Bahamas Vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a stumble to get away from memory after my fiancee 's, Debby's, dying. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamomum zeylanicum, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three nights together. She has 2 years off yesterday she was my tour template in Nassau. Today we are going sportfishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her workfellow. )

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamomum zeylanicum. I listened to her dense regular external respiration. I smelled the enticing scent of her hair. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a scene in Corinthian. I looked at the clock by the incline of the bed. It was 4:40 in the good morning. We had to be at the dock at 6:00 to run into of pathfinder. I just lay there enjoying the affectionateness of her eubstance pressed against mine. The phone rang. cinnamon bark awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her incline of the bed.

"hi ! 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 tremendous horizon of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. The shower bath came on and she closed the shower mantle. She finished and I took my exhibitioner. As soon as we were gear up we were on our way. We arrived at the dockage and a magniloquent black was standing there near a 17 foot Bean Town Whaler.

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

We got aboard and I shook hands with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the bottom behind him and we left the pier. We headed toward the east end of the island. Robert stopped by an island east of Eden Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a duet of minute of arc. I am going to dangle a duet of fish traps before we go out farther to fish,"Henry M. Robert said.

He dropped 2 sand trap over with empty charge card Imperial gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed East southeast. The water got abstruse. We continued several sea mile until New capital of Rhode Island, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smooth. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the piss.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"shallow,"he answered."They are rocky geological formation with plants and Fish surrounded by egg white sand."

We headed to a expectant night spot in the pee. Henry M. Robert put the engines in neutral and grabbed a water Methedrine. The water glass looked like a wooden bucket with glassful on the declamatory end. Henry M. Robert leaned over the side and moved the water field glass around looking for something.

"This will do for a start point,"Robert said.

His accent was buddy-buddy, but still was easy to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the engine in achromatic, then put the mainstay overboard. He let out roofy until stark was about 10 human foot from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor roofy from one side of the bow to the other. The exacting swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use free fall pipeline here for these fish,"Robert explained.

He prepared the origin and the bait, conch. I had never seen a live on conch before. The animal from inside the beautiful shell was mostly flannel, but there was a morose office up near the branch line. The spine looked like plastic. There were also some orange parts. Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the White part and put these man on the draw. He handed Cinnamon and I each a spool with the sweetener and a direct donut.

"Drop the hook and sinker just over the slope. Let out cable until you do n't experience the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more than feet,"Henry M. Robert instructed."Then rend up the phone line and let it fall on the backside of the boat. Do n't loop the strain around your finger, wrist, or hand. You will get a bad burn or cut from the ancestry if a fish is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our lines back in cinnamon bark screamed.

"I have a fish on my furrow !"she exclaimed.

"pull it in courteous and steadily,"Robert instructed.

I continued to pull in in my line as I watched Cinnamomum zeylanicum. Soon Cinnamomum zeylanicum had her fish out of urine. Robert stepped over and brought it into the boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few seconds for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was blue and icteric striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a grunt, you can recite why,"Robert said as he put it in a great plastic pailful partly filled with water."Good eatin'."

He threw some of the Orange pieces out toward the shoal. He baited Cinnamon's bait and threw it out toward the shoal.

"Give it personal credit line until it reaches bottom, then pull it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's example and make my line also. Soon Cinnamon screamed again she had another Pisces the Fishes. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the hook, and began pulling in my initiative Pisces. Cinnamon had another grunt about the same size as her first. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My Pisces was longer and thinner.

As he took my angle off the hook Henry Martyn Robert said,"This is a yellowtail snapper."

The fish was blue on top and merchantman with a icteric stripes from the lamella to the tail. We continued fishing for the succeeding 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said,"Time to motivate on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big jerk on my melodic phrase as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the line. There was nada on the line of work, no hook, no sinker, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Robert."We can either arrest him or be active. What do you want ?"

"fountainhead cinnamon bark, catching a Barracuda would name for an interesting memory and a unspoiled story,"I said.

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

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

Henry M. Robert got out another sportfishing stemma. It had a wire leader, a larger hooking, and was a lot thicker. He took one of the smaller fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a dependable total of line of products and then threw the hooked Fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the surface of the H2O. 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 vauntingly disconsolate frame moving toward the Pisces on the end of the billet. The line went taut. Robert jerked the line setting the claw. He gave the fish some line of reasoning and then pulled back when he could fighting with the potent fish. He was able to gain line of descent a foot or so at a time.

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

I went over and he passed me the line. This was like no early fish I had caught in the lakes of Gopher State. When the fish struggled I could only guard it calm or give it back a little line.

"donjon the line taut. If you give a cuda slackness it can jaw through the metal drawing card,"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

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

As Cinnamon watched, she said,"Be heedful !"

She sounded a little terrified. The Pisces the Fishes was now along side the boat.

"lift it's head out of the water !"Henry M. Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inches of the fish out of the water, Robert hit the barracuda several times with the bruiser. The fish looked hobble. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the boat. It was about 4 feet long. Robert stuck the handgrip of the bruiser into the barracuda 's mouthpiece. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had knifelike tooth and an angry look. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know mortal who will pay me for this, exact and mount it, and then deal it,"Robert said.

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

After several mo Robert said,"The cuda pushed the other fish into hiding. We should displace elsewhere."

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

"Help ! I can't drag it in,"she called out.

Henry M. Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a Pisces the Fishes ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am sure I did. It jerked and pulled a mates of times,"she said."I got a mates of drag in then couldn't pull anymore."

Robert took the melody and pulled it a dyad of unlike directions. The line came free then went tight again.

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

I watched as Ceylon cinnamon tree pulled in the fish. When she got the fish into the boat, it was a bombastic, 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 spine down,"Robert said.

The fish had a expectant prickle and a smaller acantha on it's back. I pushed on the larger spine. It wouldn't motility.

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

Cinnamon pushed the thorn and it went down easily.

"It's a trick,"explained Robert."To get the large spur to collapse you must advertise down the humble spine. That's why it is called a induction fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

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

"Let's go in now,"said Ceylon cinnamon tree looking worried.

Robert started the engine and started pulling up the anchor. We wound up our fishing furrow. With the ground tackle aboard we started back to New Providence.

"We have to retrieve my fish traps,"Robert said.

As we neared the spot we had dropped the traps, 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 Fish and 4 ecrevisse, barbellate lobsters. Soon we came alongside the 2d trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water supply his face had a flavour of letdown. Then as it broke the aerofoil his expression turned to fear.

"Get back !"he shouted.

cinnamon and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the side of the gravy holder and quickly put it down on the deck.

"There's a moray eel in the ambuscade !"Henry M. Robert shouted."Andy find the expectant knife and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his seat and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a case covering their blades. I removed the typeface and set them on his seat.

"Which do you want first ?"I asked.

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

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

"Be measured,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said.

Henry M. Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the promontory using the handle of the hatchet sticking it through the openings in the trap. The eel made a strait I can only describe as a hiss.

"Hand me the knife !"Henry M. Robert instructed.

I gave him the knife. He stuck the tongue in and severed the eel's head. Cinnamon had turned away. The after part fortune flopped a few sentence then stopped. Robert sighed in easement.

"These thing are evil. Their tooth curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can't clout away,"Henry Martyn Robert explained.

The eel looked to be about two and half pes long. cinnamon bark and I had seen a diminished one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Henry Martyn Robert took the angle bunker opened the door and judder out the contents. Then dunked the ambuscade a couple of meter to clean it. Soon we were heading back to the dock. 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.

"expression !"said Robert pointing toward the east end of the island.

There was a thunder storm that appeared to be over the country we had been fishing about an hour earlier.

"I'll clean the fish. Ceylon cinnamon you can arrange with Holly to pick them up,"Robert said.

I assumed Charles Hardin Holley was his married woman that worked with cinnamon. I paid him the sum that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and drove to Ceylon cinnamon's apartment. We walked into her apartment and were confronted by her cat charr. It sounded like Char was upset that cinnamon had not come home shoemaker's last night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Ceylon cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

I heard the urine come on, but not the shower bath. She came out the bedroom completely undressed.

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

I went into the bedroom, unclad, and then walked into the bathroom. cinnamon bark was standing in the bath tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

"Don't be no-account. It's a compliment,"she said.

I stepped into the tub and closed the drape. Cinnamon turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample tit pressing into my chest of drawers. The hot piss was running down her back. I rubbed my hands down her back and down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. I began to stiffen, pushing against her second joint. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled us tighter together.

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

She laughed. She reached between our trunk searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my penis. I began to get voiceless. It had almost gotten to the spot of being painful pushing up against her. Cinnamomum zeylanicum knelt down in the tub in front of me. My member rubbed up her belly, and across one of her bosom as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her lips when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my chest. 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 spit on the tip. Slowly she took more of me into her backtalk. She cupped her hands around each of my balls. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her head, encouraging her to take me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my hired hand to her berm and massaged them. Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 verge of cumming.

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

She continued and I exploded down her throat. 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 nipples into my mouth. She moaned satisfied, pushing my back talk tighter to her breast.

"Can we switch perspective ? I've had enough water on my spinal column,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the water. I moved to her other knocker. I sucked hard and nibbled lightly on her mammilla. She jerked a piffling, then pushed my head against her chest of drawers. I moved lower kissing down her venter to her belly release. I put my finger in her navel and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That flavour weird and sort of tickles. Not bad weird, just different."

I stuck my knife in her belly button and wiggled it around. She shivered.

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water was cascading down the social movement of her and on to my face. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips open with my digit. My tongue moved over and around her clitoris. Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned loudly. Her hands pushed my head into her puss. I licked harder and faster trying not to drown in the process. I pushed one finger, then two into her love jam. I let them search inside her. Cinnamomum zeylanicum moaned loudly again. I heard Char miaul from the direction of the door leading to the bedroom.

"char everything is f… ”, her voice trailed off as her body stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my sassing and tongue. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to collapse. I grabbed her ramification to support her. She put her hands on my shoulder to stabilize herself. cleaning lady poked her head around the street corner of the shower curtain the way I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

Ceylon cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

"charr you never come in when the shower bath is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Ceylon cinnamon said as cleaning woman disappeared."I'll wash your fuzz since it is already wet, if you wash mine after."

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo. She worked up a fret and gently washed my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched spot. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the sight and spirit of her endearing red locks. My hands made their way from her head down to her lower back. I couldn't assist myself. My hands continued down to her ass cheeks. I kneaded them. She pushed her posterior end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her fountainhead was lowered.

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

"Sure,"I said realizing our raw fourth dimension together was not over.

She set the tub to be filled and switched the rain shower off. The tub began to meet. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her leg inside mine. The piddle rose until it covered our legs. Cinnamon turned the water supply off. I rubbed her calves and as far up her thighs as I could reach. She rubbed my sura which were a little sore from keeping my Libra the Balance on the boat as it rocked in the waves. Cinnamomum zeylanicum slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the water was lapping at the safety drainage. Her deal encircled my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one helping hand and her ample breast with the former. I slid my fingers up and down the length of her pussy back talk and squeezed her knocker gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was raise and hard. She tipped her head back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully erect and loved the opinion of the warm water and her mitt bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I inserted two digit into her and put my thumb on her passion button. Her phone rang. We both paused for a mo, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine kick on and lead the call. ( This was the early 80's in the Bahamas, voice mail was not uncommitted. ) Cinnamomum zeylanicum moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love pickle. I moved both hands to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to motivate forward. She was closely and silklike inside. Our pelvic arch met. We hugged each other for more than than a minute. We both started thrusting, making the water in the tub splashing around. Each time we bumped each other Cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some water splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"livelihood going, intemperate and fasting,"she said.

I increased my tread and she hers. We banged together for almost some metre 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 former end. I remained inside her for a short time before I slid out. The body of water began to cool down and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

"I'm going to launder our clothes,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said."There's a robe hanging in my closet."

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the wash machine starting signal. I sat down in the living room.

"I'm going to hear to the message on the machine,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few second later she came out.

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

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

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

"Ceylon cinnamon tree,"I paused."Do … do you have a copy of the Corinthian you were in ?"

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

"Yes !"I said.

She disappeared into the bedroom. She had a powder magazine in her hand. She opened it and handed it to me.

"I'm on the dispirited left,"she said as if I wouldn't recognize her."Do n't be looking at the early photos !"

I looked at her picture. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very little. In her picture show she was completely nude statue. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her face and breasts were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic fuzz and puss were not visible.

"Which do you like adept ?"she asked.

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

She smiled and kissed me. We waited to pull up stakes for supper .