Bahamian holiday ( continued )

( summary of previous write up : I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back place and the death of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The woman at the figurehead desk at the hotel, Cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner party and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

preeminence : This occurred over 30 age ago so some of the turning point and places mentioned may have changed since that time.

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

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

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

"I have to be at employment by 8:00, today, but I have Tuesday and Wed off if you want a tour scout,"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 set up. Too bad there is not time for a double shower,"she said with a sly smile.

She stepped into the bath and the pee 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 top dog between her ears. She pushed up against my hand 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 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 dyad of paper collection plate. When the first two slices had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 extra slices in the toaster. I choose peanut vine butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the penchant of the kale 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 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 different gustatory modality, but it was very dependable.

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

She giggled,"I have, but not for some sentence. I bought this at a pocket-sized bakehouse called Model Bakery."

The instant set of pledge popped up. I chose the Psidium littorale jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food down for 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 kiss. I told her I was going to do some walk around. We agreed to forgather in the hotel lobby at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The initiatory thing I noticed was that the flowers and champagne that were in my room had been removed. I was glad 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 exhibitioner. I did the normal morning activities. I dressed then checked the weather condition forecast on the hotel channel. I went down to the lobby. No one but Cinnamon was at the front desk.

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

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

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

"If you don't mind a picayune walking, you could go over the bridge. Turn to the right and Bay Street will take you into downtown,"she said."Here lease my calling card in font you need to call off 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 room access. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a toll. I was happy to let on there was no toll for pedestrians. Walking over the bridge was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 substructure richly to allow larger gravy boat to pass along underneath it. At the end of the nosepiece I turned right and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were workshop on both side of the street. Many of them were selling token, shirts, scale, jewelry, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor slope of the street and soon came to an loose air structure with various the great unwashed selling mostly what appeared to be handmade item ; straw hats, wood sculpture, straw chain armor holder, beaded jewellery, etc. One of the for the first time women I encountered said"welcome to the drinking straw market ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a good estimation to wear a hat. The men 's lid were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could have one for $ 10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some brim to shade my face. She even stitched my initials on the dorsum in colorful straw. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one more item, a 3-pocket straw mail bearer. I walked to the West end of business district. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have got for lunch. I walked to the early side of Bay Street.

I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an former 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 upright, somewhat like a dollar chowder, but this was much more flavorful. The daft conch sandwich was also good the meat was pounded out, season, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam strips.

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

I walked to the east end of business district and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued east. A few blocks down I saw a short green cementum block construction with a short line of people waiting outside a window on the street side of meat of the building. Above the windowpane was"modelling BAKERY"in black block alphabetic character above the windowpane. I took my place at the end of the telephone circuit. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to social club loaves of bread, behind ( dinner rolls ), and/or"cement"rolls. When I got up to the windowpane there was no leaning of merchandise or prices seeable to me. I ordered a loaf of lettuce and a"cement"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the curlicue. It was a gravid, gruelling cinnamon roll with white icing. I started eating it, it was luscious. The lucre was very well-nigh and hearty. There was the properly amount of cinnamon and gelt rolled into it. The icing was stocky, 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 route running along the water. There was a large hotel on the left. I came to a sign that read"garrison Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the ocean ahead. I turned right on and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the body of water at what appeared to be a public boat wild leek. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large plastic bucket wide of various Pisces. They also had two large fish in a tell apart container.

"What are these declamatory fish ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my bags down and helped them channelise items from the gravy holder to one of their cars.

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

"About 5 Admiralty mile off east End,"one of them answered

I thanked them. Picked up my bags and continued east. The cinch and the salty air was fantastic. As I walked I noticed a house that said"Edward Teach 's tugboat"with an arrow pointing forward down the road.

"Do you know how far it is to Blackbeard's towboat ?"I asked soul working on a gravy holder at the face of the road.

They had a very thick emphasis, but I think they said,"A very retentive 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 span and into the hotel. Ceylon cinnamon tree was still at the figurehead 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 dissimilar set of clothes. I had more than an minute before I was to fit cinnamon in the lobby. I lay down on the bed. The next matter I remember was the bed moving. I opened my centre and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must make had a big day,"she said before giving me a vast kiss.

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

"Silly motion. I have a master key. Do you need me to allow ?"she asked giggling.

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

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

She ran her hand down my chest, then between my peg. She started rubbing in a circular motion. I quickly started responding.

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

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

Cinnamon 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.

"cinnamon bark 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 deal found her bare breast just as she started moving to her hands and stifle. Her lips touched the point of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my other manus to cup the early breast. Her yearn, red hair created a camp half way around her head. I was still able-bodied 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 titty as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the chance to used my lip and tongue on her now protruding nipples. I reluctantly removed my script from her white meat, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her trouser and underclothes down to her knee and over my head. I rested my head on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her pussy just a few inch above my face. Her George W. Bush was the Saame vividness as her fuzz. Her vaginal lips were swelling and there was a glister of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my nut into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me Wave of with child 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 finger's breadth against her trimmed pubic tomentum. It was indulgent than I expected. My fingers moved to her vaginal lip, lightly touching them along their full duration. cinnamon bark breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the crack between her lips. moisture was clearly visible and the tips of my fingerbreadth became covered with her succus. She let out her breath and took my former ballock into her oral fissure. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy lip. She moaned causing her tongue to thrill against my testicle. It was an extremely gratifying whiz. I pushed my fingers deeper and after running them the full duration a few times I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my bollock out of oral fissure and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! Thomas More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her button. Ceylon cinnamon yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the caput of my penis. Her lingua licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my back talk as she took Sir Thomas More of my rod into her month. I spread her kitty-cat mouth with my finger. I swirled my knife around her dear clitoris. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her mouth. The combination of her tongue and cheek was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a couple of fingers slowly into her sexual love hole. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my control stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a audio that is hard to identify. I was ready to cum.

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

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal brawniness clamped and relaxed around my finger. Then her hale body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my face. My egg tightened and I shot my shipment into her mouth. There was more than she could manage. I felt some running down my member. 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 orgasm I have ever had !"Ceylon cinnamon said after rolling off of me.

"I don't think I have come so much !"I responded.

After a few Thomas More minutes Cinnamon said,"I have to houseclean up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the bathroom. A few min 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 cervix from behind.

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

"Sorry, but I do have a larger comb,"I answered.

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

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

"There are a few places. It depends on what type of food I am looking to cause,"she answered."I have to go family and feed Char, my cat, first. What variety of nutrient do you want ?"

"Let's go I'll think about,"I responded.

We got in the car and drove to Ceylon cinnamon's apartment.

"I 'll run up feed Char and be right out,"she said.

Several mo later she came back out. She had changed into a variety fitting garb. 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 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 sandbag !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a plaza rightfulness on the water. They have a variety of food. I'm sure we will feel something,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said.

I kept staring. After a short crusade she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a loading dock to a large platform out in the water where the restaurant was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the water was wondrous. I believe the restaurant was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a short metre for a table. Several eyes followed Cinnamon as we walked to our board. We were seated at a board that had no other tables between us and the pee. The bar was in the kernel so nearly of the board had a adept view of the water system. The computer menu was large, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drinkable 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 order you."Her look looked dangerous and fearful.

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

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

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

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't imply to worry you !"cinnamon bark apologized."I met Debby a few times 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 feeling that Cindy and you were to a greater extent than just friends. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could bump a guy like you,"Ceylon cinnamon explained."I know Debby loved you very much. She spoke about you a lot while she was visiting. She wanted to get dwelling house to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in touch. 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 sexual relationship so dissolute, but I felt I already knew you."

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

"Yes, you have,"Cinnamon replied.

The waiter came with our food. I had gotten fried Fish and lobster. cinnamon bark had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is dissimilar than the ME lobster which most people picture. Lobster there does not have the bombastic forepart claws, but has long spiked aerial and a bumpy racing shell. The Bahamians call it crawfish. It is also called careen lobster. The meal was excellent. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.

cinnamon said with a sly smile,"No thank you. afters is waiting for us back at my place."

I grabbed the impediment and paid for the repast before Cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Ceylon cinnamon tree's apartment. We walked upstairs and Char her cat greeted us at the doorway. Cinnamon locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with lawn bowling, ice ointment, whipped emollient, cherries, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the table. Cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our ice-cream sundae. Cinnamon loved the cherry red. They were the ones with the stems attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cherry tree, then remove the bow a few secondment later tied in a knot. charr sat in a chair watching us. Cinnamon put a small amount of ice cream on dish and put it on the floor. Char immediately jumped to the floor and licked the plate clean and jerk. Char went to the bedroom after finishing.

"I have a to the full day planned for my inaugural day as tour guide,"cinnamon bark said."Do you need to spend the Nox here ?"Cinnamon giggled.

"Well I've had sweet. Do you make a grounds for me to last out ?"I tried to say with a consecutive face.

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

"Is this rationality enough ?"she giggled again.

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

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

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off visible light as I carried her to the sleeping room. I kissed her before going through the bedroom threshold. Once inside I saw Char laying across the midriff of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Cinnamon on her side facing away from me.

I touched her cervix and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her neck and down the bare share of her shoulder. I undid the hook at the top of her dress and pulled the zipper down. I caressed the now divulge part of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her apparel off her shoulder. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to happen her breast while still kissing her exposed pelt. Her dress was form accommodation. I was able to get to her breast and put my decoration over her nipple 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 clothes. I stood staring at the adorable woman in strawman 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 exposure,"she said."Your clothes are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my dress. I picked them up and put them on a chairman 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 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 marvellous feeling her breasts pushing into my breast. My phallus began to get along to lifetime. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. She moaned and pushed her breast to my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked on her nipple. I then used my tongue to swirl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a footling yip, but did not move away. I moved to her other tit and did the Saami. Her workforce were running up and down my back.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My finger's breadth moved between her legs quickly rubbing her pussy lips. They were very warm. I pushed a pair of digit between them. They were coated with her succus. Her helping hand found my member. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the length of it. I moved to her clitoris. I circled it with my fingertips. cinnamon writhed on the bed pushing up into my fingers. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her fingers around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her stomach as I pushed two fingerbreadth into her dearest hole. I kept my finger moving over her dear push button. She continued to twist on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Ceylon cinnamon tree lifted her legs into the air. I moved between them. I slid my penis along the outside of her kitty-cat. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussy lips and up to her clit. I rubbed the head of my rod on her love life button a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The smile on her aspect was soon covered by my back talk. 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 joy. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten. The force per unit area on my penis was extremely pleasurable and quickly brought me to the border. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my load into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few 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 English pulling her onto her side. cleaning woman narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

My finale sentiment were what did the future wait for us .