Bahamas vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from retention after my fiancee 's, Debby's, dying. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Ceylon cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the finale two Nox together. She has the future two day off and has offered to be my enlistment guidebook. )

I woke up in the morning in Cinnamomum zeylanicum's bed at her flat. I still had my munition 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 hairsbreadth. I was not sure if it was her shampoo or perfume. My penis was slightly erect and draw close between her rear end cheeks. I did not need to wake cinnamon bark. It felt wonderful just laying here next to her. Her skin was so smooth and soft. About a hour later she began to arouse. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fear in her eye. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

"trade good dawn !"she said."I just am not used to waking up with someone else in my bed."

We kissed, then she turned her promontory back. I kissed her on the neck. She purred.

"We need to get ready for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to act this flavor so good. Do you postulate 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 minute last night."

"trade good ! 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 Ceylon cinnamon's face.

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

Ceylon cinnamon tree 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 desire to play ‘ Follow the Leader'?"she asked.

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

She took my hired 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 exhibitioner, adjusted the temperature, then guided me in. She shut the shower bath drapery behind us.

"Hold out your hands,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquid soap in them, then put some in her paw. She started by rubbing grievous bodily harm on my bureau. I returned the favor. Soaping her tit. She tipped her top dog back and enjoyed my script moving around her nipples. Cinnamon moved down to my breadbasket, then down to my penis and balls. Sliding her work force all around my member. I was already fully erect. I moved my hand around to her spine and caressed her back from shoulders down to her rear end. She reached around to my rear end pulling airless to her. My penis was now trapped between our bodies with the head pressing against her navel. I grabbed her butt with both hired hand. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, firm cheek. She moaned running her manpower up and down my back. I moved my fingers between her rump face. I circled a couple of finger's breadth around her ass yap. She pushed back against them. I pushed my fingers inside. She was extremely plastered and her sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my other hand to her figurehead and lathered her pubic haircloth and pussy lips. She began pumping my penis with her hired man. I soaped her love button to moan of delight. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two fingers inside her dearest hole to a gasp from Cinnamon. I had fingers moving in and out of her strawman and her rear.

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

I pushed her back against the paries and used my hired man to guide my erecting into her vagina. I continued to locomote my fingers in the rachis as best I could. I pushed until my member 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 cobbler's last time into her and then exploded into her. cinnamon bark groaned and shook as she reached her orgasm. Her vaginal brawn clamped around me, squeezing the last of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

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

I moved back and positioned her so the H2O was tuning down her back. She regained her breath, then turned to face the shower. I put some more soap on my paw and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started working it into her whisker. There was the perfume I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her hair's-breadth. She had a lot of hair. It reached to the centre of her back. I loved the sheeny red color. She bent over to rinse her hairsbreadth. 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 prison term. The hot water will be running out soon,"she explained.

"Ok, I really wasn't surd 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 hair. As soon as my hair was wet Cinnamomum zeylanicum began shampooing my hair. I don't think anyone else had washed my whisker since my mother did it when I was a fry. It felt good. The water quickly was becoming cooler. I rinsed quickly. We changed piazza again and cinnamon rinsed a few plaza on her dead body that had been missed before. She turned the piss off. We used the towels on the counter to dry each other. This was nearly as exciting as the time in the exhibitor. Her tegument from head to foot was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a large number of freckles, but these just added to her peach. I brushed her tomentum after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a quick breakfast, she put down dry food and a bowl of piss for charr, then we got into the car to leave.

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

"wellspring, yesterday when I went exploring I saw a mansion for Blackbeard's Tower toward the East end of the island. I 've always had some captivation 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 need a lot of planning before hand."

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

We drove off and went across the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked outside the main ingress. 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 staircase, the urine tower, and Fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the bottom of the steps. The tabby's Staircase is 66 steps that were carved out of limestone by hard worker in the last part of the 1700 's. It was renamed Queen's staircase for the reign of Queen Victoria Falls who had freed the slaves in the Bahama Islands and reigned for 64 year. I learned later that one of the steps had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a identification number of trafficker selling items that were right out of the downtown Straw grocery store. cinnamon bark and I took word picture of the other standing at the tail end of the stairs. One of the men selling detail offered to take a picture of both of us for a dollar. I gave him the money and he took the picture. Cinnamon and I walked up the stairs holding hands. To one side of the stairs there was a small waterfall cascading down toward the bottom. I noticed several men turning their heads to see at Cinnamon. Some had an expression of acknowledgment on their nerve. Ceylon cinnamon was a very beautiful charwoman so I could interpret them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a number of picture post cards and a suddenly book with entropy regarding the staircase, water pillar, and fort. This was the highest point in time on the island. It made gumption that the water tower and fort were located here. The stair were constructed to attain it easier to get to the high compass point where the fort was located. Again I noticed respective men turning their heads as Ceylon cinnamon passed. We paid a pocket-size fee to go to the top of the pee tower. We took the elevator to the top, the elevator operator recited a short history of the piddle tower and statistics regarding it 's aggrandizement. I handed him a couplet of dollars as we exited the lift. At the top we walked around the observation deck of cards and could consider the whole island since the sky was clear. It was a wonderful quite a little. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the full general management of the airport. Again we took icon of each other with several sentiment in the background. A young boy offered to take a picture of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our picture. I handed him a twain of dollar mark when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the helical staircase to the bottom.

We then walked over to fortress Fincastle. The fortress was shaped like a paddle boat apparently to cozen ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a fortress it had a numeral of cannons to be used if hostile ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not take the"official"tour. Again there were a turn of men taking more than a casual notice of cinnamon bark. Some with an locution of recognition. We left the fort and went back down the Queen's stairway to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few minutes we came to another fort, garrison Charlotte. This was a much larger fortress. 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 of duty started. Our tour usher went through the history of the garrison, inject body fluid as he did. We completed the pep pill story and moved to the dispirited level. On the lour spirit level there were keep with manakin depicting distortion that may have taken position.

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

Most everyone chuckled. We completed the duty tour of the lower story. The template told us to stick around for the firing of the cannon at high noon. I handed the guide $ 5 as we exited the scurvy level. The kindling of the carom was in 15 arcminute so we waited around. We took pictures of each former standing by one of the cannon. In a few seconds a Pres Young boy came over and offered to take a film of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious bill of Cinnamon. A young man was telling the group about the cannon. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to laden it with a partial tone complaint. He prepared the cannon and shooting it with a loud boom. The cannon rocked back a shortstop length then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a quick luncheon, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission price. We walked along the path with our weapon system around each other. We looked at several of the plants and animals that were on display. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a loose area with benches arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for"The marching of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to pass off in about 15 instant. The flight simulator stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The trainer asked if anyone would wish to step into the rophy and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamon to go out so I could get a few moving picture. The flamingos surrounded her and I took several picture show. After the show ended we walked over to the sea life area. There were a number of Fish and other occupy sea creature. We came around the corner and there was a large shoal pool with a telephone number of sea turtles.

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

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the pool and secured one of the turtles. extra people gathered around the pool. He brought the turtle over to the side of the pool.

"This is a green sea turtle,"he explained.

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

"This is a hawksbill turtle,"he said.

This turtle had a curved beak and beautiful shell and skin color. It was much smaller than the early turtle and he was able to airlift it completely out if the piss. It flapped it's strawman flipper and looked like it was trying to fly.

"I can't let you touch it. It may seize with teeth,"he warned.

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

cinnamon bark tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of turtle eggshell. Sea turtleneck are endangered and you can't guide turn turtle production into the U.S."

There was a lot of turtle scale jewelry. Much of it was fairly expensive. The adjacent video display case had a excerption of frame shell jewelry. When Cinnamon was looking at some former items, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell chandelier shaped like a fondness. 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 find Blackbeard's Tower ? ”, Cinnamomum zeylanicum asked.

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

We drove to the spot I had seen the sign of the zodiac the day before. We drove a trivial farther. We saw a signal by a perplex area big enough for maybe 4 auto to park. We parked following to the only car already parked there. The planetary house indicated we should go up a narrow down trail that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Cinnamon only because she had gotten to the start of the itinerary first. I watched her rear end as she walked in front man of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front of me. The track got exorbitant as we went. An old gem anatomical structure came into hatful as the way became a crumbling set of stone steps.

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

A couplet came down the stairs 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 good look at Cinnamomum zeylanicum, but scowled at me. We got to the tower. There was a metal sign that that hard to read because it was corroded. It said a little about the pillar. It was built in the 1700's, but the constructor are not known for certain. We went into the tower and managed to climb to the top. From the top we had a upright view of the east end of the seaport. You could see why this would be a ripe vantage decimal point to see incoming ships and make some kind of signal to other share of the island.

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

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

"I want to be a pirate 's wench,"cinnamon whispered in my ear.

She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a act of star sign that had a view of the top of the towboat. I suggested we move to the blue 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 bloomers and panties. We kicked off our brake shoe and dress. I looked intently at the beautiful nude woman in front end of me.

"You are staring,"cinnamon bark said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my custody on her breasts.

"Ye have copious bosom my doll,"I said trying to do my unspoilt pirate imitation.

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

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

I pressed my script into her breasts and massaged them. I pushed her up against a smoothen portion of the I. F. Stone paries. I kissed her hard and pushed my tongue against her lips and she opened her lips to set aside it's entry. Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned into my mouth. She grabbed my fanny cheeks and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the base of the wall. My erect penis pushed between her legs then up the fling between her butt impudence. It was a strange sensation with the top of penis pressed against her strong eubstance and the undersurface against the cooler stone wall. I moved a hand down between her legs and located her pussy. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingerbreadth between her puss lips.

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

I moved my finger along her vaginal sassing. She pushed into them. I found her button 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 digit rubbed over her love clitoris. I pressed down and moved my finger in a circular motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the wall and her ass buttock. My balls bumped against her thighs with each move forward. I pushed one and then a moment finger into her erotic love pickle. Her vaginal walls pressed around my fingerbreadth. I thrust them in and out to moans of approval.

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

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

"If your cannonball are ready you should load your cannon !"Cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"cannon"have access to her beloved hole. She guided me into her. Her warmly hands felt honest compared to the cold wall the underside of my phallus had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, plastered love life tunnel.

"fourth dimension to ground 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 several hour we continued pounding against each early. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid weather of the gay afternoon. The odour of the salt air just added to the pleasure we both were feeling.

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

"Fire when ready !"Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 climax took over her body.

I shot my burden into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Ceylon cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her consistence tighten up and her arms and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her bit sexual climax. I continued to pump.

"stoppage, stop !"she exclaimed."You hit your target."

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me forest,"I responded.

We held each early until our breathing returned to normal and at least my marrow stopped pounding in my chest. We gathered our clothes and began getting dressed. I helped Ceylon cinnamon with her bra. We heard the voice of tike saying Blackbeard's Tower coming from down the lead. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the dilapidate whole tone. At the end of the dance step where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 young boys maybe 12 and 10. A few sec later a unseasoned lady friend passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a retentive look Cinnamon.

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

"Not far, a little over 100 fundament, 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 feast my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to persist here or follow up ?"cinnamon bark 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 placard of Cinnamomum zeylanicum today. Some with a hint of acknowledgement. In a few minutes Cinnamon got back in the car.

"I have some newsworthiness,"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 living. 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 fantastic ! Thank you !"I said.

"Do you take care us staying in your hotel room ? We could order room serve and get to bed early,"Cinnamon said."We are supposed to meet Ken at the dock at six."

"audio good to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked in the employee area and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the first Night I would spend 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 cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were ungarmented and in bed with me snuggled up to her spine with my arm around her. I cupped her knocker with my mitt. I squeezed it lightly.

"That tone skillful,"said cinnamon."But no sex tonight. I am a footling sore."

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

After a hour or so she said,"fountainhead … I may acknowledge why."She stopped."I … I was in Playboy a couple of long time ago."

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

"You are indisputable individual I would like to see defenseless,"I said.

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

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both interesting and rouse. I never thought I would experience sex with a playboy model."Still picking my wrangle carefully.

"Playboy model, hardly. I heard they were looking for women for an forthcoming pictorial of mid-West college charwoman. I went and filled out an information tack. They called me back for an audience the next day. I must have done well. At the end of the audience they asked if I would continue to have some clothed impression taken. They called a few days later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the story shorter I made it into the mag,"she finished.

"extolment,"I said.

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

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a curt time just thinking about how golden I was to consume made love to someone who appeared in Playboy .