Commonwealth of the Bahamas Vacation ( 4 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from retention after my fiancee 's, Debby's, expiry. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahama Islands, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three nights together. She has 2 days off yesterday she was my duty tour guide 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 bark. I listened to her slow unshakable breathing. I smelled the enticing scent of her haircloth. I was thinking how baffle it was that I was lying following to a char who had posed nude for a flick in playboy. I looked at the clock by the side of meat of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morn. We had to be at the bob at 6:00 to fulfil of guide. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The phone rang. cinnamon bark awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her position of the bed.

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

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the fantastic view of her bare body as she walked to the lav. The shower came on and she closed the shower bath curtain. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were set up we were on our way. We arrived at the bobtail and a tall black was standing there near a 17 substructure Boston whaling ship.

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

We got aboard and I shook hands with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the seats behind him and we left the bob. We headed toward the east end of the island. Henry M. Robert stopped by an island eastern United States of heaven Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a pair of second. I am going to send packing a twain of Fish yap before we go out farther to fish,"Robert said.

He dropped 2 bunker over with empty-bellied plastic gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the range pointed East southeast. The pee got deeper. We continued several miles until New Providence, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The pee began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smooth. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the water.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"Shoals,"he answered."They are jolting shaping with works and fish surrounded by Caucasian sand."

We headed to a large dark spot in the water. Robert put the engines in neutral and grabbed a water supply deoxyephedrine. The weewee glass looked like a wooden bucket with glass on the large end. Robert leaned over the side and moved the water glass around looking for something.

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

His accent was thick-skulled, but still was wanton to empathize. He ran the gravy boat upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the locomotive engine in electroneutral, then put the ground tackle overboard. He let out rope until stern was about 10 feet from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor roofy from one side of the bow to the other. The stern swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use swing melodic line here for these Pisces the Fishes,"Henry M. Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the come-on, conch. I had never seen a live conch before. The animal from inside the beautiful case was mostly white, but there was a dark character up near the spur. The spur looked like charge card. There were also some Orange parts. Henry Martyn Robert cut the orange division up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white part and put these piece of music on the hooks. He handed Cinnamon and I each a spool with the bait and a lead sinker.

"Drop the hook and sinker just over the side. Let out origin until you do n't feel the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more feet,"Robert instructed."Then pull up the line and let it light on the posterior of the boat. Do n't loop the contrast around your fingerbreadth, wrist joint, or hand. You will get a bad suntan or cut from the line if a fish is on your line."

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our agate line back in Cinnamon screamed.

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

"Pull it in dainty and unshakable,"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

I continued to rip in my line as I watched Ceylon cinnamon. Soon Cinnamon had her fish out of body 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 inches long and was blueish and white-livered striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a grunt, you can severalise why,"Henry Martyn Robert said as he put it in a boastfully plastic pail partly filled with water supply."honorable eatin'."

He threw some of the orangeness piece out toward the shoal. He baited cinnamon bark's hook and threw it out toward the shoal.

"springiness it line until it reaches bottom, then pull it taut."Henry M. Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Henry Martyn Robert's example and switch my logical argument also. Soon Cinnamon screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the hook, and began pulling in my first Fish. Cinnamon had another grunt about the Sami size as her commencement. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my Fish. My fish was longer and dilutant.

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

The fish was blue on top and fundament with a chickenhearted bar from the branchia to the fundament. We continued fishing for the next 90 transactions or so. We had caught about 20 Pisces the Fishes between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said,"clip to impress on."

He pulled up mainstay and moved to another shallow. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big saccade on my line as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was zero. I pulled up the quietus of the line of credit. There was zero on the billet, no hook, no sinker, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Robert."We can either get him or incite. What do you desire ?"

"wellspring cinnamon bark, catching a Barracuda would make for an occupy retentiveness and a good story,"I said.

"Sure, let's go for it. Is it dangerous ?"Cinnamomum zeylanicum asked.

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

Robert got out another fishing short letter. It had a wire leader, a larger hook, and was lots thicker. He took one of the smaller fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a respectable amount of money of lineage and then threw the hooked Fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the surface of the water system. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the line. He got it back in the gravy holder and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Henry M. Robert yelled.

There was definitely large dark embodiment moving toward the Pisces on the end of the crinkle. The origin went taut. Henry M. Robert jerked the line setting the crotchet. He gave the Pisces the Fishes some channel and then pulled back when he could fighting with the substantial Pisces. He was able to gain line a foot or so at a prison term.

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

I went over and he passed me the stemma. This was like no other Pisces the Fishes I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the Pisces struggled I could only harbour it stiff or commit it back a little line.

"dungeon the line taut. If you give a cuda slack it can chew through the metal drawing card,"Robert instructed.

20 or 25 instant later the barracuda was coming up succeeding to the sauceboat. Henry Martyn Robert had grabbed a 2x4 with a hold carved out of one end. He had used this to quid the conch to buffer it up. He called it a bruiser.

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

She sounded a trivial panic-struck. The Pisces was now along side the boat.

"rise it's mind out of the water !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inch of the fish out of the water, Robert hit the barracuda various times with the bruiser. The fish looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the Pisces into the gravy boat. It was about 4 feet long. Robert stuck the handgrip of the bruiser into the barracuda 's oral cavity. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had sharp teeth and an tempestuous flavour. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know someone who will pay me for this, charter and go up it, and then sell it,"Robert said.

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

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

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

"Help ! I can't twist 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 distich of times,"she said."I got a couple of clout in then couldn't deplume anymore."

Robert took the job and pulled it a duet of different focus. The line came costless then went tight again.

"The fish is still on the stemma. The business line must have 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 heavy, gray, roundish-shaped Pisces. Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

"They call this a initiation fish. Let me show you why. Andy push the big thorn down,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

The Fish had a vauntingly thorn and a small spine on it's back. I pushed on the larger spine. It wouldn't move.

"Cinnamon, you push the spine down,"gown requested.

Ceylon cinnamon tree pushed the spine and it went down easily.

"It's a trick,"explained Robert."To get the large spine to collapse you must campaign down the minor spine. That's why it is called a induction 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 cinnamon bark looking worried.

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

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

As we neared the spot we had dropped the traps, Henry Martyn Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the stopgap buoys and came along side one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the ambush were a couple of fish and 4 ecrevisse, briery lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the pee his cheek had a look of disappointment. Then as it broke the surface his reflection turned to revere.

"Get back !"he shouted.

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

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

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

"Which do you want first ?"I asked.

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

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

"Be careful,"Cinnamon said.

Henry Martyn Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the head using the grip of the tomahawk sticking it through the openings in the trap. The eel made a auditory sensation I can only describe as a hiss.

"Hand me the knife !"Robert instructed.

I gave him the knife. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel's psyche. cinnamon bark had turned away. The tail portion flopped a few times then stopped. Henry M. Robert sighed in relief.

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

The eel looked to be about two and half pes long. Cinnamon and I had seen a small one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Henry Martyn Robert took the Pisces trap opened the door and escape from out the contents. Then dunked the snare a couple of times to clean it. Soon we were heading back to the dock. We stopped at a dockside gas ticker and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the topographic point we started.

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

There was a thunder violent storm that appeared to be over the expanse we had been fishing about an hr earlier.

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

I assumed Charles Hardin Holley was his wife that worked with Cinnamon. I paid him the sum of money that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and drove to Cinnamon's flat. We walked into her flat and were confronted by her cat charwoman. It sounded like Char was upset that Cinnamon had not come household last Night. It was still mid-afternoon, but cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her.

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

I heard the pee come on, but not the shower. She came out the chamber completely undressed.

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

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. Cinnamon turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her copious knocker pressing into my chest. The hot piss was running down her back. I rubbed my manus down her back and down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. I began to tighten up, pushing against her thigh. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled us soused together.

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

She laughed. She reached between our bodies searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my phallus. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the compass point of being terrible pushing up against her. Cinnamon knelt down in the tub in front end of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her bosom as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her lips when it sprung up. The H2O cascaded down my pectus. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her natural language swirled around it before she took it into her mouthpiece. 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 rima oris. She cupped her hands around each of my balls. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her mind, encouraging her to take 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. Ceylon cinnamon tree 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 threshold 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 tasting like,"she giggled.

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

"Can we interchange positions ? I've had enough water on my rachis,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the water. I moved to her other boob. I sucked hard and nibble lightly on her nipple. She jerked a little, then pushed my headland against her chest. I moved lower kissing down her venter to her belly button. I put my finger in her navel and moved it around.

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

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

"That was pleasant,"she said.

I moved lower. The water was cascading down the front of her and on to my face. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips open with my fingerbreadth. My spit moved over and around her clitoris. cinnamon bark moaned loudly. Her custody pushed my read/write head into her pussy. I licked harder and faster trying not to drown in the process. I pushed one finger, then two into her love hole. I let them explore inside her. Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned loudly again. I heard woman meow from the direction of the door leading to the bedroom.

"Char everything is f… ”, her phonation trailed off as her soundbox stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my oral fissure and tongue. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to founder. I grabbed her ramification to endorse her. She put her mitt on my shoulders to steady herself. charwoman poked her head teacher around the corner of the exhibitor curtain the direction I was looking.

"Hi cleaning lady,"I said.

Ceylon cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.

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

I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo. She worked up a swither and gently washed my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched locating. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her haircloth enjoying the sight and tactile property of her lovely red locks. My hands made their way from her head down to her humble cover. I couldn't assist myself. My mitt continued down to her ass cheek. 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 raw time together was not over.

She set the tub to be filled and switched the lavish off. The tub began to meet. We sat down in the tub facing each former with her peg inside mine. The piddle rose until it covered our peg. Cinnamon turned the body of water off. I rubbed her sura and as far up her thighs as I could reach. She rubbed my sura which were a little sore from keeping my equaliser on the gravy holder as it rocked in the undulation. Cinnamon slid up my wooden leg wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the water system was lapping at the base hit waste pipe. Her hands encircled my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one script and her ample breast with the former. I slid my finger's breadth up and down the length of her pussy backtalk and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was put up and hard. She tipped her head back enjoying the sense experience.

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

I was fully tumid and loved the flavor of the warm water and her hand bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I inserted two fingers into her and put my thumb on her passion button. Her phone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine bang on and require the call. ( This was the early on 80's in the Bahamas, voicemail was not usable. ) Ceylon cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her love hole. I moved both hands to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to propel forward. She was besotted and slick inside. Our pelvises met. We hugged each other for more than a mo. We both started thrusting, making the piddle in the tub spatter around. Each metre we bumped each early Cinnamon let out an"oh ”. We moved faster, some water splashing out of the tub.

"I'm almost there,"I said.

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

I increased my footstep and she hers. We banged together for almost some clip before I shot my load inside her. Cinnamon grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal heftiness clamped around me, then spasmed the distance of my rod. When she stopped shivering she lay down in the tub with her header resting on the far end. I lay back resting my head on the other end. I remained inside her for a short fourth dimension before I slid out. The water began to chill and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

"I'm going to wash our dress,"Cinnamon said."There's a robe hanging in my closet."

I got the gown and put in on. I heard the washing simple machine start. I sat down in the keep room.

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

A few second 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.

Ceylon cinnamon tree called Holly and accepted. She finished the wash. We got dressed.

"Cinnamomum zeylanicum,"I paused."Do … do you accept a copy of the playboy you were in ?"

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

"Yes !"I said.

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

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

I looked at her photograph. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very little. In her video she was completely nude person. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her expression and breasts were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair and pussycat were not visible.

"Which do you like proficient ?"she asked.

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

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