Bahamian holiday ( continued )

( Summary of previous news report : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back family and the demise of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a calendar 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. )

promissory note : This occurred over 30 years ago so some of the landmarks and places mentioned may have changed since that time.

The next morning, Monday, the first thing I remember was the alert going off. Cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed reverence, then she relaxed.

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

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

"I have to be at workplace by 8:00, today, but I have Tuesday and Wednesday 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 shower and get set. Too bad there is not time for a double exhibitioner,"she said with a sly smile.

She stepped into the bathroom and the body of water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. Char jumped up following to me and rubbed her top dog on my hand. I scratched her on the head between her ears. She pushed up against my paw asking for more. Her purr was loud. The piddle in the bathroom stopped. cinnamon walked into the lav, drying herself with a towel.

"I see you found a friend cleaning lady,"said Cinnamon.

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

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

"Guava jam,"she replied"I bought it from a neighbour who makes it."

She handed me a corner of her toast. I tasted it, it was a dissimilar taste, 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 little bakery called Model Bakery."

The second set of toast popped up. I chose the Guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put solid food down for cleaning lady. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the nosepiece to Paradise Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a nimble kiss. I told her I was going to do some walk around. We agreed to meet in the hotel antechamber at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The first thing I noticed was that the bloom and Champagne-Ardenne that were in my elbow room had been removed. I was gladiola they were gone because the brought back memories of Debby, my bride-to-be who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a long hot rain shower. I did the pattern morning activities. I dressed then checked the weather prognosis on the hotel channel. I went down to the lobby. No one but Cinnamon was at the front desk.

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

"Yes, I called and had individual do that endure nighttime. I also had them removed from your bill. Was that alright ?"she asked.

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

"If you don't mind a short walking, you could go over the bridge. Turn to the rightfulness and Bay Street will take you into downtown,"she said."Here take my lineup in pillow slip you need to shout 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 price. I was happy to happen upon there was no price for pedestrian. Walking over the nosepiece was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 human foot high-pitched to allow large boats to pass underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned right and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling souvenirs, shirts, case, jewelry, and former knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor side of the street and soon came to an capable air social organization with various people selling mostly what appeared to be handmade point ; straw hats, woodwind cutting, shuck mail service bearer, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the 1st char I encountered said"welcome to the wheat market ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the lustrous sun I decided it would be a safe idea to wear a hat. The men 's hats were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could own one for $ 10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some rim to shadow my face. She even stitched my initials on the back in colored wheat. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one more item, a 3-pocket straw mail holder. I walked to the Dame Rebecca West end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have for lunch. I walked to the early side of Bay Street.

I came to a eating place called Lums. I decided to have an early tiffin. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a sports stadium of conch chowder and a cracked conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a one dollar bill chowder, but this was much Sir Thomas More flavorsome. The cracked conch sandwich was also good the centre was pounded out, seasoned, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like dollar bill strips.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a big store more upscale than most in downtown, The Nassau Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was capable to find relic for my family and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the model bakehouse was located. She gave me directions. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the eastward end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued eastern United States. A few blocks down I saw a dismount green cement block building with a short line of multitude waiting outside a window on the street side of the construction. Above the window was"MODEL BAKERY"in blackened engine block letters above the windowpane. I took my place at the end of the line of merchandise. I listened as the the great unwashed ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaves of bread, buns ( dinner rolls ), and/or"cement"roller. When I got up to the window there was no listing of products or prices visible to me. I ordered a loaf of bread and a"cement"roster. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a large, heavy Ceylon cinnamon tree roll with white icing. I started eating it, it was Delicious. The moolah was very most and hearty. There was the the right way measure of Ceylon cinnamon tree and cabbage rolled into it. The icing the puck was thick, smooth, and creamy. I finished about half as I walked down Shirley Street before I couldn't eat anymore.

I kept walking. I could see the ocean up ahead. Just before I got to the route running along the water. There was a tumid hotel on the left. I came to a sign that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the route with the sea ahead. I turned right and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water at what appeared to be a public gravy holder Allium tricoccum. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a bombastic plastic bucket entire of respective Fish. They also had two large Pisces in a severalize container.

"What are these magnanimous fish ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

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

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

"About 5 Admiralty mile off eastward End,"one of them answered

I thanked them. Picked up my cup of tea and continued east. The pushover and the salty air was wonderful. As I walked I noticed a sign that said"Edward Thatch 's tugboat"with an pointer pointing forward down the road.

"Do you know how far it is to Blackbeard's column ?"I asked person working on a sauceboat at the side of the road.

They had a very midst stress, but I think they said,"A very long 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 sea side road, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the bridge circuit and into the hotel. Cinnamon was still at the front 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 different set of wearing apparel. I had more than an hr before I was to meet Cinnamon in the lobby. I lay down on the bed. The next thing I remember was the bed moving. I opened my oculus and Ceylon cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must give birth had a big day,"she said before giving me a Brobdingnagian 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 need me to will ?"she asked giggling.

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

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

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

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

"appetizer here sounds good,"I said kissing her on the neck and putting my hand on her breast.

Cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my bridge player. 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 knickers and pulling out my erect rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My hand found her bare titty just as she started moving to her bridge player and knees. Her lips touched the head of my member as I rolled on my back freeing my other hired hand to cup the other breast. Her recollective, red hair created a tent half way around her headspring. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the English of my phallus. She moved putting a genu on each side of my head. 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 chance to used my mouthpiece and natural language on her now protruding mamilla. I reluctantly removed my deal from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her trouser and underwear down to her stifle and over my psyche. I rested my head on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her twat just a few column inch above my face. Her crotch hair was the Lapp color as her hair. Her vaginal mouth were swelling and there was a glister of wet exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my ball into her oral cavity. She swirled her lingua around it, giving me waves of great pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

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

I started by brushing my fingers against her trimmed pubic hairsbreadth. It was soft than I expected. My fingers moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their good distance. Cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the gap between her lips. moisture was clearly seeable and the tip of my fingers became covered with her juice. She let out her breath and took my other testis into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her knife around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy lips. She moaned causing her lingua to thrill against my ballock. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. I pushed my digit deeper and after running them the full length a few times I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my testicle out of sass and arched her back moaning loudly.

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

I lightly pinched her clit. Cinnamomum zeylanicum yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the chief of my penis. Her clapper licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my oral fissure as she took more than of my rod into her month. I spread her cunt back talk with my fingerbreadth. I swirled my tongue around her erotic love button. Cinnamomum zeylanicum jerked, then lowered her cunt farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her back talk. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a couple of fingers slowly into her dearest hole. Her vaginal muscleman closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my digit inside her. She made a audio that is hard to draw. I was quick to cum.

"I am going to issue forth soon !"I told her.

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal musculus clamped and relaxed around my finger's breadth. Then her whole consistence trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my face. My balls tightened and I shot my shipment into her mouth. There was more than she could handle. I felt some running down my penis. 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 big orgasms I have ever had !"cinnamon said after rolling off of me.

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

After a few more minutes Cinnamon said,"I have to houseclean up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the lavatory. A few proceedings later I got up kicked off my bloomers and underwear and walked in the bathroom. She had finished, but was looking in the mirror. I kissed her on the neck from behind.

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

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

I got the comb out of my bag and walked back into the privy. I began combing her hair and continued until she was satisfied. I cleaned up and got dressed.

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

"There are a few seat. It depends on what case of food I am looking to have,"she answered."I have to go dwelling and feed Char, my cat, first. What kind of food for thought do you want ?"

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

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

"I 'll run up feed Char and be right out,"she said.

Several arcminute later she came back out. She had changed into a form fitting frock. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her asset and shape wonderfully. I felt dress down. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't helper but stare at her.

"You are staring,"she said.

"I'm sorry !"I responded.

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

"You look absolutely stun !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a place right on the water. They have a multifariousness of food. I'm sure we will find something,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said.

I kept staring. After a curt driveway she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a wharfage to a large platform out in the urine where the restaurant was located. I followed behind her admiring her fanny end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the weewee was fantastic. I believe the restaurant was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a short clock time for a table. several middle followed Cinnamon as we walked to our board. We were seated at a table that had no former tables between us and the water. The bar was in the center so most of the table had a good view of the water system. The menu was large, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered beverage and then ordered our intellectual nourishment when the server 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 judgment raced. Was she in a 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 U.S. ?

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

"I know Cindy, Debby's cousin-german, from college. My dorm room was following to Cindy's dormitory room my hold up 2 eld of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't imply to worry you !"Cinnamomum zeylanicum apologized."I met Debby a few prison term when she came to impose Cindy. We went out to a movie and for meal. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the stamp that Cindy and you were More than just friends. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could line up a guy like you,"Cinnamon 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 impinging. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your name when you checked in. I had to find out you were the same guy. I don't get into a sexual relationship so fast, but I felt I already knew you."

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

"Yes, you have,"Cinnamon replied.

The waiter came with our intellectual nourishment. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. Cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is dissimilar than the Maine lobster which most mass picture. Lobster there does not have the large front claws, but has long spiked antenna and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians call it crawfish. It is also called rock lobster. The meal was excellent. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

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

I grabbed the check and paid for the meal before cinnamon bark could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon's apartment. We walked upstairs and charr her cat greeted us at the doorway. Ceylon cinnamon locked the doorway behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowls, ice cream, whipped pick, cherry tree, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the table. cinnamon bark scooped the ice pick. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundaes. Cinnamomum zeylanicum loved the cherry. They were the ones with the base attached. She would put a cherry tree in her mouth, eat the cherry tree, then remove the stem a few irregular later tied in a burl. woman sat in a chairperson watching us. Ceylon cinnamon put a small amount of money of ice cream on dish and put it on the flooring. Char immediately jumped to the trading floor and licked the plate clean. char went to the bedroom after finishing.

"I have a full day planned for my beginning day as term of enlistment guide,"Ceylon cinnamon said."Do you want to pass the Nox here ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree giggled.

"Well I've had dessert. Do you have a reason for me to stay ?"I tried to say with a straight face.

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

"Is this reasonableness enough ?"she giggled again.

She got up. I did to and helped exonerate the table.

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

I picked her up in my weapons system. She turned off lights as I carried her to the chamber. I kissed her before going through the chamber door. Once inside I saw Char laying across the midsection of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 unsheathed piece of her shoulder joint. I undid the hook shot at the top of her frock and pulled the zipper down. I caressed the now endanger part of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her dress off her berm. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to find her tit while still kissing her exposed cutis. Her dress was grade fitting. I was able to get to her breast and put my medallion over her nipple and began massaging her breast. Cinnamon moaned her joy.

"I think it would be better if I got out of this dress,"she suggested.

We got out of bed. We removed her dress and the rest of her dress. I stood staring at the lovely adult female in social movement of me.

"You are staring,"Ceylon cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

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

She laughed. She helped me out of my clothes. I picked them up and put them on a chair in the corner. When I turned around Ceylon cinnamon 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 wonderful feeling her breasts pushing into my breast. My phallus began to come to aliveness. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her knocker to my sassing. I opened my mouth and sucked on her nipple. I then used my tongue to whirlpool around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a lilliputian yip, but did not motivate away. I moved to her other tit and did the same. Her bridge player were running up and down my vertebral column.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My finger moved between her legs quickly rubbing her pussy rim. They were very warm. I pushed a couple of fingers between them. They were coated with her succus. Her manus found my penis. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the distance of it. I moved to her clitoris. I circled it with my fingertips. cinnamon writhed on the bed pushing up into my fingers. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her fingers around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her stomach as I pushed two finger's breadth into her sexual love mess. I kept my flip moving over her love clitoris. She continued to squirm on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Cinnamon lifted her wooden leg into the air. I moved between them. I slid my penis along the outside of her pussycat. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussy back talk and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the capitulum of my rod on her love button a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The grin on her nerve 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 small oink of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten. The insistence on my penis was extremely pleasurable and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my load into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few minutes later she arched her back and screamed again. She shivered, then relaxed back onto the bed. I hugged her tight. I rolled onto my side pulling her onto her English. cleaning woman narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each early's arms.

My cobbler's last sentiment were what did the futurity clasp for us .