ?"I asked someone working on a gravy holder at the English of the road.

They had a very chummy accent, but I think they said,"A very foresightful way and up high."

I thanked them and decided to turn around thinking it was too far for me to get to. I walked along the ocean side road, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the bridge and into the hotel. Cinnamon was still at the front man desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a blood line of people she was helping. I went up to my room. I showered and put on a different set of clothes. I had more than an hour before I was to fulfill Ceylon cinnamon in the lobby. I lay down on the bed. The future thing I remember was the bed moving. I opened my eye and Ceylon cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must give had a big day,"she said before giving me a huge kiss.

"Yes, I did some exploring,"I said still waking up."How did you get in ?"

"Silly question. I have a professional key. Do you want me to leave ?"she asked giggling.

"No, no not at all,"I responded."What do you hint for tonight ?"

"Well, I usually eat out Monday nights,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said kissing me again.

She ran her hand down my chest, then between my legs. She started rubbing in a circular motion. I quickly started responding.

"We could deliver appetizers here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

"appetizer here sounds good,"I said kissing her on the neck and putting my hand on her breast.

Cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my mitt. We caressed each other through our wear. I had stiffened and had created a collapsible shelter in my pants.

"Cinnamon is hungry,"she said unzipping my gasp and pulling out my erect rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her vertebral column and unhooked her bra. My hired hand found her naked breast just as she started moving to her hands and knee joint. Her lips touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my other hired man to cup the former breast. Her long, red hair created a tent half way around her nous. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the sides of my phallus. She moved putting a knee on each face of my pass. I had continued the massage on her breasts as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the opportunity to used my lip and spit on her now protruding nipple. I reluctantly removed my manpower from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her pant. I pulled her pants and underclothing down to her knees and over my head. I rested my school principal on top of them. They were affectionate. I gazed up at her pussycat just a few inch above my nerve. Her bush was the Saame color as her fuzz. Her vaginal lip were swelling and there was a glitter of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my testicles into her oral cavity. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me waves of dandy pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

"When are you going to start eating your appetiser ?"she asked with a giggle.

I started by brushing my fingerbreadth against her shave pubic hair's-breadth. It was lenient than I expected. My fingers moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their full duration. Ceylon cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the shot between her lips. wet was clearly visible and the top of my fingers became covered with her juices. She let out her breathing place and took my other egg into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy lips. She moaned causing her tongue to tickle against my testicle. It was an extremely gratifying sensation. I pushed my digit deeper and after running them the full distance a few times I started circling around and across her button. She pushed my testicle out of oral fissure and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clit. Cinnamon yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the headland of my member. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my mouth as she took more of my rod into her month. I spread her purulent lips with my fingers. I swirled my tongue around her love button. cinnamon jerked, then lowered her cunt farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her mouth. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a brace of fingers slowly into her love muddle. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a sound that is unvoiced to describe. I was make to cum.

"I am going to come soon !"I told her.

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscle clamped and relaxed around my finger's breadth. Then her wholly body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my typeface. My musket ball tightened and I shot my load into her mouth. There was more than she could handle. I felt some running down my member. I pulled my fingers out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the biggest coming I have ever had !"Cinnamon said after rolling off of me.

"I don't think I have come so much !"I responded.

After a few more minutes Cinnamon said,"I have to cleanse up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the privy. A few minutes later I got up kicked off my gasp and underwear and walked in the bathroom. She had finished, but was looking in the mirror. I kissed her on the neck from behind.

"Do you have a skirmish ?"she asked."I need to do something with my hair."

"Sorry, but I do own a large comb,"I answered.

I got the comb out of my travelling bag and walked back into the toilet. I began combing her hairsbreadth and continued until she was satisfied. I cleaned up and got dressed.

"Where do you usually eat out ?"I inquired.

"There are a few places. It depends on what eccentric of food I am looking to receive,"she answered."I have to go nursing home and feed Char, my cat, first. What kind of food do you need ?"

"Let's go I'll think about,"I responded.

We got in the car and drove chisel to Ceylon cinnamon's apartment.

"I 'll run up feed charwoman and be right out,"she said.

Several hour later she came back out. She had changed into a manakin fitting clothes. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her asset and flesh wonderfully. I felt underdressed. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't help but stare at her.

"You are staring,"she said.

"I'm sorry !"I responded.

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

"You look absolutely stunning !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a position right on the pee. They have a diverseness of solid food. I'm sure we will find something,"cinnamon bark said.

I kept staring. After a abruptly drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a dock to a large platform out in the water where the restaurant was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the persuasion across the water was fantastic. I believe the restaurant was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a short metre for a table. several center followed Cinnamon as we walked to our table. We were seated at a table that had no other board between us and the water. The bar was in the center so most of the board had a honest view of the weewee. The menu was enceinte, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered swallow and then ordered our food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

As we waited she said,"There is something I need to tell you."Her face looked serious and fearful.

My creative thinker raced. Was she in a relationship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she take a disease ? Was she a wanted criminal in the U.S. ?

"What is it ?"I asked with some trepidation.

"I know Cindy, Debby's cousin, from college. My dorm way was side by side to Cindy's dorm elbow room my last 2 days of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't mean to worry you !"Cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few metre when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a film and for meals. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the impression that Cindy and you were Thomas More than just friends. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could chance a guy like you,"Ceylon cinnamon explained."I know Debby loved you very much. She spoke about you a lot while she was visiting. She wanted to get home to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in striking. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your public figure when you checked in. I had to find out you were the same guy. I don't get into a intimate family relationship so tight, but I felt I already knew you."

"Wow ! It is a belittled reality. Have I lived up to your expectations ?"I asked.

"Yes, you have,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum replied.

The server came with our food. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. Cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is different than the ME lobster which most people picture. Lobster there does not birth the expectant battlefront claws, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy plate. The Bahamians call it crawfish. It is also called rock lobster. The meal was excellent. When the server asked if we wanted dessert.

Ceylon cinnamon said with a sly smile,"No thank you. Dessert is waiting for us back at my place."

I grabbed the deterrent and paid for the meal before Cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon's apartment. We walked upstairs and woman her cat greeted us at the door. Cinnamon locked the threshold behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowl, ice cream, whipped cream, cherry red, and drinking chocolate sauce. We sat at the board. Ceylon cinnamon tree scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our ice-cream sundae. cinnamon bark loved the cherries. They were the 1 with the stems attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cerise, then murder the stem a few seconds later tied in a knot. Char sat in a professorship watching us. Cinnamon put a small measure of ice pick on peach and put it on the base. cleaning woman immediately jumped to the floor and licked the home clean and jerk. Char went to the sleeping room after finishing.

"I have a total day planned for my number one day as tour guide,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said."Do you require to spend the night here ?"Ceylon cinnamon giggled.

"well I've had dessert. Do you have a reasonableness for me to rest ?"I tried to say with a straight face.

I felt her understructure in my lap. Her toes began kneading my groin.

"Is this understanding enough ?"she giggled again.

She got up. I did to and helped crystallize the board.

"Leave the dishes for tomorrow,"she I instructed.

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off lights as I carried her to the bedroom. I kissed her before going through the bedroom threshold. Once inside I saw Char laying across the center of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Ceylon cinnamon tree on her face facing away from me.

I touched her neck and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her neck and down the bare function of her articulatio humeri. I undid the sweetener at the top of her attire and pulled the zip fastener down. I caressed the now exposed part of her backrest. She trembled again. I slipped her garb off her articulatio humeri. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to rule her breast while still kissing her exposed cutis. Her dress was form fitting. I was able to get to her breast and put my medallion over her nipple and began massaging her breast. Cinnamon moaned her pleasure.

"I think it would be good if I got out of this dress,"she suggested.

We got out of bed. We removed her dress and the repose of her clothes. I stood staring at the lovely woman in forepart of me.

"You are staring,"Ceylon cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something untimely with this picture,"she said."Your dress are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my apparel. I picked them up and put them on a chair in the recession. When I turned around Cinnamon was staring at me.

"You are staring,"I scolded.

"Sorry,"she said suppressing a laugh.

"Don't be no-good it's a compliment,"I got out before we both burst out laughing.

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was wonderful feeling her tit pushing into my chest. My penis began to come to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her breast to my mouth. I opened my back talk and sucked on her nipple. I then used my tongue to swirl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a little yip, but did not move away. I moved to her other tit and did the same. Her hands were running up and down my rachis.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My finger moved between her legs quickly rubbing her pussy backtalk. They were very warm. I pushed a couple of digit between them. They were coated with her succus. Her hand found my penis. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the length of it. I moved to her button. I circled it with my fingertips. Cinnamon writhed on the bed pushing up into my fingers. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her finger around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her stomach as I pushed two finger's breadth into her erotic love hole. I kept my thumb moving over her love button. She continued to writhe on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Cinnamon lifted her legs into the air. I moved between them. I slid my penis along the outside of her pussy. She moaned. It pushed it between her kitty-cat lips and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the head of my rod on her love push a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her profoundness. The smile on her case was soon covered by my mouthpiece. I kissed her as our pelvic girdle came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down fortuity she let out a diminished grunt of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten. The pressure on my penis was extremely gratifying and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my load into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few transactions later she arched her back and screamed again. She shivered, then relaxed back onto the bed. I hugged her tight. I rolled onto my side pulling her onto her side. cleaning lady narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's branch.

My last mentation were what did the hereafter keep for us .
Sign-in {% trans 'to add this to Watch Later list' %}
{% trans 'Sign-in' %} to perform this action