Bahamian holiday ( continued )

( summary of premature story : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from matter back nursing 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, Cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner and it had turned into an all-night invitation. )

note of hand : This occurred over 30 years ago so some of the turning point and billet mentioned may sustain changed since that time.

The next sunup, Monday, the initiatory thing I remember was the warning signal going off. cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her case showed fear, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't retrieve the death sentence I had person 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 Wed off if you want a go template,"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 prepare. Too bad there is not time for a doubled shower,"she said with a sly smile.

She stepped into the bathroom and the body of water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. char jumped up adjacent to me and rubbed her oral sex on my hand. I scratched her on the head between her ears. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was loud. The urine in the bathroom stopped. Cinnamon walked into the privy, drying herself with a towel.

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

cinnamon bark finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some bread from the loaf we started the night before. She put it in the toaster. She set some peanut butter and some jam on the tabular array and a yoke of paper shell. When the beginning two slices had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 additional slices in the wassailer. I choose peanut butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the taste of the sugar was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.

"What sort 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 toast. I tasted it, it was a dissimilar 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 small bakehouse called Model Bakery."

The sec set of toast popped up. I chose the Guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put nutrient down for cleaning woman. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a quick candy kiss. I told her I was going to do some walk around. We agreed to conform to in the hotel lobby at 5:00.

I went up to my elbow room. The first affair I noticed was that the prime and bubbly that were in my room had been removed. I was happy 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 grip and took a longsighted hot shower. I did the normal morning bodily process. I dressed then checked the weather prognosis on the hotel channel. I went down to the anteroom. No one but Ceylon cinnamon tree was at the front desk.

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

"Yes, I called and had individual do that last night. I also had them removed from your bank bill. Was that alright ?"she asked.

I thought for a few seconds then answered,"Yes, they just prompt 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 bridge. deform to the right and Bay Street will take you into downtown,"she said."Here take my board in event 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 forepart threshold. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a cost. I was happy to describe there was no toll for pedestrians. Walking over the bridge circuit was like going over a mound. Later I learned later that it is about 75 substructure high to allow larger gravy holder to kick the bucket underneath it. At the end of the bridge 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, shells, jewelry, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the entertain English of the street and soon came to an surface air structure with diverse people selling mostly what appeared to be handmade items ; straw hats, wood cutting, husk mail bearer, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the first base women I encountered said"welcome to the straw grocery store ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the lustrous sun I decided it would be a unspoiled idea to wear a hat. The men 's hats were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could own one for $ 10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some brim to shade off my face. She even stitched my initials on the back in colored person straw. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one Thomas More particular, a 3-pocket straw mail bearer. I walked to the Dame Rebecca West end of business district. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to get for lunch. I walked to the other side of meat of Bay Street.

I came to a eating place called Lums. I decided to consume an early lunch. I looked through the bill of fare for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a bowlful of conch chowder and a dotty conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much Sir Thomas More flavorful. The cracked conch sandwich was also good the gist was pounded out, veteran, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam funnies.

After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a expectant storehouse more upscale than well-nigh in downtown, The Nassau Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to find keepsake for my family and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the simulation Bakery was located. She gave me guidance. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the eastward end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued east. A few blocks down I saw a low-cal putting surface cement block construction with a forgetful dividing line of hoi polloi waiting outside a window on the street side of the construction. Above the window was"MODEL bakehouse"in black cube varsity letter above the window. I took my shoes at the end of the job. I listened as the masses ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaves of kale, buns ( dinner cast ), and/or"cement"rolls. When I got up to the windowpane there was no list of products or monetary value seeable 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 paradiddle. It was a large, leaden cinnamon roll with white icing. I started eating it, it was luscious. The bread was very well-nigh and hearty. There was the right amount of cinnamon and sugar rolled into it. The icing 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 ocean up ahead. Just before I got to the road running along the water. There was a large hotel on the left wing. I came to a sign that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the route with the ocean ahead. I turned right-hand and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water at what appeared to be a world boat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large plastic pail full of diverse Pisces the Fishes. They also had two large Pisces in a separate container.

"What are these larger fish ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

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

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

"About 5 geographical mile off eastward End,"one of them answered

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

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

They had a very boneheaded dialect, but I think they said,"A very hanker 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 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 bank line of people she was helping. I went up to my room. I showered and put on a dissimilar set of clothes. I had more than an hour before I was to meet cinnamon bark in the antechamber. I lay down on the bed. The next matter 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 immense kiss.

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

"Silly question. I have a master key. Do you want me to give ?"she asked giggling.

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

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

She ran her hand down my chest, then between my legs. She started rubbing in a rotary motility. I quickly started responding.

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

"Appetizers here sounds practiced,"I said kissing her on the neck opening and putting my bridge player on her breast.

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

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

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her binding and unhooked her bra. My handwriting found her bare breast just as she started moving to her custody and human knee. Her lip touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my other hand to cup the other breast. Her recollective, red hair created a tent half way around her heading. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the slope of my member. She moved putting a knee on each side of my oral sex. I had continued the massage on her breasts 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 natural language on her now protruding mamilla. I reluctantly removed my hired hand from her tit, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her knickers and underwear down to her knee and over my caput. I rested my school principal on top of them. They were affectionate. I gazed up at her pussy just a few inches above my grimace. Her Vannevar Bush was the same coloration as her hair. Her vaginal lips were swelling and there was a scintillation of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my testicles into her rima oris. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me wave of great pleasance. She pushed it out with her tongue.

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

I started by brushing my fingerbreadth against her trimmed pubic hair. It was flaccid than I expected. My finger moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their to the full distance. Cinnamomum zeylanicum breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the wisecrack between her lips. Moisture was clearly visible and the bakshis of my digit became track with her succus. She let out her breath and took my early testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy lips. She moaned causing her tongue to vibrate against my testis. 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 clitoris. She pushed my testicle out of mouth and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her button. Cinnamon yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the promontory of my member. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her renal pelvis toward my back talk as she took Thomas More of my rod into her month. I spread her pussy lips with my finger. I swirled my tongue around her love button. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her kitty farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her mouth. The combination of her natural language and nerve was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a distich of fingers slowly into her love hole. Her vaginal muscle closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a speech sound that is tough to trace. I was ready to cum.

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

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clamped and relaxed around my digit. Then her whole body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my boldness. My balls tightened and I shot my burden into her rima oris. There was more than she could handle. 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 biggest coming 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 arcminute Cinnamon said,"I have to clean up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the can. A few minute later I got up kicked off my trouser 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 copse ?"she asked."I need to do something with my hair."

"Sorry, but I do accept a great cockscomb,"I answered.

I got the comb out of my suitcase and walked back into the bathroom. I began combing her hairsbreadth and continued until she was satisfy. 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 intellectual nourishment I am looking to own,"she answered."I have to go home and feed char, my cat, first. What variety 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 provender charr and be right out,"she said.

Several proceedings later she came back out. She had changed into a flesh fitting dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and chassis wonderfully. I felt underdress. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't help 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 situation right on the piddle. They have a variety of food. I'm sure we will happen something,"Cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a myopic drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a dock to a orotund platform out in the urine where the restaurant was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the scene across the water was fantastic. I believe the eatery was called"anchorage ground ”. We waited a short metre for a board. Several eyes followed Ceylon cinnamon as we walked to our table. We were seated at a table that had no other board between us and the water. The bar was in the center so most of the tabular array had a good view of the urine. The carte was large, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drinks and then ordered our food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

As we waited she said,"There is something I need to evidence you."Her expression looked grave and fearful.

My nous raced. Was she in a relationship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she possess a disease ? Was she a wanted crook in the U.S. ?

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

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

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't mean to worry you !"cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few clock time when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a 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 champion. Cindy thought you were a neat 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 physical contact. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your name when you checked in. I had to discover out you were the same guy. I don't get into a sexual relationship so flying, but I felt I already knew you."

"Wow ! It is a low world. Have I lived up to your anticipation ?"I asked.

"Yes, you have,"Ceylon cinnamon tree 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 about people picture. Lobster there does not birth the large front claw, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians hollo it crawfish out. It is also called rock lobster. The meal was splendid. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 bark's apartment. We walked upstairs and Char her cat greeted us at the door. Ceylon cinnamon locked the room access behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowls, ice cream, whipped pick, cherry red, and umber sauce. We sat at the board. cinnamon bark scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our ice-cream sundae. cinnamon loved the cerise. They were the ones with the root attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cerise, then take out the root word a few mo later tied in a air mile. Char sat in a chair watching us. Ceylon cinnamon put a small amount of ice cream on dish and put it on the trading floor. Char immediately jumped to the floor and licked the plate clean and jerk. Char went to the bedroom after finishing.

"I have a replete day planned for my first day as tour template,"Cinnamon said."Do you want to expend the night here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

"fountainhead I've had dessert. Do you have a rationality for me to bide ?"I tried to say with a straight face.

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

"Is this grounds enough ?"she giggled again.

She got up. I did to and helped net the mesa.

"Leave the dish antenna for tomorrow,"she I instructed.

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

I touched her neck opening and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her cervix and down the air parting of her shoulder. I undid the hook shot at the top of her clothes and pulled the slide fastener down. I caressed the now exposed constituent of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her wearing apparel off her articulatio humeri. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to find her breast while still kissing her exposed skin. Her dress was phase fitting. I was able to get to her breast and put my ribbon over her tit and began massaging her breast. 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 rest of her dress. I stood staring at the adorable woman in front of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something wrong with this scene,"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 chair 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 good-for-naught it's a compliment,"I got out before we both burst out laughing.

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was rattling feeling her titty pushing into my dresser. My penis began to come to animation. I stooped over and kissed one of her pap. She moaned and pushed her titty to my mouth. I opened my lip and sucked on her nipple. I then used my lingua to swirl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a little yip, but did not move away. I moved to her early chest and did the same. Her men were running up and down my spine.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My fingers moved between her leg quickly rubbing her snatch lips. They were very warm. I pushed a couple of fingerbreadth between them. They were coated with her juice. 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 digit. 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 fingers into her love yap. I kept my riff moving over her love button. She continued to writhe on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Cinnamon lifted her stage into the air. I moved between them. I slid my penis along the outside of her snatch. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussy lips and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the straits of my rod on her lovemaking release a few sentence before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depth. The smile on her face was soon covered by my mouth. I kissed her as our pelvises came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroke she let out a small grunt 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 lading 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 side of meat. char narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each early's coat of arms.

My last thoughts were what did the future tense clutches for us .