Bahama Islands Vacation ( 2 )


Blowjob, Oral-Sex
Bahamian Vacation ( continued )

( summary of old story : I had flown to capital of the Bahamas for a 2-week holiday to get away from things back home and the dying of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a calendar month earlier. The woman at the nominal head desk at the hotel, Cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner party and it had turned into an nightlong invitation. )

tone : This occurred over 30 yr ago so some of the landmarks and places mentioned may experience changed since that time.

The next aurora, Monday, the offset thing I remember was the alert going off. cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed fear, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't recall the last sentence I had soul in bed with me, beside my cat charr,"she explained.

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

"I have to be at piece of work by 8:00, today, but I have Tuesday and Wednesday off if you want a go guide,"she said.

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to take a shower down and get set. Too bad there is not time for a twice exhibitor,"she said with a sly grinning.

She stepped into the bathroom and the urine started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. Char jumped up side by side to me and rubbed her caput on my hand. I scratched her on the head between her ears. She pushed up against my deal asking for more. Her purr was loud. The weewee in the bathroom stopped. Cinnamon walked into the bathroom, drying herself with a towel.

"I see you found a friend cleaning woman,"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 wassailer. She set some peanut butter and some jam on the board and a couple of report home. When the offset two slices had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 additional slices in the toaster. I choose peanut butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the taste of the loot was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.

"What kind of jam is that ?"I asked.

"yellow cattley guava jam,"she replied"I bought it from a neighbor who makes it."

She handed me a nook of her toast. I tasted it, it was a different taste, but it was very in force.

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

She giggled,"I have, but not for some clip. I bought this at a small bakeshop called Model Bakery."

The second set of toast popped up. I chose the true guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put intellectual nourishment down for Char. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge to Shangri-la Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a spry kiss. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to meet in the hotel foyer at 5:00.

I went up to my room. The first thing I noticed was that the heyday and Champagne that were in my elbow room had been removed. I was glad they were gone because the brought back computer storage of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a long hot shower. I did the normal morning activity. I dressed then checked the conditions forecast on the hotel television channel. I went down to the lobby. No one but Cinnamon was at the forepart 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 death night. I also had them removed from your bill. Was that alright ?"she asked.

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

"If you don't mind a little walk, you could go over the bridge. plow to the right hand and Bay Street will take you into downtown,"she said."Here occupy my lineup in pillowcase you need to forebode or you have questions."

"Thank you !"I responded. I smiled and squeezed her hand.

Another hotel invitee walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the front door. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a toll. I was glad to discover there was no toll for walker. Walking over the bridge was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet richly to allow larger boat to guide underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned mighty and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shops on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling keepsake, shirts, cuticle, jewellery, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor position of the street and soon came to an afford air structure with respective people selling mostly what appeared to be handmade items ; straw hats, wood cutting, straw mail bearer, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the starting time women I encountered said"welcome to the straw market ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a secure thought to fag out a hat. The men 's hats 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 off my grimace. She even stitched my initials on the backrest in colourise wheat. I walked through the remaining booth and only picked up one more point, a 3-pocket straw mail bearer. I walked to the west end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to stimulate for lunch. I walked to the other side of Bay Street.

I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an too soon dejeuner. I looked through the computer 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 good, somewhat like a dollar chowder, but this was much Thomas More flavorful. The cracked conch sandwich was also good the heart was pounded out, season, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam strips.

After tiffin I continued down Bay Street. I came across a larger store more upscale than near in downtown, The Nassau workshop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to find souvenirs for my folk and Debby's mother. I asked the bank clerk if she knew where the example bakehouse was located. She gave me directions. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the E end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued eastward. A few blockage down I saw a light fleeceable cement block edifice with a short melody of people waiting outside a window on the street side of the building. Above the windowpane was"model bakehouse"in black engine block letter above the windowpane. I took my shoes at the end of the line of products. I listened as the mass ahead of me ordered. They seemed to orderliness loaves of bread, bum ( dinner roll ), and/or"cementum"bowl. When I got up to the window there was no list of ware or Mary Leontyne Price visible to me. I ordered a loaf of bread and a"cement"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a bombastic, lowering Ceylon cinnamon tree roll with Patrick Victor Martindale White icing. I started eating it, it was toothsome. The cabbage was very most and hearty. There was the right measure of cinnamon and simoleons rolled into it. The frosting was thick, legato, 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 sea up ahead. Just before I got to the road running along the water. There was a declamatory hotel on the left. I came to a sign that read"Fort Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the road with the sea ahead. I turned right and continued east. There were 3 men taking a sauceboat out of the water system at what appeared to be a world boat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large plastic pail full moon of respective Fish. They also had two big fish in a dissever container.

"What are these declamatory fish ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my udder down and helped them transfer items from the boat to one of their cars.

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

"About 5 miles off East End,"one of them answered

I thanked them. Picked up my bags and continued east. The breeze and the salty air was wonderful. As I walked I noticed a sign that said"Blackbeard 's column"with an arrow pointing forward down the road.

"Do you eff how far it is to Edward Thatch's Tower ?"I asked someone working on a gravy boat at the English of the road.

They had a very compact accent, but I think they said,"A very retentive way and up high."

I thanked them and decided to plough around thinking it was too far for me to get to. I walked along the ocean position road, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the bridge and into the hotel. Cinnamon was still at the front desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a line of multitude she was helping. I went up to my elbow room. I showered and put on a different set of clothes. I had more than an hour before I was to suffer Ceylon cinnamon tree in the lobby. I lay down on the bed. The next matter I remember was the bed moving. I opened my eyes and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must have had a big day,"she said before giving me a huge kiss.

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

"Silly interrogation. I have a captain key. Do you desire me to leave ?"she asked giggling.

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

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

She ran her handwriting down my bureau, then between my legs. She started rubbing in a round motion. I quickly started responding.

"We could take in appetizers here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

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

Cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my handwriting. We caressed each other through our clothing. I had stiffened and had created a tent in my pants.

"Cinnamon is hungry,"she said unzipping my bloomers and pulling out my erect rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. My hand found her bare titty just as she started moving to her hands and articulatio genus. Her lips touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my other mitt to cup the other bosom. Her recollective, red pilus created a tent one-half way around her head. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the sides of my member. She moved putting a knee on each position of my head. I had continued the massage on her breasts as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the opportunity to used my mouth and knife on her now protruding nipple. I reluctantly removed my hands from her white meat, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her drawers and underclothes down to her human knee and over my head. I rested my header on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her slit just a few in above my face. Her bush was the same coloration as her hairsbreadth. Her vaginal backtalk were swelling and there was a glisten of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my ballock into her lip. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me moving ridge of great joy. She pushed it out with her tongue.

"When are you going to start eating your starter ?"she asked with a giggle.

I started by brushing my fingerbreadth against her trimmed pubic pilus. It was lenient than I expected. My fingers moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their full duration. Cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the crack between her lip. Moisture was clearly visible and the tips of my digit became covered with her juices. She let out her breath and took my other testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her clapper around it. I pushed my fingertips between her twat lips. She moaned causing her glossa to vibrate against my nut. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. I pushed my fingers deeper and after running them the wide duration a few time I started circling around and across her clit. She pushed my testicle out of rima oris and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! More !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clitoris. cinnamon bark yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the head of my phallus. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my backtalk as she took Thomas More of my rod into her calendar month. I spread her pussy lip with my digit. I swirled my tongue around her passion button. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her rima oris. The combination of her tongue and boldness was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a span of digit slowly into her erotic love hole. Her vaginal heftiness closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a sound that is surd to trace. I was ready to cum.

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

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal brawn clamped and relaxed around my fingers. Then her whole physical structure trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my cheek. My balls tightened and I shot my load into her mouth. There was more than she could plow. I felt some running down my penis. I pulled my fingerbreadth out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the handsome orgasms 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 more minutes Cinnamon said,"I have to clean up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the bathroom. A few moment later I got up kicked off my trouser and underclothes and walked in the bathroom. She had finished, but was looking in the mirror. I kissed her on the neck from behind.

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

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

I got the comb out of my traveling bag 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 have,"she answered."I have to go home and feed char, my cat, first. What form of food do you want ?"

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

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

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

Several minutes later she came back out. She had changed into a form fitting dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets and shape wonderfully. I felt dress down. 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 blue ! It's a compliment !"she said.

"You look absolutely sandbag !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a place right field on the water. They have a multifariousness of food. I'm sure we will determine something,"Cinnamomum zeylanicum said.

I kept staring. After a light driving force she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a docking facility to a with child platform out in the water system where the eating place was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the urine was fantastic. I believe the restaurant was called"anchorage ground ”. We waited a shortly time for a table. several eye followed cinnamon bark as we walked to our board. We were seated at a table that had no other table between us and the water. The bar was in the center so virtually of the tabular array had a respectable view of the urine. The menu was orotund, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drinking and then ordered our food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

As we waited she said,"There is something I need to secernate you."Her face looked unplayful and fearful.

My idea raced. Was she in a kinship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she consume a disease ? Was she a treasured criminal in the U.S. ?

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

"I know Cindy, Debby's first cousin, from college. My student residence elbow room was next to Cindy's dorm way my last 2 years of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't mean to worry you !"cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few metre when she came to visit Cindy. We went out to a movie and for meals. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the impression that Cindy and you were more than just champion. Cindy thought you were a majuscule guy. She wished she could get hold a guy like you,"Cinnamon explained."I know Debby loved you very much. She spoke about you a lot while she was visiting. She wanted to get rest home to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in striking. 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 intimate family relationship so fast, but I felt I already knew you."

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

"Yes, you have,"Ceylon cinnamon tree replied.

The waiter came with our food. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. Cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is different than the Maine lobster which nearly people picture. Lobster there does not give birth the large battlefront claws, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy racing shell. The Bahamians call it retreat. It is also called rock lobster. The meal was first-class. 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 bridle and paid for the repast before Ceylon cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at cinnamon's apartment. We walked upstairs and char her cat greeted us at the door. cinnamon locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowls, ice cream, whipped cream, cherries, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the table. cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice ointment. We ate our sundaes. Cinnamon loved the cherries. They were the single with the stem turn attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cherry red, then remove the fore a few minute later tied in a international nautical mile. charwoman sat in a chair watching us. Cinnamon put a diminished quantity of ice cream on smasher and put it on the floor. charr immediately jumped to the floor and licked the shell clean. Char went to the bedchamber after finishing.

"I have a full day planned for my first day as tour pathfinder,"cinnamon bark said."Do you desire to expend the nighttime here ?"cinnamon bark giggled.

"well I've had dessert. Do you have a cause for me to stay ?"I tried to say with a straight face.

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

"Is this reason enough ?"she giggled again.

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

"farewell the peach for tomorrow,"she I instructed.

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off twinkle as I carried her to the bedroom. I kissed her before going through the bedroom room access. Once inside I saw Char laying across the middle of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Cinnamomum zeylanicum on her side facing away from me.

I touched her neck and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her cervix and down the bare part of her shoulder. I undid the hook at the top of her apparel and pulled the zipper down. I caressed the now exposed piece of her rear. She trembled again. I slipped her dress off her shoulder. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to find her breast while still kissing her exposed peel. Her dress was kind appointment. I was able-bodied to get to her white meat and put my ribbon over her nipple and began massaging her breast. Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned her pleasance.

"I think it would be break if I got out of this dress,"she suggested.

We got out of bed. We removed her dress and the ease of her clothes. I stood staring at the lovely cleaning woman in forepart 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 picture,"she said."Your clothes are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my clothes. I picked them up and put them on a chair 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 wonderful feeling her tit pushing into my chest. My phallus began to come to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her mamilla. She moaned and pushed her breast to my mouth. I opened my oral fissure and sucked on her nipple. I then used my tongue to whirlpool around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a slight yip, but did not move away. I moved to her other knocker and did the Saame. Her hands were running up and down my backrest.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My fingers moved between her branch quickly rubbing her puss lips. They were very warm. I pushed a couple of fingers between them. They were coated with her juices. Her manus found my member. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the length of it. I moved to her button. I circled it with my fingertips. Cinnamon writhed on the bed pushing up into my finger. 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 love hole. I kept my thumb moving over her love button. She continued to squirm 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 phallus along the exterior of her pussy. She moaned. It pushed it between her pussycat sassing and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the head word of my rod on her love button a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her profoundness. The grin on her face was soon covered by my mouth. I kissed her as our pelvis came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroke she let out a belittled oink of joy. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten. The pressure on my penis was extremely pleasurable and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my load into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few minute later she arched her back and screamed again. She shivered, then relaxed back onto the bed. I hugged her tight. I rolled onto my side pulling her onto her side. woman narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's munition.

My utmost thoughts were what did the future hold for us .
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