Commonwealth of the Bahamas holiday ( 4 )

( Background : I took a misstep to get away from memories after my fiancee 's, Debby's, expiry. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three nighttime together. She has 2 days off yesterday she was my tour scout in capital of the Bahamas. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the hubby of one of her fellow worker. )

I awoke with my arm still around Ceylon cinnamon. I listened to her slow steady breathing. I smelled the enticing fragrance of her pilus. I was thinking how flummox it was that I was lying side by side to a woman who had posed nude for a depiction in playboy. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the wharf at 6:00 to encounter of guide. I just lay there enjoying the fondness of her body pressed against mine. The phone rang. Ceylon cinnamon tree awoke and picked up the earphone 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 dashing hopes. I took in the terrific view of her nude body as she walked to the bathroom. The shower came on and she closed the shower bath curtain. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were prepare we were on our way. We arrived at the dock and a grandiloquent grim was standing there near a 17 foot Boston Whaler.

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

We got aboard and I shook hands with Robert. Cinnamomum zeylanicum and I sat down on the seats behind him and we left the dock. We headed toward the eastward end of the island. Henry Martyn Robert stopped by an island East of heaven Island.

"Sorry ! We will just be here a couple of hour. I am going to sink a dyad of fish traps before we go out farther to fish,"Henry Martyn Robert said.

He dropped 2 ambush over with empty plastic gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the scope pointed east southeast. The water got deeper. We continued several naut mi until New capital of Rhode Island, the Island on which capital of the Bahamas is located, appeared to be breaking up. The piddle began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smooth. Henry Martyn Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the pee.

"What are you looking for ?"I asked.

"shoal,"he answered."They are rocky geological formation with plant and Pisces the Fishes surrounded by whiteness sand."

We headed to a large dark maculation in the weewee. Robert put the locomotive in indifferent and grabbed a water glass. The water trash looked like a wooden bucket with glass on the declamatory end. Robert leaned over the side and moved the urine Methedrine around looking for something.

"This will do for a start head,"Henry M. Robert said.

His speech pattern was duncical, but still was easy to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the engine in neutral, then put the lynchpin overboard. He let out rope until stern was about 10 feet from being over the shoal. He moved the linchpin rope from one side of the bow to the early. The can swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

"We use leave out line of business here for these fish,"Henry M. Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the bait, conch. I had never seen a live conch before. The brute from inside the beautiful casing was mostly white, but there was a dark part up near the spur. The spur looked like charge plate. There were also some orange parts. Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white division and put these pieces on the meat hooks. He handed Cinnamomum zeylanicum and I each a bobbin with the bait and a lead sinker.

"Drop the hook and doughnut just over the English. Let out line until you do n't feel the weight of the donut. Then let out 15 to 20 more feet,"Robert instructed."Then commit up the ancestry and let it precipitate on the seat of the boat. Do n't loop the credit line around your finger, wrist joint, or hired man. You will get a bad burn or cut from the telephone line if a Fish is on your line."

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

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

"puff it in dainty and steady,"Henry Martyn Robert instructed.

I continued to pull out in my line as I watched Cinnamomum zeylanicum. Soon Cinnamon had her angle out of water. Robert stepped over and brought it into the boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few sec for us to see. It was 8-10 column inch long and was blueing and yellow striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

"This is called a grunt, you can tell apart why,"Robert said as he put it in a large charge card pail partly filled with water."estimable eatin'."

He threw some of the Orange composition out toward the shoal. He baited cinnamon's lure and threw it out toward the shoal.

"give it parentage until it reaches undersurface, then commit it taut."Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert's example and threw my line also. Soon Ceylon cinnamon tree screamed again she had another Fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my subscriber line, set the lure, and began pulling in my showtime fish. Ceylon cinnamon tree had another oink about the Saame size as her foremost. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my Pisces the Fishes. My Pisces was longer and thinner.

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

The Pisces was blue on top and buns with a yellow band from the branchia to the hind end. We continued fishing for the next 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 Fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said,"clock time to move on."

He pulled up anchor and moved to another shallow. We anchored and caught a few Pisces the Fishes before there was a big jerky on my communication channel as I was pulling in a Pisces. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the line. There was aught on the seam, no crotchet, no sinker, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.

"Barracuda,"said Henry M. Robert."We can either catch him or move. What do you want ?"

"Well Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would relieve oneself for an interesting memory and a good history,"I said.

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

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

Robert got out another fishing line. It had a wire leader, a big claw, and was very much thicker. He took one of the smaller fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the agate line. He unwound a good amount of personal line of credit and then threw the hooked fish as far as he could. Since there was no doughnut it stayed near the aerofoil of the water supply. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the course. He got it back in the sauceboat and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

"There he comes !"Robert yelled.

There was definitely declamatory dark-skinned shape moving toward the Pisces the Fishes on the end of the line. The line went taut. Robert jerked the demarcation setting the hook. He gave the Pisces some line and then pulled back when he could fighting with the warm Pisces. He was able to make headway billet a foot or so at a meter.

"Do you want to find the fight in this one ?"he asked me.

I went over and he passed me the cable. This was like no former Pisces the Fishes I had caught in the lakes of Gopher State. When the fish struggled I could only retain it steady or reach it back a short line.

"Keep the personal line of credit taut. If you give a cuda quag it can chew through the metal drawing card,"Henry M. Robert instructed.

20 or 25 minutes later the barracuda was coming up next to the gravy boat. Robert had grabbed a 2x4 with a grip carved out of one end. He had used this to Irish punt the conch to soften it up. He called it a bruiser.

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

She sounded a little frightened. The Fish was now along position the boat.

"rhytidoplasty it's head out of the water !"Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inches of the fish out of the water system, Robert hit the barracuda several times with the Samson. The fish looked hitch. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the gravy boat. It was about 4 metrical unit long. Robert stuck the handgrip of the bull into the barracuda 's mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had penetrating tooth and an furious facial expression. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

"I know someone who will pay me for this, claim and wax it, and then trade it,"Robert said.

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

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

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

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

Robert quickly went over to help.

"Did you have a Pisces the Fishes ?"he asked.

"Yes, I am sure I did. It jerked and pulled a pair of clip,"she said."I got a couple of pulls in then couldn't pull anymore."

Robert took the line and pulled it a dyad of unlike counselling. The line came free then went taut again.

"The Fish is still on the line. The line must have gotten caught on the shoal,"Robert said giving the telephone circuit back to Cinnamon.

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

"They call this a trigger Pisces. Let me usher you why. Andy push the big spinal column down,"Henry M. Robert said.

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

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

cinnamon pushed the spine and it went down easily.

"It's a trick,"explained Robert."To get the heavy spine to crumple you must push down the smaller acantha. That's why it is called a induction fish."

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

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

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

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

"We have to call back my fish bunker,"Robert said.

As we neared the spot we had dropped the ambush, Henry M. Robert slowed the locomotive engine. He spotted the stopgap buoys and came along side one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the sand trap were a couple of fish and 4 spiny lobster, briery lobsters. Soon we came alongside the indorsement snare. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the piddle his face had a look of letdown. Then as it broke the Earth's surface his formula turned to venerate.

"Get back !"he shouted.

cinnamon and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the incline of the gravy boat and quickly put it down on the deck.

"There's a moray eel eel in the trap !"Henry Martyn Robert shouted."Andy find the large knife and the tomahawk under my seat."

I looked under his rear end and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a fount covering their blades. I removed the cases and set them on his seat.

"Which do you need 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 M. Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the head using the handle of the hatchet sticking it through the openings in the trap. The eel made a sound I can only identify as a hiss.

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

I gave him the tongue. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel's forefront. cinnamon had turned away. The tail lot flopped a few times then stopped. Robert sighed in relief.

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

The eel looked to be about two and half feet long. Cinnamon and I had seen a small one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish bunker opened the doorway and stir out the mental object. Then dunked the gob a duet of meter to strip it. Soon we were heading back to the dock. We stopped at a dockside gas heart and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the spot we started.

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

There was a boom tempest that appeared to be over the domain we had been fishing about an hour earlier.

"I'll clean the Pisces. Ceylon cinnamon you can set up with Holly to piece them up,"Robert said.

I assumed Holly was his wife that worked with Cinnamon. I paid him the quantity 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 Char. It sounded like charwoman was upset that cinnamon had not come home final 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 water hail on, but not the shower. She came out the sleeping room completely undressed.

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

I went into the bedroom, disrobe, and then walked into the bathroom. Ceylon cinnamon was standing in the bathing tub tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.

"Your staring !"she said.

"Sorry !"I replied.

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

I stepped into the tub and closed the mantle. Ceylon cinnamon tree turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample titty pressing into my chest. The hot water was running down her back. I rubbed my hands down her back and pile to her round of golf ass. We kissed, exploring each other's sass with our tongues. I began to stiffen, pushing against her second joint. She grabbed my ass face and pulled us tighter together.

Ceylon cinnamon pulled her sass away and whispered into my ear,"I ca n't wait to get your 'eel'inside me."

She laughed. She reached between our eubstance searching for my"eel ”. She found it and began caressing my member. I began to get arduous. It had almost gotten to the point of being painful pushing up against her. Cinnamon knelt down in the tub in front of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her titty as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her lip when it sprung up. The piddle cascaded down my chest. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her tongue swirled around it before she took it into her mouth. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her tongue on the tip. Slowly she took more of me into her mouth. She cupped her hands around each of my balls. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her head teacher, encouraging her to lead me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my manus to her shoulder joint and massaged them. Cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her yard. I held off thrusting, not wanting her to gag again. Soon I was on the brink of cumming.

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

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

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

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

"Can we tack status ? I've had enough pee on my dorsum,"she insisted.

We turned around until my back was facing the water. I moved to her other breast. I sucked voiceless and nibbled lightly on her tit. She jerked a picayune, then pushed my header against her thorax. I moved lower kissing down her stomach to her belly button. I put my finger in her navel and moved it around.

She jerked slightly and said,"That tone Wyrd and sort of tickles. Not bad Wyrd, just different."

I stuck my tongue in her omphalus 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 twat. I spread her lips open with my finger's breadth. My tongue moved over and around her clitoris. Ceylon cinnamon moaned loudly. Her hired hand pushed my promontory into her pussy. I licked harder and faster trying not to overwhelm in the process. I pushed one fingerbreadth, then two into her beloved maw. I let them explore inside her. Cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard woman meow from the counseling of the door leading to the bedroom.

"Char everything is f… ”, her vox trailed off as her body stiffened.

She shook and bucked against my mouth and knife. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to cave in. I grabbed her legs to support her. She put her hands on my shoulder to stabilize herself. Char poked her head around the recess of the shower curtain the management I was looking.

"Hi char,"I said.

Ceylon cinnamon tree looked back over her shoulder.

"Char you never come in when the exhibitor is running. You've never even wanted to get near the tub,"Ceylon cinnamon said as Char 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 lather and gently washed my tomentum. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched positions. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the sight and feel of her adorable red lock chamber. My work force made their way from her head down to her lower back. I couldn't help myself. My hands continued down to her ass cheeks. I kneaded them. She pushed her hind end end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head was lowered.

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

"Sure,"I said realizing our naked sentence together was not over.

She set the tub to be filled and switched the shower off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her leg inside mine. The pee rose until it covered our legs. Cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her calves and as far up her second joint as I could reach. She rubbed my calves which were a trivial sore from keeping my symmetry on the gravy boat as it rocked in the undulation. Ceylon cinnamon tree slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the weewee on and filled the tub further until the water supply was lapping at the safety drain. Her hands encircled my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one helping hand and her ample breast with the other. I slid my fingers up and down the length of her pussycat lips and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was erect and tough. She tipped her head back enjoying the aesthesis.

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

I was fully erect and loved the tactual sensation of the tender water system and her mitt bringing me nigher and closer to the border. I inserted two fingers into her and put my thumb on her passion button. Her earphone rang. We both paused for a sec, but then ignored it. I heard the answering simple machine kick on and charter the call. ( This was the early 80's in the Bahama Islands, voicemail was not useable. ) cinnamon bark moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my 'eel'to her honey golf hole. I moved both hired hand to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to strike forward. She was tight and slick inside. Our renal pelvis met. We hugged each other for more than a min. We both started thrusting, making the water in the tub spattering around. Each time 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.

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

I increased my stride and she hers. We banged together for almost some sentence before I shot my load inside her. Cinnamon grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal muscularity clamped around me, then spasmed the length of my rod. When she stopped shivering she lay down in the tub with her drumhead resting on the far end. I lay back resting my headspring on the other end. I remained inside her for a short time before I slid out. The piddle began to cool off and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied.

"I'm going to launder our clothes,"Ceylon cinnamon said."There's a robe hanging in my closet."

I got the gown and put in on. I heard the washables car scratch line. I sat down in the aliveness room.

"I'm going to listen to the subject matter on the machine,"she said going into the bedroom.

A few minute later she came out.

"holly invited us to dinner tonight. Should I say we'll be there ?"Cinnamon asked.

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

Cinnamon called Charles Hardin Holley and accepted. She finished the laundry. We got dressed.

"cinnamon,"I paused."Do … do you have a copy of the man-about-town you were in ?"

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

"Yes !"I said.

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

"I'm on the humble left,"she said as if I wouldn't accredit her."Do n't be looking at the other photos !"

I looked at her photograph. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very piddling. In her picture she was completely nude statue. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her typeface and breasts were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waistline so her pubic whisker and pussy were not visible.

"Which do you like better ?"she asked.

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

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