Bahamas Vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a misstep to get away from remembering after my fiancee 's, Debby's, death. 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 two dark together. She has the future two days off and has offered to be my circuit template. )

I woke up in the sunup in Cinnamon's bed at her apartment. I still had my weapon system 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 hair. I was not surely if it was her shampoo or scent. My penis was slightly tumid and snuggled between her rear end cheeks. I did not require to stir up cinnamon. It felt wonderful just laying here adjacent to her. Her hide was so polish and easy. About a hour later she began to shake up. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with concern in her eyes. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

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

We kissed, then she turned her head back. I kissed her on the cervix. She purred.

"We need to get ready for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to strike this feel so good. Do you need to go back to the hotel for wearing apparel ?"

I thought for a few bit and answered,"No. I only wore the apparel I have here for a few hours last night."

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

Her cat cleaning lady jumped up on the bed and walked up and meowed in cinnamon bark'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 want to play ‘ Follow the leader'?"she asked.

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

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

"wait out your manpower,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquid soap in them, then put some in her hand. She started by rubbing soap on my chest. I returned the favour. Soaping her tit. She tipped her head back and enjoyed my handwriting moving around her nipples. Cinnamon moved down to my stomach, then down to my penis and nut. Sliding her manus all around my member. I was already fully upright. I moved my hired hand around to her rear and caressed her cover from shoulders down to her rear end. She reached around to my bum end pulling closer to her. My phallus was now trapped between our bodies with the psyche pressing against her navel. I grabbed her hindquarters with both mitt. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, house cheeks. She moaned running her hands up and down my spine. I moved my digit between her butt cheek. I circled a duet of finger around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my finger inside. She was extremely soused and her sphincter muscle squeezed down on them. I moved my other mitt to her presence and lathered her pubic hair and pussy lips. She began pumping my penis with her hand. I soaped her have sex button to moan of pleasure. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two fingerbreadth inside her lovemaking cakehole to a gasp from Cinnamon. I had fingerbreadth moving in and out of her front and her rear.

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

I pushed her back against the wall and used my hand to direct my erection into her vagina. I continued to move my finger's breadth in the back as best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my hammer into her with Cinnamon gasping for breathing time. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck to sustain from collapsing on the story. I pushed one last time into her and then exploded into her. cinnamon bark groaned and shook as she reached her climax. Her vaginal muscular tissue 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 ( breath ), more,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the water was tuning down her back. She regained her breather, then turned to face the shower. I put some more goop on my work force 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. She had a lot of hair. It reached to the heart of her binding. I loved the shiny red coloration. She bent over to rinse her haircloth. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect penis. It slipped between her boldness and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

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

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

We repositioned so I could wet my haircloth. As soon as my hair was wet Ceylon cinnamon began shampooing my pilus. I don't think anyone else had washed my tomentum since my mother did it when I was a tike. It felt honest. The piss quickly was becoming cooler. I rinsed quickly. We changed places again and Cinnamon rinsed a few plaza on her torso that had been missed before. She turned the water off. We used the towels on the counter to dry each other. This was nearly as exciting as the time in the shower. Her skin from head to understructure was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a large routine of lentigo, but these just added to her beaut. I brushed her hair's-breadth after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a quick breakfast, she put down dry intellectual nourishment and a bowlful of pee for char, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the all 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 sign for Thatch's Tower toward the east 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 interesting experience. But that would involve a lot of planning before hand."

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go fishing with my Fatherhood in Wisconsin,"Cinnamon said."We will try to find Teach's tugboat later today. I do birth to halt at the hotel before we start our day."

We drove off and went across the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked outside the primary entrance. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 bit later she returned. We drove off back over the bridge circuit to Nassau.

"We are going to the female monarch 's Staircase, the water tower, and garrison Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the bottom of the step. The queen regnant's staircase is 66 tone that were carved out of limestone by hard worker in the last part of the 1700 's. It was renamed Queen's stairway for the reign of Queen Victoria who had freed the slaves in the Bahama Islands and reigned for 64 years. I learned later that one of the pace had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a number of trafficker selling items that were right out of the downtown straw food market. cinnamon and I took pictures of the other standing at the bottom of the stair. One of the men selling items offered to contain a pictorial matter of both of us for a dollar mark. I gave him the money and he took the icon. Cinnamon and I walked up the stairs holding hands. To one side of the step there was a small falls cascading down toward the bottom. I noticed several men turning their nous to await at Cinnamon. Some had an formulation of acknowledgment on their face. Cinnamomum zeylanicum was a very beautiful woman so I could understand them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a identification number of ikon berth cards and a curt book with info regarding the staircase, piss tower, and fort. This was the highest pointedness on the island. It made sense that the water tower and fort were located here. The stair were constructed to take a crap it easier to get to the high dot where the fort was located. Again I noticed various men turning their question as Cinnamon passed. We paid a small fee to go to the top of the water supply tower. We took the elevator to the top, the elevator operator recited a short history of the water tug and statistics regarding it 's EL. I handed him a pair of dollars as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observance deck and could view the whole island since the sky was clear-cut. It was a marvellous sight. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the general focussing of the airdrome. Again we took icon of each other with assorted views in the backcloth. A young boy offered to take a picture of both of us. He stood on a judiciary and took our picture. I handed him a duo of dollar sign when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the whorled staircase to the bottom.

We then walked over to garrison Fincastle. The fort was shaped like a paddle gravy holder apparently to deceive ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a fort it had a turn of shank to be used if unfriendly ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not fill the"official"tour. Again there were a number of men taking Sir Thomas More than a casual notice of Ceylon cinnamon. Some with an expression of acknowledgement. We left the garrison and went back down the Queen's Staircase to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few minute of arc we came to another fort, fort charlotte. This was a much larger fort. We walked across the bridge deck over the dry fosse. We joined a group that was gathering for a tour. There were about 20 of us when the tour started. Our tour guide went through the story of the fort, injected humor as he did. We completed the upper level and moved to the depress level. On the glower floor there were dungeons with fashion model depicting torturing that may take taken place.

When we came to the wheel the tour guide said,"And this is how they created actor for the NBA."

Most everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the lowly level. The templet told us to stick around for the firing of the cannon at twelve noon. I handed the pass $ 5 as we exited the lower stratum. The firing of the shank was in 15 minute of arc so we waited around. We took impression of each other standing by one of the cannon. In a few seconds a Cy Young boy came over and offered to shoot a picture of us together. I tipped him. A mathematical group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious notice of Cinnamon. A young man was telling the group about the carom. He was going to open fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to load it with a fond charge. He prepared the cannon and shot it with a loud thunder. The cannon rocked back a short distance then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a quick tiffin, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our accession. We walked along the path with our coat of arms around each former. We looked at various of the plants and animals that were on display. We got to the gist of the gardens. There was a undefendable area with judiciary arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for"The borderland of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to occur in about 15 minutes. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The trainer asked if anyone would wish to step into the rope and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamon to go out so I could get a few scene. The flamingos surrounded her and I took respective pictures. After the appearance ended we walked over to the sea life-time country. There were a bit of Pisces the Fishes and other interesting sea animate being. We came around the corner and there was a large shoal pool with a number of sea turtles.

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

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the pool and secured one of the turtleneck. additional hoi polloi gathered around the syndicate. He brought the turtleneck over to the side of the pool.

"This is a leafy vegetable sea turtle,"he explained.

He allowed us to touch the back of it's shell. He then tipped the turtle up with it's headway and face flipper in the air. We touched the shell on its stomach. It was smoother than the shell on it's back. He gave others the same opportunity. He next secured another turtle.

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

This turtle had a curved schnoz and beautiful racing shell and shin color. It was much smaller than the former turtle and he was capable to rear it completely out if the water. It flapped it's front man flippers and looked like it was trying to fly.

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

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

Cinnamon tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of turtleneck shield. Sea polo-neck are endangered and you can't take turn turtle mathematical product into the U.S."

There was a lot of turtle eggshell jewelry. Much of it was fairly expensive. The succeeding show cause had a selection of couch plate jewellery. When Cinnamon was looking at some former item, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch racing shell pendant shaped like a kernel. 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 notice Blackbeard's tugboat ? ”, Ceylon cinnamon tree asked.

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

We drove to the place I had seen the mark the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a sign by a flummox area big enough for maybe 4 gondola to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The sign 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 first of the course first. I watched her rear end as she walked in front of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front of me. The trail got outrageous as we went. An old stone structure came into hatful as the itinerary became a crumbling set of Harlan Stone steps.

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

A couple came down the stairs toward us. I recognized the woman first, then the man. They were the duo 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 metallic element sign that that difficult to take because it was corroded. It said a slight about the column. It was built in the 1700's, but the detergent builder are not known for certain. We went into the column and managed to climb to the top. From the top we had a dependable view of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a right vantage point to see incoming ships and make some kind of sign to early parts of the island.

I kissed Cinnamomum zeylanicum 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 plagiariser '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 tug. I suggested we move to the lower berth point. I got down first and helped Ceylon cinnamon down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my knickers and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles. I pulled down her trouser and pantie. We kicked off our horseshoe and apparel. I looked intently at the beautiful naked woman in forepart of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my manpower on her breasts.

"Ye have plentiful bosoms my wench,"I said trying to do my outdo pirate imitation.

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

"I intend to have my way with you and assault you,"I said.

I pressed my hands into her breasts and massaged them. I pushed her up against a politic part of the Edward Durell Stone wall. I kissed her knockout and push my spit against her back talk and she opened her lips to earmark it's entree. cinnamon moaned into my oral fissure. She grabbed my rump impertinence and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the foundation of the wall. My erect penis pushed between her legs then up the fling between her butt buttock. It was a strange sensation with the top of member pressed against her strong body and the undersurface against the cooler gemstone paries. I moved a deal down between her ramification and located her pussycat. It was hot and moist. I pushed my finger between her cunt lips.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye micturate me feel 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 swart beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my fingers rubbed over her sexual love push button. I pressed down and moved my digit in a circular apparent 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 brass. My balls bumped against her thighs with each motion forward. I pushed one and then a second finger into her love gob. Her vaginal rampart pressed around my fingers. I thrust them in and out to moan of approval.

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

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

"If your cannonballs are gear up you should load your cannon !"cinnamon bark responded back.

I moved my pelvic arch backward to let my"shank"have approach to her making love yap. She guided me into her. Her strong mitt felt good compared to the low temperature wall the undersurface of my phallus had been resting on. I slid into her hot, wily, tight beloved tunnel.

"Time to prime your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my cannon. My fingers moved back to her clit. 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 afternoon. The smell of the table salt air just added to the joy we both were feeling.

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

"firing when ready !"Cinnamon returned, just as I felt her clamp around my cannon.

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

I shot my load into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her trunk stiffened and her limb and vaginal brawn squeezed me again in her second sexual climax. I continued to pump.

"Stop, blockage !"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 breathing returned to convention and at least my essence stopped pounding in my chest. We gathered our clothes and began getting dressed. I helped Cinnamon with her bra. We heard the voice of child saying Blackbeard's Tower coming from down the trail. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumbling dance step. At the end of the stone's throw where the way of life leveled out, we were passed by 2 youthful male child maybe 12 and 10. A few endorsement later a jr. girl passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a long look Cinnamon.

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

"Not far, a slight over 100 human foot, but it gets extortionate,"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 feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to stay here or hail up ?"Cinnamon asked.

"I'll just stop here, unless there is something I can facilitate 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 especial observation of Cinnamon today. Some with a trace of realization. In a few minutes Cinnamon got back in the car.

"I have some news show,"she said."Do you still want to try fishing ?"

"Yes,"I replied."But it is too late."

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The married man 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 one-half cost if we pay for gas, and bait."

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

"Do you mind us staying in your hotel room ? We could order way servicing and get to bed early on,"Cinnamon said."We are supposed to fill Ken at the dock at six."

"Sound good to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge to nirvana Island. She parked in the employee country and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the foremost night I would pass in my room. cinnamon bark ordered for us and got our meals for free. We watched television as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Ceylon cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were undressed and in bed with me snuggled up to her vertebral column with my arm around her. I cupped her bosom with my hand. I squeezed it lightly.

"That feels good,"said Ceylon cinnamon."But no sex tonight. I am a lilliputian sore."

"I understand,"I said still caressing her breast."cinnamon, you are a very beautiful woman and men look your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a look of recognition on some of their faces."

After a minute or so she said,"well … I may be intimate why."She stopped."I … I was in Corinthian a match of age ago."

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

"You are sure someone I would care to see naked,"I said.

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

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both concern and exciting. I never thought I would have sex with a man-about-town model."Still picking my words carefully.

"Playboy model, hardly. I heard they were looking for women for an coming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an data sheet. They called me back for an consultation the adjacent day. I must have done well. At the end of the interview they asked if I would detain to have some clothed pictures taken. They called a few days later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To cause the story shorter I made it into the magazine,"she finished.

"kudos,"I said.

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

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a short time just thinking about how lucky I was to induce made love to somebody who appeared in Playboy .