Bahamas holiday

My bride-to-be, Debby, and I had dated since we were 15. It is now over 9 years later. I was on an airplane, heading for capital of the Bahamas in the Bahamas for what to have been our honeymoon.

My mind drifted back to I Holocene epoch events.

Debby and I became engaged over a year ago, after we had both finished our bachelor academic degree. I was working toward being a veterinarian. She was a physical education teacher, at least until a month ago.

A month ago I received a shout from Debby's mother at 3:00 A.M. on a Lord's Day morning. Debby had not returned from visiting her cousin Cindy at college. Cindy was working toward becoming a tooth doctor. Debby was expected to be home around midnight. This was the 1980's so there were no cubicle telephone. Debby's mother was worried. We both knew Debby would have called if she knew she was going to be late, at least if she was able.

I told her mother that I would be over in a few minutes. I got dressed and made the light slip to her house. We spoke and determined that she should stay put at the house in typeface Debby called or came nursing home. I was going to go to the constabulary post to ask if they had any information. I didn't want to call the police, tying up the speech sound, in case Debby called.

I left and arrived at the police post 10 proceedings later. I explained the situation to the officer I was directed to. He looked through the information he had usable. There were no account for the brand, example, or license dental plate of the car Debby was driving. I gave them my entropy and the information for Debby's mother. He said they would call if anything came in.

I went back to Debby's mother's house. Debby still was not there and had not called. I stayed trying to assure her mother that everything was going to be all powerful. About 20 minutes later the phone rang. Debby's mother answered. I quickly knew it was not Debby, but it was the police. Her mother's mouth quivered, she began crying, then she dropped the phone. I picked it up. I told the police officer who I was. He repeated what he had said. The car Debby was driving had been found. She had hit a prominent cervid, then apparently lost control and crashed. Debby did not survive.

Later that break of the day we went to identify the trunk. I gave Debby one last osculation. Her lips were frigidity and stiff. The funeral was later that week. Many phallus of Debby's family were there. Cindy, Debby's untested cousin, ran over to me and gave me a immense hug. She sobbed on my shoulder.

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

Cindy and I had first met at Debby's 15th birthday party. We had seen each other off and on since at various family consequence. It was hard to see her. She was 9 months jr. than Debby, but could have been Debby's twin or at least a young sister. I even felt like I had Debby in my arms as we cried together. I finally had to let her go as other people wanted to offer their sympathy. Sandy and Peggy, friends Debby and I had throughout grade school, were also there. We spoke for a short sentence before the funeral ceremonial occasion. They both offered their fellow feeling. It was near to see them again. I had nit seen them since gamey school. The funeral ceremony at the church was short.

We proceeded to the graveside. Debby's female parent and I rode together. I held Debby's mother as we walked to the chairperson by the graveside. She sobbed heavily as throughout the graveside ceremony and as the jewel casket was lowered.

Back to the present.

I was in an airplane headed to Nassau. It was the day after the day Debby and I were to possess been married. This was to possess 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 weeks.

We landed just before 2:00 PM. I took a motorbus bus from the airport to my hotel. As we crossed the bridge going over to Shangri-la Island I got a howling survey of 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 respective of my fellow passengers off the Jitney Bus and into the hotel. I waited in line 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 light peel with batch of lentigo on her fount and blazon. She had reddish-brown eyes and an entrancing grin. Her vocalization was almost musical. Her unleash conform to uniform gave lilliputian 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 room for two for 6 nights,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said.

I must accept gotten a anguish or sad feeling 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 ! okey. You are in room 322,"she had as she handed me the key."Let me know 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 door and stepped into my room. The inaugural thing I noticed was a vase of long-stemmed, red roses and a feeding bottle of campaign chilling. I had ordered these for a surprise when Debby and I arrived. Again I choked up thought of Debby.

I couldn't stay in the 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.

"right wing through that room access,"she answered, pointing to the door at the rear of the hotel.

"Thank you, Cinnamomum zeylanicum !"I said.

Straight ahead was a gorgeous Caucasian George Sand beach that stretched out in both directions. To the left was a thatched roof on stilts. 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 latterly 1940s. The char was probably around 30. It was heavy to be sure because of the large amount of composition she was wearing. I set my towel on a professorship and slipped into the other end of the hot tub. I closed my eye enjoying the heat of the water moving around my trunk. I could pick up whispering, giggling, and snicker coming from the other end about 12 foundation away. Then I heard some low moaning from both I them. There was obviously some interesting natural process occurring at the other end of the hot tub. I opened my eyes. The man glanced at me and then whispered something to his female person companion. She looked at me with temper. 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 oculus again. I relaxed again in the warmly water supply. After several instant I thought I heard someone approaching.

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

I opened my middle standing above me was Cinnamon, the hotel shop clerk. She was wearing a gown and had a towel in her mitt.

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

She laid the towel on a nearby chair, then removed the robe and placed it on top of her towel. I was not disappointed with what was under the robe. Cinnamon had long, slender, well-toned legs. She had a classic hourglass fig. 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 disappointed. She was well-toned, an athletic build, but not overly muscled. Her cheek was wonderfully framed by her strawberry pilus. Her red-brown eye were promising and sparkled. Her grin, lips and teeth were perfect. Her breasts were salutary sized and filled out the top of her bikini fountainhead. She stepped down into the hot tub. She sat down a few feet from me. She sunk down until the tops of her bosom were just above the water. She laid her head back and closed her eyes.

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

"Sorry,"I said.

"Do n't be sorry. It's a compliment,"she said. A couple of moment passed."You don't have to answer if you don't wish to. Who was supposed to be here with you ?"

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

"T.this w.was to possess b.been my h.honeymoon,"I stammered. She frowned, but looked very large-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. I am not sure enough why, but I felt well-heeled 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 adjacent to her. I didn't move for various minutes. Her rid manus stroked my hair. My headland slid dispirited and I could get word her warmheartedness drubbing. I eventually stopped crying.

"Do you have any design for dinner ?"she asked.

"No,"I answered.

"I know a post with pretty secure Bahamian intellectual nourishment that is casual and relaxing, without a lot of people,"she said."Are you interested ?"

"Sounds in effect !"I answered not really wanting to move, but I was getting hungry."Do you do this with all your sad hotel Edgar Albert Guest ?"

"No just the ones that take the time and involvement to make love my name. Not just look at me as a part of the hotel furniture. Beside you looked like you needed a protagonist. I'll go change. You go to your room and variety. I will see you in my car at the front room access 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 way and changed quickly. When I walked out the front door, Cinnamon was waiting. I got into the car. We drove over the bridge back into capital of the Bahamas. 10 minute of arc later she drove into the driveway of a small 4-unit flat building.

"Where are we ?"I asked.

"A position with pretty just Bahamian food, casual, and not a lot if citizenry,"she said."My flat. Come on in. I prepared something net night. I just need to warm it up."I hesitated."seed on. You do n't need to be in a crew and you don't need to be alone in your hotel way. If you want to talk I'm a secure attender. If you don't want to talk you'll still get a unspoiled meal."

She made a lot of sense. I followed her up to the east facing apartment on the second trading floor. She unlocked the door walked in, I followed shutting the doorway behind me. She looked around and shrugged. She set her things on the table in the boom area at the far end on the principal room. She pointed at a death chair at one side 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 overt and then pans being set on the kitchen range. I heard the water running filling a container. When the water stopped I saw the school principal of a blackamoor cat pigeon berry around the nook of the threshold that led to the bedroom. We looked at each other for a short time before I turned away. From my experience with my own cat I knew most bozo did not like being stared at. I watched the cat out of the street corner of my eye. It crept out into wide-cut view.

"How are you doing ?"asked cinnamon bark from the kitchen.

"Fine,"I answered but not too loudly."You have a very skillful 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 impress toward me and was now smelling my drogue. I have a cat at home, so her cat may have picked up my cat 's odor. If I left the wind cone draftsman open I would usually determine my cat sleeping on my socks. Her cat was now rubbing against my legs, either a sign of acceptance or marking territory. I tapped my digit on my lap and the cat jumped up. I stated scratching it under the chin and the side of the expression. It began purring.

Cinnamon came around the corner stopped and said,"Wow cleaning lady does not usually get cheeseparing stranger. You must be a good guy."

"I love cats. I have one of my own named Shadow,"I said.

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

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

"phone great !"I responded.

"The feeding bottle is over on the shelf on the paries. There is a bottle screw in the drawer below it,"she said.

I put charwoman on one of the hot seat at the tabular array. Found the decline feeding bottle. I grabbed 2 glasses and the corkscrew and placed them all in social movement of Char. Cinnamomum zeylanicum came in with home, napkins 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 napkin in front of 2 chairs across from each other near the end where woman was sitting. charwoman was silently watching the action. cinnamon brought in a loaf of unsliced bread with a loot tongue. She smiled when she saw I had set the table. I popped the bottle cork and poured 2 field glass of wine-colored. succeeding she came out with a large bowl of albumen rice. This was followed by a heavy pot which was steaming. Whatever it was it smelled great. charr must receive agreed her nose was up in the air taking in the aroma.

"This is stewed Pisces the Fishes. It has cultivated carrot, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and of course of study Fish,"Cinnamon explained.

She sat and took a couple of heaping spoons of the Elmer Reizenstein and then topped in with the stew. I did the Sami. She took a humble piece of cultivated carrot and mashed it on a lowly crustal plate, she did the same with potato, and Pisces the Fishes. Char patiently watched with definite sake. She moved the denture to the level and cleaning woman joined it.

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

The meal was terrific, delicious, and well seasoned. 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 younger babe and a untried blood brother. I have finished my under-graduate point and have been accepted into a veterinary college computer program. I will be starting my 3rd year in the fall. I am currently working in a vet's clinic as an assistant as many hours as I can. I have a small apartment near campus. I live there with my cat, Shadow."I told her. I refilled our wine glasses.

Cinnamon told me about herself. She said,"I am 25. I grew up in Badger State near Madison."

This explained her accent. She had a Midwestern dialect modified with an English-Caribbean accent.

cinnamon continued,"I have one sister, a Twin. I graduated college with a unmarried man's degree in Business Management. In my senior yr there was a posted opportunity for a job with procession to hotel direction in the Bahamas. I and dozen of my classmates applied. Three of us were selected to be interviewed. The comparable to deliver Americans at the hotel because of the number of American holidaymaker. They picked me. I Have been here a picayune over a 2 long time. I like the work, but it has been kind of lonely. I 've tried geological dating, but almost of the Guy are only interested in one thing."

She stopped and sighed, then she began clearing the mesa. 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 leftovers. We washed the looker, setting them out to dry.

We sat back at the table. Cinnamon sat in the electric chair charr had previously been in. I again refilled our wine glasses. cinnamon bark put her hand on mine. Her script was balmy and warm.

"Tell me more about Debby,"she said.

I decided to tell her the hale story."Debby and I knew each other since the commencement grade. In second mark her parents decided to get divorced. I was there and comforted her during the other years. She ended up moving to boodle with her begetter. She was there for a little over 6 years. Her Padre had a spirit attack and died. Debby then moved back to live with her female parent just before our entrant twelvemonth in heights school. We dated throughout highschool school and college. We had our get-go sexual experience with each other,"I said then paused.

I didn't believe I had just said this to a alien. cinnamon bark squeezed my hand.

"Please continue,"she encouraged.

"About a year after we both completed our bachelor-at-arms level, I asked Debby to tie me. We set the day of the month about a year out. We had completed most of our plans and homework,"I said and paused.

Again cinnamon bark squeezed my 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 interest group, and I kept losing my concentration. After a couple of days the head vet suggested I get away. That's when I decided to charter the trip-up I already had planned."

"I am sorry. I wish there was some I could say or do,"Cinnamon said.

We sat in silence for several minutes.

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

"Sure,"I responded.

She went into her bedchamber. I thought I heard her talking. After a few transactions she emerged with a cribbage board and a deck of cards.

"Cribbage or Gin ?"she asked.

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

We played gin for quite some time. We talked and laughed as the Night progressed. She definitely beat me at gin. We switched over to cribbage. I won the first game. Cinnamon won the second gear biz. It came down to the third biz. I got lucky and ended up skunking her.

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

I knew it was only about 20 second 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 elbow room. The sofa was more of a lovemaking can, not big enough to sleep comfortably on. She noticed me looking around.

"The only place I have to sleep is on the bed. It's a queen so there is plenty of room,"she said."We are both adult, it will be fine."

I hesitated then agreed. She picked up the game, went to the kitchen and put water and nutrient down for the cat. She locked the doors and turned out the brightness level, leaving only the bedroom twinkle on. She walked to the bedroom, I followed. She grabbed her hairbrush, then sat on the border of her bed and started brushing her hair. I watched for a few seconds then went over and sat future to her. I put my paw around her hand with the brush.

"May I ?"I asked.

She handed the brush to me. I began brushing her hair's-breadth. I had brushed Debby's hair several prison term. Long blue-blooded strokes through her shimmering hair. When she was satisfy she stood up and went into the john. She returned after a curt metre. My jaw dropped. She was completely bare. I starred surprise and with hold. I felt some stirring between my legs.

"You're staring again,"she giggled.

"Sorry,"I said.

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

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

"No indigence to change that on my account,"she said with a huge grinning on her facial expression.

I stepped into the bathroom. Washed up a little, then removed my clothes and put them in a pile next to her clothes. I looked in the full distance mirror on the binding of the door. I had torn the ACL in my right genu during my second-year year of college basketball. It had been repaired, but my diddle Clarence Shepard Day Jr. were over. I kept in near shape with other action. I walked back into the bedroom. Cinnamon had gotten into bed and covered herself with a sail. The lights were off except for a lamp on Cinnamon 's side 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 chuckle getting into bed.

I just laid there on my back for a few arcminute. Still not certain what her intentions were, I was not making the initiative motion. I was in a foreign rural area and not wanting to be accused of any illegal bodily function.

"May I snuggle with you ?"Cinnamon asked.

"Yes, for sure"I answered.

She rolled over on her side. I put my arm around her. She pressed up against me. I felt her bosom press into my side. 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 little time to work what she said. Her fingers started running through my chest hair. It felt so good to be touched by a fair sex again and to be lying future to one. I kissed her on the forehead. She tilted her point and our lips met. Her rim were lenient, warm, and supple. I wrapped my other arm around her and pulled her tighter. I caressed her back. She shivered at my touch. She opened her oral cavity and our clapper explored each others mouths. I brought my hired man around to the strawman and cupped her boob. Ceylon cinnamon tree drew in a late breathing spell, then let it out slowly. I massaged her breast slowly and methodically. She moaned into my mouth. I lightly pinched her mamilla and she jerked a little, but pressed her tit into my hand. Her hired hand moved lower across my breadbasket, then down preceding my waist. I felt her finger's breadth on my member. She rubbed the sides of my penis with the sides of her fingers. I had already grown to nearly wax size of it. She rubbed the head word of my rod and I moaned softly. She wrapped her finger's breadth around it and began slowly pumping. My hand moved down across her stomach, then down until it encountered her Dubya. I stroked her scrub for several seconds before moving lower to her vaginal lips. cinnamon bark inhaled and exhaled deeply as I stroked the outside of her lips. I could tell she was enjoying the attention, by the warmness and moisture coming from her.

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

She was continuing to stroke me moving the full length of my rod. I used one finger's breadth to run between her kitty-cat lips while continuing to fondle the outside with two other fingerbreadth. I pressed my middle finger between her lip. It was quickly coated with her succus. At the top of my separatrix I pushed my finger deeper searching for her clitoris. I was soon successful and began rubbing her love button with my fingertip. Cinnamon drew in another inscrutable breath and arched her back pushing against my finger. I moved my fingerbreadth lower and pushed it into her. She jerked and moaned happily. She kissed me harder and more rapidly pumped my penis. I moved up over her onto my knees and one arm. She began directing my penis to her dearest pickle. I withdrew my hand 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 oral sex of my phallus was touching her twat mouth. She pushed her pelvis up and I slipped inside her. I lowered myself until I was completely inside her. She was very tight, but her natural lubrication made it easy. cinnamon wrapped her legs and blazonry around me. Her vaginal muscles gripped me.

"Make love to me ! Fill 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 bark pushed up to adjoin each slash. I was quickly reaching the decimal point of no takings.

"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 slit contracted and relaxed around me. Her body shook and she screamed again. I pumped a few more times before I shot my load into her. I continued to pump into as her climax continued. She went limp on the bed. I flopped over on my gage adjacent to her. Ceylon cinnamon tree continued to pant trying to catch her breath for a brace of minutes. I put my arm around her and gently pulled her succeeding to me. Her ventilation returned to normal. She had a huge smile on her face. I looked at the actor's assistant on the bulwark past the foot of the bed. woman was sitting there looking at us. I wondered how tenacious 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 happy, content look on her expression. I then realized how a great deal I had missed having someone next to me in bed .