Bahamas holiday ( 3 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from memories after my fiancee 's, Debby's, demise. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two nights together. She has the next two days off and has offered to be my tour template. )

I woke up in the morning in Ceylon cinnamon tree's bed at her apartment. I still had my arms 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 tone of her hair. I was not sure if it was her shampoo or perfume. My penis was slightly vertical and nestled between her butt boldness. I did not want to waken cinnamon. It felt wonderful just laying here adjacent to her. Her hide was so smooth and balmy. About a 60 minutes later she began to stir. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fear in her eyes. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

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

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

"We need to get ready for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to impress this smell so good. Do you want to go back to the hotel for clothes ?"

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

"goodness ! That gives us a more fourth dimension before we leave,"she said.

Her cat Char 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.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum got up and went to the kitchen. In a few minutes she came back into the sleeping accommodation. I watched her breasts bounce as she walked toward the bed.

"Do you need to play ‘ Follow the drawing card'?"she asked.

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

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

"Hold out your hired hand,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put limpid goop in them, then put some in her paw. She started by rubbing soap on my bureau. I returned the favor. Soaping her knocker. She tipped her forefront back and enjoyed my hands moving around her nipples. Cinnamon moved down to my abdomen, then down to my penis and balls. Sliding her hired hand all around my member. I was already fully erect. I moved my hand around to her back and caressed her back from shoulder joint down to her tush end. She reached around to my keister end pulling secretive to her. My member was now trapped between our bodies with the head pressing against her navel. I grabbed her butt with both hired hand. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, firm brass. She moaned running her mitt up and down my backrest. I moved my fingers between her hind end impertinence. I circled a couple of finger's breadth around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my fingerbreadth inside. She was extremely crocked and her sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my other hand to her front and lathered her pubic hairsbreadth and pussy lips. She began pumping my penis with her hired man. I soaped her get laid button to moans of joy. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two finger's breadth inside her love hole to a pant from Cinnamon. I had fingers moving in and out of her figurehead and her rear.

"Fuck me Andy ! screwing me !"she yelled.

I pushed her back against the wall and used my helping hand to guide my erection into her vagina. I continued to move my digit in the back as best I could. I pushed until my member was fully inside her. I began ramming my prick into her with cinnamon gasping for breathing spell. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck to keep from collapsing on the floor. I pushed one last-place 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 final of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

"No ( breath ), no ( breath ), More,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the H2O was tuning down her back. She regained her breathing spell, then turned to confront the shower. I put some more soap on my hands and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the feeding bottle of shampoo and started working it into her hair. There was the perfume I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her whisker. She had a lot of hair. It reached to the middle of her rear. I loved the shiny red semblance. She bent over to gargle 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 time. The hot weewee will be running out soon,"she explained.

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

We repositioned so I could wet my hair. As soon as my fuzz was wet Cinnamon began shampooing my hair. I don't think anyone else had washed my hair's-breadth since my mother did it when I was a child. It felt good. The water quickly was becoming cooler. I rinsed quickly. We changed station again and Cinnamon rinsed a few places on her soundbox that had been missed before. She turned the water off. We used the towels on the counter to dry each former. This was nearly as stir as the metre in the shower. Her peel from head to substructure was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a great number of freckle, but these just added to her lulu. I brushed her hair after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a ready breakfast, she put down dry food and a arena of water for Char, 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.

"well, yesterday when I went exploring I saw a sign for Thatch's Tower toward the east end of the island. I 've always had some fascination with pirates,"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. sportfishing here would be an concern experience. But that would require a lot of planning before hand."

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go sportfishing with my father in Wisconsin,"Ceylon cinnamon said."We will try to find Blackbeard's Tower later today. I do have to stop at the hotel before we start our day."

We drove off and went across the bridge deck to Paradise Island. She parked outside the main entree. 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 pillar, and fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the undersurface of the stairs. The Queen's Staircase is 66 steps that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the final theatrical role of the 1700 's. It was renamed Queen's Staircase for the reign of poove capital of Seychelles who had freed the slaves in the Bahamas and reigned for 64 class. I learned later that one of the steps had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a issue of vendor selling item that were properly out of the downtown Straw mart. Cinnamon and I took pic of the other standing at the hindquarters of the stair. One of the men selling items offered to take a picture of both of us for a dollar bill. I gave him the money and he took the characterization. Cinnamon and I walked up the stair holding hands. To one English of the stairs there was a small waterfall cascading down toward the tail. I noticed several men turning their heads to look at Cinnamon. Some had an look of recognition on their face. Cinnamon was a very beautiful woman so I could realise them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a number of picture post card game and a brusk book with information regarding the staircase, water tug, and fort. This was the highest point on the island. It made sense that the water pillar and fort were located here. The stairs were constructed to make it easier to get to the high school point where the fort was located. Again I noticed several men turning their heads as Cinnamomum zeylanicum passed. We paid a minuscule fee to go to the top of the water pillar. We took the lift to the top, the elevator wheeler dealer recited a short story of the water tower and statistics regarding it 's tiptop. I handed him a distich of dollars as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observation deck and could consider the unit island since the sky was exonerated. It was a wonderful sight. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the world-wide direction of the airport. Again we took pictures of each former with diverse views in the backdrop. A Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy offered to select a picture of both of us. He stood on a judiciary and took our picture. I handed him a couple of dollars when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the spiral stairway to the bottom.

We then walked over to fort Fincastle. The garrison was shaped like a totter boat apparently to betray ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a fortress it had a number of cannon to be used if uncongenial ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not take the"official"tour. Again there were a routine 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 pouf's Staircase to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few minutes we came to another fort, garrison Queen City. This was a much large fort. We walked across the bridge over the dry moat. We joined a group that was gathering for a tour. There were about 20 of us when the tour started. Our tour guide went through the chronicle of the fortress, injected humor as he did. We completed the upper story and moved to the lower level. On the frown level there were keep with manakin depicting tortures that may have taken place.

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

well-nigh everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the lower level. The pathfinder told us to stick around for the firing of the cannon at noon. I handed the guide $ 5 as we exited the lower tier. The firing off of the cannon was in 15 second so we waited around. We took pictures of each other standing by one of the cannons. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to call for a picture of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious notice of Cinnamon. A Cy Young man was telling the group about the cannon. He was going to open fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to load it with a fond charge. He prepared the cannon and guesswork it with a loud thunder. The shank rocked back a short distance then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a nimble tiffin, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission. We walked along the way with our arms around each early. We looked at several of the plants and beast that were on show. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a open orbit with workbench arranged in a semi-circle. hoi polloi were gathering for"The March of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to pass in about 15 arcminute. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The trainer asked if anyone would like to tread into the circle and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Ceylon cinnamon tree to go out so I could get a few painting. The flamingos surrounded her and I took respective pictures. After the show ended we walked over to the sea life area. There were a routine of fish and other interesting sea creatures. We came around the turning point and there was a gravid shallow pool with a number of sea turtles.

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

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the pool and secured one of the turtles. Additional mass gathered around the pool. He brought the polo-neck over to the face of the pool.

"This is a green sea polo-neck,"he explained.

He allowed us to allude the back of it's eggshell. He then tipped the polo-neck up with it's headway and front flipper in the air. We touched the shell on its venter. It was smoother than the shell on it's back. He gave others the Saame chance. He next secured another turtleneck.

"This is a hawksbill turtleneck,"he said.

This turtle had a curved beak and beautiful shell and skin coloration. It was much little than the other turtle and he was able to lift it completely out if the water. It flapped it's forepart fin and looked like it was trying to fly.

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

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

Ceylon cinnamon tree tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of turtle case. Sea turtles are endangered and you can't consume turtle mathematical product into the U.S."

There was a lot of turtleneck shell jewelry. Much of it was fairly expensive. The following display event had a option of redact shell jewelry. When Cinnamon was looking at some other items, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendant shaped like a sum. We left the giving shop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"cinnamon bark asked.

"Something for my female parent,"I answered.

"Do you still want to try to find Blackbeard's tug ? ”, Cinnamon asked.

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

We drove to the place I had seen the planetary house the day before. We drove a trivial farther. We saw a foretoken by a gravel domain big enough for maybe 4 cars to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a narrow trail that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Cinnamon only because she had gotten to the jump of the path first. I watched her rear end as she walked in front line of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front of me. The trail got steeper as we went. An old stone body structure came into sight as the track became a crumbling set of I. F. Stone steps.

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

A distich came down the stairs toward us. I recognized the char 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 effective looking at at cinnamon bark, but scowled at me. We got to the tugboat. There was a metal preindication that that difficult to read because it was corroded. It said a trivial about the tug. It was built in the 1700's, but the constructor are not known for certain. We went into the tower and managed to go up to the top. From the top we had a sound view of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a proficient vantage point to see entering ships and gain some kind of signal to other parts of the island.

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

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

"I want to be a pirate 's doll,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum whispered in my ear.

She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a number of family that had a view of the top of the tower. I suggested we move to the lower floor. I got down first and helped Ceylon cinnamon down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankle joint. I pulled down her pants and panties. We kicked off our shoe and dress. I looked intently at the beautiful naked woman in front 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 ample bosoms my wench,"I said trying to do my sound pirate imitation.

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

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

I pressed my manus into her white meat and massaged them. I pushed her up against a placid portion of the I. F. Stone wall. I kissed her hard and pushed my tongue against her sass and she opened her lips to grant it's entry. Cinnamon moaned into my mouth. She grabbed my tail end nerve and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridgepole at the base of the wall. My raise member pushed between her legs then up the tornado between her fanny cheeks. It was a strange sense datum with the top of penis pressed against her strong body and the underside against the cooler Harlan Fiske Stone wall. I moved a hand down between her legs and located her pussy. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingers between her pussy lips.

"Oh ye scorbutus dog,"she said."Ye make me feel so good."

I moved my finger along her vaginal back talk. 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 digit rubbed over her sexual love release. I pressed down and moved my fingers in a circular motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the bulwark and her ass impertinence. My balls bumped against her thigh with each move forward. I pushed one and then a secondly finger into her love life jam. Her vaginal walls pressed around my fingers. I thrust them in and out to moan of favorable reception.

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

She continued to moan. She pushed her breast and pelvic girdle into my welcoming hands.

"If your cannonball are ready you should load your cannon !"Cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"shank"have admission to her love hole. She guided me into her. Her warm hands felt good compared to the cold wall the underside of my member had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slipperiness, tight sexual love tunnel.

"Time to prime your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my cannon. My finger 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 sunny afternoon. The smell of the table salt air just added to the pleasure we both were feeling.

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

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

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

I shot my shipment into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Ceylon cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her body stiffen and her blazonry and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her secondment orgasm. I continued to pump.

"full point, blockage !"she exclaimed."You hit your target."

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me woodland,"I responded.

We held each other until our respiration returned to formula and at least my heart stopped pounding in my chest. We gathered our clothes and began getting dressed. I helped cinnamon with her bra. We heard the spokesperson of small fry saying Teach's Tower coming from down the trail. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the collapse steps. At the end of the pace where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 young male child maybe 12 and 10. A few seconds later a new girl passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a long look Cinnamon.

The mother said,"Hi ! How a great deal far ?"

"Not far, a niggling over 100 feet, but it gets steeper,"I replied.

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

"I am going to go feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to bide here or get up ?"Ceylon 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 finicky notification of Cinnamon today. Some with a hint of recognition. In a few minutes Cinnamon got back in the car.

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

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

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The hubby of someone I work with takes the great unwashed out fishing for a living. He usually takes Tuesday and Wednesday 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 heed us staying in your hotel room ? We could fiat room service and get to bed early,"Cinnamon said."We are supposed to meet Ken at the dock at six."

"Sound good to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge deck to heaven Island. She parked in the employee arena and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the beginning night I would spend in my room. 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 unclothe and in bed with me snuggled up to her back with my arm around her. I cupped her breast with my deal. I squeezed it lightly.

"That feels good,"said Ceylon cinnamon tree."But no sex tonight. I am a small sore."

"I understand,"I said still caressing her white meat."Cinnamon, you are a very beautiful cleaning lady and men bet your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a looking of recognition on some of their faces."

After a minute or so she said,"fountainhead … I may know why."She stopped."I … I was in playboy a twain of years ago."

I let that sink in. I did not desire to say the haywire thing.

"You are sure someone I would care to see nude,"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 worry and exciting. I never thought I would sustain sex with a Playboy model."Still picking my discussion carefully.

"Playboy model, hardly. I heard they were looking for womanhood for an upcoming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an information sheet. 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 abide to have some clothed characterisation taken. They called a few days later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the history shorter I made it into the magazine,"she finished.

"Congratulations,"I said.

"Thank you !"she said in a old-hat voice.

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a scant fourth dimension just thinking about how lucky I was to have made love to mortal who appeared in playboy .