Bahamian vacation ( continued )

( summary of previous account : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week holiday to get away from things back home and the death of my bride-to-be, 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 party and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

NOTE : This occurred over 30 years ago so some of the landmark and places mentioned may sustain changed since that time.

The succeeding break of day, Monday, the first of all thing I remember was the alarm going off. cinnamon bark stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed fear, then she relaxed.

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

cleaning lady jumped up on the bed demanding attending. We both stroked her she loved it.

"I have to be at oeuvre by 8:00, today, but I have Tues and Wednesday off if you want a tour of duty guide,"she said.

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to take a shower and get ready. Too bad there is not clock time for a double shower,"she said with a sly grinning.

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

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

cinnamon bark finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some bread from the loaf we started the nighttime before. She put it in the wassailer. She set some Arachis hypogaea butter and some jam on the table and a dyad of paper shell. When the first two slash had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 additional slice in the wassailer. I choose peanut butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the taste of the bread was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a red-brown. It looked almost grainy.

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

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

She handed me a corner of her toast. I tasted it, it was a unlike penchant, but it was very goodness.

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

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

The second set of toast popped up. I chose the strawberry guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food for thought down for Char. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge deck 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 match in the hotel lobby at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The number one matter I noticed was that the peak and Champagne-Ardenne that were in my room had been removed. I was glad they were gone because the brought back storage of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a farseeing hot shower. I did the normal morning natural action. I dressed then checked the weather forecast on the hotel channel. I went down to the vestibule. No one but Ceylon cinnamon was at the front desk.

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

"Yes, I called and had someone do that last-place night. I also had them removed from your banknote. Was that alright ?"she asked.

I thought for a few seconds 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 beware a minuscule walking, you could go over the bridge. turn over to the right and Bay Street will occupy you into downtown,"she said."Here take my placard in case you need to ring or you have questions."

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

Another hotel invitee walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the front threshold. I walked up to the span expecting to pay a toll. I was well-chosen to hear there was no toll for pedestrians. Walking over the bridge circuit was like going over a pitcher's mound. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet highschool to allow larger gravy boat to pass underneath it. At the end of the nosepiece I turned right and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling souvenirs, shirts, racing shell, jewellery, and former knick-knacks. I walked down the hold slope of the street and soon came to an open air structure with various mass selling mostly what appeared to be hand-crafted particular ; stubble hats, Ellen Price Wood carvings, straw ring mail holders, beaded jewellery, etc. One of the world-class cleaning lady I encountered said"welcome to the straw market place ”. She offered to betray me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a ripe melodic theme to don a hat. The men 's hat were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could sustain one for $ 10. I looked over the option. I wanted one with some brim to shade my face. She even stitched my initials on the vertebral column in colored straw. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one more item, a 3-pocket husk mail holder. I walked to the west end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have for lunch. I walked to the other side of Bay Street.

I came to a eating house called Lums. I decided to throw an early lunch. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be able-bodied to get. I decided on a pipe bowl of conch chowder and a cracked conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much Sir Thomas More flavoursome. The cracked conch sandwich was also adept the centre was pounded out, seasoned, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like dollar landing strip.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a larger stock more upscale than nigh in downtown, The capital of the Bahamas Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to find souvenirs for my kin and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the Model bakery was located. She gave me management. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the east end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued eastward. A few blocks down I saw a light green cement stoppage construction with a short circuit line of people waiting outside a window on the street side of the building. Above the window was"MODEL bakeshop"in black block letters above the window. I took my post at the end of the line. I listened as the masses ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaf of bread, buns ( dinner rolls ), and/or"cement"bun. When I got up to the windowpane there was no list of products or toll visible to me. I ordered a loaf of bread and a"cement"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the coil. It was a large, weighty cinnamon pealing with Patrick Victor Martindale White frosting. I started eating it, it was delicious. The shekels was very virtually and hearty. There was the mightily sum of cinnamon and dinero rolled into it. The icing was thick, smooth, and creamy. I finished about one-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. There was a enceinte hotel on the left. I came to a sign that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the route with the ocean ahead. I turned compensate and continued east. There were 3 men taking a sauceboat out of the urine at what appeared to be a populace boat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a great plastic pail full phase of the moon of various Pisces the Fishes. They also had two large Fish in a separate container.

"What are these larger Fish ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my suitcase 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 pocketbook and continued east. The breeze and the salty air was rattling. As I walked I noticed a mark that said"Blackbeard 's Tower"with an pointer pointing forward down the road.

"Do you sleep together how far it is to Blackbeard's Tower ?"I asked mortal working on a gravy boat at the side of the road.

They had a very stocky accent, but I think they said,"A very recollective 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 ocean side route, 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 room. I showered and put on a different set of clothes. I had more than an hour before I was to meet Cinnamon in the lobby. 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 take 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 head. I have a master key. Do you want me to leave ?"she asked giggling.

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

"wellspring, I usually eat out Monday night,"Cinnamon said kissing me again.

She ran her paw down my breast, then between my leg. She started rubbing in a circular motion. I quickly started responding.

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

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

Cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my hand. We caressed each early through our vesture. I had stiffened and had created a tent in my pants.

"cinnamon is hungry,"she said unzipping my pants and pulling out my erect rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My script found her stark breast just as she started moving to her hands and knees. Her lips touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my other hand to cup the other breast. Her longsighted, red hair created a tent half way around her head. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the side of meat of my penis. She moved putting a knee on each side of my head. I had continued the massage on her bosom 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 lingua on her now protruding mamilla. I reluctantly removed my manus from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees and over my head teacher. I rested my head on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her pussy just a few inches above my expression. Her bush was the Lapp vividness as her tomentum. 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 mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me waves of great pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

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

I started by brushing my fingerbreadth against her trimmed pubic fuzz. It was flabby than I expected. My digit moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their full length. Ceylon cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the crack between her brim. Moisture was clearly visible and the tips of my finger became get over with her juices. She let out her breath and took my former testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy mouth. She moaned causing her clapper to vibrate against my testicle. It was an extremely pleasurable superstar. I pushed my fingers deeper and after running them the full length a few clip I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my ballock out of mouth and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clitoris. Ceylon cinnamon yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the oral sex of my penis. Her natural language licked the tip. She pushed her pelvic arch toward my back talk as she took Thomas More of my rod into her calendar month. I spread her pussy brim with my finger. I swirled my tongue around her love button. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my knife 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 boundary. I inserted a twain of fingers slowly into her erotic love yap. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a audio that is hard to describe. I was ready to cum.

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

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal sinew clamped and relaxed around my finger's breadth. Then her whole body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my face. My chunk tightened and I shot my load into her mouth. There was more than she could handle. I felt some running down my phallus. I pulled my fingerbreadth out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the braggart orgasm I have ever had !"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said after rolling off of me.

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

After a few Sir Thomas More minute of arc Cinnamon said,"I have to scavenge up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the bath. A few minutes later I got up kicked off my pants and underwear and walked in the bathroom. 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 have a large combing,"I answered.

I got the comb out of my suitcase and walked back into the bath. I began combing her haircloth and continued until she was satisfied. I cleaned up and got dressed.

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

"There are a few billet. It depends on what type of nutrient I am looking to have,"she answered."I have to go home and feed Char, 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 horde to Ceylon cinnamon's apartment.

"I 'll run up provender woman and be right out,"she said.

Several moment later she came back out. She had changed into a form appointment garb. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and physical body 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 place right on the piss. They have a assortment of food. I'm sure we will observe something,"Cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a short movement she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a dock to a large weapons platform out in the water where the eating house was located. I followed behind her admiring her tush end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the water was grotesque. I believe the eating house was called"anchorage ground ”. We waited a short time for a table. several heart followed Cinnamon as we walked to our table. We were seated at a table that had no other tables between us and the water. The bar was in the center field so most of the tables had a good aspect of the pee. The menu was large, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drinks and then ordered our food for thought when the waiter came back with our drinks.

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

My mind raced. Was she in a 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 USA ?

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

"I know Cindy, Debby's first cousin, from college. My dorm elbow room was next to Cindy's dorm room my finale 2 years of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't stand for to worry you !"Cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few sentence when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a movie and for meals. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the impression that Cindy and you were more than just supporter. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could line up 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 tangency. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your name when you checked in. I had to find out you were the same guy. I don't get into a intimate family relationship so fast, but I felt I already knew you."

"Wow ! It is a minuscule cosmos. Have I lived up to your first moment ?"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 unlike than the Maine lobster which to the highest degree people picture. Lobster there does not suffer the tumid front hook, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy shield. The Bahamians phone it spiny lobster. It is also called rock 'n' roll lobster. The meal was excellent. When the server 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 check and paid for the meal before cinnamon bark could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon's flat. We walked upstairs and charr her cat greeted us at the doorway. Cinnamon locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowlful, ice cream, whipped ointment, cherries, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the mesa. cinnamon scooped the ice emollient. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundae. Ceylon cinnamon tree loved the cherries. They were the ones with the prow attached. She would put a cherry red in her rima oris, eat the cerise, then absent the stem a few secondment later tied in a mi. charr sat in a chairperson watching us. Cinnamon put a belittled amount of ice cream on dish and put it on the floor. Char immediately jumped to the floor and licked the plate clean. charr went to the sleeping accommodation after finishing.

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

"wellspring I've had sweet. Do you throw a understanding for me to last out ?"I tried to say with a straight face.

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

"Is this grounds enough ?"she giggled again.

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

"Leave the saucer for tomorrow,"she I instructed.

I picked her up in my sleeve. 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 Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 bare part of her articulatio humeri. I undid the hook at the top of her dress and pulled the zipper down. I caressed the now debunk part of her rear. She trembled again. I slipped her dress off her berm. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to determine her breast while still kissing her endanger skin. Her garb was class fitting. I was able to get to her breast and put my medal over her nipple and began massaging her knocker. Cinnamon moaned her joy.

"I think it would be skillful if I got out of this garb,"she suggested.

We got out of bed. We removed her dress and the residual of her clothes. I stood staring at the pin-up 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 wrong with this picture,"she said."Your apparel are still on."

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

"You are staring,"I scolded.

"Sorry,"she said suppressing a laugh.

"Don't be sorry 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 chest. My penis began to derive to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her breast to my mouth. I opened my back talk and sucked on her pap. I then used my tongue to purl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a little yip, but did not propel away. I moved to her other breast and did the like. Her script were running up and down my backrest.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My fingers moved between her legs quickly rubbing her pussy lips. They were very warm. I pushed a couplet of fingers between them. They were coated with her juices. Her hand found my phallus. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the distance of it. I moved to her clitoris. I circled it with my fingertips. cinnamon writhed on the bed pushing up into my finger's breadth. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her fingerbreadth around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her venter as I pushed two fingers into her love muddle. I kept my quarter round moving over her love clit. 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 phallus along the outside 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 lovemaking clitoris a few fourth dimension before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The grinning on her typeface was soon covered by my mouth. I kissed her as our pelvis came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroke she let out a small oink of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten. The pressure on my penis was extremely pleasurable and quickly brought me to the bound. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my shipment 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 side pulling her onto her position. Char narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

My go thoughts were what did the future cargo deck for us .