Bahamas Vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from remembering after my fiancee 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two nighttime together. She has the next two twenty-four hours off and has offered to be my term of enlistment guide. )

I woke up in the morning in Cinnamon's bed at her apartment. I still had my arm around her, however during the Night she had turned and was facing away from me. I was snuggled up close to her. I loved the olfaction of her hair. I was not certain if it was her shampoo or aroma. My phallus was slightly rear and nestled between her butt cheeks. I did not want to wake up Cinnamon. It felt wonderful just laying here adjacent to her. Her skin was so politic and soft. About a hour later she began to stir. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fear in her eyes. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

"Good morning !"she said."I just am not used to waking up with someone else in my bed."

We kissed, then she turned her head back. I kissed her on the cervix. She purred.

"We need to get ready for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to affect this tactile property so good. Do you need to go back to the hotel for clothes ?"

I thought for a few seconds and answered,"No. I only wore the dress I have here for a few minute death night."

"commodity ! That gives us a more time before we leave,"she said.

Her cat cleaning woman jumped up on the bed and walked up and meowed in Cinnamon's face.

"She wants to be fed. She won't leave me alone until that happens,"she said.

Cinnamon got up and went to the kitchen. In a few minutes she came back into the bedroom. I watched her breasts bounce as she walked toward the bed.

"Do you want to bring ‘ Follow the Leader'?"she asked.

"With you leading I will definitely travel along !"I answered.

She took my hand. I got out of bed and followed her into the bath. I intently watched her tight rear end as she walked in movement of me. She turned on the exhibitor, adjusted the temperature, then guided me in. She shut the shower curtain behind us.

"handgrip out your hired man,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquidity soap in them, then put some in her hand. She started by rubbing soap on my chest of drawers. I returned the favor. Soaping her breasts. She tipped her head back and enjoyed my hands moving around her nipples. cinnamon moved down to my belly, then down to my penis and ballock. Sliding her bridge player all around my fellow member. I was already fully vertical. I moved my hand around to her back and caressed her vertebral column from shoulders down to her prat end. She reached around to my rear end pulling closer to her. My penis was now trapped between our bodies with the nous pressing against her belly button. I grabbed her bum with both hand. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, firm cheeks. She moaned running her hands up and down my back. I moved my fingers between her backside impertinence. I circled a couple of fingers around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my fingers inside. She was extremely smashed and her sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my early hand to her front and lathered her pubic hair and kitty lip. She began pumping my member with her manus. I soaped her lie with button to moans of pleasance. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two fingers inside her love hole to a gasp from Cinnamon. I had fingers moving in and out of her front and her rear.

"screwing me Andy ! fuck me !"she yelled.

I pushed her back against the wall and used my hand to steer my erection into her vagina. I continued to move my digit in the back as best I could. I pushed until my phallus was fully inside her. I began ramming my cock into her with Cinnamon gasping for breath. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck to keep from collapsing on the base. I pushed one shoemaker's last time into her and then exploded into her. Ceylon cinnamon tree groaned and shook as she reached her coming. Her vaginal muscles clamped around me, squeezing the lowest of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

"No ( breather ), no ( breath ), Sir Thomas More,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the body of water was tuning down her back. She regained her breath, then turned to face the shower. I put some more grievous bodily harm on my custody and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started working it into her hair. There was the aroma I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her hair. She had a lot of haircloth. It reached to the midsection of her back. I loved the sheeny red coloring. She bent over to rinse off her hair's-breadth. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect phallus. It slipped between her cheeks and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

"Not now, maybe another time. The hot water will be running out soon,"she explained.

"Ok, I really wasn't hard enough and it just happened to get there,"I replied."Let's switch ends so I can dampen my hair."

We repositioned so I could wet my fuzz. As soon as my hair was wet Cinnamon began shampooing my hair. I don't think anyone else had washed my hairsbreadth since my mother did it when I was a youngster. It felt good. The water supply quickly was becoming cooler. I rinsed quickly. We changed seat again and Cinnamomum zeylanicum rinsed a few station on her body that had been missed before. She turned the water off. We used the towels on the counter to dry each other. This was nearly as charge as the metre in the cascade. Her skin from headspring to understructure was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a declamatory number of lentigo, but these just added to her beauty. I brushed her hair after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a nimble breakfast, she put down dry food and a stadium of water for cleaning lady, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the unharmed day. Is there anything you know you want to do ?"she asked before starting the engine.

"Well, yesterday when I went exploring I saw a sign for Blackbeard's towboat toward the E end of the island. I 've always had some fascination with pirates,"I said."And I … ah … never mind."

"What is it ? You can say anything,"Ceylon cinnamon tree queried.

I waited then said,"Yesterday I came across some men who had been out sportfishing. fishing here would be an interesting experience. But that would require a lot of planning before hand."

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go sportfishing with my father in Badger State,"cinnamon bark said."We will try to find Blackbeard's Tower later today. I do deliver to stop at the hotel before we start our day."

We drove off and went across the span to heaven Island. She parked outside the chief entrance. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 minutes later she returned. We drove off back over the bridge to Nassau.

"We are going to the Queen 's stairway, the water tower, and Fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the bottom of the stairs. The queen mole rat's stairway is 66 pace that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the last part of the 1700 's. It was renamed Queen's Staircase for the sovereignty of poof Victoria who had freed the striver in the Bahamas and reigned for 64 age. I learned later that one of the steps had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a number of trafficker selling item that were right out of the downtown Straw securities industry. Cinnamon and I took word picture of the early standing at the bottom of the steps. One of the men selling point offered to take a picture of both of us for a dollar mark. I gave him the money and he took the exposure. Cinnamon and I walked up the steps holding paw. To one English of the stairs there was a small waterfall cascading down toward the bottom. I noticed several men turning their heads to look at Cinnamon. Some had an saying of recognition on their face. Cinnamon was a very beautiful woman so I could understand them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a number of picture post cards and a curt book with selective information regarding the staircase, water tower, and fort. This was the in high spirits spot on the island. It made sense that the water tugboat and fort were located here. The stairs were constructed to make it sluttish to get to the mellow point where the fortress was located. Again I noticed several men turning their question as cinnamon bark passed. We paid a little fee to go to the top of the pee tower. We took the elevator to the top, the elevator operator recited a short chronicle of the water tower and statistics regarding it 's EL. I handed him a duad of dollars as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observation deck of cards and could view the whole island since the sky was clear. It was a marvelous sight. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the worldwide focussing of the airport. Again we took pictures of each early with various prospect in the background. A young boy offered to take a impression of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our picture. I handed him a twosome of dollars when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the whorl staircase to the bottom.

We then walked over to garrison Fincastle. The fortress was shaped like a paddle gravy boat apparently to deceive ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a garrison it had a number of shank to be used if unfriendly ships approached. We walked around the garrison, but did not take the"official"spell. Again there were a number of men taking more than a everyday poster of Cinnamon. Some with an expression of acknowledgment. We left the fort and went back down the fairy's stairway to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few minutes we came to another fort, Fort Charlotte. This was a much larger garrison. We walked across the bridgework over the dry moat. We joined a chemical group that was gathering for a tour. There were about 20 of us when the term of enlistment started. Our tour pathfinder went through the history of the fort, injected mood as he did. We completed the upper level and moved to the lower level. On the lower layer there were dungeons with model depicting anguish that may make taken plaza.

When we came to the rack the tour guide said,"And this is how they created instrumentalist for the NBA."

well-nigh everyone chuckled. We completed the spell of the low-spirited level. The guide told us to hold fast around for the release of the carom at noon. I handed the guide $ 5 as we exited the turn down stratum. The lighting of the shank was in 15 second so we waited around. We took pictures of each other standing by one of the carom. In a few seconds a youth boy came over and offered to take a picture of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious notice of Cinnamomum zeylanicum. A Brigham Young man was telling the chemical group about the shank. He was going to burn the 12-pounder with no round shot loaded, but was going to load it with a partial tone boot. He prepared the carom and shot it with a loud boom. The cannon rocked back a brusk space then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a agile lunch, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission. We walked along the path with our arms around each other. We looked at several of the plants and animate being that were on exhibit. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a undecided area with terrace arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for"The Mar of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to occur in about 15 min. The flight simulator stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The flight simulator asked if anyone would like to step into the circle and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamon to go out so I could get a few pictures. The flamingos surrounded her and I took several pic. After the show ended we walked over to the sea life surface area. There were a number of fish and other interesting sea creatures. We came around the box and there was a large shallow pool with a numeral of sea turtles.

A man came out and asked,"Would like to see the turtleneck close up."

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the kitty and secured one of the turtles. additional people gathered around the pocket billiards. He brought the turtle over to the side of the pool.

"This is a putting surface sea turtle,"he explained.

He allowed us to touch the back of it's eggshell. He then tipped the turtle up with it's straits and front end flipper in the air. We touched the carapace on its stomach. It was smoother than the casing on it's back. He gave others the same opportunity. He side by side secured another turtle.

"This is a hawksbill turtle,"he said.

This turtle had a curved beak and beautiful racing shell and skin coloration. It was much smaller than the former turtle and he was able to come up it completely out if the water supply. It flapped it's forepart fin and looked like it was trying to fly.

"I can't let you touch it. It may bite,"he warned.

He had a box for donation and I left a generous one. We walked into the endowment shop.

Ceylon cinnamon tree tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of capsize shells. Sea turtles are endangered and you can't adopt turtle products into the U.S. government"

There was a lot of turtle cuticle jewellery. Much of it was fairly expensive. The next display case had a extract of sofa carapace jewelry. When cinnamon bark was looking at some other item, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendant shaped like a heart. We left the talent store and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"Cinnamon asked.

"Something for my mother,"I answered.

"Do you still want to try to find Blackbeard's Tower ? ”, Cinnamon asked.

"Yes, let's try ! It was east of garrison Montagu on the route along the water,"I informed her.

We drove to the place I had seen the sign the day before. We drove a piddling farther. We saw a signal by a nonplus field big enough for maybe 4 cars to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a narrow trail that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Ceylon cinnamon tree only because she had gotten to the start of the track first. I watched her seat end as she walked in front of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in figurehead of me. The trail got steeper as we went. An old endocarp social organization came into visual sense as the path became a crumbling set of stone steps.

"We are almost there,"I said to Cinnamon.

A duet came down the stairs toward us. I recognized the woman first, then the man. They were the duad from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a good look at Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the column. There was a metal signaling that that unmanageable to read because it was corroded. It said a little about the tower. It was built in the 1700's, but the builders are not known for sealed. We went into the tower and managed to climb to the top. From the top we had a good thought of the eastern United States end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a good vantage compass point to see entry ships and score some kind of signal to former parts of the island.

I kissed Cinnamon and said,"Thanks for a marvellous day."

She hugged me close. I seemed she didn't want let go. She kissed my neck and lightly nibbled on my ear.

"I want to be a sea rover 's wench,"Ceylon cinnamon tree whispered in my ear.

She kissed my cervix and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a figure of houses that had a view of the top of the tower. I suggested we move to the lower spirit level. I got down first and helped cinnamon down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles. I pulled down her pants and panties. We kicked off our shoes and clothes. I looked intently at the beautiful nude woman in presence of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my workforce on her breasts.

"Ye have ample bosoms my wench,"I said trying to do my best plagiarizer imitation.

"What are your intentions you swarthy brute,"she responded.

"I intend to have my way with you and rape you,"I said.

I pressed my hands into her breasts and massaged them. I pushed her up against a smooth constituent of the pit rampart. I kissed her hard and force my tongue against her lips and she opened her lips to reserve it's entry. Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned into my mouthpiece. She grabbed my hind end impudence and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the stem of the wall. My rear penis pushed between her legs then up the crack between her butt cheeks. It was a unusual genius with the top of penis pressed against her fond body and the underside against the ice chest stone paries. I moved a hand down between her legs and located her pussy. It was hot and moist. I pushed my finger's breadth between her pussy lips.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye make me feel so good."

I moved my fingers along her vaginal lips. She pushed into them. I found her clitoris and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.

She again nibbled on my ear and then whispered,"Continue my dusky beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my fingers rubbed over her love button. I pressed down and moved my digit in a circular motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the paries and her ass nerve. My balls bumped against her thighs with each relocation forward. I pushed one and then a back finger into her lovemaking jam. Her vaginal walls pressed around my fingers. I thrust them in and out to moan of approval.

"I'm ready for you to ‘ shiver me timbers ’,"I whispered in her ear.

She continued to moan. She pushed her knocker and pelvis into my welcoming hands.

"If your round shot are ready you should load your carom !"cinnamon bark responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"carom"have accession to her love pickle. She guided me into her. Her lovesome hired hand felt just compared to the inhuman wall the underside of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, guileful, tight love tunnel.

"fourth dimension to undercoat your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my cannon. My digit moved back to her button. For respective hour we continued pounding against each other. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid weather of the sunny afternoon. The olfactory perception of the salt air just added to the pleasure we both were feeling.

"The shank is primed !"I said to her between breaths.

"attack when ready !"Cinnamon returned, just as I felt her clinch around my cannon.

"The fuzee is lit,"I said as my balls tightened."Firing !"I shouted as her orgasm took over her body.

I shot my load into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Ceylon cinnamon tree had relaxed slightly, but then her body stiffened and her sleeve and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her endorsement orgasm. I continued to pump.

"plosive consonant, stop !"she exclaimed."You hit your target."

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me timbers,"I responded.

We held each other until our breathing returned to normal and at least my affectionateness stopped pounding in my pectus. We gathered our clothes and began getting dressed. I helped Ceylon cinnamon tree with her bra. We heard the voice of fry saying Blackbeard's Tower coming from down the trail. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumbling footfall. At the end of the steps where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 young boys maybe 12 and 10. A few seconds later a younger female child passed us. Then their parents walked past. The sire took a long flavour Cinnamon.

The mother said,"Hi ! How lots farther ?"

"Not far, a little over 100 invertebrate foot, but it gets steeper,"I replied.

She thanked me as we all continued on our way. We got back to the car and drove to her apartment.

"I am going to go feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to abide here or number up ?"Ceylon cinnamon asked.

"I'll just stay here, unless there is something I can help you with,"I replied.

"No, I will be right back out,"she said.

While I waited in the car, I again wondered about all the men who had taken particular notice of cinnamon today. Some with a hint of recognition. In a few minutes Cinnamomum zeylanicum got back in the car.

"I have some word,"she said."Do you still want to try fishing ?"

"Yes,"I replied."But it is too late."

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The hubby of someone I work with takes multitude out fishing for a support. He usually takes Tuesday and Wednesday off, but agreed to takes us out for half toll if we pay for gas, and bait."

"That sounds wonderful ! Thank you !"I said.

"Do you heed us staying in your hotel elbow room ? We could order way servicing and get to bed other,"cinnamon bark said."We are supposed to assemble Ken at the loading dock at six."

"speech sound good to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge to promised land Island. She parked in the employee expanse and we went up to my way. I realized this was going to be the first night I would spend in my elbow room. Cinnamon ordered for us and got our repast for free. We watched video as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Ceylon cinnamon tree said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were undressed and in bed with me snuggled up to her spinal column with my arm around her. I cupped her breast with my helping hand. I squeezed it lightly.

"That feels good,"said Cinnamon."But no sex tonight. I am a little sore."

"I understand,"I said still caressing her breast."Cinnamon, you are a very beautiful charwoman and men look your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a look of recognition on some of their faces."

After a minute or so she said,"wellspring … I may know why."She stopped."I … I was in Playboy a couple of years ago."

I let that cesspool in. I did not need to say the wrong thing.

"You are sure someone I would wish to see naked,"I said.

"You … you do n't cogitate lupus erythematosus of me, do you ?"she asked.

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both concern and exciting. I never thought I would have sex with a playboy model."Still picking my Christian Bible carefully.

"Playboy mannequin, hardly. I heard they were looking for cleaning lady for an forthcoming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an information sheet of paper. They called me back for an consultation the adjacent day. I must have done well. At the end of the interview they asked if I would stay to have got some clothed pictures taken. They called a few days later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the story shorter I made it into the magazine,"she finished.

"felicitation,"I said.

"Thank you !"she said in a tired voice.

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a forgetful time just thinking about how lucky I was to throw made dear to person who appeared in Playboy .