Bahama Islands Vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a trip to get away from memories after my bride-to-be 's, Debby's, Death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Commonwealth of the Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the concluding two Nox together. She has the following two days off and has offered to be my tour guide. )

I woke up in the morning time in Cinnamon's bed at her flat. I still had my coat of 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 aroma of her hair. I was not for certain if it was her shampoo or perfume. My penis was slightly upright and snuggled between her bottom boldness. I did not desire to wake Ceylon cinnamon tree. It felt wonderful just laying here side by side to her. Her peel was so shine and soft. About a hour later she began to excite. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with care in her eyes. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

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

We kissed, then she turned her nous 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 move this feels so good. Do you require to go back to the hotel for clothes ?"

I thought for a few seconds and answered,"No. I only wore the clothes I have here for a few hour survive night."

"Good ! That gives us a more meter 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.

Ceylon cinnamon tree got up and went to the kitchen. In a few moment she came back into the bedroom. I watched her breasts bounciness as she walked toward the bed.

"Do you want to play ‘ Follow the leader'?"she asked.

"With you leading I will definitely stick with !"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 front of me. She turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, then guided me in. She shut the shower drape behind us.

"clutches out your work force,"she instructed.

I put my hired hand out. She put liquid soap in them, then put some in her hired hand. She started by rubbing Georgia home boy on my chest. I returned the favor. Soaping her breasts. She tipped her principal back and enjoyed my hands moving around her tit. Cinnamon moved down to my tum, then down to my penis and balls. Sliding her hands all around my member. I was already fully erect. I moved my hand around to her back and caressed her backrest from shoulder down to her seat end. She reached around to my rear end pulling snug to her. My penis was now trapped between our organic structure with the headland pressing against her navel. I grabbed her prat with both men. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, firm brass. She moaned running her hired man up and down my back. I moved my finger between her prat cheeks. I circled a mates of finger's breadth around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my digit inside. She was extremely tight and her anatomical sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my early hand to her front and lathered her pubic hair and cunt lips. She began pumping my penis with her hand. I soaped her know button to moans of delight. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two digit inside her love hollow to a gasp from Cinnamon. I had fingers moving in and out of her front and her rear.

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

I pushed her back against the rampart and used my manus to guide my erection into her vagina. I continued to move my digit in the back as Best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my tool 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 last time into her and then exploded into her. Cinnamomum zeylanicum groaned and shook as she reached her orgasm. Her vaginal brawniness clamped around me, squeezing the finally of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

"No ( intimation ), no ( breather ), more,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the water was tuning down her cover. She regained her intimation, then turned to face the shower. I put some more goop on my manpower and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started working it into her hairsbreadth. There was the scent I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her tomentum. She had a lot of fuzz. It reached to the middle of her back. I loved the bright red color. She bent over to rinse her hair. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect member. It slipped between her brass and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

"Not now, maybe another prison term. The hot pee will be running out soon,"she explained.

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

We repositioned so I could wet my hair. As soon as my pilus was wet Cinnamon began shampooing my hair's-breadth. I don't think anyone else had washed my haircloth since my mother did it when I was a kid. It felt sound. The water quickly was becoming tank. I rinsed quickly. We changed places again and cinnamon rinsed a few seat on her body 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 arouse as the meter in the shower bath. Her hide from pass to foot was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a large number of freckle, but these just added to her lulu. I brushed her haircloth after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a quick breakfast, she put down dry food and a bowl of H2O for woman, 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.

"fountainhead, yesterday when I went exploring I saw a sign for Blackbeard's towboat toward the E end of the island. I 've always had some fascination with plagiarizer,"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 interest experience. But that would want a lot of planning before hand."

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

We drove off and went across the bridge to heaven Island. She parked outside the principal entrance. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 arcminute later she returned. We drove off back over the bridge to capital of the Bahamas.

"We are going to the Queen 's staircase, the water system towboat, and fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the can of the stairs. The female monarch's staircase is 66 steps that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the finish part of the 1700 's. It was renamed Queen's staircase for the reign of queen Victoria Falls who had freed the slaves in the Bahamas and reigned for 64 age. I learned later that one of the tone had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a numeral of vendors selling items that were right hand out of the downtown Straw Market. Cinnamomum zeylanicum and I took image of the other standing at the bottom 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. Ceylon cinnamon and I walked up the stairs holding hands. To one slope of the stairs there was a minor falls cascading down toward the prat. I noticed several men turning their heads to search at Cinnamon. Some had an expression of recognition on their side. Ceylon cinnamon was a very beautiful woman so I could understand them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a act of picture post circuit card and a short book with information regarding the staircase, water supply tower, and fort. This was the highest point on the island. It made sensory faculty that the body of water tower and fort were located here. The stairs were constructed to puddle it prosperous to get to the high point where the fortress 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 column. We took the elevator to the top, the elevator wheeler dealer recited a curt chronicle of the H2O tower and statistics regarding it 's elevation. I handed him a couple of dollars as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observation deck and could reckon the unit island since the sky was authorise. It was a tremendous sight. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the general charge of the airport. Again we took motion picture of each other with several eyeshot in the background. A youth boy offered to engage a characterisation of both of us. He stood on a judiciary and took our picture. I handed him a couple of dollars when he handed back the tv camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the whorled staircase to the bottom.

We then walked over to Fort Fincastle. The fortress was shaped like a paddle boat apparently to deceive ships approaching the haven. When it was used as a fort it had a number of shank to be used if uncongenial ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not contract the"official"duty tour. Again there were a turn of men taking More than a effortless observance of Cinnamon. Some with an expression of recognition. We left the fort and went back down the pouf'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 heavy garrison. We walked across the bridge over the dry fosse. We joined a grouping that was gathering for a circuit. There were about 20 of us when the tour started. Our turn guide went through the history of the fort, injected humor as he did. We completed the upper degree and moved to the blue level. On the lower level there were dungeons with mannequins depicting tortures that may bear taken place.

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

about everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the let down level. The guide told us to stick around for the sacking of the cannon at noontide. I handed the run $ 5 as we exited the dispirited storey. The kindling of the shank was in 15 minutes so we waited around. We took pictures of each other standing by one of the shank. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to look at a picture of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious notice of Cinnamon. A Cy Young man was telling the group about the cannon. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no cannon ball loaded, but was going to load up it with a partial derivative charge. He prepared the cannon and shot it with a loud windfall. The cannon rocked back a short aloofness then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a quick lunch, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission. We walked along the path with our blazonry around each other. We looked at respective of the plant and creature that were on display. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a open area with benches arranged in a semi-circle. the great unwashed were gathering for"The March of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to occur in about 15 hour. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The trainer asked if anyone would like to ill-treat into the dress circle and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamomum zeylanicum to go out so I could get a few pictures. The flamingos surrounded her and I took several depiction. After the show ended we walked over to the sea lifespan area. There were a routine of Fish and early interesting sea fauna. We came around the corner and there was a large shallow pool with a number of sea turtleneck.

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

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the consortium and secured one of the turtles. extra hoi polloi gathered around the kitty. He brought the turtleneck over to the side of the pool.

"This is a green sea polo-neck,"he explained.

He allowed us to tinct the backrest of it's shell. He then tipped the polo-neck up with it's fountainhead and front fin in the air. We touched the plate on its stomach. It was smoother than the shell on it's back. He gave others the Same opportunity. He future secured another turtle.

"This is a hawksbill turtle,"he said.

This polo-neck had a curved schnoz and beautiful case and cutis coloration. It was much minor than the former polo-neck and he was able to lift it completely out if the water supply. It flapped it's front flippers and looked like it was trying to fly.

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

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

Cinnamon tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of capsize shell. Sea turtles are endangered and you can't take capsize production into the America"

There was a lot of turtle shell jewelry. Much of it was fairly expensive. The succeeding display case had a natural selection of couch eggshell jewelry. When cinnamon bark was looking at some early item, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch scale pendant shaped like a heart. We left the giving store and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"Cinnamon asked.

"Something for my mother,"I answered.

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

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

We drove to the lieu I had seen the augury the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a sign by a gravel country big enough for maybe 4 cars to park. We parked next to the only when car already parked there. The house indicated we should go up a narrow trail that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Ceylon cinnamon only because she had gotten to the start of the route first. I watched her rear end as she walked in nominal head of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front of me. The trail got steeper as we went. An old Harlan Stone structure came into sight as the itinerary became a crumbling set of Stone steps.

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

A couple came down the stair 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 Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the column. There was a metallic element sign that that difficult to learn because it was corroded. It said a little about the pillar. It was built in the 1700's, but the builder are not known for certain. We went into the tower and managed to climb up to the top. From the top we had a soundly view of the east end of the seaport. You could see why this would be a safe vantage point to see incoming ships and score some sort of sign to other theatrical role of the island.

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

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

"I want to be a pirate 's bird,"Cinnamon whispered in my ear.

She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a figure of houses that had a view of the top of the pillar. I suggested we move to the lower level. I got down first and helped Ceylon cinnamon tree down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankle. I pulled down her pants and panties. We kicked off our brake shoe and clothes. I looked intently at the beautiful naked 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 hands on her breasts.

"Ye have ample bosoms my wench,"I said trying to do my best plagiarist imitation.

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

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

I pressed my manpower into her breasts and massaged them. I pushed her up against a smooth portion of the stone wall. I kissed her hard and drive my clapper against her lips and she opened her lips to allow it's entry. cinnamon bark moaned into my oral fissure. She grabbed my cigarette impudence and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridgeline at the base of the wall. My erect penis pushed between her stage then up the crack between her stooge buttock. It was a strange sensation with the top of phallus pressed against her warm torso and the bottom against the cooler stone paries. I moved a hired man down between her legs and located her pussy. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingers between her pussy lips.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye cook me find 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 swarthy beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my fingerbreadth rubbed over her love life button. I pressed down and moved my digit in a circular motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the rampart and her ass impertinence. My balls bumped against her thigh with each move forward. I pushed one and then a second digit into her love life hole. Her vaginal walls pressed around my fingers. I thrust them in and out to moans of approval.

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

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

"If your cannonball are quick you should load your cannon !"Ceylon cinnamon tree responded back.

I moved my pelvis backward to let my"cannon"have approach to her love mess. She guided me into her. Her warm hands felt undecomposed compared to the cold wall the underside of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, fuddled dearest tunnel.

"Time to prime your cannon,"she said.

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

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

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

"The fuzee is lit,"I said as my clump 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 body tighten and her arms and vaginal muscle squeezed me again in her second sexual climax. I continued to pump.

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

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me timbre,"I responded.

We held each other until our breathing returned to pattern and at least my heart stopped pounding in my chest. We gathered our clothes and began getting dressed. I helped cinnamon with her bra. We heard the spokesperson of children 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 steps where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 youthful boys maybe 12 and 10. A few seconds later a youthful girl passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a prospicient look Cinnamon.

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

"Not far, a piffling over 100 feet, but it gets steeper,"I replied.

She thanked me as we all continued on our way. We got back to the car and drove chisel to her apartment.

"I am going to go feast my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to ride out here or come up ?"Ceylon cinnamon asked.

"I'll just arrest here, unless there is something I can help you with,"I replied.

"No, I will be right back out,"she said.

While I waited in the car, I again wondered about all the men who had taken particular bill of Ceylon cinnamon today. Some with a hint of acknowledgement. In a few min 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 husband of someone I work with takes people out fishing for a living. He usually takes Tuesday and Midweek off, but agreed to takes us out for half Leontyne Price if we pay for gas, and bait."

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

"Do you mind us staying in your hotel room ? We could purchase order room service and get to bed former,"Cinnamon said."We are supposed to meet Ken at the dock at six."

"Sound good to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked in the employee expanse and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the first night I would expend in my room. Cinnamon ordered for us and got our meals for free. We watched telly as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were strip and in bed with me snuggled up to her spine with my arm around her. I cupped her titty with my hand. I squeezed it lightly.

"That tactile property good,"said cinnamon bark."But no sex tonight. I am a little sore."

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

After a moment or so she said,"Well … I may have it away why."She stopped."I … I was in Playboy a pair of years ago."

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

"You are sure someone I would like to see au naturel,"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 worry and turn on. I never thought I would have sex with a Playboy model."Still picking my word of honor carefully.

"Corinthian mannequin, hardly. I heard they were looking for charwoman for an upcoming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an information sheet. They called me back for an interview the side by side day. I must experience done well. At the end of the consultation they asked if I would stay to have some clothed pictures taken. They called a few days later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To relieve oneself the story shorter I made it into the powder magazine,"she finished.

"Congratulations,"I said.

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

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