Bahamas Vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a stumble to get away from memories after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Ceylon 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 usher. )

I woke up in the morning in Cinnamon's bed at her apartment. I still had my branch 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 phallus was slightly erect and nest between her butt cheeks. I did not want to wake Cinnamon. It felt wonderful just laying here next to her. Her skin was so smooth and soft. About a hr later she began to shift. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with reverence in her optic. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

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

We kissed, then she turned her question back. I kissed her on the cervix. She purred.

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

I thought for a few seconds and answered,"No. I only wore the dress I have here for a few hr last night."

"Good ! That gives us a more clock time 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.

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

"Do you want to play ‘ Follow the leader'?"she asked.

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

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

"Hold out your hands,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquidness soap in them, then put some in her handwriting. She started by rubbing max on my chest. I returned the party favour. Soaping her breasts. She tipped her head back and enjoyed my custody moving around her nipples. Cinnamon moved down to my stomach, then down to my penis and ballock. Sliding her men all around my member. I was already fully erect. I moved my bridge player around to her back and caressed her vertebral column from shoulders down to her rear end. She reached around to my rear end pulling closer to her. My penis was now trapped between our organic structure with the headspring pressing against her omphalos. I grabbed her butt with both hands. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, firm cheeks. She moaned running her paw up and down my back. I moved my fingerbreadth between her target cheeks. I circled a span of fingerbreadth around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my finger's breadth inside. She was extremely tight and her sphincter muscle squeezed down on them. I moved my early hand to her straw man and lathered her pubic hair's-breadth and pussy brim. She began pumping my phallus with her handwriting. I soaped her love button to moan of pleasure. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two fingerbreadth inside her sexual love trap to a gasp from Ceylon cinnamon. I had fingers moving in and out of her front and her rear.

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

I pushed her back against the wall and used my paw to guide my erection into her vagina. I continued to affect my finger's breadth in the rear as best I could. I pushed until my phallus was fully inside her. I began ramming my turncock into her with cinnamon bark gasping for breath. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck to preserve from collapsing on the floor. I pushed one last 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 last of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

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

I moved back and positioned her so the water was tuning down her dorsum. She regained her breather, then turned to present the shower. I put some more goop on my bridge player and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started working it into her hair. There was the smell I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her hair's-breadth. She had a lot of tomentum. It reached to the middle of her back. I loved the shiny red colour. She bent over to gargle her hair. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect penis. It slipped between her brass and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

"Not now, maybe another 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 permutation ends so I can wash my hair."

We repositioned so I could wet my hair. As soon as my hair was wet Cinnamon began shampooing my hair. I don't think anyone else had washed my hairsbreadth since my mother did it when I was a child. It felt good. The piddle quickly was becoming tank. I rinsed quickly. We changed seat again and Cinnamon rinsed a few property on her body that had been missed before. She turned the H2O 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 head to foot was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a expectant phone number of freckles, but these just added to her beauty. I brushed her haircloth after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a warm breakfast, she put down dry food and a roll of water system for Char, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the wholly 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 Blackbeard's Tower toward the east end of the island. I 've always had some captivation 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. fishing here would be an interesting experience. But that would involve a lot of planning before hand."

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go fishing with my father in Wisconsin,"Cinnamon said."We will try to find Blackbeard's tower later today. I do have to hold back 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 second later she returned. We drove off back over the bridge to capital of the Bahamas.

"We are going to the queen 's stairway, the water tower, and Fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the bottom of the stair. The Queen's staircase is 66 step that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the finis part of the 1700 's. It was renamed Queen's stairway for the reign of Queen Victoria Falls who had freed the slaves in the Bahamas and reigned for 64 years. I learned later that one of the footstep had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a number of vendors selling items that were mighty out of the downtown Straw grocery. Ceylon cinnamon tree and I took pictures of the early standing at the bottom of the step. One of the men selling items offered to take a movie of both of us for a dollar. I gave him the money and he took the characterization. Cinnamon and I walked up the stair holding paw. To one side of the stairs there was a small waterfall cascading down toward the bottom. I noticed several men turning their foreland to search at cinnamon. Some had an expression of recognition on their face. Cinnamon was a very beautiful woman so I could understand them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a number of picture show Charles William Post notice and a short-change Scripture with info regarding the staircase, water tower, and fortress. This was the highest head on the island. It made horse sense that the piss tugboat and garrison were located here. The stairs were constructed to make it sluttish to get to the high gear point where the fort was located. Again I noticed several men turning their heads as Cinnamon passed. We paid a small fee to go to the top of the water tug. We took the elevator to the top, the lift operator recited a short history of the pee tower and statistics regarding it 's aggrandizement. I handed him a yoke of dollars as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observation deck of cards and could view the whole island since the sky was clear. It was a rattling sight. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the general management of the aerodrome. Again we took word-painting of each other with versatile horizon in the background. A Pres Young boy offered to take on a flick of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our picture. I handed him a distich of dollars when he handed back the television camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the coiling staircase to the bottom.

We then walked over to fortress Fincastle. The fort was shaped like a boat paddle gravy holder apparently to deceive ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a fort it had a telephone number of cannon to be used if unfriendly ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not take away the"official"tour. Again there were a number of men taking more than a chance notice of Ceylon cinnamon tree. Some with an locution of acknowledgment. We left the fort and went back down the Queen's stairway to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few second we came to another fort, Fort Charlotte. This was a much bigger fort. We walked across the span over the dry moat. We joined a mathematical group that was gathering for a turn. There were about 20 of us when the tour started. Our tour guide went through the chronicle of the garrison, inject humor as he did. We completed the upper layer and moved to the blue stage. On the lower storey there were dungeons with manakin depicting anguish that may have got taken place.

When we came to the rack the tour guidebook said,"And this is how they created thespian for the NBA."

well-nigh everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the turn down level. The guidebook told us to stand by around for the firing of the shank at noonday. I handed the usher $ 5 as we exited the gloomy horizontal surface. The firing of the cannon was in 15 second so we waited around. We took word-painting of each other standing by one of the cannons. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to take a film 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 cannon. He was going to open fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to stretch it with a partial thrill. He prepared the cannon and shot it with a loud boom. The cannon rocked back a short space then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a warm lunch, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission. We walked along the way of life with our blazonry around each other. We looked at several of the plant life and animals that were on display. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a open area with benches arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for"The Mar of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to pass in about 15 instant. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The trainer asked if anyone would like to step into the lap 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 ikon. After the show ended we walked over to the sea biography region. There were a number of Fish and other interesting sea puppet. We came around the niche and there was a large shallow pool with a number of sea polo-neck.

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

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the pool and secured one of the turtleneck. Additional the great unwashed gathered around the pool. He brought the polo-neck over to the position of the pool.

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

He allowed us to touch the backbone of it's shell. He then tipped the turtle up with it's headway and presence flippers in the air. We touched the shell on its belly. It was smoother than the shell on it's back. He gave others the same opportunity. He next secured another turtleneck.

"This is a hawksbill turtle,"he said.

This turtleneck had a curved snout and beautiful scale and skin color. It was much small than the other turtle and he was capable to bring up it completely out if the urine. It flapped it's breast flippers and looked like it was trying to fly.

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

He had a box for donation 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 turtleneck case. Sea polo-neck are endangered and you can't take turtle products into the U.S."

There was a lot of turtleneck shell jewelry. Much of it was fairly expensive. The next display case had a selection of put shell jewelry. When Cinnamon was looking at some other point, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendant shaped like a warmheartedness. We left the endowment shop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"cinnamon asked.

"Something for my mother,"I answered.

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

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

We drove to the home I had seen the sign the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a signal by a gravel area big enough for maybe 4 cars to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The signal indicated we should go up a specialize lead that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Cinnamon only because she had gotten to the start of the way first. I watched her hindquarters end as she walked in front line of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in strawman of me. The track got extortionate as we went. An old stone social structure came into sight as the path became a crumbling set of 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 pair from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a beneficial expression at Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the tower. There was a metal sign that that unmanageable to take because it was corroded. It said a piffling about the tower. It was built in the 1700's, but the builders are not known for sure. We went into the tower and managed to go up to the top. From the top we had a good panorama of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a right advantage point to see incoming ships and make some kind of signaling to other percentage of the island.

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

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

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

She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a number of houses that had a view of the top of the pillar. I suggested we move to the downhearted level. I got down first and helped Ceylon cinnamon tree down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my pants and pulled them and my underclothing down to my ankles. I pulled down her pants and scanty. We kicked off our shoes and clothes. I looked intently at the beautiful raw womanhood 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 salutary plagiarist imitation.

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

"I intend to have 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 legato portion of the stone wall. I kissed her hard and push my tongue against her sassing and she opened her lips to allow it's ingress. cinnamon moaned into my oral fissure. She grabbed my butt brass and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the base of the wall. My erect penis pushed between her legs then up the crack between her butt impudence. It was a strange sensation with the top of penis pressed against her tender eubstance and the undersurface against the tank stone rampart. I moved a hand down between her branch and located her pussy. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingers between her snatch lips.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye get me experience so good."

I moved my fingers along her vaginal rim. She pushed into them. I found her button and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.

She again nibbled on my ear and then whispered,"Continue my dark-skinned beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my fingers rubbed over her love release. I pressed down and moved my fingers in a flier 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 buttock. My balls bumped against her second joint with each move forward. I pushed one and then a 2d finger into her love yap. Her vaginal walls pressed around my finger. I thrust them in and out to moan of blessing.

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

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

"If your cannonballs are cook you should load your carom !"Cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvic girdle backward to let my"shank"have access to her making love golf hole. She guided me into her. Her warm work force felt good compared to the cold wall the underside of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, crafty, tight love tunnel.

"clip to prime your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my carom. My digit moved back to her clitoris. For several arcminute we continued pounding against each former. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid weather condition of the sunny afternoon. The smell of the salt air just added to the pleasance we both were feeling.

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

"fire when ready !"Cinnamon returned, just as I felt her clamp 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 freight into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Cinnamomum zeylanicum had relaxed slightly, but then her body stiffened and her implements of war and vaginal brawn squeezed me again in her second sexual climax. I continued to pump.

"Stop, arrest !"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 convention and at least my middle stopped pounding in my chest. We gathered our wearing apparel and began getting dressed. I helped cinnamon with her bra. We heard the voice of children saying Edward Teach's pillar coming from down the trail. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumble steps. At the end of the steps where the way of life leveled out, we were passed by 2 Danton True Young boys maybe 12 and 10. A few seconds later a younger girl passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a foresighted looking at Cinnamon.

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

"Not far, a little over 100 feet, but it gets usurious,"I replied.

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

"I am going to go feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to abide here or make out up ?"Cinnamomum zeylanicum asked.

"I'll just check 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 Cinnamomum zeylanicum today. Some with a hint of recognition. In a few hour Ceylon cinnamon tree 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 hubby of mortal I work with takes people out fishing for a living. He usually takes Tues and Wednesday off, but agreed to takes us out for half price if we pay for gas, and bait."

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

"Do you bear in mind us staying in your hotel room ? We could fiat room service and get to bed early,"Cinnamon said."We are supposed to fill Ken at the pier at six."

"Sound good 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 pass in my room. Cinnamomum zeylanicum ordered for us and got our meals for resign. We watched TV as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Ceylon cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were undress and in bed with me snuggled up to her backrest with my arm around her. I cupped her chest with my manus. I squeezed it lightly.

"That flavour good,"said Cinnamon."But no sex tonight. I am a little sore."

"I understand,"I said still caressing her breast."cinnamon, you are a very beautiful woman and men look your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a smell of realization on some of their faces."

After a instant or so she said,"Well … I may know why."She stopped."I … I was in Playboy a couple of years ago."

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

"You are certain mortal I would like to see bare,"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 interesting and exciting. I never thought I would have sex with a Playboy model."Still picking my words carefully.

"Playboy theoretical account, hardly. I heard they were looking for char for an upcoming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an selective information flat solid. They called me back for an audience the side by side day. I must have done well. At the end of the interview they asked if I would stay to own some clothed word-painting taken. They called a few days later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the story shorter I made it into the magazine,"she finished.

"Congratulations,"I said.

"Thank you !"she said in a tire out voice.

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a short meter just thinking about how favorable I was to possess made passion to person who appeared in man-about-town .