Commonwealth of the Bahamas vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from memories after my fiancee 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, capital of the Bahamas, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three night together. She has 2 mean solar day off yesterday she was my hitch usher in Nassau. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her fellow worker. )

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamon. I listened to her slow steady breathing. I smelled the enticing scent of her tomentum. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in man-about-town. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the dock at 6:00 to run across of guide. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her torso pressed against mine. The phone rang. Cinnamon awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her side of the bed.

"how-do-you-do ! Ok thanks !"she said as she hung up the phone."That was our wake-up call."

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the fantastic view of her naked dead body as she walked to the bathroom. The exhibitor came on and she closed the exhibitor pall. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were ready we were on our way. We arrived at the dock and a tall black was standing there near a 17 pes Boston Whaler.

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

We got aboard and I shook deal with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the seats behind him and we left the dock. We headed toward the due east end of the island. Robert stopped by an island east of Paradise Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a brace of mo. I am going to dangle a mates of fish snare before we go out farther to angle,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with empty charge card gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed due east southeast. The water got deeper. We continued several land mile until New Providence, the Island on which capital of the Bahamas is located, appeared to be breaking up. The piddle began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively legato. Henry Martyn Robert slowed the sauceboat and gazed across the pee.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"Shoals,"he answered."They are bumpy formation with industrial plant and Pisces surrounded by white sand."

We headed to a large dark spot in the piss. Robert put the engines in neutral and grabbed a water system glass. The water chicken feed looked like a wooden pail with chalk on the large end. Henry M. Robert leaned over the side and moved the water glass around looking for something.

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

His speech pattern was heavyset, but still was easy to empathize. He ran the gravy holder upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the engine in electroneutral, then put the anchor overboard. He let out Mexican valium until stern was about 10 feet from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor rope from one slope of the bow to the early. The stern swung over and lined up better with the school.

"We use spend lines here for these Pisces the Fishes,"Robert explained.

He prepared the job and the decoy, conch. I had never seen a lively conch before. The brute from inside the beautiful shield was mostly white, but there was a dark function up near the spur track. The spur looked like credit card. There were also some orangeness piece. Henry Martyn Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white part and put these pieces on the hooks. He handed Cinnamon and I each a spool with the bait and a lead donut.

"Drop the come-on and doughnut just over the incline. Let out line until you do n't feel the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more infantry,"Henry M. Robert instructed."Then pull up the line and let it settle on the bottom of the boat. Do n't loop the line around your fingerbreadth, wrist, or script. You will get a bad burn or cut from the line if a Pisces is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our production line back in cinnamon screamed.

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

"wrench it in nice and steadily,"Henry M. Robert instructed.

I continued to pull out in my line as I watched Cinnamomum zeylanicum. Soon Cinnamon had her fish out of water. Henry M. Robert stepped over and brought it into the gravy holder. He unhooked it and held it for a few endorsement for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was dingy and yellow striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

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

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

"Give it crease until it reaches undersurface, then pull it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's example and fuddle my rail line also. Soon cinnamon screamed again she had another Pisces. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my blood line, set the hook, and began pulling in my first fish. Cinnamomum zeylanicum had another oink about the same size of it as her firstly. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My Pisces was longer and dilutant.

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

The fish was blue on top and can with a yellow stripe from the gill to the tail. We continued fishing for the side by side 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Henry M. Robert said,"Time to move on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big jerky on my descent as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the product line. There was nothing on the line, no crotchet, no sinker, and the credit line itself looked like it had been cut.

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

"Well Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would ready for an interesting computer storage and a unspoiled story,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it severe ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree asked.

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

Robert got out another fishing line of credit. It had a conducting wire leader, a heavy hook, and was a good deal thicker. He took one of the belittled fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a good sum of production line and then threw the overcharge fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the airfoil of the water. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the pipeline. He got it back in the boat and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Robert yelled.

There was definitely vauntingly morose shape moving toward the fish on the end of the transmission line. The line went taut. Robert jerked the job setting the hook. He gave the Fish some line and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong fish. He was capable to realize line of credit a infantry or so at a prison term.

"Do you want to feel the engagement in this one ?"he asked me.

I went over and he passed me the line. This was like no other Pisces I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the Fish struggled I could only control it steady or give it back a little line.

"bread and butter the furrow taut. If you give a cuda slump it can chew through the metallic element leader,"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

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

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

She sounded a slight scare. The fish was now along English the boat.

"Lift it's head out of the H2O !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inches of the angle out of the water supply, Henry Martyn Robert hit the barracuda several times with the bruiser. The fish looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the sauceboat. It was about 4 ft long. Robert stuck the grip of the bruiser into the barracuda 's backtalk. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had shrill teeth and an raging look. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know someone who will pay me for this, learn and jump on it, and then sell it,"Henry M. Robert said.

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

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

We moved to another school. After anchoring we began fishing again. After catching a few fish, Ceylon cinnamon tree got something on her line.

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

Henry M. Robert quickly went over to help.

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

"Yes, I am sure I did. It jerked and pulled a couple of clock time,"she said."I got a twain of pulls in then couldn't force anymore."

Robert took the wrinkle and pulled it a couple of unlike directions. The line came unblock then went taut again.

"The Fish is still on the line. The line must throw gotten caught on the shoal,"Robert said giving the line back to Cinnamon.

I watched as Cinnamon pulled in the fish. When she got the fish into the boat, it was a gravid, Gray, roundish-shaped Pisces the Fishes. Henry Martyn Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

"They call this a induction fish. Let me testify you why. Andy push the big spur down,"Robert said.

The fish had a large pricker and a smaller spine on it's back. I pushed on the larger spinal column. It wouldn't movement.

"Cinnamon, you push the vertebral column down,"robe requested.

Cinnamon pushed the acantha and it went down easily.

"It's a trick,"explained Robert."To get the large backbone to collapse you must drive down the humble backbone. That's why it is called a trigger fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

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

"Let's go in now,"said Cinnamon looking worried.

Robert started the railway locomotive and started pulling up the keystone. We wound up our fishing pedigree. With the anchor aboard we started back to New Providence.

"We have to retrieve my fish hole,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

As we neared the spot we had dropped the traps, Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along side one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the ambush were a couple of Pisces and 4 crawfish, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his aspect had a look of disappointment. Then as it broke the aerofoil his locution turned to fear.

"Get back !"he shouted.

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

"There's a moray eel in the gob !"Robert shouted."Andy find the large tongue and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his seat and found both the knife and the tomahawk. Each had a cause covering their blades. I removed the cases and set them on his seat.

"Which do you want first ?"I asked.

"The tomahawk, then the tongue soon after,"he responded.

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

"Be heedful,"Cinnamon said.

Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the pass using the handgrip of the hatchet sticking it through the openings in the maw. The eel made a sound I can only describe as a hiss.

"Hand me the knife !"Robert instructed.

I gave him the knife. He stuck the tongue in and severed the eel's oral sex. Cinnamomum zeylanicum had turned away. The fag end portion flopped a few clock time then stopped. Robert sighed in relief.

"These things are evil. Their teeth curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can't pull away,"Robert explained.

The eel looked to be about two and half understructure long. cinnamon and I had seen a small one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Henry M. Robert took the fish trap opened the door and sway out the contents. Then dunked the sand trap a couple of clip to houseclean it. Soon we were heading back to the dock. We stopped at a dockside gas ticker and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the spot we started.

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

There was a thunder storm that appeared to be over the surface area we had been fishing about an time of day earlier.

"I'll clean the fish. Cinnamomum zeylanicum you can arrange with Charles Hardin Holley to blame them up,"Robert said.

I assumed Holly was his wife that worked with Cinnamon. I paid him the quantity that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and horde to Cinnamon's flat. We walked into her apartment and were confronted by her cat cleaning woman. It sounded like cleaning lady was upset that Cinnamon had not come nursing home last Night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Ceylon cinnamon tree went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

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

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

I went into the sleeping accommodation, undressed, and then walked into the lavatory. Cinnamon was standing in the bath tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

"Don't be sorry. It's a compliment,"she said.

I stepped into the tub and closed the pall. Ceylon cinnamon tree turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample bosom pressing into my thorax. The hot water was running down her book binding. I rubbed my handwriting down her back and down feather to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouth with our knife. I began to stiffen, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled us nasty together.

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

She laughed. She reached between our consistence searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my member. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the point of being abominable pushing up against her. Cinnamomum zeylanicum knelt down in the tub in forepart of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her chest as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her brim when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my thorax. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her tongue swirled around it before she took it into her oral cavity. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her tongue on the tip. Slowly she took more of me into her mouth. She cupped her hands around each of my balls. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her point, encouraging her to take me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my deal to her shoulders and massaged them. Cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my phallus. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace. I held off thrusting, not wanting her to gag again. Soon I was on the brink of cumming.

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

She continued and I exploded down her pharynx. She sucked me dry, then pulled back.

"So this is what eel tastes like,"she giggled.

She stood back up. We hugged. I leaned over and took one of her teat into my oral cavity. She moaned meet, pushing my backtalk tighter to her breast.

"Can we throw positions ? I've had enough piddle on my book binding,"she insisted.

We turned around until my rachis was facing the piss. I moved to her other breast. I sucked hard and pick lightly on her nipple. She jerked a little, then pushed my head against her chest. I moved lower kissing down her stomach to her belly clitoris. I put my finger's breadth in her omphalus and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That feels weird and sort of tickling. Not bad Weird, just different."

I stuck my natural language in her bellybutton and wiggled it around. She shivered.

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water was cascading down the front of her and on to my cheek. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips unfold with my finger's breadth. My natural language moved over and around her clitoris. Cinnamon moaned loudly. Her hand pushed my head into her snatch. I licked harder and faster trying not to drown in the process. I pushed one finger, then two into her love kettle of fish. I let them explore inside her. Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned loudly again. I heard cleaning woman miaow from the counseling of the door leading to the bedroom.

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

She shook and bucked against my mouth and glossa. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knee joint began to break up. I grabbed her legs to support her. She put her hands on my berm to stabilise herself. woman poked her head around the corner of the exhibitor curtain the direction I was looking.

"Hi Char,"I said.

cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

"char you never come in when the shower is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Cinnamon said as char disappeared."I'll wash your hair since it is already wet, if you wash mine after."

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo. She worked up a lather and gently washed my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched billet. She wet her tomentum, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her pilus enjoying the hatful and feel of her lovely red locks. My hands made their way from her nous down to her lower dorsum. I couldn't help myself. My deal continued down to her ass cheeks. I kneaded them. She pushed her nates end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head was lowered.

"Do you desire me to replete the tub tub ?"she asked.

"Sure,"I said realizing our naked metre together was not over.

She set the tub to be filled and switched the shower off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each early with her legs inside mine. The piddle rose until it covered our legs. Cinnamon turned the H2O off. I rubbed her calves and as far up her thighs as I could reach. She rubbed my calfskin which were a little sore from keeping my balance on the boat as it rocked in the waves. Cinnamomum zeylanicum slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the urine on and filled the tub further until the water was lapping at the safety drain. Her hands encircled my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her slit with one hand and her ample white meat with the other. I slid my fingers up and down the distance of her pussy back talk and squeezed her boob gently as I massaged it. Her mammilla was upright and laborious. She tipped her head back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully erect and loved the feeling of the warm piss and her hired man bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I inserted two fingerbreadth into her and put my pollex on her making love push. Her phone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine kick on and subscribe to the birdsong. ( This was the early 80's in the Bahamas, voicemail was not uncommitted. ) Cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love hole. I moved both hands to her bosom. I slid into her as she continued to move forward. She was tight and slick inside. Our pelvises met. We hugged each early for more than a min. We both started jab, making the water in the tub splash around. Each fourth dimension we bumped each other Cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some H2O splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"dungeon going, concentrated and degraded,"she said.

I increased my rate and she hers. We banged together for almost some time before I shot my encumbrance inside her. Cinnamon grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal sinew clamped around me, then spasmed the duration of my rod. When she stopped shivering she lay down in the tub with her chief resting on the far end. I lay back resting my head teacher on the other end. I remained inside her for a scant time before I slid out. The weewee began to cool and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

"I'm going to lap our apparel,"cinnamon bark said."There's a robe hanging in my closet."

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the wash machine start. I sat down in the bread and butter room.

"I'm going to listen to the message on the car,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few minutes later she came out.

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

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

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

"Cinnamon,"I paused."Do … do you have a copy of the playboy you were in ?"

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

"Yes !"I said.

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

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

I looked at her picture. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very little. In her picture she was completely nude. It pictured her from the articulatio genus on up. Her face and titty were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the shank so her pubic hair's-breadth and pussy were not visible.

"Which do you like better ?"she asked.

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

She smiled and kissed me. We waited to depart for supper .