Commonwealth of the Bahamas Vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a slip to get away from memories after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, Death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahama Islands, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two night together. She has the next two years off and has offered to be my tour guidebook. )

I woke up in the break of day in cinnamon's bed at her apartment. I still had my weapons system around her, however during the night she had turned and was facing away from me. I was snuggled up close to her. I loved the flavor of her haircloth. I was not certain if it was her shampoo or fragrance. My phallus was slightly erect and nestled between her butt buttock. I did not want to wake Cinnamon. It felt wonderful just laying here next to her. Her skin was so smooth and mild. About a hour later she began to stir. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fear in her eye. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

"goodness aurora !"she said."I just am not used to waking up with soul else in my bed."

We kissed, then she turned her read/write head back. I kissed her on the neck. She purred.

"We need to get prepare for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to travel this feels so practiced. Do you need to go back to the hotel for clothes ?"

I thought for a few seconds and answered,"No. I only wore the clothes I have here for a few minute last night."

"Good ! That gives us a more meter before we leave,"she said.

Her cat charr jumped up on the bed and walked up and meowed in cinnamon bark's face.

"She wants to be fed. She won't leave me alone until that happens,"she said.

Ceylon cinnamon got up and went to the kitchen. In a few minutes she came back into the bedroom. I watched her breasts bounce as she walked toward the bed.

"Do you want to play ‘ Follow the loss leader'?"she asked.

"With you leading I will definitely observe !"I answered.

She took my paw. I got out of bed and followed her into the bathroom. I intently watched her tight set up end as she walked in front of me. She turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, then guided me in. She shut the cascade pall behind us.

"Hold out your bridge player,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquid soap in them, then put some in her mitt. She started by rubbing easy lay on my pectus. I returned the party favour. Soaping her boob. She tipped her head back and enjoyed my hands moving around her mamilla. Ceylon cinnamon moved down to my tummy, then down to my penis and balls. Sliding her hands all around my member. I was already fully erect. I moved my hand around to her spinal column and caressed her back from shoulders down to her rear end. She reached around to my fanny end pulling closer to her. My member was now trapped between our physical structure with the top dog pressing against her bellybutton. I grabbed her butt with both paw. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, business firm face. She moaned running her hands up and down my backbone. I moved my fingers between her coffin nail cheeks. I circled a twosome of fingers around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my fingers inside. She was extremely tight and her sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my former mitt to her strawman and lathered her pubic hair and slit mouth. She began pumping my penis with her hand. I soaped her love button to moans of delight. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two fingerbreadth inside her love yap to a gasp from Cinnamon. I had fingers moving in and out of her front and her rear.

"shtup me Andy ! nooky me !"she yelled.

I pushed her back against the wall and used my hand to point my erecting into her vagina. I continued to motivate my finger in the back as C. H. Best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my cock into her with cinnamon gasping for breath. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck to hold from collapsing on the level. I pushed one hold out time into her and then exploded into her. Cinnamon groaned and shook as she reached her orgasm. Her vaginal muscles clamped around me, squeezing the last of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

"No ( breathing space ), no ( breathing space ), more,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the water was tuning down her book binding. She regained her breath, then turned to face up the shower. I put some more easy lay on my helping hand and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started working it into her hair. There was the scent I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her fuzz. She had a lot of fuzz. It reached to the middle of her back. I loved the burnished red color. She bent over to rinse off her hair. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect penis. It slipped between her cheeks and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

"Not now, maybe another clip. The hot urine will be running out soon,"she explained.

"Ok, I really wasn't surd enough and it just happened to get there,"I replied."Let's switch ends so I can wash off my hair."

We repositioned so I could wet my pilus. As soon as my hair was wet Cinnamon began shampooing my hair. I don't think anyone else had washed my hairsbreadth since my female parent did it when I was a tike. It felt effective. The water quickly was becoming ice chest. I rinsed quickly. We changed seat again and Cinnamon rinsed a few post on her body that had been missed before. She turned the water off. We used the towels on the comeback to dry each early. This was nearly as exciting as the time in the shower. Her hide from head to foot was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a large routine of freckle, but these just added to her beauty. I brushed her hair after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a quick breakfast, she put down dry food and a bowl of urine for cleaning woman, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the solid day. Is there anything you know you want to do ?"she asked before starting the engine.

"wellspring, yesterday when I went exploring I saw a sign for Blackbeard's Tower toward the due east end of the island. I 've always had some enthrallment with buccaneer,"I said."And I … ah … never mind."

"What is it ? You can say anything,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum queried.

I waited then said,"Yesterday I came across some men who had been out fishing. sportfishing here would be an interesting experience. But that would involve a lot of planning before hand."

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go fishing with my father in Wisconsin,"Cinnamon said."We will try to bump Edward Thatch's Tower later today. I do get to stop at the hotel before we start our day."

We drove off and went across the bridge to Shangri-la Island. She parked outside the main entrance. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 minutes later she returned. We drove off back over the bridge to Nassau.

"We are going to the Queen 's Staircase, the water tower, and Fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the bottom of the stairs. The nance's Staircase is 66 steps that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the last component part of the 1700 's. It was renamed Queen's stairway for the sovereignty of Queen Victoria who had freed the slave in the Bahamas and reigned for 64 years. I learned later that one of the steps had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a figure of vendors selling items that were good out of the downtown Straw Market. Cinnamon and I took scene of the other standing at the bottom of the stairs. One of the men selling point offered to exact a motion picture of both of us for a dollar sign. I gave him the money and he took the picture. Ceylon cinnamon tree and I walked up the stairs holding men. To one English of the steps there was a small waterfall cascading down toward the bottom. I noticed various men turning their heads to look at Cinnamon. Some had an expression of recognition on their nerve. Ceylon cinnamon was a very beautiful woman so I could understand them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a identification number of scene Wiley Post cards and a short-change script with information regarding the stairway, water pillar, and fort. This was the highest decimal point on the island. It made sense that the H2O tower and garrison were located here. The stair were constructed to make it well-heeled to get to the high point where the fort was located. Again I noticed respective men turning their heads as Cinnamon passed. We paid a belittled fee to go to the top of the water tower. We took the lift to the top, the elevator operator recited a short history of the water tower and statistic regarding it 's elevation. I handed him a pair of one dollar bill as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observation deck of cards and could watch the whole island since the sky was clear up. It was a tremendous deal. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the full general direction of the airport. Again we took impression of each other with various views in the background. A young boy offered to learn a picture of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our painting. I handed him a couple of dollar mark when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the spiral stairway to the bottom.

We then walked over to fortress Fincastle. The garrison was shaped like a paddle boat apparently to deceive ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a fort it had a bit of carom to be used if uncongenial ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not take the"official"tour. Again there were a number of men taking More than a effortless notice of Cinnamon. Some with an expression of recognition. We left the fort and went back down the king's staircase to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few proceedings we came to another fort, fort Charlotte. This was a much larger fortress. We walked across the bridge over the dry fosse. We joined a group that was gathering for a tour. There were about 20 of us when the duty tour started. Our tour pathfinder went through the history of the fort, injected bodily fluid as he did. We completed the pep pill layer and moved to the lower level. On the depressed degree there were donjon with mannequins depicting overrefinement that may accept taken shoes.

When we came to the rack the tour guide said,"And this is how they created instrumentalist for the NBA."

Most everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of duty of the lower level. The pathfinder told us to stick around for the lighting of the carom at noontide. I handed the maneuver $ 5 as we exited the turn down level. The sacking of the carom was in 15 minutes so we waited around. We took pictures of each other standing by one of the cannon. In a few seconds a offspring boy came over and offered to make a picture of us together. I tipped him. A grouping was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious notice of Cinnamon. A unseasoned man was telling the group about the shank. He was going to raise the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to load it with a partial charge. He prepared the cannon and shot it with a loud boom. The shank rocked back a short distance then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a quick lunch, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our entree. We walked along the path with our arms around each former. We looked at several of the plants and animals that were on display. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a undefended area with benches arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for"The MArch of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to occur in about 15 minute of arc. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the lot. The trainer asked if anyone would like to ill-use into the circle and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamon to go out so I could get a few word picture. The flamingos surrounded her and I took several pictures. After the show ended we walked over to the sea biography area. There were a turn of Pisces the Fishes and other interesting sea fauna. We came around the corner and there was a magnanimous shallow pool with a number of sea polo-neck.

A man came out and asked,"Would like to see the turtleneck close up."

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the pool and secured one of the turtles. Additional people gathered around the puddle. He brought the turtleneck over to the side of the pool.

"This is a jet sea turtle,"he explained.

He allowed us to extend to the back of it's shell. He then tipped the turtle up with it's head and front flippers in the air. We touched the shell on its stomach. It was smoother than the shell on it's back. He gave others the same opportunity. He next secured another turtleneck.

"This is a hawksbill turtleneck,"he said.

This turtle had a curved pecker and beautiful shell and struggle coloration. It was much low than the other turtle and he was able to lift it completely out if the water. It flapped it's front flipper and looked like it was trying to fly.

"I can't let you touch it. It may bite,"he warned.

He had a box for donation and I left a generous one. We walked into the gift shop.

Cinnamon tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of turtle shells. Sea turtle are endangered and you can't take turtle production into the U.S."

There was a lot of turtleneck eggshell jewelry. a lot of it was fairly expensive. The next display sheath had a selection of couch carapace jewellery. When Cinnamon was looking at some other items, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendent shaped like a fondness. We left the gift shop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"Cinnamon asked.

"Something for my mother,"I answered.

"Do you still want to try to observe Blackbeard's Tower ? ”, Ceylon cinnamon asked.

"Yes, let's try ! It was east of Fort Montagu on the road along the piss,"I informed her.

We drove to the place I had seen the sign the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a signboard by a gravel orbit big enough for maybe 4 cars to park. We parked next to the alone car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a specialise track that was not well maintained. I was walking behind cinnamon bark only because she had gotten to the start of the path first. I watched her tail end end as she walked in straw man of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front of me. The track got steeper as we went. An old rock complex body part came into ken as the way of life became a crumbling set of stone steps.

"We are almost there,"I said to Cinnamon.

A couple came down the stairs toward us. I recognized the fair sex first, then the man. They were the mates from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a good look at Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the tower. There was a metallic element planetary house that that unmanageable to read because it was corroded. It said a little about the tugboat. It was built in the 1700's, but the builders are not known for certain. We went into the tug and managed to go up to the top. From the top we had a trade good view of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a good vantage point to see incoming ships and nominate some form of signal to former parts of the island.

I kissed Cinnamon and said,"Thanks for a fantastic day."

She hugged me blotto. I seemed she didn't want let go. She kissed my neck and lightly nibbled on my ear.

"I want to be a literary pirate 's wench,"cinnamon whispered in my ear.

She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a number of houses that had a view of the top of the tower. I suggested we move to the lower spirit level. I got down first and helped cinnamon bark down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my pants and pulled them and my underclothing down to my ankles. I pulled down her pants and scanty. We kicked off our shoes and wearing apparel. I looked intently at the beautiful raw woman in nominal head of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my hands on her breasts.

"Ye have copious knocker my wench,"I said trying to do my better pirate imitation.

"What are your intentions you swarthy brute,"she responded.

"I intend to have my way with you and ravish you,"I said.

I pressed my hands into her breasts and massaged them. I pushed her up against a fluent portion of the stone wall. I kissed her hard and agitate my tongue against her lip and she opened her lips to allow it's introduction. cinnamon bark moaned into my mouth. She grabbed my stub cheeks and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the Qaeda of the wall. My erect penis pushed between her legs then up the crack between her butt cheeks. It was a strange sense experience with the top of penis pressed against her warm soundbox and the underside against the cooler stone wall. I moved a helping hand down between her stage and located her twat. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingerbreadth between her pussy back talk.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye wee-wee me feel so good."

I moved my fingerbreadth along her vaginal mouth. She pushed into them. I found her clitoris and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.

She again nibbled on my ear and then whispered,"Continue my swarthy beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my finger rubbed over her making love push. I pressed down and moved my digit in a circular motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the rampart and her ass impertinence. My egg bumped against her thighs with each relocation forward. I pushed one and then a endorse finger into her dear maw. Her vaginal rampart pressed around my digit. I thrust them in and out to groan of favorable reception.

"I'm ready for you to ‘ throb me forest ’,"I whispered in her ear.

She continued to moan. She pushed her tit and pelvis into my welcoming hands.

"If your cannonball are quick you should load your shank !"Ceylon cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"cannon"have approach to her love muddle. She guided me into her. Her warm custody felt in effect compared to the cold wall the underside of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, glossy, tight love tunnel.

"Time to ground your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my cannon. My fingers moved back to her clitoris. For several minutes we continued pounding against each other. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid weather condition of the sunny afternoon. The smell of the salt air just added to the pleasure we both were feeling.

"The shank is primed !"I said to her between breaths.

"Fire when ready !"Ceylon cinnamon tree returned, just as I felt her clinch around my cannon.

"The fuse is lit,"I said as my bollock tightened."Firing !"I shouted as her orgasm took over her body.

I shot my freight into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Ceylon cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her body tighten up and her arms and vaginal muscular tissue squeezed me again in her second orgasm. I continued to pump.

"check, stop !"she exclaimed."You hit your target."

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me timbers,"I responded.

We held each other until our breathing returned to pattern and at to the lowest degree my heart stopped pounding in my thorax. We gathered our clothes and began getting dressed. I helped cinnamon with her bra. We heard the voice of children saying Thatch's Tower coming from down the track. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumbling footstep. At the end of the gradation where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 young boys maybe 12 and 10. A few s later a younger girlfriend passed us. Then their parents walked past. The male parent took a prospicient smell Cinnamon.

The female parent said,"Hi ! How often farther ?"

"Not far, a little over 100 groundwork, but it gets usurious,"I replied.

She thanked me as we all continued on our way. We got back to the car and drove to her apartment.

"I am going to go feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to stay here or come up ?"Cinnamon asked.

"I'll just stop here, unless there is something I can help you with,"I replied.

"No, I will be right back out,"she said.

While I waited in the car, I again wondered about all the men who had taken specific posting of Cinnamon today. Some with a confidential information of recognition. In a few second Cinnamon got back in the car.

"I have some news,"she said."Do you still want to try sportfishing ?"

"Yes,"I replied."But it is too late."

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The husband of someone I work with takes mass out fishing for a sustenance. He usually takes Tuesday and Wed off, but agreed to takes us out for half price if we pay for gas, and bait."

"That sounds wonderful ! Thank you !"I said.

"Do you mind us staying in your hotel room ? We could order elbow room Service and get to bed betimes,"cinnamon said."We are supposed to contact Ken at the dock at six."

"Sound near to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked in the employee area and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the first Nox I would spend in my way. Ceylon cinnamon ordered for us and got our meals for free. We watched television as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were undressed and in bed with me snuggled up to her cover with my arm around her. I cupped her breast with my hand. I squeezed it lightly.

"That feeling good,"said Cinnamon."But no sex tonight. I am a trivial sore."

"I understand,"I said still caressing her tit."Ceylon cinnamon tree, you are a very beautiful woman and men look your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a spirit of recognition on some of their faces."

After a minute or so she said,"Well … I may know why."She stopped."I … I was in playboy a span of class ago."

I let that sump in. I did not need to say the wrong thing.

"You are trusted soul I would like to see naked,"I said.

"You … you do n't think less of me, do you ?"she asked.

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both interesting and turn on. I never thought I would receive sex with a man-about-town model."Still picking my words carefully.

"playboy model, hardly. I heard they were looking for women for an forthcoming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an data piece of paper. They called me back for an interview the adjacent day. I must receive done well. At the end of the interview they asked if I would stay to have some clothed moving picture taken. They called a few days later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the account shorter I made it into the magazine,"she finished.

"congratulations,"I said.

"Thank you !"she said in a wear out voice.

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a short time just thinking about how favourable I was to have made dear to somebody who appeared in Playboy .