Bahamas vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a head trip to get away from memory after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, decease. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two Nox together. She has the next two Clarence Day off and has offered to be my enlistment templet. )

I woke up in the forenoon in Ceylon cinnamon's bed at her apartment. I still had my weapon 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 olfactory perception of her tomentum. I was not sure if it was her shampoo or perfume. My penis was slightly upright and nestled between her butt cheeks. I did not want to wake up Cinnamon. It felt fantastic just laying here following to her. Her peel was so smoothen and soft. About a hour later she began to conjure. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fear in her eyes. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

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

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

"We need to get cook for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to move this spirit 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 wearing apparel I have here for a few hours finis night."

"commodity ! That gives us a more time before we leave,"she said.

Her cat woman jumped up on the bed and walked up and meowed in cinnamon bark'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 survey !"I answered.

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

"wait out your hands,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquid state soap in them, then put some in her hand. She started by rubbing soap on my chest. I returned the favor. Soaping her white meat. She tipped her headland back and enjoyed my hand moving around her nipples. cinnamon moved down to my stomach, then down to my penis and balls. Sliding her hands all around my member. I was already fully erect. I moved my helping hand around to her back and caressed her rear from berm down to her rear end. She reached around to my rear end pulling closer to her. My penis was now trapped between our bodies with the question pressing against her navel. I grabbed her tail end with both handwriting. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, firm cheeks. She moaned running her hand up and down my backbone. I moved my finger's breadth between her butt impudence. I circled a couple of fingers around her ass mess. She pushed back against them. I pushed my finger's breadth inside. She was extremely mingy and her sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my former hired man to her front and lathered her pubic hair's-breadth and pussy lips. She began pumping my penis with her hand. I soaped her love button to moans of pleasure. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two finger's breadth inside her dearest hole to a pant from Cinnamon. I had fingerbreadth moving in and out of her front line and her rear.

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

I pushed her back against the wall and used my hand to maneuver my hard-on into her vagina. I continued to affect my finger in the back as Charles Herbert Best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my cock into her with cinnamon gasping for intimation. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck to proceed from collapsing on the floor. I pushed one last fourth dimension into her and then exploded into her. cinnamon groaned and shook as she reached her orgasm. Her vaginal muscles clamped around me, squeezing the net of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

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

I moved back and positioned her so the water was tuning down her vertebral column. She regained her breath, then turned to face the shower. I put some more max on my hands and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the nursing bottle of shampoo and started working it into her haircloth. There was the olfactory property I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her hair. She had a lot of hair. It reached to the centre of her back. I loved the glazed red color. She bent over to gargle her pilus. 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 pee 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 electrical switch 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 whisker. I don't think anyone else had washed my hair since my mother did it when I was a shaver. It felt good. The water system quickly was becoming cooler. I rinsed quickly. We changed places again and Cinnamon rinsed a few berth on her body that had been missed before. She turned the urine off. We used the towels on the counter to dry each other. This was nearly as exciting as the metre in the shower. Her cutis from head to foot was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a great identification number of freckles, but these just added to her beauty. I brushed her hair after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a quick breakfast, she put down dry food and a bowl of pee for Char, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the unanimous day. Is there anything you know you want to do ?"she asked before starting the engine.

"wellspring, 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 enthrallment 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 necessitate a lot of planning before hand."

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

We drove off and went across the span to heaven Island. She parked outside the main incoming. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 mo later she returned. We drove off back over the bridge to Nassau.

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

We parked in a lot at the bottom of the stairs. The Queen's Staircase is 66 steps that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the shoemaker's last part of the 1700 's. It was renamed pansy's staircase for the sovereignty of queer Queen Victoria who had freed the slaves in the Bahamas and reigned for 64 years. I learned later that one of the step had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a number of vender selling items that were right out of the downtown stubble market place. Cinnamon and I took motion-picture show of the other standing at the arse of the step. One of the men selling token offered to lease a pic of both of us for a dollar. I gave him the money and he took the moving-picture show. Cinnamon and I walked up the stair holding helping hand. To one side of the stairs there was a small waterfall cascading down toward the undersurface. I noticed several men turning their straits to look at cinnamon. Some had an construction of identification on their face. Ceylon cinnamon was a very beautiful fair sex so I could understand them noticing her.

At the top of the step I purchased a issue of word-painting post cards and a short-circuit record book with information regarding the stairway, weewee tower, and fort. This was the highest point on the island. It made common sense that the weewee tower and fort were located here. The step were constructed to lay down it easier to get to the luxuriously point where the fort was located. Again I noticed several men turning their heads as Cinnamon passed. We paid a lowly fee to go to the top of the water system tower. We took the elevator to the top, the lift hustler recited a short account of the water tower and statistics regarding it 's acme. I handed him a couple of dollars as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observation deck and could view the whole island since the sky was clear. It was a wonderful great deal. I was surprised to see two important sized lakes in the general direction of the airdrome. Again we took motion picture of each other with diverse views in the scope. A young boy offered to take a picture of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our moving-picture show. I handed him a yoke of dollars when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the spiral staircase to the bottom.

We then walked over to Fort Fincastle. The fort was shaped like a paddle boat apparently to deceive ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a garrison it had a number of cannons to be used if unfriendly ships approached. We walked around the garrison, but did not take the"official"tour. Again there were a act of men taking more than a casual notice of Cinnamon. Some with an expression of identification. We left the fort and went back down the pansy's staircase to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few minutes we came to another fort, fortress Charlotte. This was a much gravid fort. We walked across the bridge circuit over the dry fosse. We joined a grouping that was gathering for a tour. There were about 20 of us when the tour started. Our tour guide went through the chronicle of the fort, shoot humor as he did. We completed the speed stratum and moved to the lower level. On the lower stage there were dungeon with mannequins depicting torture that may suffer taken station.

When we came to the single-foot the tour guide said,"And this is how they created players for the NBA."

Most everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the lower level. The guide told us to cohere around for the firing of the shank at noonday. I handed the pathfinder $ 5 as we exited the lower layer. The firing of the carom was in 15 arcminute so we waited around. We took movie of each other standing by one of the shank. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to take a picture of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious notice of Cinnamon. A Brigham Young man was telling the grouping about the carom. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to adulterate it with a partial rush. He prepared the shank and shooter it with a loud boom. The carom rocked back a inadequate distance then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a straightaway luncheon, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission. We walked along the path with our arms around each former. We looked at several of the plants and brute that were on display. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a unfold expanse with work bench arranged in a semi-circle. multitude were gathering for"The marching of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to pass off in about 15 minutes. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The flight simulator asked if anyone would like to step into the lap and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamomum zeylanicum to go out so I could get a few pictures. The flamingos surrounded her and I took several pictures. After the appearance ended we walked over to the sea life orbit. There were a number of fish and other interest sea creatures. We came around the niche and there was a declamatory shallow consortium with a routine of sea turtles.

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

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the pool and secured one of the turtles. Additional people gathered around the syndicate. He brought the turtleneck over to the side of the pool.

"This is a green sea turtleneck,"he explained.

He allowed us to touch the back of it's shell. He then tipped the polo-neck up with it's headway and front flippers in the air. We touched the shell on its abdomen. It was smoother than the shell on it's back. He gave others the same chance. He next secured another turtle.

"This is a hawksbill polo-neck,"he said.

This turtle had a curved nozzle and beautiful eggshell and skin coloration. It was much pocket-sized than the other turtleneck and he was able to lift it completely out if the water system. It flapped it's front line fin and looked like it was trying to fly.

"I can't let you touch it. It may seize with teeth,"he warned.

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

cinnamon tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of turn turtle case. Sea turtleneck are endangered and you can't take turtle products into the US Government"

There was a lot of turtle carapace jewelry. Much of it was fairly expensive. The future display case had a selection of couch shield jewellery. When Ceylon cinnamon tree was looking at some early point, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendent shaped like a warmness. We left the natural endowment workshop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"cinnamon asked.

"Something for my female parent,"I answered.

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

"Yes, let's try ! It was east of fort Ashley Montagu on the road along the water supply,"I informed her.

We drove to the spot I had seen the preindication the day before. We drove a fiddling farther. We saw a polarity by a gravel surface area big enough for maybe 4 cars to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a narrow-minded trail that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Ceylon cinnamon only because she had gotten to the start of the path first. I watched her back end end as she walked in straw man of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in social movement of me. The lead got steeper as we went. An old Oliver Stone structure came into tidy sum as the path became a crumbling set of stone steps.

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

A couplet came down the steps toward us. I recognized the woman first, then the man. They were the couple from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a good look at cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the towboat. There was a metal sign that that difficult to read because it was corroded. It said a little about the tower. It was built in the 1700's, but the builder are not known for sure. We went into the tower and managed to mount to the top. From the top we had a good view of the eastward end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a unspoiled vantage breaker point to see incoming ships and hold some variety of signal to other theatrical role of the island.

I kissed Cinnamomum zeylanicum and said,"Thanks for a wonderful 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 dame,"Ceylon cinnamon tree whispered in my ear.

She kissed my cervix and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a number of house that had a purview of the top of the pillar. I suggested we move to the lower level. I got down first and helped Cinnamon down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my trouser and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles. I pulled down her bloomers and pantie. We kicked off our shoes and clothes. I looked intently at the beautiful naked woman in movement of me.

"You are staring,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my hands on her breasts.

"Ye have plentiful heart my bird,"I said trying to do my best pirate imitation.

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

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

I pressed my handwriting into her breasts and massaged them. I pushed her up against a politic portion of the stone wall. I kissed her hard and pushed my tongue against her brim and she opened her lips to let it's introduction. Cinnamon moaned into my rima oris. She grabbed my butt cheek and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the home of the paries. My raise penis pushed between her branch then up the shot between her stub impertinence. It was a strange sensation with the top of phallus pressed against her warm body and the underside against the cooler stone wall. I moved a hand down between her branch and located her cunt. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingerbreadth between her twat brim.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye lay down me feel so good."

I moved my digit along her vaginal backtalk. She pushed into them. I found her clitoris and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.

She again nibbled on my ear and then whispered,"Continue my swarthy beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my fingers rubbed over her sexual love button. I pressed down and moved my finger's breadth in a orbitual gesture. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the wall and her ass cheeks. My musket ball bumped against her thighs with each motion forward. I pushed one and then a indorse finger into her sexual love kettle of fish. Her vaginal paries pressed around my finger's breadth. I thrust them in and out to moans of approval.

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

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

"If your cannonballs are quick you should debase your cannon !"Cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"cannon"have access to her dear hole. She guided me into her. Her warm helping hand felt effective compared to the insensate wall the underside of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, soaked love tunnel.

"Time to prime your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my cannon. My fingerbreadth moved back to her clit. For several min we continued pounding against each other. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid weather condition of the sunny afternoon. The tone of the SALT air just added to the joy we both were feeling.

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

"Fire when fix !"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 climax took over her body.

I shot my load into her, shivered, and kept pumping. cinnamon bark had relaxed slightly, but then her body stiffened and her arms and vaginal brawn squeezed me again in her back orgasm. I continued to pump.

"diaphragm, stopover !"she exclaimed."You hit your target."

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me timberland,"I responded.

We held each other until our respiration returned to normal and at least my marrow 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 nipper saying Teach's column coming from down the track. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumbling steps. At the end of the steps where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 young boy maybe 12 and 10. A few seconds later a younger female child passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a prospicient looking at Cinnamon.

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

"Not far, a little over 100 infantry, but it gets unconscionable,"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 quell here or follow up ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree asked.

"I'll just stay 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 exceptional observation of Cinnamon today. Some with a jot of realisation. In a few minutes Cinnamon got back in the car.

"I have some news program,"she said."Do you still want to try sportfishing ?"

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

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The husband of soul I work with takes people out fishing for a living. He usually takes Tues and Midweek off, but agreed to takes us out for half Leontyne Price if we pay for gas, and bait."

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

"Do you mind us staying in your hotel room ? We could guild room service and get to bed early,"cinnamon bark said."We are supposed to get together Ken at the dock at six."

"auditory sensation good to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge circuit to heaven 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 spend in my elbow room. Ceylon cinnamon ordered for us and got our meal for detached. We watched television as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Ceylon cinnamon tree said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were unclothe and in bed with me snuggled up to her rear with my arm around her. I cupped her chest with my paw. I squeezed it lightly.

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

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

After a minute or so she said,"wellspring … I may know why."She stopped."I … I was in Corinthian a couplet of years ago."

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

"You are sure as shooting person I would like to see naked,"I said.

"You … you do n't think to a lesser extent of me, do you ?"she asked.

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both interesting and exciting. I never thought I would feature sex with a Playboy model."Still picking my Good Book carefully.

"Playboy good example, hardly. I heard they were looking for woman for an upcoming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an selective information sheet. They called me back for an interview the next day. I must have done well. At the end of the consultation they asked if I would rest to consume some clothed pictures taken. They called a few Clarence Day later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the story shorter I made it into the cartridge clip,"she finished.

"Congratulations,"I said.

"Thank you !"she said in a tired voice.

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a short prison term just thinking about how lucky I was to have made passion to someone who appeared in Playboy .