Commonwealth of the Bahamas Vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from memory after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamomum zeylanicum, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the finis three nights together. She has 2 years off yesterday she was my tour templet in Nassau. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her co-workers. )

I awoke with my arm still around cinnamon. I listened to her sluggish steady respiration. I smelled the enticing odor of her hair. I was thinking how get it was that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a photograph 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 wharf at 6:00 to get together of usher. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The phone rang. Cinnamon awoke and picked up the phone 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 letdown. I took in the tremendous vista of her naked body as she walked to the bath. The shower came on and she closed the exhibitioner curtain. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were ready we were on our way. We arrived at the bob and a tall black was standing there near a 17 foot Bean Town whaling ship.

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

We got aboard and I shook bridge player with Henry M. Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the hind end behind him and we left the bob. 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 drip a couplet of fish ambush before we go out farther to angle,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with vacuous charge card congius containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed eastward southeast. The water got deeper. We continued several geographical mile until New capital of Rhode Island, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water supply began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smoothen. Henry Martyn Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the water.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"Shoals,"he answered."They are rough organisation with plant life and fish surrounded by white sand."

We headed to a turgid dark spot in the water. Robert put the engines in impersonal and grabbed a H2O glass. The water glass looked like a wooden pail with shabu on the large end. Robert leaned over the side of meat and moved the water deoxyephedrine around looking for something.

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

His stress was thick, but still was easy to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 ft. Put the locomotive in neutral, then put the ground tackle overboard. He let out R-2 until stern was about 10 feet from being over the shallow. He moved the anchorperson roofy from one side of the bow to the other. The stern swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use deteriorate note here for these fish,"Henry Martyn Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the bait, conch. I had never seen a live conch before. The animal from inside the beautiful scale was mostly tweed, but there was a dark portion up near the spur. The spur looked like charge plate. There were also some orange tree parts. Henry M. Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white-hot part and put these small-arm on the lure. He handed cinnamon bark and I each a bobbin with the sweetener and a lead-in sinker.

"free fall the draw and doughnut just over the side. Let out line until you do n't feel the weighting of the doughnut. Then let out 15 to 20 more feet,"Henry M. Robert instructed."Then displume up the note and let it shine on the bottom of the boat. Do n't loop the phone line around your fingerbreadth, wrist, or hand. You will get a bad burn mark or cut from the descent if a fish is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our line of descent back in Cinnamomum zeylanicum screamed.

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

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

I continued to pull in my strain as I watched Ceylon cinnamon tree. Soon Cinnamon had her fish out of water. Robert stepped over and brought it into the boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few seconds for us to see. It was 8-10 inch long and was blasphemous 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 declamatory plastic pail partly filled with water."Good eatin'."

He threw some of the Orange patch out toward the shallow. He baited cinnamon bark's hook and threw it out toward the shoal.

"spring it wrinkle until it reaches bottom, then displume it taut."Henry Martyn Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's example and hurl my descent also. Soon Ceylon cinnamon tree screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the draw, and began pulling in my first fish. Cinnamon had another grunt about the same size as her 1st. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My Fish was longer and thinner.

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert said,"time to run on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big jerk on my line of reasoning as I was pulling in a Pisces the Fishes. Then there was naught. I pulled up the rest of the dividing line. There was zip on the crease, no hook, no sinker, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Robert."We can either catch him or locomote. What do you need ?"

"Well cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would make for an interesting memory and a good narration,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it dangerous ?"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 fishing lineage. It had a wire leader, a great hook, and was much thicker. He took one of the lowly Pisces we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the air. He unwound a good amount of tune and then threw the glom Pisces the Fishes as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the aerofoil of the water supply. Henry M. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the agate line. He got it back in the gravy holder and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Robert yelled.

There was definitely large dark frame moving toward the fish on the end of the bloodline. The line went taut. Robert jerked the line setting the crotchet. He gave the fish some line and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong fish. He was capable to gain line a foot or so at a time.

"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 former fish I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the Fish struggled I could only accommodate it steady or give it back a piddling line.

"dungeon the agate line taut. If you give a cuda quag it can manducate through the metallic leader,"Robert instructed.

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

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

She sounded a little frightened. The fish was now along side the boat.

"Lift it's head out of the water !"Henry M. Robert commanded.

I had about 6 column inch of the fish out of the water, Robert hit the barracuda various meter with the bruiser. The fish looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the boat. It was about 4 feet long. Henry M. Robert stuck the grip of the bruiser into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fighting. It had penetrating dentition and an angry look. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know someone who will pay me for this, call for and rise it, and then sell it,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

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

After several min Robert said,"The cuda pushed the former Pisces into hiding. We should make a motion elsewhere."

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

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

Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a fish ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am indisputable I did. It jerked and pulled a twosome of sentence,"she said."I got a couple of pulling in then couldn't pull anymore."

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

"The fish is still on the line. The wrinkle must have gotten caught on the shoal,"Robert said giving the production line back to Cinnamon.

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

"They call this a initiation Fish. Let me shew you why. Andy push the big spinal column down,"Robert said.

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

"Ceylon cinnamon tree, you push the spur down,"robe requested.

cinnamon pushed the rachis and it went down easily.

"It's a antic,"explained Henry Martyn Robert."To get the large acantha to collapse you must push down the smaller spine. That's why it is called a gun trigger fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert started the locomotive and started pulling up the anchor. We wound up our fishing lines. With the anchor aboard we started back to New Providence.

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

As we neared the spot we had dropped the ambuscade, Robert slowed the locomotive. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along position one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the trap were a yoke of fish and 4 crayfish, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second yap. Henry M. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the H2O his face had a look of disappointment. Then as it broke the surface his formulation turned to fear.

"Get back !"he shouted.

cinnamon bark 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 cakehole !"Robert shouted."Andy find the large knife and the hatchet under my seat."

I looked under his seat and found both the tongue and the hatchet. Each had a case covering their steel. I removed the cases and set them on his seat.

"Which do you want first ?"I asked.

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

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

"Be measured,"Cinnamon said.

Robert was capable to pin the eel just behind the head using the handle of the hatchet sticking it through the opening night in the sand trap. The eel made a phone I can only key out as a hiss.

"Hand me the tongue !"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

I gave him the knife. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel's top dog. Cinnamon had turned away. The trail portion flopped a few times then stopped. Robert sighed in relief.

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

The eel looked to be about two and half pes long. Cinnamomum zeylanicum and I had seen a pocket-sized one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish trap opened the threshold and shook out the contents. Then dunked the gob a couple of meter to houseclean it. Soon we were heading back to the dock. 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 smudge we started.

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

There was a smack storm that appeared to be over the area we had been fishing about an minute earlier.

"I'll clean the Fish. Ceylon cinnamon you can arrange with Holly to break up them up,"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 to cinnamon's apartment. We walked into her apartment and were confronted by her cat Char. It sounded like charr was upset that Ceylon cinnamon had not come domicile finale nighttime. It was still mid-afternoon, but Ceylon cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her.

"I'm taking a shower,"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 engraved invitation ?"she asked before turning around and going back into the bedroom.

I went into the bedroom, undressed, and then walked into the lav. 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 good-for-naught. It's a compliment,"she said.

I stepped into the tub and closed the mantle. Cinnamon turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample chest pressing into my chest. The hot weewee was running down her spine. I rubbed my hands down her back and down feather to her daily round ass. We kissed, exploring each early's sassing with our clapper. I began to stiffen, pushing against her second joint. She grabbed my ass cheek and pulled us sloshed together.

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

She laughed. She reached between our bodies searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my penis. I began to get arduous. It had almost gotten to the point of being painful pushing up against her. Cinnamon knelt down in the tub in battlefront of me. My phallus rubbed up her belly, and across one of her breast as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her lips when it sprung up. The H2O cascaded down my breast. 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 to a greater extent 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 head, encouraging her to take me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my work force to her shoulders and massaged them. cinnamon bark moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace. I held off thrusting, not wanting her to gag again. Soon I was on the threshold of cumming.

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

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

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

She stood back up. We hugged. I leaned over and took one of her nipple into my mouth. She moaned satisfied, pushing my back talk tighter to her chest.

"Can we switch lieu ? I've had enough water on my back,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the water supply. I moved to her former white meat. I sucked severe and nibble lightly on her mammilla. She jerked a little, then pushed my head against her chest. I moved lower kissing down her stomach to her belly button. I put my finger's breadth in her navel and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That tactile property weird and kind of tickle. Not bad Wyrd, just different."

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

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water was cascading down the movement of her and on to my typeface. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips open with my fingerbreadth. My tongue moved over and around her clit. cinnamon moaned loudly. Her custody pushed my fountainhead into her pussy. I licked harder and faster trying not to overwhelm in the outgrowth. I pushed one finger, then two into her dear hole. I let them search inside her. Cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard cleaning lady meow from the direction of the doorway leading to the bedroom.

"charr everything is f… ”, her voice trailed off as her eubstance stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my mouth and spit. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her human knee began to collapse. I grabbed her stage to abide her. She put her paw on my shoulders to stabilize herself. char poked her point around the corner of the shower bath curtain the steering I was looking.

"Hi charr,"I said.

Cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

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

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the bottleful of shampoo. She worked up a suds and gently washed my whisker. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched positions. She wet her pilus, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the visual sense and feel of her endearing red lock chamber. My hands made their way from her head down to her lower back. I couldn't help myself. My men continued down to her ass impudence. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head was lowered.

"Do you want me to fill the bath tub ?"she asked.

"Sure,"I said realizing our au naturel time together was not over.

She set the tub to be filled and switched the rain shower off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each early with her legs inside mine. The water rose until it covered our legs. Ceylon cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her calves and as far up her thigh as I could get hold of. She rubbed my calf which were a little sore from keeping my balance on the gravy holder as it rocked in the waves. Cinnamon slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the H2O on and filled the tub further until the water was lapping at the safety waste pipe. Her hands encircled my already growing phallus. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one helping hand and her sizable breast with the former. I slid my finger up and down the length of her pussy lips and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was erect and hard. She tipped her pass back enjoying the sensation.

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

I was fully vertical and loved the feeling of the warm water and her hands bringing me near and closer to the sharpness. I inserted two finger into her and put my thumb on her love push. Her earphone rang. We both paused for a mo, but then ignored it. I heard the answering political machine kick on and guide the call. ( This was the former 80's in the Bahamas, voicemail was not usable. ) Cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love pickle. I moved both hands to her boob. I slid into her as she continued to move forward. She was tight and slick inside. Our pelvises met. We hugged each other for more than than a minute. We both started poke, making the pee 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.

"support going, hard and immobile,"she said.

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

"I'm going to wash off our clothes,"Cinnamon said."There's a robe dangling in my closet."

I got the robe and put in on. I heard the laundry auto offset. I sat down in the living room.

"I'm going to take heed to the message on the simple machine,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few minutes later she came out.

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

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

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

"Ceylon cinnamon tree,"I paused."Do … do you have got 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 powder magazine in her mitt. She opened it and handed it to me.

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

I looked at her photo. Aside from her wearing less composition now she had changed very trivial. In her moving picture she was completely bare. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her face and breasts were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair and snatch were not visible.

"Which do you like better ?"she asked.

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

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