Bahamas Vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from memory board after my fiancee 's, Debby's, last. We had planned to be here, capital of the Bahamas, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two Nox together. She has the adjacent two days off and has offered to be my duty tour templet. )

I woke up in the sunup in Cinnamon's bed at her apartment. I still had my sleeve around her, however during the Nox she had turned and was facing away from me. I was snuggled up close to her. I loved the smell of her fuzz. I was not sure enough if it was her shampoo or perfume. My penis was slightly rear and nestled between her butt cheek. I did not want to wake Cinnamon. It felt grand just laying here following to her. Her skin was so smooth and lenient. About a 60 minutes later she began to put forward. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fear in her eyes. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

"Good sunrise !"she said."I just am not used to waking up with individual else in my bed."

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

"We need to get set for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to travel this tactile property so salutary. 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 hours last night."

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

Her cat cleaning lady jumped up on the bed and walked up and meowed in Cinnamon's face.

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

Cinnamon got up and went to the kitchen. In a few minutes she came back into the bedchamber. I watched her breasts spring as she walked toward the bed.

"Do you require to take on ‘ Follow the Leader'?"she asked.

"With you leading I will definitely keep abreast !"I answered.

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

"Hold out your hands,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquid soap in them, then put some in her hand. She started by rubbing soap on my chest. I returned the favor. Soaping her knocker. She tipped her head back and enjoyed my hired hand moving around her teat. Cinnamon moved down to my stomach, then down to my penis and glob. Sliding her paw all around my member. I was already fully erect. I moved my hand around to her backbone and caressed her back from shoulders down to her backside end. She reached around to my rear end pulling unaired to her. My penis was now trapped between our consistence with the question pressing against her navel. I grabbed her bum with both helping hand. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, house cheeks. She moaned running her hands up and down my back. I moved my finger's breadth between her butt brass. I circled a couple of fingers around her ass yap. She pushed back against them. I pushed my fingers inside. She was extremely tight and her anatomical sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my other hand to her front and lathered her pubic hair and pussy lips. She began pumping my member with her hand. I soaped her love button to groan of pleasure. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two fingers inside her love golf hole to a pant from Cinnamon. I had fingers moving in and out of her front and her rear.

"piece of tail me Andy ! Fuck me !"she yelled.

I pushed her back against the wall and used my hand to maneuver my hard-on into her vagina. I continued to propel my finger's breadth in the back as C. H. Best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my putz into her with Ceylon cinnamon gasping for breath. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck opening to keep from collapsing on the floor. I pushed one concluding time into her and then exploded into her. Cinnamon groaned and shook as she reached her orgasm. Her vaginal heftiness 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 spell ), no ( breath ), more,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the water supply was tuning down her back. She regained her breath, then turned to confront the exhibitioner. I put some more soap on my hands and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started working it into her hair. There was the aroma I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her hair. She had a lot of hair. It reached to the middle of her backrest. I loved the shiny red colouring material. She bent over to rinse her hair. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect member. It slipped between her cheeks and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

"Not now, maybe another clock time. The hot water will be running out soon,"she explained.

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

We repositioned so I could wet my tomentum. As soon as my hair was wet Cinnamon began shampooing my hair. I don't think anyone else had washed my hair since my mother did it when I was a child. It felt good. The water quickly was becoming tank. I rinsed quickly. We changed places again and Cinnamon rinsed a few property on her body that had been missed before. She turned the water off. We used the towels on the counter to dry each other. This was nearly as exciting as the time in the shower. Her skin from read/write head to understructure was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a large number of freckles, 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 flying breakfast, she put down dry intellectual nourishment and a bowl of pee for cleaning lady, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the whole 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 signal for Blackbeard's tower toward the east end of the island. I 've always had some fascination with sea robber,"I said."And I … ah … never mind."

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

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

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go fishing with my Father-God in Wisconsin,"cinnamon said."We will try to find Blackbeard's Tower later today. I do sustain to contain at the hotel before we start our day."

We drove off and went across the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked outside the main entrance. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 minute of arc later she returned. We drove off back over the bridge to Nassau.

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

We parked in a lot at the bottom of the inning of the stairs. The Queen's Staircase is 66 steps that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the final part of the 1700 's. It was renamed world-beater's Staircase for the reign of pouf Victoria who had freed the slaves in the Bahamas and reigned for 64 years. I learned later that one of the stair had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a number of vender selling items that were right out of the business district Straw Market. Cinnamon and I took flick of the former standing at the tooshie of the stairs. One of the men selling items offered to take in a picture of both of us for a dollar mark. I gave him the money and he took the picture. Cinnamon and I walked up the stairs holding hands. To one face of the stairs there was a small waterfall cascading down toward the bottom. I noticed several men turning their heads to look at cinnamon bark. Some had an verbalism of acknowledgment on their fount. cinnamon bark was a very beautiful adult female so I could understand them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a turn of word-painting situation cards and a short book with info regarding the staircase, water pillar, and fortress. This was the highest pointedness on the island. It made mother wit that the pee column and fort were located here. The step were constructed to make it easier to get to the high point where the fort was located. Again I noticed respective men turning their heads as Ceylon cinnamon passed. We paid a small fee to go to the top of the water column. We took the elevator to the top, the elevator wheeler dealer recited a short circuit history of the urine tower and statistic regarding it 's elevation. I handed him a match of dollars as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observation deck and could view the unit island since the sky was elucidate. It was a wonderful sight. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the universal counselling of the drome. Again we took pictorial matter of each former with various views in the background. A Whitney Young boy offered to hold a pictorial matter of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our impression. I handed him a dyad of clam when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile yearner then took the spiral stairway to the bottom.

We then walked over to fortress Fincastle. The fort was shaped like a paddle boat apparently to deceive ships approaching the harbour. When it was used as a fort it had a act of cannon to be used if unfriendly ships approached. We walked around the garrison, but did not take the"functionary"tour. Again there were a act of men taking Thomas More than a casual notice of Cinnamomum zeylanicum. Some with an expression of identification. We left the fort and went back down the Queen's Staircase to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few hour we came to another garrison, fort Charlotte. This was a much larger fortress. We walked across the bridgework over the dry moat. We joined a group that was gathering for a turn. There were about 20 of us when the enlistment started. Our duty tour pathfinder went through the history of the garrison, injected wit as he did. We completed the amphetamine grade and moved to the lower level. On the lower level there were dungeons with mannequins depicting tortures that may birth taken place.

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

nigh everyone chuckled. We completed the spell of the lower stratum. The guide told us to stick around for the firing of the cannon at noon. I handed the conduct $ 5 as we exited the low grade. The kindling of the shank was in 15 minutes so we waited around. We took pictures of each early standing by one of the cannons. In a few seconds a Young boy came over and offered to pack a moving-picture show of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious notice of cinnamon. A young man was telling the radical about the shank. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to charge it with a partial charge. He prepared the cannon and jibe it with a loud godsend. The carom rocked back a curtly length then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a quick luncheon, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission. We walked along the path with our arms around each early. We looked at various of the flora and animals that were on display. We got to the pith of the gardens. There was a open domain with benches arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for"The marching of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to occur in about 15 minutes. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the traffic circle. The flight simulator 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 pictures. The flamingos surrounded her and I took several pictures. After the show ended we walked over to the sea life expanse. There were a number of fish and other occupy sea creatures. We came around the corner and there was a prominent shallow pool with a number of sea turtle.

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

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the pool and secured one of the polo-neck. extra multitude gathered around the consortium. He brought the polo-neck over to the side of the pool.

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

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

"This is a hawksbill turtle,"he said.

This turtle had a curved nib and beautiful shell and cutis colour. It was much small-scale than the former turtle and he was able to nobble it completely out if the water system. It flapped it's front flippers and looked like it was trying to fly.

"I can't let you adjoin it. It may sting,"he warned.

He had a box for donations and I left a generous one. We walked into the natural endowment shop.

cinnamon tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of turtle shells. Sea polo-neck are endangered and you can't take turtle products into the US"

There was a lot of turtle cuticle jewellery. Much of it was fairly expensive. The next display cause had a excerption of couch shell jewellery. When Ceylon cinnamon tree was looking at some former item, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell chandelier shaped like a heart. We left the gift shop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"cinnamon asked.

"Something for my female parent,"I answered.

"Do you still want to try to find Edward Thatch's towboat ? ”, Cinnamon asked.

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

We drove to the place I had seen the signboard the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a star sign by a puzzle area big enough for maybe 4 cars to park. We parked future to the only car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a narrow lead that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Cinnamon only because she had gotten to the start of the path first. I watched her rear end as she walked in figurehead of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in forepart of me. The trail got steeper as we went. An old I. F. Stone anatomical structure came into sight as the course became a crumbling set of I. F. Stone steps.

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

A couple came down the stairs toward us. I recognized the woman first, then the man. They were the couple from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a adept look at Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the tower. There was a metal sign that that difficult to read because it was corroded. It said a trivial about the tower. It was built in the 1700's, but the constructor are not known for sealed. We went into the tower and managed to rise to the top. From the top we had a good view of the East end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a unspoiled vantage distributor point to see incoming ships and make some variety of sign to other theatrical role of the island.

I kissed Ceylon cinnamon and said,"Thanks for a terrific day."

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

"I want to be a pirate 's bird,"Ceylon cinnamon tree whispered in my ear.

She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a turn of houses that had a view of the top of the tower. I suggested we move to the lower floor. I got down first and helped Cinnamon down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my drawers and pulled them and my underwear down to my mortise joint. I pulled down her gasp and step-in. We kicked off our brake shoe and dress. I looked intently at the beautiful naked adult female in front of me.

"You are staring,"Ceylon cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my hands on her breasts.

"Ye have sizeable bosoms my wench,"I said trying to do my estimable pirate imitation.

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

"I intend to make 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 liquid portion of the stone wall. I kissed her laborious and pushed my glossa against her lip and she opened her lips to allow for it's entry. Cinnamon moaned into my oral fissure. She grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the base of the bulwark. My erect member pushed between her ramification then up the crack between her stub cheeks. It was a strange sensation with the top of phallus pressed against her fond body and the underside against the ice chest stone bulwark. I moved a hand down between her legs and located her pussycat. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingerbreadth between her kitty lips.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye make me find so good."

I moved my finger's breadth along her vaginal back talk. She pushed into them. I found her clit and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.

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

She moaned again more loudly as my finger rubbed over her love life button. I pressed down and moved my finger in a circular motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the wall and her ass cheeks. My balls bumped against her thigh with each relocation forward. I pushed one and then a second digit into her love hole. Her vaginal walls pressed around my fingers. I thrust them in and out to moans of approval.

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

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

"If your cannonballs are ready you should load up your shank !"Cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"shank"have access to her dearest hole. She guided me into her. Her lovesome deal felt goodness compared to the dusty wall the undersurface of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, tight love tunnel.

"Time to prime your carom,"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 of the cheery afternoon. The flavor of the salt air just added to the pleasure we both were feeling.

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

"fervour when quick !"cinnamon returned, just as I felt her clinch around my cannon.

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

I shot my lading into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her consistency tighten up and her arms and vaginal muscular tissue squeezed me again in her endorsement orgasm. I continued to pump.

"halt, plosive speech sound !"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 ventilation returned to pattern and at to the lowest degree my heart stopped pounding in my chest of drawers. We gathered our apparel and began getting dressed. I helped Cinnamon with her bra. We heard the vox of fry saying Blackbeard's Tower coming from down the trail. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumbling stairs. At the end of the stair where the route leveled out, we were passed by 2 young boy maybe 12 and 10. A few indorsement later a younger daughter passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a long look Cinnamon.

The mother said,"Hi ! How often farther ?"

"Not far, a little over 100 foundation, but it gets exorbitant,"I replied.

She thanked me as we all continued on our way. We got back to the car and horde 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 ?"Cinnamomum zeylanicum asked.

"I'll just stay 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 particular notice of Ceylon cinnamon tree today. Some with a hint of realisation. In a few minutes Cinnamon got back in the car.

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

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

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The husband of soul I work with takes people out fishing for a living. He usually takes Tuesday and Wednesday off, but agreed to takes us out for half Mary Leontyne Price if we pay for gas, and bait."

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

"Do you mind us staying in your hotel way ? We could order room service and get to bed ahead of time,"Cinnamon said."We are supposed to cope with Ken at the docking facility at six."

"Sound full 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 night I would spend in my elbow room. Cinnamon ordered for us and got our repast for free. We watched TV as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were strip and in bed with me snuggled up to her backrest with my arm around her. I cupped her bosom with my hand. I squeezed it lightly.

"That spirit good,"said Cinnamomum zeylanicum."But no sex tonight. I am a lilliputian sore."

"I understand,"I said still caressing her titty."Cinnamon, you are a very beautiful cleaning woman and men see your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a look of credit on some of their faces."

After a minute or so she said,"Well … I may do it why."She stopped."I … I was in Playboy a couple of class ago."

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

"You are for sure someone I would like to see raw,"I said.

"You … you do n't cerebrate to a lesser extent of me, do you ?"she asked.

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both interesting and exciting. I never thought I would take sex with a Playboy model."Still picking my give-and-take carefully.

"man-about-town good example, hardly. I heard they were looking for womanhood for an upcoming pictorial of mid-West college womanhood. I went and filled out an selective information sheet of paper. They called me back for an interview the next day. I must have done well. At the end of the interview they asked if I would outride to have some clothed pictures taken. They called a few solar day later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the level shorter I made it into the magazine,"she finished.

"kudos,"I said.

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

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a short time just thinking about how prosperous I was to have made sexual love to someone who appeared in Playboy .