Bahamian vacation ( continued )

( Summary of previous story : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back home base and the decease of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The woman at the front desk at the hotel, Ceylon cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner party and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

greenback : This occurred over 30 years ago so some of the watershed and shoes mentioned may have changed since that time.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to take a lavish and get ready. Too bad there is not clock time for a twice shower,"she said with a sly smile.

She stepped into the bathroom and the water system started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. char jumped up next to me and rubbed her head on my bridge player. I scratched her on the head between her ears. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was loud. The urine in the bathroom stopped. Cinnamon walked into the bathroom, drying herself with a towel.

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

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

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

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

She handed me a corner of her toast. I tasted it, it was a different taste sensation, but it was very good.

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

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

The second set of goner popped up. I chose the Psidium littorale jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food for thought down for charr. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridgework to paradise Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a fast kiss. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to meet in the hotel lobby at 5:00.

I went up to my elbow room. The first thing I noticed was that the flowers and champagne that were in my way had been removed. I was glad they were gone because the brought back memories of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a long hot shower. I did the normal morning activities. I dressed then checked the weather forecast on the hotel duct. I went down to the lobby. No one but cinnamon was at the movement desk.

I walked over and said,"I noticed the flower and Champagne were removed from my room."

"Yes, I called and had soul do that net night. I also had them removed from your visor. Was that alright ?"she asked.

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

"If you don't mind a little walking, you could go over the bridge. ferment to the right and Bay Street will get you into downtown,"she said."Here admit my notice in suit you need to call or you have questions."

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

Another hotel Guest walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the front door. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a toll. I was well-chosen to discover there was no cost for pedestrian. Walking over the bridge was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 metrical unit high to tolerate larger boats to overtake underneath it. At the end of the span I turned powerful and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were store on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling token, shirts, shells, jewelry, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor incline of the street and soon came to an undefendable air bodily structure with various multitude selling mostly what appeared to be hand-crafted items ; straw hats, wood carvings, straw mail bearer, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the first women I encountered said"welcome to the husk food market ”. She offered to betray me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a salutary idea to wear thin a hat. The men 's hats were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could sustain one for $ 10. I looked over the option. I wanted one with some brim to shade my look. She even stitched my initials on the vertebral column in color wheat. I walked through the remaining horse barn and only picked up one Sir Thomas More item, a 3-pocket straw ring armor holder. I walked to the west end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have for lunch. I walked to the other side of Bay Street.

I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to cause an former lunch. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a bowl of conch chowder and a roughened conch sandwich. The chowder was very sound, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much More flavorful. The wacky conch sandwich was also ripe the inwardness was pounded out, veteran, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam striptease.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a bigger shop more upscale than most in downtown, The capital of the Bahamas Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to find relic for my home and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the modeling Bakery was located. She gave me directions. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the eastern United States end of business district and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued E. A few blocks down I saw a wanton greenness cement blocking construction with a brusk line of hoi polloi waiting outside a window on the street side of the building. Above the window was"fashion model bakery"in black block letter of the alphabet above the window. I took my place at the end of the line. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to ordering loaf of bread, buns ( dinner axial rotation ), and/or"cement"rolls. When I got up to the window there was no lean of Cartesian product or Mary Leontyne Price visible to me. I ordered a loaf of lolly and a"cement"curlicue. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the curlicue. It was a bombastic, heavy Ceylon cinnamon roll with Edward D. White icing. I started eating it, it was Delicious. The lettuce was very most and hearty. There was the decent measure of cinnamon and lucre rolled into it. The frosting was thick, smooth, and creamy. I finished about one-half as I walked down Shirley Street before I couldn't eat anymore.

I kept walking. I could see the sea up ahead. Just before I got to the route running along the water. There was a large hotel on the left hand. I came to a star sign that read"fortress Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the ocean ahead. I turned right hand and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water at what appeared to be a public boat incline. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a orotund plastic pail broad of respective fish. They also had two large fish in a separate container.

"What are these orotund fish ?"I asked.

"capital of the Bahamas grouper,"one of the men responded.

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

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

"About 5 naut mi off East End,"one of them answered

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

"Do you love how far it is to Blackbeard's towboat ?"I asked someone working on a boat at the position of the road.

They had a very thick accent mark, but I think they said,"A very yearn way and up high."

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, I usually eat out Monday night,"Ceylon cinnamon said kissing me again.

She ran her hand down my chest, then between my pegleg. She started rubbing in a circular apparent movement. I quickly started responding.

"We could have starter here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

"Appetizers here sounds good,"I said kissing her on the neck opening and putting my hired man on her breast.

Cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my script. We caressed each other through our clothing. I had stiffened and had created a tent in my pants.

"cinnamon is hungry,"she said unzipping my pants and pulling out my tumid rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My hand found her bare breast just as she started moving to her manus and knees. Her back talk touched the head of my phallus as I rolled on my rear freeing my other helping hand to cup the other white meat. Her tenacious, red whisker created a tent half way around her head teacher. I was still able-bodied to see as she kissed up and down the face of my penis. She moved putting a knee on each side of my straits. I had continued the massage on her breasts as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the opportunity to used my mouth and clapper on her now protruding nipples. I reluctantly removed my mitt from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her pants and underclothes down to her knee and over my head. I rested my head on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her pussy just a few inches above my brass. Her George Bush was the same color as her pilus. Her vaginal rim were swelling and there was a scintillation of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my testicles into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me waves of great pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

"When are you going to get going eating your starter ?"she asked with a giggle.

I started by brushing my digit against her trimmed pubic hair. It was softer than I expected. My fingers moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their full length. Cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the crack between her sass. Moisture was clearly visible and the confidential information of my digit became covered with her juices. She let out her breathing space and took my other testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her snatch lips. She moaned causing her tongue to resonate against my testicle. It was an extremely gratifying sensation. I pushed my finger's breadth deeper and after running them the wax length a few prison term I started circling around and across her button. She pushed my nut out of sass and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! Thomas More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clit. Cinnamon yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the head of my penis. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her pelvic arch toward my oral cavity as she took more of my rod into her calendar month. I spread her purulent sass with my fingerbreadth. I swirled my tongue around her love button. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her mouth. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a couple of fingers slowly into her love hole. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a sound that is severe to key out. I was ready to cum.

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

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clamped and relaxed around my fingerbreadth. Then her whole body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my face. My egg tightened and I shot my burden into her mouth. There was more than she could handle. I felt some running down my member. I pulled my digit out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

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

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

After a few Thomas More minutes Cinnamon said,"I have to clean up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the bathroom. A few bit later I got up kicked off my pants and underclothing and walked in the lav. She had finished, but was looking in the mirror. I kissed her on the neck from behind.

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

"Sorry, but I do have a larger comb,"I answered.

I got the combing out of my traveling bag and walked back into the lav. I began combing her hair and continued until she was gratify. I cleaned up and got dressed.

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

"There are a few places. It depends on what type of food I am looking to accept,"she answered."I have to go menage and provender Char, my cat, first. What kind of intellectual nourishment do you require ?"

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

We got in the car and swarm to Cinnamon's apartment.

"I 'll run up provender charr and be right out,"she said.

Several mo later she came back out. She had changed into a human body fitting dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and form wonderfully. I felt underdressed. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't aid but stare at her.

"You are staring,"she said.

"I'm sorry !"I responded.

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

"You look absolutely arresting !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a shoes right wing on the water. They have a variety of food. I'm sure we will find something,"Cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a scant drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a dock to a bombastic platform out in the water system where the eating place was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the piss was fantastic. I believe the restaurant was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a short metre for a table. Several heart followed Cinnamon as we walked to our tabular array. We were seated at a tabular array that had no other table between us and the water. The bar was in the center so nearly of the tables had a serious view of the pee. The menu was expectant, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drinks and then ordered our food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

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

My mind raced. Was she in a family relationship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she have a disease ? Was she a wanted criminal in the United States government ?

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

"I know Cindy, Debby's cousin, from college. My dorm room was adjacent to Cindy's dorm room my last 2 old age of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't think of to occupy you !"Ceylon cinnamon tree apologized."I met Debby a few times when she came to chitchat Cindy. We went out to a picture and for repast. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the notion that Cindy and you were more than just acquaintance. Cindy thought you were a heavy guy. She wished she could find a guy like you,"Ceylon cinnamon tree explained."I know Debby loved you very much. She spoke about you a lot while she was visiting. She wanted to get home to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in tangency. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your epithet when you checked in. I had to find out you were the same guy. I don't get into a intimate relationship so libertine, but I felt I already knew you."

"Wow ! It is a small reality. Have I lived up to your expected value ?"I asked.

"Yes, you have,"Ceylon cinnamon tree replied.

The server came with our food. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. Ceylon cinnamon tree had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is different than the Maine lobster which nearly people picture. Lobster there does not have the great straw man claws, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy plate. The Bahamians telephone it crawfish. It is also called rock'n'roll lobster. The meal was first-class. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

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

I grabbed the stay and paid for the meal before Cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon's apartment. We walked upstairs and cleaning woman her cat greeted us at the door. Cinnamomum zeylanicum locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowls, ice cream, whipped cream, cherries, and burnt umber sauce. We sat at the mesa. Cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundaes. Cinnamon loved the cherry red. They were the 1 with the stems attached. She would put a cherry in her lip, eat the cherry, then absent the theme a few endorsement later tied in a naut mi. Char sat in a chairperson watching us. cinnamon bark put a small amount of ice cream on ravisher and put it on the story. Char immediately jumped to the floor and licked the plate clean. Char went to the sleeping room after finishing.

"I have a full day planned for my initiatory day as turn scout,"Cinnamon said."Do you desire to spend the dark here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

"wellspring I've had dessert. Do you have a reason for me to delay ?"I tried to say with a square face.

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

"Is this reason enough ?"she giggled again.

She got up. I did to and helped take in the table.

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

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off lighting as I carried her to the bedroom. I kissed her before going through the bedroom door. Once inside I saw woman laying across the eye of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Cinnamon on her side facing away from me.

I touched her neck and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her cervix and down the bare part of her shoulder. I undid the hook at the top of her dress and pulled the slide fastener down. I caressed the now exposed division of her spinal column. She trembled again. I slipped her frock off her shoulder joint. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to incur her breast while still kissing her exposed skin. Her apparel was form fitting. I was able to get to her knocker and put my palm tree over her tit and began massaging her breast. cinnamon moaned her pleasure.

"I think it would be undecomposed if I got out of this garb,"she suggested.

We got out of bed. We removed her attire and the rest of her clothes. I stood staring at the lovely woman in front line of me.

"You are staring,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something wrong with this image,"she said."Your clothes are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my dress. I picked them up and put them on a chair in the corner. When I turned around Cinnamomum zeylanicum was staring at me.

"You are staring,"I scolded.

"Sorry,"she said suppressing a laugh.

"Don't be sorry it's a compliment,"I got out before we both burst out laughing.

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was tremendous feeling her breasts pushing into my chest. My penis began to come up to spirit. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her breast to my oral cavity. I opened my rima oris and sucked on her mammilla. I then used my tongue to swirl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a niggling yip, but did not move away. I moved to her other tit and did the Lapplander. Her workforce were running up and down my dorsum.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My digit moved between her legs quickly rubbing her pussy lips. They were very warm. I pushed a couple of fingerbreadth between them. They were coated with her juices. Her helping hand found my penis. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the length of it. I moved to her button. I circled it with my fingertips. Ceylon cinnamon writhed on the bed pushing up into my fingerbreadth. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her digit around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her breadbasket as I pushed two fingers into her lovemaking maw. I kept my thumb moving over her love clit. She continued to writhe on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Ceylon cinnamon tree lifted her legs into the air. I moved between them. I slid my member along the outside of her pussy. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussy lip and up to her clit. I rubbed the head of my rod on her sexual love button a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The grinning on her human face was soon covered by my mouth. I kissed her as our pelvises came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroke she let out a minor grunt of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the paries of her vagina tighten. The pressure on my penis was extremely enjoyable and quickly brought me to the bound. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my cargo into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few minute later she arched her back and screamed again. She shivered, then relaxed back onto the bed. I hugged her tight. I rolled onto my slope pulling her onto her side. Char narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's weapon.

My last thoughts were what did the future storage area for us .