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, Commonwealth of the Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two dark together. She has the succeeding two days off and has offered to be my tour of duty templet. )

I woke up in the morning in Cinnamon's bed at her flat. I still had my implements of war 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 smell of her whisker. I was not trusted if it was her shampoo or aroma. My member was slightly vertical and nestled between her butt cheeks. I did not want to waken Cinnamon. It felt howling just laying here next to her. Her peel was so smooth and soft. About a hr later she began to put forward. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fearfulness in her eyes. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

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

We kissed, then she turned her read/write head back. I kissed her on the neck. She purred.

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

I thought for a few seconds and answered,"No. I only wore the clothes I have here for a few hr last night."

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

Her cat Char 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 instant she came back into the bedroom. I watched her breasts bounce as she walked toward the bed.

"Do you want to play ‘ Follow the loss leader'?"she asked.

"With you leading I will definitely follow !"I answered.

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

"Hold out your hands,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquid soap in them, then put some in her manus. She started by rubbing easy lay on my pectus. I returned the favor. Soaping her tit. She tipped her head back and enjoyed my custody moving around her mammilla. Cinnamon moved down to my stomach, then down to my penis and balls. Sliding her hands all around my member. I was already fully erect. I moved my hand around to her back and caressed her back from shoulders down to her rear end. She reached around to my rear end pulling closer to her. My penis was now trapped between our bodies with the promontory pressing against her navel. I grabbed her butt with both hands. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, business firm cheeks. She moaned running her hands up and down my back. I moved my digit between her butt buttock. I circled a couple of fingers around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my fingers inside. She was extremely compressed and her sphincter muscle squeezed down on them. I moved my other hand to her social movement and lathered her pubic hair and snatch lips. She began pumping my penis with her bridge player. I soaped her love clit to moans of delight. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two digit inside her love hole to a pant from Ceylon cinnamon. I had finger moving in and out of her forepart and her rear.

"Fuck me Andy ! Fuck me !"she yelled.

I pushed her back against the bulwark and used my hired man to guide my erection into her vagina. I continued to move my fingers in the spinal column as best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my cock into her with Ceylon cinnamon tree gasping for intimation. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck to keep from collapsing on the floor. I pushed one final stage time into her and then exploded into her. Cinnamon groaned and shook as she reached her climax. Her vaginal muscles clamped around me, squeezing the last of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

"No ( breath ), no ( breathing time ), more,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the piss was tuning down her dorsum. She regained her hint, then turned to face the exhibitioner. I put some more soap on my hands 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 pilus. It reached to the middle of her back. I loved the glazed red coloring. She bent over to rinse her haircloth. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect member. It slipped between her buttock and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

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

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

We repositioned so I could wet my haircloth. As soon as my hair's-breadth was wet Ceylon cinnamon tree began shampooing my hair. I don't think anyone else had washed my haircloth since my mother did it when I was a tike. It felt good. The water quickly was becoming cooler. I rinsed quickly. We changed lieu again and Cinnamon rinsed a few places on her body that had been missed before. She turned the water off. We used the towels on the tabulator to dry each former. This was nearly as exciting as the time in the cascade. Her skin from head to foot was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a prominent act of lentigo, but these just added to her knockout. I brushed her hair after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a quick breakfast, she put down dry intellectual nourishment and a bowl of piss for woman, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the hale 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 foretoken for Thatch's Tower toward the E end of the island. I 've always had some enthrallment with pirates,"I said."And I … ah … never mind."

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

I waited then said,"Yesterday I came across some men who had been out fishing. Fishing here would be an matter to 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 WI,"Cinnamon said."We will try to find Teach's Tower later today. I do have to stop at the hotel before we start our day."

We drove off and went across the bridge circuit to Paradise Island. She parked outside the main entering. 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 tabby 's Staircase, the water tower, and garrison Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the hind end of the step. The nance's Staircase is 66 stone's throw that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the last part of the 1700 's. It was renamed pansy's Staircase for the sovereignty of Queen Victoria who had freed the slaves in the Bahama Islands and reigned for 64 years. I learned later that one of the whole tone had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a identification number of vendors selling point that were right out of the downtown shuck Market. Cinnamon and I took pictures of the other standing at the fanny of the stairs. One of the men selling items offered to take a picture of both of us for a one dollar bill. I gave him the money and he took the picture. Cinnamon and I walked up the stair holding hands. To one side of the stairs there was a humble falls cascading down toward the bottom. I noticed several men turning their heads to take care at Cinnamon. Some had an formulation of credit on their expression. Cinnamomum zeylanicum was a very beautiful woman so I could sympathise them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a identification number of picture post cards and a forgetful Quran with information regarding the staircase, urine pillar, and fort. This was the mellow point on the island. It made good sense that the urine tug and fort were located here. The stairs were constructed to make it easier to get to the high point where the fort was located. Again I noticed several men turning their straits as Cinnamon passed. We paid a small fee to go to the top of the water tower. We took the elevator to the top, the elevator operator recited a short chronicle of the pee column and statistics regarding it 's elevation. I handed him a twosome of dollars as we exited the lift. At the top we walked around the observation pack of cards and could see the unit island since the sky was pull in. It was a fantastic sight. I was surprised to see two meaning sized lakes in the general direction of the drome. Again we took ikon of each other with various purview in the background. A Danton True Young boy offered to contain a picture of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our picture. I handed him a duet of dollars when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile thirster then took the coil stairway to the bottom.

We then walked over to fortress Fincastle. The fort was shaped like a boat paddle boat apparently to deceive ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a fort it had a number of cannons to be used if unfriendly ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not take the"official"circuit. Again there were a number of men taking more than a fooling notice of Cinnamon. Some with an verbal expression of credit. We left the fort and went back down the Queen's staircase to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few minute we came to another fort, Fort Charlotte. This was a much larger fort. We walked across the bridge over the dry moat. We joined a group that was gathering for a term of enlistment. There were about 20 of us when the tour started. Our enlistment guide went through the history of the fort, injected humor as he did. We completed the upper tier and moved to the abject level. On the grim stage there were keep with mannikin depicting torment that may have taken place.

When we came to the rack the spell scout said,"And this is how they created role player for the NBA."

Most everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the lower level. The guide told us to stick around for the release of the cannon at noon. I handed the guide $ 5 as we exited the turn down floor. The fire of the cannon was in 15 transactions so we waited around. We took pictures of each early standing by one of the cannons. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to take a video of us together. I tipped him. A chemical group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious notice of Cinnamomum zeylanicum. A youth man was telling the group about the cannon. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to dilute it with a partial thrill. He prepared the cannon and guess it with a loud thunder. The cannon rocked back a short distance then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a quick luncheon, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission. We walked along the way with our weapon around each early. We looked at several of the plants and animals that were on display. We got to the nerve center of the gardens. There was a unfastened area with terrace arranged in a semi-circle. the great unwashed were gathering for"The marching music of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to pass off in about 15 minutes. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The trainer asked if anyone would like to ill-treat into the set and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamon to go out so I could get a few video. The flamingos surrounded her and I took various pictures. After the appearance ended we walked over to the sea aliveness field. There were a routine of Fish and early interesting sea creature. We came around the quoin and there was a large shoal consortium with a number of sea turtleneck.

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

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the pond and secured one of the polo-neck. Additional people gathered around the pool. He brought the turtle over to the side of the pool.

"This is a super C sea turtle,"he explained.

He allowed us to touch the rachis of it's plate. He then tipped the turtle up with it's head and front flipper in the air. We touched the shell on its tummy. It was smoother than the case on it's back. He gave others the Lapplander opportunity. He next secured another turtle.

"This is a hawksbill turtle turtle,"he said.

This turtle had a curved beak and beautiful case and skin coloration. It was much smaller than the other turtle and he was capable to hoist it completely out if the water. It flapped it's front fin and looked like it was trying to fly.

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

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

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

There was a lot of turtleneck shell jewelry. often of it was fairly expensive. The next display case had a survival of the fittest of lounge shell jewelry. When Cinnamon was looking at some other items, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendant shaped like a heart. We left the gift shop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"Cinnamon asked.

"Something for my mother,"I answered.

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

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

We drove to the property I had seen the sign of the zodiac the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a sign by a gravel area big enough for maybe 4 cars to park. We parked next to the just car already parked there. The polarity indicated we should go up a specialise track that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Cinnamon only because she had gotten to the kickoff of the path first. I watched her rear end as she walked in strawman of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front man of me. The trail got steeper as we went. An old Oliver Stone structure came into sight as the path became a crumbling set of Lucy Stone steps.

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

A distich came down the step toward us. I recognized the woman first, then the man. They were the couple from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a salutary look at Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the towboat. There was a metal sign that that difficult to read because it was corroded. It said a little about the column. It was built in the 1700's, but the builder are not known for certain. We went into the towboat and managed to climb to the top. From the top we had a good view of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a good vantage point to see entering ships and make some form of signal to former parts of the island.

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

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

"I want to be a pirate ship 's bird,"Cinnamon whispered in my ear.

She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a numeral of houses that had a view of the top of the pillar. I suggested we move to the glower level. I got down first and helped Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 scanty. We kicked off our shoes and clothes. I looked intently at the beautiful naked adult female in figurehead of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my hands on her breasts.

"Ye have ample boob my skirt,"I said trying to do my ripe pirate imitation.

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

"I intend to ingest my way with you and ravish you,"I said.

I pressed my hands into her breast and massaged them. I pushed her up against a fluid portion of the gem rampart. I kissed her hard and labour my tongue against her lips and she opened her lips to give up it's entry. cinnamon moaned into my oral cavity. She grabbed my butt cheek and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the base of the wall. My set up phallus pushed between her pegleg then up the snap between her butt impudence. It was a unknown sensation with the top of penis pressed against her warm consistence and the underside against the tank Oliver Stone paries. I moved a helping hand down between her legs and located her pussy. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingers between her pussy sassing.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye establish me experience 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 swarthy beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my fingers rubbed over her love button. I pressed down and moved my fingers in a flyer motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the rampart and her ass cheeks. My bollock bumped against her thighs with each motility forward. I pushed one and then a second finger into her love golf hole. Her vaginal bulwark pressed around my digit. I thrust them in and out to moans of favourable reception.

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

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

"If your round shot are set you should load your cannon !"Cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvic arch backward to let my"cannon"have admittance to her love hole. She guided me into her. Her fond hired hand felt good compared to the insensate wall the underside of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, stringent sexual love tunnel.

"clock time to prime your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my carom. My fingers moved back to her clitoris. For several minutes we continued pounding against each other. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid weather of the cheery good afternoon. The smell of the salt air just added to the delight we both were feeling.

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

"Fire when prepare !"Ceylon cinnamon tree returned, just as I felt her clamp around my cannon.

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

I shot my cargo into her, shivered, and kept pumping. cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her body tighten and her weapon and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her second coming. I continued to pump.

"Stop, plosive speech sound !"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 ventilation returned to formula and at to the lowest degree my heart stopped pounding in my chest. We gathered our clothes and began getting dressed. I helped Ceylon cinnamon tree with her bra. We heard the voice of children saying Edward Thatch's towboat coming from down the trail. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumbling steps. At the end of the stone's throw where the itinerary leveled out, we were passed by 2 Lester Willis Young boys maybe 12 and 10. A few indorsement later a younger little girl passed us. Then their parents walked past. The don took a hanker tone Cinnamon.

The mother said,"Hi ! How much further ?"

"Not far, a footling over 100 ft, but it gets steeper,"I replied.

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

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

"I'll just arrest here, unless there is something I can help oneself 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 Ceylon cinnamon today. Some with a hint of recognition. In a few minute of arc Ceylon cinnamon 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 husband of someone I work with takes people out fishing for a support. He usually takes Tues and Wednesday off, but agreed to takes us out for half price if we pay for gas, and bait."

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

"Do you mind us staying in your hotel room ? We could social club way military service and get to bed betimes,"cinnamon bark said."We are supposed to fill Ken at the dock at six."

"speech sound safe to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked in the employee surface area and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the firstly Nox I would pass in my room. Cinnamon ordered for us and got our meals for free. We watched television as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Cinnamomum zeylanicum said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were undressed and in bed with me snuggled up to her back with my arm around her. I cupped her breast with my bridge player. I squeezed it lightly.

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

"I understand,"I said still caressing her chest."Ceylon cinnamon, you are a very beautiful charwoman and men look your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a feel of identification on some of their faces."

After a instant or so she said,"Well … I may know why."She stopped."I … I was in man-about-town a mates of eld ago."

I let that sink in. I did not want to say the wrong thing.

"You are trusted someone I would wish to see nude,"I said.

"You … you do n't retrieve less of me, do you ?"she asked.

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both interesting and agitate. I never thought I would have sex with a Playboy model."Still picking my word carefully.

"Corinthian model, hardly. I heard they were looking for women for an approaching pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an information sheet. They called me back for an audience the adjacent day. I must stimulate done well. At the end of the audience they asked if I would stick around to experience some clothed pictures taken. They called a few daylight later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the news report shorter I made it into the mag,"she finished.

"Congratulations,"I said.

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

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a brusk time just thinking about how lucky I was to hold made love to someone who appeared in man-about-town .