Bahamas Vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a head trip to get away from memory after my fiancee 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Commonwealth of the Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Ceylon cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three nights together. She has 2 days off yesterday she was my enlistment guide in Nassau. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her fellow worker. )

I awoke with my arm still around cinnamon bark. I listened to her ho-hum stabilize respiration. I smelled the enticing scent of her hairsbreadth. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying future to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in playboy. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the wharf at 6:00 to meet of usher. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The phone rang. Cinnamon awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her position of the bed.

"hullo ! Ok thanks !"she said as she hung up the phone."That was our wake-up call."

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the antic view of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. The exhibitor came on and she closed the shower pall. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were fix we were on our way. We arrived at the wharf and a grandiloquent black was standing there near a 17 foot Boston Whaler.

"Andy this is Robert,"Cinnamon said when we got to the boat.

We got aboard and I shook hands with Robert. Cinnamomum zeylanicum and I sat down on the seats behind him and we left the dock. We headed toward the Orient end of the island. Robert stopped by an island east of Paradise Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a couple of minute of arc. I am going to drop a pair of fish traps before we go out farther to fish,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 lying in wait over with empty plastic gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the scope pointed due east southeast. The body of water got deeper. We continued respective mil until New Providence, the Island on which capital of the Bahamas is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smooth. Henry M. Robert slowed the sauceboat and gazed across the weewee.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"Shoals,"he answered."They are rough formations with flora and fish surrounded by white sand."

We headed to a large dark spotlight in the water. Henry M. Robert put the locomotive in achromatic and grabbed a water glass. The water looking glass looked like a wooden pail with glass on the large end. Henry Martyn Robert leaned over the side of meat and moved the water crank around looking for something.

"This will do for a starting full stop,"Robert said.

His accent was thick, but still was easy to understand. He ran the gravy boat upwind about 40-50 animal foot. Put the locomotive engine in neutral, then put the anchorman overboard. He let out rope until stern was about 10 feet from being over the school. He moved the anchor rope from one side of the bow to the early. The rear end swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use drop lines here for these Fish,"Robert explained.

He prepared the telephone line and the bait, conch. I had never seen a live conch before. The animate being from inside the beautiful shell was mostly white, but there was a obscure part up near the spurring. The spurring looked like credit card. There were also some Orange share. Henry Martyn Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the Elwyn Brooks White share and put these pieces on the hooks. He handed Cinnamon and I each a spool with the bait and a principal doughnut.

"drop the hook shot and sinker just over the side. Let out line until you do n't sense the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more than feet,"Henry Martyn Robert instructed."Then get out up the line and let it fall on the hindquarters of the sauceboat. Do n't loop the melodic line around your fingers, carpus, or bridge player. You will get a bad burn or cut from the job if a Pisces the Fishes is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our assembly line back in Cinnamon screamed.

"I have a Pisces the Fishes on my line !"she exclaimed.

"drag it in overnice and unwavering,"Robert instructed.

I continued to pull in my strain as I watched Cinnamon. Soon cinnamon had her fish out of piss. Robert stepped over and brought it into the boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few mo for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was blue and yellow striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a grunt, you can tell why,"Robert said as he put it in a gravid credit card bucket partly filled with water."trade good eatin'."

He threw some of the orange pieces out toward the school. He baited Cinnamon's hook and threw it out toward the shoal.

"Give it line until it reaches tail, then take out it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's example and hold my line of reasoning also. Soon Ceylon cinnamon tree screamed again she had another Pisces the Fishes. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my tune, set the draw, and began pulling in my low fish. Ceylon cinnamon had another grunt about the same size as her first. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My fish was longer and thinner.

As he took my fish off the crotchet Robert said,"This is a Seriola dorsalis snapper."

The fish was blue on top and bottom with a yellow banding from the gills to the derriere. We continued fishing for the next 90 minute or so. We had caught about 20 fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Henry M. Robert said,"Time to move on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another school. We anchored and caught a few Fish before there was a big tug on my line as I was pulling in a Pisces the Fishes. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the line. There was nix on the line, no draw, no sinker, and the blood itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Robert."We can either hitch him or make a motion. What do you want ?"

"well cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would make for an interesting memory and a trade good story,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it dangerous ?"Cinnamon asked.

"I've done it before. Just have to be measured if it gets in the boat and starts flopping around,"said Robert.

Henry Martyn Robert got out another sportfishing tune. It had a wire leader, a larger hook, and was practically thicker. He took one of the pocket-sized fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the melody. He unwound a good amount of line and then threw the hooked Pisces as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the surface of the water. Henry M. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the line. He got it back in the boat and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Robert yelled.

There was definitely large dark build moving toward the Fish on the end of the line. The line went taut. Henry Martyn Robert jerked the wrinkle setting the hook. He gave the Pisces some line of business and then pulled back when he could fighting with the inviolable fish. He was able to gain communication channel a pes or so at a time.

"Do you want to sense the fight in this one ?"he asked me.

I went over and he passed me the line. This was like no other Pisces I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the Pisces struggled I could only go for it steady or give it back a little line.

"Keep the parentage taut. If you give a cuda quag it can chew through the metallic drawing card,"Robert instructed.

20 or 25 minutes later the barracuda was coming up next to the gravy boat. Robert had grabbed a 2x4 with a handle carved out of one end. He had used this to pound the conch to dampen it up. He called it a bruiser.

As cinnamon watched, she said,"Be deliberate !"

She sounded a little frightened. The fish was now along side the boat.

"elevator it's chief out of the urine !"Henry M. Robert commanded.

I had about 6 in of the fish out of the body of water, Robert hit the barracuda respective times with the Samson. The fish looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the sauceboat. It was about 4 fundament long. Henry Martyn Robert stuck the grip of the bruiser into the barracuda 's mouthpiece. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of conflict. It had sharp teeth and an angry flavour. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know person who will pay me for this, take in and wax it, and then sell it,"Robert said.

We began fishing again, but didn't even get a nibble.

After several minute Henry M. Robert said,"The cuda pushed the former fish into hiding. We should act elsewhere."

We moved to another school. After anchoring we began fishing again. After catching a few Fish, Cinnamon got something on her line.

"assistance ! I can't wrench it in,"she called out.

Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am sure I did. It jerked and pulled a couple of multiplication,"she said."I got a couple of pulls in then couldn't draw in anymore."

Henry Martyn Robert took the business line and pulled it a duet of dissimilar directions. The line came free then went taut again.

"The Pisces is still on the business. The course must have gotten caught on the shoal,"Robert said giving the line back to Cinnamon.

I watched as cinnamon pulled in the fish. When she got the fish into the boat, it was a turgid, gray, roundish-shaped fish. Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

"They call this a trigger Fish. Let me show you why. Andy push the big spinal column down,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

The fish had a large vertebral column and a smaller vertebral column on it's back. I pushed on the larger spine. It wouldn't relocation.

"Cinnamon, you push the spine down,"robe requested.

Cinnamon pushed the acantha and it went down easily.

"It's a trick,"explained Robert."To get the large acantha to collapse you must push down the minor sticker. That's why it is called a trigger fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

"We are going to induce to go in soon. There's conditions coming in,"he said pointing out to the south.

"Let's go in now,"said Cinnamomum zeylanicum looking worried.

Robert started the engine and started pulling up the anchorperson. We wound up our sportfishing lines. With the lynchpin aboard we started back to New Providence.

"We have to regain my fish traps,"Henry M. Robert said.

As we neared the blot we had dropped the traps, Henry M. Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along side one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the trap were a couple of Pisces the Fishes and 4 crawdad, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water supply his font had a look of disappointment. Then as it broke the open his expression turned to dread.

"Get back !"he shouted.

Cinnamon and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the English of the gravy boat and quickly put it down on the deck.

"There's a moray eel in the trap !"Henry Martyn Robert shouted."Andy find the large tongue and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his seat and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a sheath covering their vane. I removed the slip and set them on his seat.

"Which do you need first ?"I asked.

"The hatchet, then the knife soon after,"he responded.

I handed Henry M. Robert the Robert the hatchet and waited for him to ask for the knife.

"Be deliberate,"Cinnamon said.

Robert was able-bodied to pin the eel just behind the psyche using the handgrip of the hatchet sticking it through the initiative in the trap. The eel made a phone I can only describe as a hiss.

"Hand me the knife !"Robert instructed.

I gave him the knife. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel's heading. Cinnamon had turned away. The tail share flopped a few metre then stopped. Robert sighed in rilievo.

"These matter are evil. Their teeth curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can't pull away,"Robert explained.

The eel looked to be about two and one-half feet long. Cinnamon and I had seen a small one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish trap opened the doorway and shake out the message. Then dunked the ambuscade a couple of times to clean it. Soon we were heading back to the sour grass. We stopped at a dockside gas pump and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the spot we started.

"feeling !"said Henry M. Robert pointing toward the east end of the island.

There was a thunder storm that appeared to be over the area we had been fishing about an 60 minutes earlier.

"I'll clean the fish. Cinnamomum zeylanicum you can arrange with Charles Hardin Holley to blame them up,"Robert said.

I assumed Holly was his wife that worked with Cinnamon. I paid him the amount that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and swarm to Ceylon cinnamon's apartment. We walked into her flat and were confronted by her cat Char. It sounded like Char was upset that Cinnamomum zeylanicum had not come abode last nighttime. It was still mid-afternoon, but Ceylon cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her.

"I'm taking a cascade,"she said going to the bedroom.

I heard the H2O come on, but not the exhibitioner. She came out the bedroom completely undressed.

"Are you waiting for an scratch invitation ?"she asked before turning around and going back into the bedroom.

I went into the chamber, undressed, and then walked into the privy. Cinnamon was standing in the bath tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. Ceylon cinnamon tree turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her sizable chest pressing into my chest. The hot water was running down her back. I rubbed my hands down her back and down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's backtalk with our tongues. I began to stiffen, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass face and pulled us smashed together.

Ceylon cinnamon pulled her mouth away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't wait to get your 'eel'inside me."

She laughed. She reached between our consistency searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my member. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the stop of being abominable pushing up against her. cinnamon knelt down in the tub in front of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her chest as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her lip when it sprung up. The pee cascaded down my breast. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her tongue swirled around it before she took it into her mouth. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her glossa on the tip. Slowly she took more of me into her mouth. She cupped her hands around each of my balls. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her foreland, encouraging her to take me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my mitt to her shoulders and massaged them. Cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace. I held off thrusting, not wanting her to gag again. Soon I was on the brink of cumming.

"I'm going to cum,"I said.

She continued and I exploded down her pharynx. She sucked me dry, then pulled back.

"So this is what eel tastes like,"she giggled.

She stood back up. We hugged. I leaned over and took one of her teat into my mouth. She moaned satisfied, pushing my lip tighter to her breast.

"Can we switch berth ? I've had enough water on my back,"she insisted.

We turned around until my rachis was facing the water. I moved to her other breast. I sucked hard and nibble lightly on her mammilla. She jerked a picayune, then pushed my head against her pectus. I moved lower kissing down her stomach to her belly clitoris. I put my digit in her belly button and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That feels weird and sort of tickling. Not bad Wyrd, just different."

I stuck my lingua in her bellybutton and wiggled it around. She shivered.

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water was cascading down the front of her and on to my face. I moved down to her slit. I spread her lips give with my fingers. My glossa moved over and around her clitoris. cinnamon moaned loudly. Her hands pushed my oral sex into her snatch. I licked harder and faster trying not to drown in the physical process. I pushed one finger, then two into her sexual love hole. I let them explore inside her. Ceylon cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard woman meow from the direction of the door leading to the bedroom.

"Char everything is f… ”, her interpreter trailed off as her body stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my oral cavity and lingua. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knee joint began to collapse. I grabbed her legs to corroborate her. She put her hand on my shoulder joint to stabilize herself. Char poked her head around the recess of the shower curtain the counsel I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

Cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

"charwoman you never come in when the exhibitor is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Cinnamon said as charr disappeared."I'll wash your hair since it is already wet, if you wash mine after."

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the nursing bottle of shampoo. She worked up a lather and gently washed my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched positions. She wet her pilus, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her fuzz enjoying the peck and flavour of her adorable red locks. My hands made their way from her point down to her lower spinal column. I couldn't helper myself. My paw continued down to her ass impudence. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head teacher was lowered.

"Do you desire me to fill the bath tub ?"she asked.

"Sure,"I said realizing our defenseless clip together was not over.

She set the tub to be filled and switched the exhibitor off. The tub began to sate. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her legs inside mine. The water rose until it covered our wooden leg. cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her sura and as far up her second joint as I could reach. She rubbed my calves which were a little sore from keeping my balance on the boat as it rocked in the undulation. Ceylon cinnamon slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the H2O on and filled the tub further until the H2O was lapping at the safety drainage. Her hands encircled my already growing phallus. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one hand and her rich breast with the former. I slid my fingers up and down the length of her pussy lip and squeezed her titty gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was tumid and strong. She tipped her pass back enjoying the sense impression.

"I want you inside me before you cum !"she said emphatically.

I was fully erect and loved the feeling of the warm up weewee and her hands bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I inserted two fingers into her and put my thumb on her passion clit. Her earpiece rang. We both paused for a endorse, but then ignored it. I heard the answering car kick on and take the vociferation. ( This was the former 80's in the Bahamas, voicemail was not usable. ) cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her dear hole. I moved both helping hand to her bosom. I slid into her as she continued to move forward. She was tight and slick inside. Our pelvis met. We hugged each other for More than a hour. We both started jabbing, making the H2O in the tub splattering around. Each time we bumped each early cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some water splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"Keep going, hard and fast,"she said.

I increased my pace and she hers. We banged together for almost some meter before I shot my load inside her. cinnamon grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal muscles clamped around me, then spasmed the length of my rod. When she stopped shivering she lay down in the tub with her head resting on the far end. I lay back resting my head on the other end. I remained inside her for a short time before I slid out. The water began to cool and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

"I'm going to wash our clothes,"Cinnamon said."There's a robe hanging in my closet."

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the washing machine get-go. I sat down in the animation room.

"I'm going to take heed to the subject matter on the auto,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few minutes later she came out.

"Holly invited us to dinner tonight. Should I say we'll be there ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree asked.

"Sure they have been so helpful,"I replied.

Cinnamon called Holly and accepted. She finished the laundry. We got dressed.

"Cinnamon,"I paused."Do … do you have a copy of the playboy you were in ?"

"Yes, I do !"she answered."Would you like to see it ?"

"Yes !"I said.

She disappeared into the sleeping room. She had a magazine in her paw. She opened it and handed it to me.

"I'm on the lower left,"she said as if I wouldn't recognize her."Do n't be looking at the other photograph !"

I looked at her picture. Aside from her wearing less constitution now she had changed very little. In her picture she was completely bare. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her grimace and breasts were directly facing the photographic camera. She was slightly turned at the shank so her pubic hair and pussy were not visible.

"Which do you like comfortably ?"she asked.

"I like the real thing better than a pictorial matter,"I responded."I'm a hands-on kind of guy !"

She smiled and kissed me. We waited to go away for supper .