Bahamian Vacation ( continued )

( sum-up of previous news report : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back home and the expiry of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The cleaning woman at the front desk at the hotel, Cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner and it had turned into an nightlong invitation. )

NOTE : This occurred over 30 years ago so some of the turning point and lieu mentioned may get changed since that time.

The next morning, Monday, the first matter I remember was the warning device going off. Cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed fear, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't remember the conclusion 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 work 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 engage a shower and get ready. Too bad there is not sentence for a duple shower,"she said with a sly smiling.

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

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

Cinnamon finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some loot from the loaf of bread we started the night before. She put it in the wassailer. She set some peanut butter and some jam on the table and a mates of paper plates. When the first two slash had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 additional fade in the wassailer. I choose goober butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the gustation of the kale was first-class. 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 neighbor who makes it."

She handed me a corner of her pledge. I tasted it, it was a unlike discernment, but it was very undecomposed.

"Do you broil your own staff of life ?"I questioned.

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

The moment set of toast popped up. I chose the Guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food down for Char. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge to Shangri-la Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a quick osculation. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to forgather in the hotel entrance hall at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The starting time thing I noticed was that the blossom and champagne that were in my room had been removed. I was gladiolus they were gone because the brought back memory of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my traveling bag and took a long hot shower. I did the normal aurora natural action. I dressed then checked the weather condition forecast on the hotel channel. I went down to the pressure group. No one but Ceylon cinnamon was at the front line desk.

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

"Yes, I called and had someone do that survive night. I also had them removed from your peak. Was that alright ?"she asked.

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

"If you don't mind a little walk, you could go over the bridge. Turn to the right and Bay Street will withdraw you into downtown,"she said."Here take my card in example you need to shout out or you have questions."

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

Another hotel guest walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the front door. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a toll. I was felicitous to discover there was no bell for walker. Walking over the span was like going over a J. J. Hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet gamey to allow magnanimous sauceboat to pass underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned rectify and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shop on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling souvenirs, shirts, shells, jewelry, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the haven slope of the street and soon came to an assailable air social organization with various citizenry selling mostly what appeared to be handmade point ; straw hats, wood carvings, straw postal service holders, beaded jewellery, etc. One of the first woman I encountered said"welcome to the wheat food market ”. She offered to betray me a hat. With the vivid sun I decided it would be a good idea to fag a hat. The men 's hats were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could have one for $ 10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some brim to shade my typeface. She even stitched my initials on the vertebral column in non-white husk. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one more item, a 3-pocket straw mail service holder. I walked to the west end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to experience for lunch. I walked to the other side of Bay Street.

I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an early lunch. I looked through the carte du jour for something I normally would not be able-bodied to get. I decided on a bowl of conch chowder and a kookie conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a dollar chowder, but this was much more flavorful. The cracked conch sandwich was also honest the centre was pounded out, seasoned, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam landing strip.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a great store more upscale than near in downtown, The capital of the Bahamas Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was capable to find relic for my phratry and Debby's female parent. I asked the cashier if she knew where the simulation Bakery was located. She gave me counseling. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the east end of business district and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued eastern United States. A few pulley-block down I saw a light green cement stop edifice with a scant line of multitude waiting outside a window on the street incline of the building. Above the window was"fashion model BAKERY"in black block letters above the window. I took my place at the end of the line of products. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to lodge loaf of bread of scratch, buns ( dinner rolls ), and/or"cement"bun. When I got up to the window there was no inclination of production or Leontyne Price visible to me. I ordered a loaf of bread and a"cement"gyre. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a bombastic, heavy Ceylon cinnamon roll with white icing. I started eating it, it was delicious. The cabbage was very most and hearty. There was the right total of cinnamon and gelt rolled into it. The frosting 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 sea up ahead. Just before I got to the road running along the water supply. There was a tumid hotel on the left field. I came to a house that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the ocean ahead. I turned aright and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the urine at what appeared to be a public sauceboat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a gravid plastic pail full of various fish. They also had two large Pisces the Fishes in a offprint container.

"What are these larger Pisces ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

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

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

"About 5 miles off due east End,"one of them answered

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

"Do you know how far it is to Teach's pillar ?"I asked someone working on a gravy holder at the incline of the road.

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

I thanked them and decided to change state around thinking it was too far for me to get to. I walked along the ocean side road, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the bridge 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 way. I showered and put on a dissimilar set of dress. I had more than an hour before I was to come across Cinnamomum zeylanicum in the antechamber. I lay down on the bed. The next affair I remember was the bed moving. I opened my eyes and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

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

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

"Silly interrogation. I have a master key. Do you desire me to go out ?"she asked giggling.

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

"Well, I usually eat out Monday nighttime,"Cinnamon said kissing me again.

She ran her hand down my bureau, then between my legs. She started rubbing in a circular movement. I quickly started responding.

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

"starter here sounds adept,"I said kissing her on the neck opening and putting my hand on her breast.

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

"Ceylon cinnamon tree is thirsty,"she said unzipping my gasp 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 stripped bosom just as she started moving to her hands and knee. Her lips touched the pass of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my former hired man to cup the former white meat. Her long, red haircloth created a tent half way around her head. I was still capable to see as she kissed up and down the sides of my member. She moved putting a knee on each position of my head. I had continued the massage on her titty as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the opportunity to used my mouth and tongue on her now protruding pap. I reluctantly removed my work force from her titty, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her pants and underwear down to her genu and over my head. I rested my head on top of them. They were strong. I gazed up at her pussy just a few column inch above my face. Her Dubyuh was the same gloss as her hair. Her vaginal lips were swelling and there was a glisten of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my testicles into her mouthpiece. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me waving of peachy pleasance. She pushed it out with her tongue.

"When are you going to pop out eating your appetizer ?"she asked with a giggle.

I started by brushing my finger's breadth against her trimmed pubic hair. It was mild than I expected. My fingers moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their replete length. cinnamon bark breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the cleft between her mouth. wet was clearly seeable and the tip of my fingers became covered with her succus. She let out her breath and took my other testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her spit around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy lips. She moaned causing her tongue to thrill against my ball. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. I pushed my finger deeper and after running them the full length a few times I started circling around and across her clit. She pushed my nut out of sass and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clit. Cinnamon yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the psyche of my penis. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my oral fissure as she took more of my rod into her month. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I swirled my tongue around her erotic love button. cinnamon bark jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my natural language harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her mouth. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the border. I inserted a couple of digit slowly into her lovemaking trap. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my spliff. I began pumping my fingerbreadth inside her. She made a sound that is hard to describe. I was ready to cum.

"I am going to add up soon !"I told her.

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clamped and relaxed around my fingers. Then her unhurt body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my typeface. My egg tightened and I shot my lode into her lip. There was more than than she could palm. I felt some running down my penis. I pulled my finger's breadth out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the bragging climax 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 pick up and get redressed."

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

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

"Sorry, but I do make a orotund comb,"I answered.

I got the comb out of my grip and walked back into the bathroom. I began combing her hair's-breadth and continued until she was satisfied. I cleaned up and got dressed.

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

"There are a few places. It depends on what type of solid food I am looking to have got,"she answered."I have to go home and provender charr, my cat, first. What kind of food do you need ?"

"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 min later she came back out. She had changed into a cast adjustment dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her plus and soma wonderfully. I felt underdressed. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't assistance 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 stunning !"I said.

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

I kept staring. After a short drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a dock to a large platform out in the water where the eating house was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the eyeshot across the H2O was fantastic. I believe the restaurant was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a light time for a table. various eyes followed cinnamon as we walked to our table. We were seated at a mesa that had no other tables between us and the piddle. The bar was in the center so well-nigh of the mesa had a good view of the water. The bill of fare was large, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drunkenness and then ordered our food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

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

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

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

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

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't mean to care you !"Cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few times when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a film and for meals. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the stamp that Cindy and you were more than just protagonist. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could retrieve a guy like you,"Ceylon cinnamon tree explained."I know Debby loved you very much. She spoke about you a lot while she was visiting. She wanted to get home to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in contact. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your public figure when you checked in. I had to regain out you were the same guy. I don't get into a sexual family relationship so flying, but I felt I already knew you."

"Wow ! It is a minuscule reality. Have I lived up to your expectations ?"I asked.

"Yes, you have,"Cinnamon replied.

The waiter came with our food. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. Cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is different than the Maine lobster which most multitude picture. Lobster there does not have the large presence claws, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy scale. 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. dessert is waiting for us back at my place."

I grabbed the tab and paid for the repast before Cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon's flat. We walked upstairs and Char her cat greeted us at the door. Cinnamon locked the threshold behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowls, ice cream, whipped cream, cherries, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the table. Cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice emollient. We ate our ice-cream sundae. Ceylon cinnamon loved the cherries. They were the ace with the base attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cerise, then polish off the stem a few seconds later tied in a greyback. char sat in a chair watching us. cinnamon put a small amount of ice cream on dish and put it on the floor. Char immediately jumped to the base and licked the plate clean. Char went to the bedroom after finishing.

"I have a full day planned for my low day as tour guide,"cinnamon said."Do you want to drop the night here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

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

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

"Is this reason enough ?"she giggled again.

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

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

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

I touched her cervix and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her neck and down the bare percentage of her shoulder. I undid the hook at the top of her dress and pulled the slide fastener down. I caressed the now exposed part of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her dress off her shoulder. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to find her bosom while still kissing her exposed skin. Her clothes was form appointment. I was able to get to her breast and put my palm over her nipple and began massaging her tit. Cinnamon moaned her pleasure.

"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 residuum of her clothes. I stood staring at the cover girl woman in front of me.

"You are staring,"cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something ill-timed with this word-painting,"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 professorship in the street corner. When I turned around Cinnamomum zeylanicum was staring at me.

"You are staring,"I scolded.

"Sorry,"she said suppressing a laugh.

"Don't be distressing 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 thorax. My member began to come to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her teat. She moaned and pushed her breast to my mouth. I opened my lip and sucked on her pap. I then used my tongue to swirl around her teat. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a little yip, but did not move away. I moved to her former titty and did the same. Her hands were running up and down my dorsum.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My digit moved between her legs quickly rubbing her snatch lip. They were very ardent. I pushed a couple of finger between them. They were coated with her juices. Her hand found my penis. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the length 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 digit around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her stomach as I pushed two fingerbreadth into her erotic love hole. I kept my flick moving over her love button. She continued to twist on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Cinnamon lifted her legs into the air. I moved between them. I slid my penis along the exterior of her pussy. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussy back talk and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the head of my rod on her passion push a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The grin on her face was soon covered by my mouth. I kissed her as our hip came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down virgule she let out a small grunt of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the paries of her vagina tighten. The imperativeness on my penis was extremely gratifying and quickly brought me to the border. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my load into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few minute later she arched her back and screamed again. She shivered, then relaxed back onto the bed. I hugged her tight. I rolled onto my side pulling her onto her side. char narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's branch.

My last thought were what did the future hold for us .