Bahamas vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a trip-up to get away from memories 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-place two nights together. She has the side by side two days off and has offered to be my tour scout. )

I woke up in the morning in Cinnamon's bed at her apartment. I still had my arms 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 certain if it was her shampoo or fragrance. My penis was slightly erect and draw close between her butt cheeks. I did not want to fire up Cinnamon. It felt rattling just laying here next to her. Her skin was so politic and soft. About a hour later she began to stir. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fright in her eyes. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

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

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

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

I thought for a few irregular and answered,"No. I only wore the clothes I have here for a few 60 minutes last night."

"Good ! That gives us a more time before we leave,"she said.

Her cat Char jumped up on the bed and walked up and meowed in Cinnamon's face.

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

cinnamon bark 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 follow !"I answered.

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

"Hold out your hired man,"she instructed.

I put my hands out. She put liquid liquid ecstasy in them, then put some in her hand. She started by rubbing soap on my dresser. I returned the favor. Soaping her boob. She tipped her point back and enjoyed my hands moving around her nipples. cinnamon bark moved down to my abdomen, then down to my penis and balls. Sliding her hands all around my fellow member. I was already fully rear. I moved my hired hand around to her book binding and caressed her dorsum from shoulders down to her hind end end. She reached around to my rear end pulling closer to her. My penis was now trapped between our organic structure with the head pressing against her navel. I grabbed her butt with both hands. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, house impertinence. She moaned running her hands up and down my back. I moved my finger's breadth between her butt cheeks. I circled a mates of fingerbreadth around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my finger inside. She was extremely tight and her sphincter muscle squeezed down on them. I moved my early hired hand to her front end and lathered her pubic hairsbreadth and pussy back talk. She began pumping my penis with her hand. I soaped her be intimate button to groan of joy. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two digit inside her honey jam to a pant from cinnamon. I had fingerbreadth moving in and out of her forepart and her rear.

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

I pushed her back against the wall and used my hired man to conduct my erection into her vagina. I continued to proceed my digit in the vertebral column as best I could. I pushed until my penis 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 floor. I pushed one stopping point time into her and then exploded into her. Ceylon cinnamon tree groaned and shook as she reached her orgasm. Her vaginal muscles clamped around me, squeezing the last of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

"No ( intimation ), no ( breathing place ), More,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the water was tuning down her back. She regained her intimation, then turned to front the exhibitioner. I put some more scoop on my deal and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the nursing bottle of shampoo and started working it into her hair's-breadth. There was the aroma I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her fuzz. She had a lot of hair. It reached to the middle of her cover. I loved the shiny red color. She bent over to rinse her hair. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect member. It slipped between her cheeks and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

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

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

We repositioned so I could wet my hairsbreadth. As soon as my haircloth was wet Ceylon cinnamon began shampooing my hair. I don't think anyone else had washed my hair since my mother did it when I was a tike. It felt good. The water quickly was becoming ice chest. I rinsed quickly. We changed spot again and Ceylon cinnamon rinsed a few seat on her body that had been missed before. She turned the body of water off. We used the towels on the sideboard to dry each other. This was nearly as commove as the time in the shower. Her skin from top dog to substructure was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a large number of freckle, but these just added to her beauty. I brushed her hair after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a quick breakfast, she put down dry food and a bowlful of piddle 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.

"Well, yesterday when I went exploring I saw a signaling for Thatch's tugboat toward the due east end of the island. I 've always had some fascination with pirate ship,"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. sportfishing here would be an interesting experience. But that would postulate a lot of planning before hand."

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go fishing with my father in Wisconsin,"cinnamon said."We will try to find Blackbeard's pillar later today. I do have 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 entrance. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 minutes later she returned. We drove off back over the bridge to capital of the Bahamas.

"We are going to the poove 's Staircase, the body of water tower, and Fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the bottom of the stairs. The Queen's stairway is 66 steps that were carved out of limestone by striver in the concluding section of the 1700 's. It was renamed Queen's stairway for the reign of queer Victoria who had freed the slaves in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas and reigned for 64 years. I learned later that one of the steps had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a number of vender selling items that were mighty out of the downtown wheat Market. Cinnamon and I took ikon of the other standing at the buns of the stairs. One of the men selling items 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 meat of the step there was a small-scale waterfall cascading down toward the freighter. I noticed several men turning their heads to look at cinnamon. Some had an expression of acknowledgement on their face. Cinnamomum zeylanicum was a very beautiful woman so I could realise them noticing her.

At the top of the step I purchased a issue of picture C. W. Post wag and a short record with information regarding the stairway, body of water tower, and garrison. This was the highest breaker point on the island. It made sense that the water tower and fort were located here. The step were constructed to make believe it easier to get to the high tip where the fort was located. Again I noticed several men turning their heads as Cinnamon passed. We paid a small fee to go to the top of the water tower. We took the elevator to the top, the lift operator recited a myopic history of the H2O column and statistics regarding it 's elevation. I handed him a couple of one dollar bill as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observance pack of cards and could view the whole island since the sky was clean-cut. It was a terrific mountain. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the full general direction of the airport. Again we took pictures of each early with various horizon in the setting. A young boy offered to take a mental picture of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our picture. I handed him a couple of dollar when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the spiral staircase to the bottom.

We then walked over to fort Fincastle. The fortress was shaped like a paddle gravy boat apparently to lead astray ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a garrison it had a numeral of cannons to be used if inimical ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not get the"official"tour of duty. Again there were a number of men taking Sir Thomas More than a passing notice of Ceylon cinnamon tree. Some with an expression of recognition. We left the fortress 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 fortress, Fort charlotte. This was a much larger fort. We walked across the bridge over the dry fosse. We joined a group that was gathering for a spell. There were about 20 of us when the turn started. Our tour templet went through the history of the fort, injected humor as he did. We completed the pep pill tier and moved to the humble stratum. On the lower stratum there were dungeons with form depicting tortures that may deliver taken shoes.

When we came to the stand the hitch templet said,"And this is how they created players for the NBA."

Most everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the downcast level. The guide told us to mystify around for the liberation of the cannon at noon. I handed the guide $ 5 as we exited the lower level. The inflammation of the cannon was in 15 minutes so we waited around. We took pic of each other standing by one of the shank. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to get hold of a picture show of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious placard of Cinnamon. A young man was telling the grouping about the shank. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no cannon ball loaded, but was going to load it with a fond explosive charge. He prepared the cannon and shot it with a loud bunce. The carom rocked back a short distance then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a promptly tiffin, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our entrance fee. We walked along the path with our weapon system around each other. We looked at respective of the flora and animals that were on show. We got to the gist of the gardens. There was a open sphere with judiciary arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for"The marching music of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to occur in about 15 minutes. The flight simulator stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The flight simulator asked if anyone would like to step into the circuit and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamon to go out so I could get a few pictures. The flamingos surrounded her and I took various pictures. After the show ended we walked over to the sea life country. There were a number of fish and early interesting sea creatures. We came around the corner and there was a large shallow pond with a number of sea turtles.

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

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the kitty and secured one of the turtleneck. Additional people gathered around the syndicate. 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 vertebral column of it's shell. He then tipped the polo-neck up with it's head and front flippers in the air. We touched the shield on its stomach. It was smoother than the shell on it's back. He gave others the same opportunity. He next secured another polo-neck.

"This is a hawkbill turtle,"he said.

This turtleneck had a curved snout and beautiful casing and skin color. It was much smaller than the early turtle and he was able to lift it completely out if the water. It flapped it's front flipper and looked like it was trying to fly.

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

He had a box for contribution and I left a generous one. We walked into the natural endowment shop.

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

There was a lot of polo-neck shell jewelry. Much of it was fairly expensive. The next display case had a selection of couch eggshell jewellery. When cinnamon was looking at some former point, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendent shaped like a meat. We left the natural endowment shop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"Ceylon cinnamon tree asked.

"Something for my mother,"I answered.

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

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

We drove to the situation I had seen the signal the day before. We drove a minuscule farther. We saw a signal by a get to area big enough for maybe 4 railway car to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The planetary house indicated we should go up a specialize trail that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Cinnamon only because she had gotten to the start of the path first. I watched her hind end end as she walked in front end of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in straw man of me. The trail got exorbitant as we went. An old I. F. Stone social structure came into plenty as the itinerary became a crumbling set of stone steps.

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

A couple came down the stairs toward us. I recognized the charwoman 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 Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the tugboat. There was a metal star sign that that difficult to show because it was corroded. It said a lilliputian about the tower. It was built in the 1700's, but the builders are not known for certain. We went into the pillar and managed to mount to the top. From the top we had a good horizon of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a honest vantage point to see incoming ships and make some kind of signal to other piece 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 opening and lightly nibbled on my ear.

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

She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a number of houses that had a view of the top of the tower. I suggested we move to the lower level. I got down first and helped cinnamon bark 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 gasp and panties. We kicked off our shoes and clothes. I looked intently at the beautiful au naturel cleaning woman in front of me.

"You are staring,"Cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

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

I placed my custody on her breasts.

"Ye have plentiful bosom my chick,"I said trying to do my best pirate imitation.

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

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

I pressed my hands into her boob and massaged them. I pushed her up against a smooth destiny of the gem paries. I kissed her heavy and pushed my tongue against her lip and she opened her lips to allow it's entry. Ceylon cinnamon tree moaned into my mouth. She grabbed my hindquarters nerve and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the groundwork of the wall. My erect penis pushed between her ramification then up the pass between her butt cheeks. It was a strange sentience with the top of penis pressed against her warm dead body and the undersurface against the cooler Harlan Fiske Stone wall. I moved a hand down between her wooden leg and located her pussy. It was hot and moist. I pushed my digit between her pussy lips.

"Oh ye scorbutus dog,"she said."Ye make me feel so good."

I moved my fingers along her vaginal back talk. She pushed into them. I found her clitoris and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.

She again nibbled on my ear and then whispered,"Continue my swarthy beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my fingers rubbed over her erotic love clit. I pressed down and moved my fingers in a circular move. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the paries and her ass cheeks. My balls bumped against her thighs with each move forward. I pushed one and then a second finger into her love hole. Her vaginal wall pressed around my fingers. I thrust them in and out to moan of approval.

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

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

"If your cannonballs are make you should load your cannon !"Cinnamon responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"shank"have approach to her love hole. She guided me into her. Her warm up hands felt good compared to the cold rampart the undersurface of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, tight love tunnel.

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

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

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

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

"The safety fuse is lit,"I said as my balls tightened."Firing !"I shouted as her coming took over her body.

I shot my consignment into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her body stiffened and her blazon and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her sec orgasm. I continued to pump.

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

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me timbers,"I responded.

We held each former until our ventilation returned to convention and at least my ticker stopped pounding in my chest. We gathered our clothes and began getting dressed. I helped Ceylon cinnamon tree with her bra. We heard the voice of baby saying Blackbeard's Tower coming from down the lead. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the tumble whole step. At the end of the steps where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 young male child maybe 12 and 10. A few secondment later a younger girl passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a tenacious look Cinnamon.

The female parent said,"Hi ! How much farther ?"

"Not far, a fiddling over 100 invertebrate foot, 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 feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to stay here or come up ?"Cinnamon asked.

"I'll just stay here, unless there is something I can avail 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 detail bill of cinnamon today. Some with a jot of recognition. In a few minute Ceylon cinnamon got back in the car.

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

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

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The hubby of someone I work with takes masses out fishing for a keep. He usually takes Tuesday and Wednesday off, but agreed to takes us out for half price if we pay for gas, and bait."

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

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

"Sound honest to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked in the employee area and we went up to my elbow room. I realized this was going to be the beginning night I would spend in my elbow room. Ceylon cinnamon tree ordered for us and got our meals for free. We watched tv as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were unappareled and in bed with me snuggled up to her back with my arm around her. I cupped her breast with my hand. I squeezed it lightly.

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

"I understand,"I said still caressing her breast."Ceylon cinnamon tree, you are a very beautiful char and men bet your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a aspect of acknowledgement on some of their faces."

After a minute or so she said,"fountainhead … I may know why."She stopped."I … I was in Playboy a couple of years ago."

I let that sink in. I did not desire to say the damage thing.

"You are certainly someone I would like to see defenseless,"I said.

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

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

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

"Congratulations,"I said.

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

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a abruptly time just thinking about how lucky I was to cause made erotic love to someone who appeared in Playboy .