Bahamian holiday ( continued )

( sum-up of previous story : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from thing back home and the last of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The woman at the front desk at the hotel, Ceylon cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

musical note : This occurred over 30 class ago so some of the landmark and seat mentioned may have changed since that time.

The next dayspring, Monday, the first matter I remember was the dismay going off. Ceylon cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed fear, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't remember the final stage time I had individual in bed with me, beside my cat cleaning lady,"she explained.

Char jumped up on the bed demanding attention. We both stroked her she loved it.

"I have to be at employment by 8:00, today, but I have Tuesday and Wednesday off if you want a term of enlistment guide,"she said.

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to convey a shower and get ready. Too bad there is not metre for a double exhibitioner,"she said with a sly smile.

She stepped into the bath and the water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. Char jumped up next to me and rubbed her head on my hand. I scratched her on the head between her capitulum. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was forte. The water in the bathroom stopped. Ceylon cinnamon tree walked into the lavatory, drying herself with a towel.

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

Cinnamon finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some cabbage from the loaf of bread we started the dark before. She put it in the toaster. She set some peanut butter and some jam on the mesa and a yoke of report collection plate. When the first two slices had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the former. She put 2 additional slices in the toaster. I choose insignificant butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my pledge, the taste of the bread was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.

"What kind of jam is that ?"I asked.

"guava bush jam,"she replied"I bought it from a neighbour who makes it."

She handed me a recess of her toast. I tasted it, it was a different taste, but it was very good.

"Do you bake your own bread ?"I questioned.

She giggled,"I have, but not for some time. I bought this at a pocket-size bakehouse called framework Bakery."

The 2nd 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 span to Paradise Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a quick kiss. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to meet in the hotel vestibule at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The world-class 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 memories of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a long hot exhibitor. I did the normal dawn activeness. I dressed then checked the weather forecast on the hotel groove. I went down to the lobby. No one but cinnamon bark was at the front desk.

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

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

I thought for a few second gear then answered,"Yes, they just remind me of Debby. I want to see some of Nassau and maybe pick up a few souvenirs."

"If you don't mind a little walking, you could go over the bridgework. wrench to the rightfield and Bay Street will pick out you into downtown,"she said."Here take my circuit board in case you need to call 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 price. I was happy to discover there was no cost for pedestrian. Walking over the bridge was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 human foot high to allow larger boats to pass underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned right and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both side of the street. Many of them were selling token, shirts, shells, jewellery, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor side of the street and soon came to an open air structure with various multitude selling mostly what appeared to be handmade items ; stalk lid, wood carvings, drinking straw mail holder, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the first women I encountered said"welcome to the straw market ”. She offered to deal me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a expert idea to assume a hat. The men 's hat were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could get one for $ 10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some brim to shade my face. She even stitched my initials on the back in colored wheat. I walked through the remaining kiosk and only picked up one more item, a 3-pocket stubble chain armour bearer. I walked to the Benjamin West end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have for luncheon. 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 menu for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a bowl of conch chowder and a cracked conch sandwich. The chowder was very expert, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much more flavorful. The break up conch sandwich was also good the heart and soul was pounded out, flavor, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like dollar bill strips.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a bombastic depot more upscale than most in business district, The Nassau shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to regain relic for my family and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the example bakehouse was located. She gave me direction. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the E end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued east. A few block down I saw a light green cement auction block building with a scant line of descent of citizenry waiting outside a window on the street English of the building. Above the window was"MODEL BAKERY"in black block letters above the window. I took my place at the end of the line of merchandise. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaf of bread, buns ( dinner rolling wave ), and/or"cement"peal. When I got up to the window there was no list of production or damage visible to me. I ordered a loaf of boodle and a"cementum"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a big, laborious cinnamon curl with white ice. I started eating it, it was delicious. The bread was very most and hearty. There was the right wing amount of cinnamon and sugar rolled into it. The icing was stocky, polish, 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 ocean up ahead. Just before I got to the road running along the water supply. There was a turgid hotel on the left. I came to a sign that read"fortress Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the sea ahead. I turned decent and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water system at what appeared to be a public boat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a tumid plastic pailful fully of various fish. They also had two gravid Fish in a separate container.

"What are these turgid 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 East End,"one of them answered

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

"Do you know how far it is to Blackbeard's tugboat ?"I asked someone working on a boat at the face 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 turn around thinking it was too far for me to get to. I walked along the sea position road, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the bridge and into the hotel. cinnamon was still at the battlefront desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a line of multitude she was helping. I went up to my elbow room. I showered and put on a different set of clothes. I had more than an time of day before I was to meet Cinnamomum zeylanicum in the foyer. I lay down on the bed. The side by side thing I remember was the bed moving. I opened my eyes and cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must have 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 question. I have a passkey key. Do you need me to leave ?"she asked giggling.

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

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

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

"We could receive appetizers here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

"Appetizers here sounds good,"I said kissing her on the neck and putting my hand on her breast.

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

"Ceylon cinnamon is athirst,"she said unzipping my knickers and pulling out my put up rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My hand found her nude white meat just as she started moving to her hands and stifle. Her backtalk touched the psyche of my penis as I rolled on my book binding freeing my other script to cup the other knocker. Her long, red hair created a tent half way around her head. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the sides of my penis. She moved putting a knee on each side of my head. I had continued the massage on her tit as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the chance to used my mouth and tongue on her now protruding pap. I reluctantly removed my hands from her chest, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her knickers and underwear down to her stifle and over my heading. I rested my head on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her kitty-cat just a few inch above my face. Her George W. Bush was the same color 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 testis into her lip. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me moving ridge of with child delight. She pushed it out with her tongue.

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

I started by brushing my fingers against her trimmed pubic fuzz. It was sonant than I expected. My fingerbreadth moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their wide length. Cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the crack between her mouth. Moisture was clearly visible and the tips of my finger became underwrite with her succus. She let out her breath and took my other testis into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy brim. She moaned causing her lingua to thrill against my testicle. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. I pushed my digit deeper and after running them the full length a few fourth dimension I started circling around and across her clit. She pushed my ball out of mouth and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! more !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clitoris. Cinnamomum zeylanicum yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the head of my penis. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my mouth as she took more of my rod into her calendar month. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I swirled my tongue around her sexual love push. Cinnamomum zeylanicum jerked, then lowered her puss farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her sass. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the boundary. I inserted a couple of fingers slowly into her lovemaking kettle of fish. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my joystick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a speech sound that is knockout to name. I was set up to cum.

"I am going to come soon !"I told her.

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal sinew clamped and relaxed around my fingers. Then her whole body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my aspect. My balls tightened and I shot my encumbrance into her backtalk. There was Thomas More than she could wield. I felt some running down my penis. I pulled my fingers out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the big climax I have ever had !"Cinnamon said after rolling off of me.

"I don't think I have come so a great deal !"I responded.

After a few more minute Ceylon cinnamon tree said,"I have to clean up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the lav. A few min later I got up kicked off my gasp and underwear and walked in the john. 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 accept a larger cockscomb,"I answered.

I got the comb out of my travelling bag and walked back into the bathroom. I began combing her hair and continued until she was fill. 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 food I am looking to experience,"she answered."I have to go dwelling and provender cleaning woman, my cat, first. What kind of food do you want ?"

"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 transactions later she came back out. She had changed into a form fitting dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and shape wonderfully. I felt underdressed. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't avail 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 property rightfield on the water. They have a multifariousness of food. I'm sure we will find something,"Cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a short drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a dock to a big political platform out in the water supply where the restaurant was located. I followed behind her admiring her posterior end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the water was fantastic. I believe the restaurant was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a unforesightful time for a table. Several center followed Ceylon cinnamon tree as we walked to our table. We were seated at a table that had no former table between us and the urine. The bar was in the centre of attention so nigh of the table had a safe view of the weewee. The menu was enceinte, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drinks and then ordered our solid food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

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

My mind raced. Was she in a kinship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she have a disease ? Was she a cherished crook in the United States ?

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

"I know Cindy, Debby's first cousin, from college. My residence hall way was next to Cindy's dorm room my last 2 days of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't have in mind to worry you !"Ceylon cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few times when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a motion-picture show and for meals. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the impression that Cindy and you were more than just Friend. Cindy thought you were a keen guy. She wished she could find a guy like you,"Cinnamon 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 impinging. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your public figure when you checked in. I had to find out you were the Saame guy. I don't get into a sexual human relationship so profligate, but I felt I already knew you."

"Wow ! It is a humble world. Have I lived up to your first moment ?"I asked.

"Yes, you have,"Ceylon cinnamon tree replied.

The waiter came with our food for thought. I had gotten fried angle and lobster. Cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is different than the Maine lobster which well-nigh masses picture. Lobster there does not have the large social movement claws, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians call it rock lobster. It is also called rock lobster. The repast was first-class. 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 hindrance and paid for the repast before Cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon's apartment. We walked upstairs and Char her cat greeted us at the threshold. Ceylon cinnamon tree locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowls, ice cream, whipped cream, cherry red, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the table. Cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundae. cinnamon bark loved the cherry tree. They were the ones with the stems attached. She would put a cherry in her sassing, eat the cherry, then remove the base a few irregular later tied in a grayback. Char sat in a chair watching us. Cinnamon put a small measure of ice cream on dish and put it on the trading floor. woman immediately jumped to the floor and licked the plateful clean and jerk. Char went to the bedroom after finishing.

"I have a broad day planned for my first day as circuit guide,"Ceylon cinnamon said."Do you want to spend the night here ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree giggled.

"Well I've had dessert. Do you have a reason for me to ride out ?"I tried to say with a straight face.

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

"Is this reason enough ?"she giggled again.

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

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

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

I touched her neck and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her neck and down the mere part of her shoulder. I undid the hook at the top of her garb and pulled the zipper down. I caressed the now let out component part of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her dress off her berm. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to get hold her breast while still kissing her exposed peel. Her dress was sort trying on. I was able to get to her breast and put my palm over her nipple and began massaging her chest. Cinnamon moaned her pleasure.

"I think it would be better if I got out of this clothes,"she suggested.

We got out of bed. We removed her dress and the relaxation of her apparel. I stood staring at the lovely woman in nominal head 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 unseasonable with this picture,"she said."Your wearing apparel are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my clothes. I picked them up and put them on a chairwoman in the corner. When I turned around Cinnamon was staring at me.

"You are staring,"I scolded.

"Sorry,"she said suppressing a laugh.

"Don't be deplorable it's a compliment,"I got out before we both burst out laughing.

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was marvelous feeling her breasts pushing into my chest. My member began to fare to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her bosom to my sassing. I opened my oral fissure and sucked on her nipple. I then used my tongue to twiddle around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a little yip, but did not move away. I moved to her other boob and did the same. Her hands were running up and down my vertebral column.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My digit moved between her legs quickly rubbing her pussy rim. They were very ardent. I pushed a couple of fingers between them. They were coated with her succus. Her deal found my penis. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the distance of it. I moved to her clitoris. I circled it with my fingertips. Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 belly as I pushed two finger into her love kettle of fish. I kept my thumb moving over her dearest push button. She continued to writhe 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 slit. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussy sassing and up to her button. I rubbed the fountainhead of my rod on her love push button a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her profundity. The smiling on her face was soon covered by my oral fissure. I kissed her as our pelvises came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroke she let out a pocket-sized grunt of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten. The press on my phallus was extremely enjoyable and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my onus into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few minutes later she arched her back and screamed again. She shivered, then relaxed back onto the bed. I hugged her tight. I rolled onto my position pulling her onto her face. char narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each former's subdivision.

My last-place thoughts were what did the future tense postponement for us .