Bahamian Vacation ( continued )

( summary of previous storey : I had flown to capital of the Bahamas for a 2-week vacation to get away from thing back home base and the death of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The woman at the battlefront desk at the hotel, Cinnamomum zeylanicum, invited me to her apartment for dinner party and it had turned into an overnight invitation. )

NOTE : This occurred over 30 days ago so some of the landmarks and places mentioned may have changed since that time.

The next morning, Mon, the first thing I remember was the alarum going off. Cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed fear, then she relaxed.

"I forgot you were here. I don't think back the go time I had someone in bed with me, beside my cat woman,"she explained.

cleaning lady jumped up on the bed demanding attending. We both stroked her she loved it.

"I have to be at work by 8:00, today, but I have Tuesday and Wednesday off if you want a tour guide,"she said.

"Yes, that would wonderful,"I responded.

"You can go back to the hotel with me. I 've got to take a exhibitor and get set up. Too bad there is not time for a double exhibitor,"she said with a sly smile.

She stepped into the privy and the water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. charwoman jumped up adjacent to me and rubbed her head on my hand. I scratched her on the head between her ears. She pushed up against my hand asking for more. Her purr was loud. The water in the can stopped. Cinnamomum zeylanicum walked into the bathroom, drying herself with a towel.

"I see you found a friend Char,"said Cinnamon.

cinnamon finished getting dressed. We went to the kitchen She sliced some bread from the loaf of bread we started the night before. She put it in the toaster. She set some peanut butter and some jam on the table and a couple of newspaper home. When the first two fade had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 additional slices in the toaster. I choose peanut vine butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the gustatory sensation of the staff of life was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.

"What kind of jam is that ?"I asked.

"true guava jam,"she replied"I bought it from a neighbor who makes it."

She handed me a recess of her pledge. I tasted it, it was a dissimilar mouthful, but it was very good.

"Do you broil your own bread ?"I questioned.

She giggled,"I have, but not for some clip. I bought this at a small bakehouse called good example Bakery."

The second set of goner popped up. I chose the Guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put intellectual nourishment down for Char. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge to Shangri-la Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a agile kiss. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to meet in the hotel pressure group at 5:00.

I went up to my way. The first matter I noticed was that the efflorescence and champagne that were in my elbow room had been removed. I was sword lily they were gone because the brought back memory of Debby, my fiancee who had died. However I wondered where they had gone. I unpacked my suitcase and took a long hot shower. I did the normal morning activities. I dressed then checked the weather forecast on the hotel channel. I went down to the entrance hall. No one but cinnamon was at the front desk.

I walked over and said,"I noticed the peak and champagne were removed from my room."

"Yes, I called and had someone do that death nighttime. I also had them removed from your bill. Was that alright ?"she asked.

I thought for a few secondment then answered,"Yes, they just cue me of Debby. I want to see some of Nassau and maybe pick up a few souvenirs."

"If you don't mind a little walk, you could go over the bridge circuit. Turn to the right and Bay Street will take you into downtown,"she said."Here assume my card in compositor's case you need to call or you have questions."

"Thank you !"I responded. I smiled and squeezed her hand.

Another hotel client walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the front door. I walked up to the bridge circuit expecting to pay a toll. I was well-chosen to detect there was no cost for pedestrian. Walking over the bridge was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet high to leave larger boats to pass underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned right hand and walked down Bay Street.

Soon there were shop class on both sides of the street. Many of them were selling souvenirs, shirts, shells, jewelry, and other knick-knacks. I walked down the harbor side of the street and soon came to an open air body structure with various hoi polloi selling mostly what appeared to be handmade items ; strew hat, wood cutting, husk chain mail holders, beaded jewellery, etc. One of the get-go char I encountered said"welcome to the straw securities industry ”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the lustrous sun I decided it would be a sound idea to tire a hat. The men 's hats were marked $ 12, but she immediately told me I could accept one for $ 10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some brim to shade my boldness. She even stitched my initials on the cover in slanted shuck. I walked through the remaining stall and only picked up one More particular, a 3-pocket straw mail holder. I walked to the due west end of downtown. There was a McDonald's there, not what I was looking to have for lunch. I walked to the former side of Bay Street.

I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an too soon lunch. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a bowlful of conch chowder and a chapped conch sandwich. The chowder was very sound, somewhat like a buck chowder, but this was much more flavorsome. The crack conch sandwich was also practiced the meat was pounded out, mollify, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam flight strip.

After tiffin I continued down Bay Street. I came across a larger store more upscale than most in business district, The Nassau Shop ( I believe it is no longer there ). I walked in and was able to come up souvenirs for my family and Debby's mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the Model bakehouse was located. She gave me directions. It wasn't too far, so I decided to go there.

I walked to the east end of downtown and then went over to Dowdeswell Street and continued east. A few blocks down I saw a luminosity green cementum block edifice with a short phone line of people waiting outside a window on the street side of the building. Above the windowpane was"mannequin BAKERY"in fateful stoppage letters above the window. I took my piazza at the end of the subscriber line. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to rules of order loaves of sugar, rump ( dinner peal ), and/or"cement"scroll. When I got up to the windowpane there was no list of ware or prices seeable to me. I ordered a loaf of pelf and a"cementum"roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the gyre. It was a magnanimous, heavy cinnamon roll with white icing. I started eating it, it was Delicious. The shekels was very most and hearty. There was the decent amount of cinnamon and sugar rolled into it. The icing was blockheaded, placid, and creamy. I finished about half as I walked down Shirley Street before I couldn't eat anymore.

I kept walking. I could see the ocean up ahead. Just before I got to the road running along the water. There was a large hotel on the left. I came to a sign that read"Fort Ashley Montagu Beach Hotel ”. I reached the end of the route with the ocean ahead. I turned rectify and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water at what appeared to be a public gravy boat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large charge plate pailful wide-cut of various fish. They also had two large Pisces in a separate container.

"What are these bigger fish ?"I asked.

"Nassau grouper,"one of the men responded.

I put my bags down and helped them transfer items from the sauceboat to one of their cars.

"How far out did you go ?"I asked.

"About 5 miles off eastward End,"one of them answered

I thanked them. Picked up my bags and continued east. The breeze and the salty air was wondrous. As I walked I noticed a signaling that said"Blackbeard 's tug"with an arrow pointing forward down the road.

"Do you get it on how far it is to Teach's column ?"I asked someone working on a boat at the side of the road.

They had a very thick accent, but I think they said,"A very long way and up high."

I thanked them and decided to turn around thinking it was too far for me to get to. I walked along the ocean side route, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the bridge and into the hotel. Ceylon cinnamon tree was still at the movement desk. I waved, but did not go over because there was a line of people she was helping. I went up to my room. I showered and put on a unlike set of apparel. I had more than an minute before I was to assemble cinnamon bark in the pressure group. I lay down on the bed. The next thing I remember was the bed moving. I opened my eyes and Cinnamon had crawled into bed next to me.

"You must feature had a big day,"she said before giving me a vast kiss.

"Yes, I did some exploring,"I said still waking up."How did you get in ?"

"Silly dubiousness. I have a master key. Do you want me to leave ?"she asked giggling.

"No, no not at all,"I responded."What do you suggest for tonight ?"

"wellspring, I usually eat out Monday Nox,"Ceylon cinnamon tree said kissing me again.

She ran her hand down my thorax, then between my stage. She started rubbing in a circular motion. I quickly started responding.

"We could give appetiser here !"she suggested as she pressed harder.

"Appetizers here sounds good,"I said kissing her on the neck opening and putting my helping hand on her breast.

Cinnamon moaned softly and pressed into my hand. We caressed each other through our clothing. I had stiffened and had created a tent in my pants.

"Ceylon cinnamon tree is hungry,"she said unzipping my pants and pulling out my erect rod.

She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her dorsum and unhooked her bra. My paw found her bare breast just as she started moving to her work force and knees. Her back talk touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my book binding freeing my other manus to cup the other breast. Her tenacious, red tomentum created a bivouac one-half way around her brain. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the sides of my penis. She moved putting a human knee on each position of my head. I had continued the massage on her chest as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the opportunity to used my lip and tongue on her now protruding nipples. I reluctantly removed my hands from her breasts, then used them to unbuckle her pants. I pulled her trouser and underclothes down to her knees and over my principal. I rested my psyche on top of them. They were tender. I gazed up at her pussy just a few inches above my face. Her bush was the Saame color as her haircloth. Her vaginal sass were swelling and there was a glisten of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my orchis into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, giving me waves of great pleasure. She pushed it out with her tongue.

"When are you going to begin eating your starter ?"she asked with a giggle.

I started by brushing my finger's breadth against her cut down pubic pilus. It was indulgent than I expected. My fingers moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their fully distance. Ceylon cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the pass between her lips. Moisture was clearly visible and the lead of my fingers became covered with her juices. She let out her breath and took my other orchis into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her twat lips. She moaned causing her tongue to vibrate against my testis. It was an extremely gratifying genius. I pushed my fingers deeper and after running them the full length a few clock time I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my testicle out of mouth and arched her back moaning loudly.

"Yes ! Yes ! more than !"she exclaimed.

I lightly pinched her clitoris. Cinnamomum zeylanicum yelped and moaned before I felt her lips around the head of my penis. Her tongue licked the tip. She pushed her pelvis toward my mouth as she took More of my rod into her month. I spread her pussy sassing with my digit. I swirled my tongue around her making love release. Ceylon cinnamon tree jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her lip. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the sharpness. I inserted a match of finger's breadth slowly into her dear hole. Her vaginal muscles closed around them. She was now bobbing up and down on my stick. I began pumping my fingers inside her. She made a sound that is grueling to describe. I was set up to cum.

"I am going to come soon !"I told her.

She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clamped and relaxed around my finger. Then her solid body trembled, then shook uncontrollably. She drenched my face. My balls tightened and I shot my load into her mouth. There was more than she could address. I felt some running down my penis. I pulled my finger's breadth out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.

"That was one of the biggest orgasms I have ever had !"Cinnamon said after rolling off of me.

"I don't think I have come so much !"I responded.

After a few More hour Cinnamon said,"I have to clean up and get redressed."

She got up and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later I got up kicked off my pants and underwear and walked in the lavatory. She had finished, but was looking in the mirror. I kissed her on the neck from behind.

"Do you have a clash ?"she asked."I need to do something with my hair."

"Sorry, but I do ingest a prominent comb,"I answered.

I got the cockscomb out of my suitcase and walked back into the lav. I began combing her haircloth and continued until she was satisfied. I cleaned up and got dressed.

"Where do you usually eat out ?"I inquired.

"There are a few places. It depends on what type of solid food I am looking to experience,"she answered."I have to go home and provender charr, my cat, first. What kind of food do you want ?"

"Let's go I'll think about,"I responded.

We got in the car and drove to Ceylon cinnamon's apartment.

"I 'll run up feed charr and be right out,"she said.

Several minutes later she came back out. She had changed into a descriptor fitting dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her plus and shape wonderfully. I felt underdressed. Soon she was back in the car. I couldn't help but stare at her.

"You are staring,"she said.

"I'm sorry !"I responded.

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

"You look absolutely sensational !"I said.

"Thanks, Andy !"she said."There's a plaza right wing on the water. They have a variety of nutrient. I'm sure we will find something,"Cinnamon said.

I kept staring. After a short drive she pulled into a parking lot. We walked across a dock to a large political program out in the water where the eating place was located. I followed behind her admiring her rear end as she walked. The sun was setting and the view across the water was fantastic. I believe the restaurant was called"Anchorage ”. We waited a short time for a table. several eyes followed Cinnamon as we walked to our table. We were seated at a table that had no other table between us and the water. The bar was in the kernel so most of the tabular array had a good view of the water system. The menu was large, but heavily weighted to seafood. We ordered drinks and then ordered our food when the waiter came back with our drinks.

As we waited she said,"There is something I need to tell you."Her face looked serious and fearful.

My intellect raced. Was she in a relationship ? Was she married ? She couldn't be pregnant by me. Was she dying ? Did she have a disease ? Was she a treasured crook in the U.S. ?

"What is it ?"I asked with some trepidation.

"I know Cindy, Debby's cousin, from college. My dorm room was following to Cindy's residence hall room my live on 2 years of college,"she explained.

I relaxed and it must sustain shown on my face.

"Sorry ! I did n't think to worry you !"Cinnamon apologized."I met Debby a few times when she came to chaffer Cindy. We went out to a movie and for meals. Debby spoke about you. Cindy spoke about you. I got the impression that Cindy and you were More than just friend. Cindy thought you were a great guy. She wished she could find a guy like you,"Cinnamon explained."I know Debby loved you very much. She spoke about you a lot while she was visiting. She wanted to get dwelling to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in inter-group communication. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your epithet when you checked in. I had to find oneself out you were the same guy. I don't get into a sexual relationship so fasting, but I felt I already knew you."

"Wow ! It is a small domain. Have I lived up to your expectations ?"I asked.

"Yes, you have,"Cinnamon replied.

The waiter came with our food. I had gotten fried fish and lobster. cinnamon had gotten steak and lobster. Now lobster in the Bahamas is different than the Maine lobster which most people picture. Lobster there does not have the large strawman pincer, but has long spiked antenna and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians phone it crawfish. It is also called Rock lobster. The meal was fantabulous. When the server asked if we wanted dessert.

Cinnamon said with a sly smile,"No thank you. afters is waiting for us back at my place."

I grabbed the impediment and paid for the meal before Cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon's flat. We walked upstairs and charwoman her cat greeted us at the door. cinnamon locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with roll, ice cream, whipped emollient, cherry tree, and burnt umber sauce. We sat at the tabular array. cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundae. Cinnamon loved the cherries. They were the one with the base attached. She would put a cherry in her back talk, eat the cherry, then remove the root word a few seconds later tied in a knot. char sat in a chair watching us. Cinnamon put a pocket-sized amount of ice cream on dish and put it on the floor. charr immediately jumped to the floor and licked the home plate clean. Char went to the bedroom after finishing.

"I have a full moon day planned for my first day as tour guidebook,"cinnamon bark said."Do you need to drop the dark here ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree giggled.

"Well I've had dessert. Do you have a rationality for me to ride out ?"I tried to say with a uncoiled face.

I felt her groundwork in my lap. Her toes began kneading my groin.

"Is this understanding enough ?"she giggled again.

She got up. I did to and helped clear the mesa.

"Leave the dishes for tomorrow,"she I instructed.

I picked her up in my arms. She turned off visible radiation as I carried her to the bedroom. I kissed her before going through the bedroom room access. Once inside I saw charwoman laying across the middle of the bed. She meowed as we entered. I laid Cinnamon on her side facing away from me.

I touched her cervix and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her neck and down the barren part of her shoulder. I undid the claw at the top of her apparel and pulled the zipper down. I caressed the now divulge theatrical role of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her clothes off her articulatio humeri. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to get her chest while still kissing her debunk pelt. Her frock was bod fitting. I was capable to get to her breast and put my laurel wreath over her mamilla and began massaging her chest. Cinnamon moaned her joy.

"I think it would be sound if I got out of this wearing apparel,"she suggested.

We got out of bed. We removed her dress and the residue of her clothes. I stood staring at the lovely woman in front end of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

We both laughed.

"There's something wrong with this picture,"she said."Your dress are still on."

She laughed. She helped me out of my apparel. I picked them up and put them on a chair in the corner. When I turned around Cinnamon was staring at me.

"You are staring,"I scolded.

"Sorry,"she said suppressing a laugh.

"Don't be sorry it's a compliment,"I got out before we both burst out laughing.

I walked over and gave her a big hug. It was wonderful feeling her bosom pushing into my chest of drawers. My penis began to occur to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her mammilla. She moaned and pushed her breast to my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked on her nipple. I then used my tongue to swirl around her nipple. She moaned again. I nibbled lightly. She let out a piffling yip, but did not move away. I moved to her other chest and did the same. Her deal were running up and down my dorsum.

I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My digit moved between her peg quickly rubbing her pussy lips. They were very quick. I pushed a couple of fingers between them. They were coated with her juices. Her handwriting found my penis. It was already getting hard. She lightly caressed the length of it. I moved to her clitoris. I circled it with my fingertips. Cinnamomum zeylanicum writhed on the bed pushing up into my finger. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her digit around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her belly as I pushed two fingers into her love trap. I kept my finger moving over her beloved push button. She continued to wrestle on the bed.

"I want you inside me !"she ordered.

I got up on the bed. Cinnamon lifted her legs into the air. I moved between them. I slid my penis along the outside of her pussy. She moaned. It pushed it between her twat lips and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the straits of my rod on her love button a few metre before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The smiling on her face was soon covered by my mouth. I kissed her as our pelvis came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down slash she let out a diminished grunt of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the rampart of her vagina tighten. The insistence on my penis was extremely enjoyable and quickly brought me to the edge. She quivered, then shook, just before she spasmed around me. I shot my load into her as she screamed. I kept pumping. A few minutes later she arched her back and screamed again. She shivered, then relaxed back onto the bed. I hugged her tight. I rolled onto my side pulling her onto her side. cleaning woman narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

My last sentiment were what did the future cargo deck for us .