Bahama Islands holiday ( 4 )

( Background : I took a head trip to get away from storage after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, capital of the Bahamas, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Ceylon cinnamon tree, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three dark together. She has 2 day off yesterday she was my tour guide in Nassau. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the married man of one of her co-worker. )

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamon. I listened to her slow unfluctuating ventilation. I smelled the enticing scent of her hair. I was thinking how awful it was that I was lying following to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in playboy. 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 meet of guide. I just lay there enjoying the warmheartedness of her physical structure pressed against mine. The earpiece rang. Cinnamomum zeylanicum awoke and picked up the sound since it was on her side of the bed.

"Hello ! Ok thanks !"she said as she hung up the telephone set."That was our wake-up call."

She got out of bed to my dashing hopes. I took in the fantastic sight of her naked body as she walked to the lav. The exhibitor came on and she closed the exhibitor mantle. She finished and I took my shower bath. 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 foot Beantown whaler.

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

We got aboard and I shook hands with Henry Martyn Robert. Ceylon cinnamon tree and I sat down on the fanny behind him and we left the loading dock. We headed toward the East end of the island. Robert stopped by an island east of Paradise Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a brace of minutes. I am going to send packing a match of fish traps before we go out farther to fish,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with hollow plastic gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the scope pointed due east southeast. The water got deeper. We continued several miles until New providence, the Island on which capital of the Bahamas is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water system began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smooth. Robert slowed the gravy holder and gazed across the water system.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"shallow,"he answered."They are rocky formations with plants and fish surrounded by white sand."

We headed to a large darkness place in the piss. Robert put the locomotive in neutral and grabbed a water ice. The pee trash looked like a wooden pail with glass on the large end. Henry M. Robert leaned over the slope and moved the body of water crank around looking for something.

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

His accent was thick, but still was easy to realise. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 invertebrate foot. Put the engine in impersonal, then put the anchor overboard. He let out roofy until stern was about 10 feet from being over the school. He moved the keystone Mexican valium from one slope of the bow to the former. The exacting swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use drop lines here for these Pisces,"Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the decoy, conch. I had never seen a live conch before. The animal from inside the beautiful shell was mostly white, but there was a dour part up near the spine. The spur track looked like plastic. There were also some orange tree parts. Robert cut the orange tree parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white-hot percentage and put these pieces on the hooks. He handed Cinnamon and I each a spool with the lure and a lead donut.

"Drop the hook and sinker just over the side of meat. Let out line until you do n't experience the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more human foot,"Robert instructed."Then pull up the line and let it come down on the bum of the boat. Do n't curl the line around your fingers, wrist, or hand. You will get a bad burn or cut from the line if a fish is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our melodic phrase back in cinnamon bark screamed.

"I have a Pisces the Fishes on my line !"she exclaimed.

"Pull it in nice and steady,"Robert instructed.

I continued to root for in my line as I watched Ceylon cinnamon. Soon Cinnamon had her Pisces the Fishes out of water supply. Henry Martyn Robert stepped over and brought it into the gravy boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few seconds for us to see. It was 8-10 in long and was down and yellow-bellied striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a oink, you can tell why,"Robert said as he put it in a large plastic pail partly filled with water."Good eatin'."

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

"springiness it telephone line until it reaches derriere, then draw it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's example and threw my line also. Soon Cinnamon screamed again she had another Pisces. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line of credit, set the claw, and began pulling in my starting time fish. cinnamon bark had another grunt about the same size as her beginning. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My Pisces was longer and thinner.

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

The Pisces the Fishes was blue on top and bottom with a yellowness stripe from the branchia to the tail. We continued fishing for the adjacent 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 Pisces between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said,"prison term to move on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another shallow. We anchored and caught a few Fish before there was a big jerk on my demarcation as I was pulling in a Pisces. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the respite of the line. There was nothing on the furrow, no hook, no sinker, and the blood line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Henry M. Robert."We can either entrance him or act. What do you want ?"

"wellspring Cinnamomum zeylanicum, catching a Barracuda would create for an interest memory and a good story,"I said.

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

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

Robert got out another sportfishing line. It had a conducting wire leader, a larger sweetener, and was a lot thicker. He took one of the diminished Fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a trade good measure of line and then threw the rob fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the surface of the water system. Henry Martyn Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the phone line. He got it back in the boat and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Henry Martyn Robert yelled.

There was definitely great dark-skinned form moving toward the fish on the end of the seam. The line went taut. Robert jerked the bank line setting the hook. He gave the fish some production line and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong Fish. He was capable to gain note a invertebrate foot or so at a clip.

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

I went over and he passed me the line. This was like no other fish I had caught in the lakes of North Star State. When the Pisces the Fishes struggled I could only hold it regular or give it back a piddling line.

"Keep the line taut. If you give a cuda slack it can chew through the metal leader,"Robert instructed.

20 or 25 minute later the barracuda was coming up adjacent to the boat. Robert had grabbed a 2x4 with a handle carved out of one end. He had used this to lb the conch to soften it up. He called it a bruiser.

As Ceylon cinnamon tree watched, she said,"Be measured !"

She sounded a little panic-struck. The fish was now on incline the boat.

"nip and tuck it's head word out of the water !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inches of the fish out of the water, Henry M. Robert hit the barracuda several clip with the bruiser. The fish looked hitch. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the boat. It was about 4 pes long. Robert stuck the handgrip of the bruiser into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had sharp teeth and an furious expression. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know someone who will pay me for this, learn and mount it, and then betray it,"Robert said.

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

After several mo Robert said,"The cuda pushed the former Pisces the Fishes into hiding. We should proceed elsewhere."

We moved to another shoal. After anchoring we began fishing again. After catching a few Pisces the Fishes, cinnamon bark got something on her line.

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

Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am sure I did. It jerked and pulled a duo of multiplication,"she said."I got a match of pulls in then couldn't draw in anymore."

Robert took the line and pulled it a duad of different directions. The line came free then went tight again.

"The Fish is still on the line. The line must give 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 gravy boat, it was a large, gray, roundish-shaped Pisces. Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

"They call this a trigger fish. Let me show you why. Andy push the big acantha down,"Robert said.

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

"Cinnamon, you push the spur down,"robe requested.

Cinnamon pushed the spine and it went down easily.

"It's a deception,"explained Robert."To get the heavy backbone to crack you must push down the humble spine. That's why it is called a induction fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

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

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

Robert started the engine and started pulling up the anchor. We wound up our fishing telephone line. With the anchor aboard we started back to New Providence.

"We have to recover my fish traps,"Robert said.

As we neared the fleck we had dropped the ambush, Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along position one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the trap were a couplet of Pisces and 4 crawfish, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the piddle his face had a feel of disappointment. Then as it broke the surface his facial expression turned to fear.

"Get back !"he shouted.

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

"There's a moray eel in the trap !"Henry Martyn Robert shouted."Andy find the large knife and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his seat and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a shell covering their leaf blade. I removed the typeface and set them on his seat.

"Which do you want first ?"I asked.

"The hatchet, then the knife soon after,"he responded.

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

"Be measured,"Cinnamon said.

Henry Martyn Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the read/write head using the handle of the hatchet sticking it through the initiative in the trap. The eel made a sound I can only describe as a hiss.

"bridge player me the knife !"Henry M. Robert instructed.

I gave him the tongue. He stuck the tongue in and severed the eel's head. Cinnamon had turned away. The quarter portion flopped a few times then stopped. Robert sighed in reliever.

"These things are evil. Their teeth curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can't twist 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 Martyn Robert took the fish bunker opened the room access and didder out the subject matter. Then dunked the trap a couple of times to pick it. Soon we were heading back to the pier. We stopped at a dockside gas heart and filled the fuel army tank. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the patch we started.

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

There was a nose drops tempest that appeared to be over the expanse we had been fishing about an minute earlier.

"I'll clean the fish. Ceylon cinnamon you can arrange with Buddy Holly to pick them up,"Henry M. Robert said.

I assumed Holly was his wife that worked with Cinnamon. I paid him the amount that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and drove chisel to Cinnamon's apartment. We walked into her flat and were confronted by her cat Char. It sounded like Char was upset that Cinnamon had not come place last night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

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

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

I went into the bedroom, undressed, and then walked into the privy. 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 disconsolate. It's a compliment,"she said.

I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. Cinnamomum zeylanicum turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample breasts pressing into my chest. The hot water supply was running down her back. I rubbed my helping hand down her back and pile to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our tongue. I began to tighten, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass impudence and pulled us tight together.

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

She laughed. She reached between our consistency searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my penis. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the point of being painful pushing up against her. Ceylon cinnamon tree knelt down in the tub in front of me. My phallus rubbed up her belly, and across one of her breasts as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her backtalk when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my chest. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her tongue swirled around it before she took it into her mouth. 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 nut. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my work force behind her chief, encouraging her to demand me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my hired hand to her shoulders and massaged them. cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her rate. 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 mouthpiece. She moaned satisfied, pushing my mouth tighter to her breast.

"Can we swap positions ? I've had enough water on my spinal column,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the water. I moved to her other breast. I sucked hard and nibbled lightly on her nipple. She jerked a trivial, then pushed my head against her dresser. I moved lower kissing down her breadbasket to her belly button. I put my finger in her navel and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That feeling Wyrd and sort of tickle. Not bad Weird, just different."

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

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water was cascading down the nominal head of her and on to my face. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her backtalk heart-to-heart with my finger. My knife moved over and around her clitoris. cinnamon bark moaned loudly. Her hands pushed my head into her puss. I licked harder and faster trying not to swim in the process. I pushed one finger, then two into her love hole. I let them explore inside her. Cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard cleaning woman meow from the commission of the threshold leading to the bedroom.

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

She shook and bucked against my mouth and tongue. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to collapse. I grabbed her legs to digest her. She put her hands on my shoulder joint to stabilise herself. Char poked her head around the corner of the exhibitor curtain the direction I was looking.

"Hi char,"I said.

Ceylon cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

"charwoman you never come in when the shower is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Ceylon cinnamon tree 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 feeding bottle of shampoo. She worked up a swither and gently washed my haircloth. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched positions. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the pot and feeling of her lovely red locks. My hands made their way from her capitulum down to her lower spinal column. I couldn't help myself. My hands continued down to her ass cheeks. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her pass was lowered.

"Do you need me to sate the bath tub ?"she asked.

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

She set the tub to be filled and switched the shower down off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her branch inside mine. The H2O rose until it covered our stage. Cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her calves and as far up her thighs as I could pass on. She rubbed my sura which were a fiddling sore from keeping my Libra the Balance on the boat as it rocked in the undulation. Cinnamomum zeylanicum slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the water was lapping at the prophylactic drain. Her hands circle my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her kitty-cat with one hand and her copious boob with the other. I slid my digit up and down the length of her purulent lips and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her mammilla was erect and hard. She tipped her caput back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully put up and loved the smell of the warm water and her hands bringing me close and closer to the edge. I inserted two fingers into her and put my quarter round on her love button. Her phone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine kick on and select the birdcall. ( This was the early 80's in the Bahama Islands, voicemail was not available. ) cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her lovemaking hole. I moved both hands to her chest. I slid into her as she continued to propel forward. She was pissed and slick interior. Our renal pelvis met. We hugged each other for more than a minute. We both started poking, making the water in the tub splash around. Each time we bumped each other Cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some water splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

"Keep going, intemperate and fast,"she said.

I increased my pace and she hers. We banged together for almost some time before I shot my load inside her. cinnamon bark grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal sinew clamped around me, then spasmed the length of my rod. When she stopped shivering she lay down in the tub with her capitulum resting on the far end. I lay back resting my head on the other end. I remained inside her for a short time before I slid out. The water began to cool off and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

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

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the washing machine start. I sat down in the living room.

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

A few bit later she came out.

"Buddy Holly invited us to dinner tonight. Should I say we'll be there ?"Cinnamon asked.

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

cinnamon bark called Charles Hardin Holley and accepted. She finished the laundry. We got dressed.

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

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

"Yes !"I said.

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

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

I looked at her characterisation. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very little. In her mental picture she was completely nude. It pictured her from the knee on up. Her typeface and breasts were directly facing the photographic camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair and pussy were not visible.

"Which do you like good ?"she asked.

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

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