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Bahamas RevelationsMy fiancee, Debby, and I had dated since we were 15. It is now over 9 years later. I was on an airplane, heading for Nassau in the Bahamas for what to have been our honeymoon.My mind drifted back to I recent events.Debby and I became engaged over a year ago, after we had both finished our bachelor degrees. I was working toward being a veterinarian. She was a physical education teacher, at least until a month ago. A month ago I received a call from Debby’s mother at 3:00 A.M. on a Sunday morning. Debby had not returned from visiting her cousin Cindy at college. Cindy was working toward becoming a dentist. Debby was expected to be home around midnight. This was the 1980’s so there were no cell phones. Debby’s mother was worried. We both knew Debby would have called if she knew she was going to be late, at least if she was able.I told her mother that I would be over in a few minutes. I got dressed and made the short trip to her house. We spoke and determined that she should stay at the house in case Debby called or came home. I was going to go to the police station to ask if they had any information. I didn’t want to call the police, tying up the phone, in case Debby called. I left and arrived at the police station 10 minutes later. I explained the situation to the officer I was directed to. He looked through the information he had available. There were no reports for the make, model, or license plate of the car Debby was driving. I gave them my information and the information for Debby’s mother. He said they would call if anything came in.I went back to Debby’s mother’s house. Debby still was not there and had not called. I stayed trying to assure her mother that everything was going to be all right. About 20 minutes later the phone rang. Debby’s mother answered. I quickly knew it was not Debby, but it was the police. Her mother’s mouth quivered, she began crying, then she dropped the phone. I picked it up. I told the officer who I was. He repeated what he had said. The car Debby was driving had been found. She had hit a large deer, then apparently lost control and crashed. Debby did not survive. Later that morning we went to identify the body. I gave Debby one last kiss. Her lips were cold and stiff. The funeral was later that week. Many members of Debby’s family were there. Cindy, Debby’s younger cousin, ran over to me and gave me a huge hug. She sobbed on my shoulder. “I’m so sorry Andy,” Cindy said. “I can’t believe this happened.”Cindy and I had first met at Debby’s 15th birthday party. We had seen each other off and on since at various family events. It was hard to see her. She was 9 months younger than Debby, but could have been Debby’s twin or at least a younger sister. I even felt like I had Debby in my arms as we cried together. I finally had to let her go as other people wanted to offer their sympathy. Sandy and Peggy, friends Debby and I had throughout grade school, were also there. We spoke for a short time before the funeral ceremony. They both offered their sympathy. It was good to see them again. I had nit seen them since high school. The funeral ceremony at the church was short.We proceeded to the graveside. Debby’s mother and I rode together. I held Debby’s mother as we walked to the chairs by the graveside. She sobbed heavily as throughout the graveside ceremony and as the casket was lowered. Back to the present.I was in an airplane headed to Nassau. It was the day after the day Debby and I were to have been married. This was to have been our honeymoon. The tickets were non-refundable so I decided to go by myself. I thought it would be good to get away for two weeks. We landed just before 2:00 PM. I took a Jitney bus from the airport to my hotel. As we crossed the bridge going over to Paradise Island I got a fantastic view of channel between the two islands. I could definitely see why pirates had used this as a base for operations.Arriving at the hotel I followed several of my fellow passengers off the Jitney Bus and into the hotel. I waited in line to be checked in. I kept noticing the attractive red-head checking people in. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She was about 5’9”. She had light skin with plenty of freckles on her face and arms. She had reddish-brown eyes and an entrancing smile. Her voice was almost melodic. Her loose fitting uniform gave little indication as to what was underneath. I got up to the desk and gave her my name. Her name tag said Cinnamon.“I see you have a room for two for 6 nights,” Cinnamon said.I must have gotten a pained or sad look on my face.“Sorry did I say something wrong?” she asked sympathetically.“N .. No. B.but there w.will be j.just one,” I choked out.“Oh! Okay. You are in room 322,” she had as she handed me the key. “Let me know if you need anything.”“Thank you,” I said smiling at her, then I picked up my luggage and headed to the elevator.I unlocked my hotel room door and stepped into my room. The first thing I noticed was a vase of long-stemmed, red roses and a bottle of campaign chilling. I had ordered these for a surprise when Debby and I arrived. Again I choked up thinking of Debby.I couldn’t stay in the room right now. I quickly changed into my swimsuit and grabbed a towel before heading downstairs. I saw that Cinnamon was still at the front desk. “Where is the hot tub?” I asked.“Right through that door,” she answered, pointing to the door at the rear of the hotel.“Thank you, Cinnamon!” I said.Straight ahead was a gorgeous white sand beach that stretched out in both directions. To the left was a thatched roof on stilts. Underneath was the large, in-ground hot tub. At one end there was a couple sitting very close to one another. The man looked to be in his mid to late forties. The woman was probably around 30. It was hard to be sure because of the large amount of make-up she was wearing. I set my towel on a chair and slipped into the other end of the hot tub. I closed my eyes enjoying the warmth of the water moving around my body. I could hear whispering, giggling, and snickers coming from the other end about 12 feet away. Then I heard some low moaning from both I them. There was obviously some interesting activity occurring at the other end of the hot tub. I opened my eyes. The man glanced at me and then whispered something to his female companion. She looked at me with irritation. The man got out of the hot tub and grabbed their towels. He helped her out. They d****d their towels around them and walked into the hotel.I closed my eyes again. I relaxed again in the warm water. After several minutes I thought I heard someone approaching.“May I join you?” asked someone with an almost familiar female voice.I opened my eyes standing above me was Cinnamon, the hotel clerk. She was wearing a robe and had a towel in her hand. “Sure, please come in,” I responded smiling back at her.She laid the towel on a nearby chair, then removed the robe and placed it on top of her towel. I was not disappointed with what was under the robe. Cinnamon had long, slender, well-toned legs. She had a classic hourglass figure. Her rear end was pleasantly round and well proportioned. Her silky red hair reached down to the middle of her back. When she turned back around I was again not disappointed. She was well-toned, an athletic build, but not overly muscled. Her face was wonderfully framed by her strawberry hair. Her red-brown eyes were bright and sparkled. Her smile, lips and teeth were perfect. Her breasts were good sized and filled out the top of her bikini well. She stepped down into the hot tub. She sat down a few feet from me. She sunk down until the tops of her breasts were just above the water. She laid her head back and closed her eyes.After several minutes she said, “You’re staring.”“Sorry,” I said.“Don’t be sorry. It’s a compliment,” she said. A couple of minutes passed. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t wish to. Who was supposed to be here with you?”My mind was instantly jerked back to those very sad memories. The sorrow and sadness of the last month came flooding in. I became totally downcast. “T.this w.was to have b.been my h.honeymoon,” I stammered. She frowned, but looked very sympathetic. “Debby, m.my fiancee w.was k.killed in a c.car accident about a m.month ago.”I began sobbing. She moved next to me. She put her arm around me. I lay my head on her shoulder. I am not sure why, but I felt comfortable talking to her.I continued through the sobs, “The p.plane t.tickets were n.not refundable. So I de.decided to use m.my ti.ticket to g.get away from things.”“I’m so sorry!” Cinnamon apologized.It was comforting and relaxing to be sitting there next to her. I didn’t move for several minutes. Her free hand stroked my hair. My head slid lower and I could hear her heart beating. I eventually stopped crying.“Do you have any plans for dinner?” she asked. “No,” I answered.“I know a place with pretty good Bahamian food that is casual and relaxing, without a lot of people,” she said. “Are you interested?”“Sounds good!” I answered not really wanting to move, but I was getting hungry. “Do you do this with all your sad hotel guests?” “No just the ones that take the time and interest to know my name. Not just look at me as a part of the hotel furniture. Beside you looked like you needed a friend. I’ll go change. You go to your room and change. I will meet you in my car at the front door in a few minutes,” Cinnamon directed.I got out of the hot tub grabbed my towel, then helped her out and put her towel around her. I went up to my room and changed quickly. When I walked out the front door, Cinnamon was waiting. I got into the car. We drove over the bridge back into Nassau. 10 minutes later she drove into the driveway of a small 4-unit apartment building.“Where are we?” I asked.“A place with pretty good Bahamian food, casual, and not a lot if people,” she said. “My apartment. Come on in. I prepared something last night. I just need to warm it up.” I hesitated. “Come on. You don’t need to be in a crowd and you don’t need to be alone in your hotel room. If you want to talk I’m a good listener. If you don’t want to talk you’ll still get a good meal.”She made a lot of sense. I followed her up to the east facing apartment on the second floor. She unlocked the door walked in, I followed shutting the door behind me. She looked around and shrugged. She set her things on the table in the dining area at the far end on the main room. She pointed at a chair at one side of the table.“Sit here, so we can talk without shouting while I heat things up,” she ordered.She walked into the kitchen. I sat down. I heard the refrigerator open and then pans being set on the stove. I heard the water running filling a container. When the water stopped I saw the head of a black cat poke around the corner of the doorway that led to the bedroom. We looked at each other for a short time before I turned away. From my experience with my own cat I knew most cats did not like being stared at. I watched the cat out of the corner of my eye. It crept out into full view. “How are you doing?” asked Cinnamon from the kitchen. “Fine,” I answered but not too loudly. “You have a very nice apartment.”“Thank you! I like it,” she replied.The cat had been stealthily moving toward me, but stopped when I spoke.“Would you like some limeade?” Cinnamon asked.“Yes that would be wonderful,” I replied.The cat continued to move toward me and was now smelling my socks. I have a cat at home, so her cat may have picked up my cat’s scent. If I left the sock drawer open I would usually find my cat sleeping on my socks. Her cat was now rubbing against my legs, either a sign of acceptance or marking territory. I tapped my fingers on my lap and the cat jumped up. I stated scratching it under the chin and the side of the face. It began purring.Cinnamon came around the corner stopped and said, “Wow Char does not usually get near strangers. You must be a good guy.”“I love cats. I have one of my own named Shadow,” I said.She set the glass of limeade on the table and went back to the kitchen. Char watched her, but did not move.“Would you like wine with dinner? I have a good Pinot Noir,” she asked from the kitchen. “Sounds great!” I responded.“The bottle is over on the shelf on the wall. There is a corkscrew in the drawer below it,” she said.I put Char on one of the chairs at the table. Found the correct bottle. I grabbed 2 glasses and the corkscrew and placed them all in front of Char. Cinnamon came in with plates, napkins and silverware and put them at the other end of the table.“Everything should be ready in about 10 minutes,” she said going back into the kitchen.I put the plates, silverware, and napkins in front of 2 chairs across from each other near the end where Char was sitting. Char was silently watching the activities. Cinnamon brought in a loaf of unsliced bread with a bread knife. She smiled when she saw I had set the table. I popped the cork and poured 2 glasses of wine. Next she came out with a large bowl of white rice. This was followed by a larger pot which was steaming. Whatever it was it smelled great. Char must have agreed her nose was up in the air taking in the aroma.“This is stewed fish. It has carrots, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and of course fish,” Cinnamon explained.She sat and took a couple of heaping spoons of the rice and then topped in with the stew. I did the same. She took a small piece of carrot and mashed it on a small plate, she did the same with potato, and fish. Char patiently watched with definite interest. She moved the plate to the floor and Char joined it.“I give her a little taste,” said Cinnamon. “She never comes up on the table, so I like to reward her.” The meal was terrific, delicious, and well seasoned. We drank wine as we ate. I took a second helping and contemplated a third. We spoke during the meal. I told her about me and my family.“I am 24. I live in Minnesota. I Have 2 younger sisters and a younger brother. I have finished my under-graduate degree and have been accepted into a veterinary college program. I will be starting my 3rd year in the fall. I am currently working in a veterinarian’s clinic as an assistant as many hours as I can. I have a small apartment near campus. I live there with my cat, Shadow.” I told her. I refilled our wine glasses.Cinnamon told me about herself. She said, “I am 25. I grew up in Wisconsin near Madison.”This explained her accent. She had a Midwestern accent modified with an English-Caribbean accent.Cinnamon continued, “I have one sister, a twin. I graduated college with a bachelor’s degree in Business Management. In my senior year there was a posted opportunity for a job with advancement to hotel management in the Bahamas. I and dozens of my classmates applied. Three of us were selected to be interviewed. The like to have Americans at the hotel because of the number of American tourists. They picked me. I Have been here a little over a 2 years. I like the work, but it has been kind of lonely. I’ve tried dating, but most of the guys are only interested in one thing.” She stopped and sighed, then she began clearing the table. I got up to help. She objected.“If I help we can get back to our conversation sooner,” I explained.She nodded her agreement. She put away the leftovers. We washed the dishes, setting them out to dry.We sat back at the table. Cinnamon sat in the chair Char had previously been in. I again refilled our wine glasses. Cinnamon put her hand on mine. Her hand was soft and warm.“Tell me more about Debby,” she said.I decided to tell her the whole story. “Debby and I knew each other since the first grade. In second grade her parents decided to get divorced. I was there and comforted her during the early days. She ended up moving to Chicago with her father. She was there for a little over 6 years. Her father had a heart attack and died. Debby then moved back to live with her mother just before our freshman year in high school. We dated throughout high school and college. We had our first sexual experience with each other,” I said then paused.I didn’t believe I had just said this to a stranger. Cinnamon squeezed my hand.“Please continue,” she encouraged.“About a year after we both completed our bachelor degrees, I asked Debby to marry me. We set the date about a year out. We had completed most of our plans and preparations,” I said and paused.Again Cinnamon squeezed my hand. She looked at me sympathetically. She nodded to me to continue.I continued, “About a month before our wedding date Debby died in a car accident. After the funeral I withdrew into myself. I went back to work but there was no joy, no interest, and I kept losing my concentration. After a couple of days the head vet suggested I get away. That’s when I decided to take the trip I already had planned.”“I am sorry. I wish there was some I could say or do,” Cinnamon said.We sat in silence for several minutes. “Would you like to play some games?” asked Cinnamon.“Sure,” I responded.She went into her bedroom. I thought I heard her talking. After a few minutes she emerged with a cribbage board and a deck of cards.“Cribbage or Gin?” she asked.“Let’s start with gin,” I suggested.We played gin for quite some time. We talked and laughed as the night progressed. She definitely beat me at gin. We switched over to Cribbage. I won the first game. Cinnamon won the second game. It came down to the third game. I got lucky and ended up skunking her.“I’ve met my match,” she said looking at the clock. “Oh my! It’s gotten late. I have to be at work tomorrow. It will get pretty late if I take you back to the hotel and then come back.”I knew it was only about 20 minutes to go to the hotel and back. I suspected something was up.“Would you like to spend the night?” she questioned.I looked over at the furniture in the living room. The sofa was more of a love seat, not big enough to sleep comfortably on. She noticed me looking around. “The only place I have to sleep is on the bed. It’s a queen so there is plenty of room,” she said. “We are both adults, it will be fine.”I hesitated then agreed. She picked up the game, went to the kitchen and put water and food down for the cat. She locked the doors and turned out the lights, leaving only the bedroom light on. She walked to the bedroom, I followed. She grabbed her hairbrush, then sat on the edge of her bed and started brushing her hair. I watched for a few seconds then went over and sat next to her. I put my hand around her hand with the brush.“May I?” I asked.She handed the brush to me. I began brushing her hair. I had brushed Debby’s hair several times. Long gentle strokes through her shimmering hair. When she was satisfied she stood up and went into the bathroom. She returned after a short time. My jaw dropped. She was completely naked. I starred surprised and with appreciation. I felt some stirring between my legs.“You’re staring again,” she giggled.“Sorry,” I said.“Don’t be sorry, it’s a compliment. I sleep in the nude,” she explained.I gulped and choked out, “I u.usually do t.too.”“No need to change that on my account,” she said with a huge smile on her face. I stepped into the bathroom. Washed up a little, then removed my clothes and put them in a pile next to her clothes. I looked in the full length mirror on the back of the door. I had torn the ACL in my right knee during my sophomore year of college basketball. It had been repaired, but my playing days were over. I kept in good shape with other activities. I walked back into the bedroom. Cinnamon had gotten into bed and covered herself with a sheet. The lights were off except for a lamp on Cinnamon’s side of the bed. She looked at me intently and smiled.“You’re staring,” I said whimsically.“I’m sorry,” she said giggling.“Don’t be, it’s a compliment,” I said with a chuckle getting into bed.I just laid there on my back for a few minutes. Still not certain what her intentions were, I was not making the first move. I was in a foreign country and not wanting to be accused of any i*****l activity. “May I snuggle with you?” Cinnamon asked.“Yes, sure” I answered.She rolled over on her side. I put my arm around her. She pressed up against me. I felt her breast press into my side. I began to get aroused. “Andy, this is supposed to be your honeymoon. If you wish, you can pretend that I’m Debby tonight,” she whispered into my ear. I was surprised. It took a short time to process what she said. Her fingers started running through my chest hair. It felt so good to be touched by a woman again and to be lying next to one. I kissed her on the forehead. She tilted her head and our lips met. Her lips were soft, warm, and supple. I wrapped my other arm around her and pulled her tighter. I caressed her back. She shivered at my touch. She opened her mouth and our tongues explored each others mouths. I brought my hand around to the front and cupped her breast. Cinnamon drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. I massaged her breast slowly and methodically. She moaned into my mouth. I lightly pinched her nipple and she jerked a little, but pressed her breast into my hand. Her hand moved lower across my stomach, then down past my waist. I felt her fingers on my penis. She rubbed the sides of my penis with the sides of her fingers. I had already grown to nearly full size. She rubbed the head of my rod and I moaned softly. She wrapped her fingers around it and began slowly pumping. My hand moved down across her stomach, then down until it encountered her bush. I stroked her bush for several seconds before moving lower to her vaginal lips. Cinnamon inhaled and exhaled deeply as I stroked the outside of her lips. I could tell she was enjoying the attention, by the warmth and moisture coming from her. “Yes, yes, please continue!” Cinnamon instructed.She was continuing to stroke me moving the full length of my rod. I used one finger to run between her pussy lips while continuing to caress the outsides with two other fingers. I pressed my middle finger between her lips. It was quickly coated with her juices. At the top of my stroke I pushed my finger deeper searching for her clitoris. I was soon successful and began rubbing her love button with my fingertip. Cinnamon drew in another deep breath and arched her back pushing against my finger. I moved my finger lower and pushed it into her. She jerked and moaned happily. She kissed me harder and more rapidly pumped my penis. I moved up over her onto my knees and one arm. She began directing my penis to her love hole. I withdrew my hand and used it to support myself. She pulled my rod until it was positioned to go inside her.“I want you inside me,” she said.I lowered myself until the head of my penis was touching her pussy lips. She pushed her pelvis up and I slipped inside her. I lowered myself until I was completely inside her. She was very tight, but her natural lubrication made it easy. Cinnamon wrapped her legs and arms around me. Her vaginal muscles gripped me.“Make love to me! Fill me!” commanded Cinnamon.I started pumping slowly in and out of her. With each down stroke an “ooo” or “ahh” escaped from her lips. My movement increased in rapidity. Cinnamon pushed up to meet each stroke. I was quickly reaching the point of no return. “Cinnamon I am going to cum soon. Do you”She cut me off. “Yes, c.cum inside me. I’m on” she said before screaming.Her pussy contracted and relaxed around me. Her body shook and she screamed again. I pumped a few more times before I shot my load into her. I continued to pump into as her orgasm continued. She went limp on the bed. I flopped over on my back next to her. Cinnamon continued to pant trying to catch her breath for a couple of minutes. I put my arm around her and gently pulled her next to me. Her breathing returned to normal. She had a huge smile on her face. I looked at the dresser on the wall past the foot of the bed. Char was sitting there looking at us. I wondered how long she had been there.“Goodnight,” said Cinnamon.“Goodnight,” I said kissing her on the forehead.She cradled into me and was soon asleep. I fell asleep smiling at her. Loving the happy, contented look on her face. I then realized how much I had missed having someone next to me in bed.The next morning, Monday, the first thing I remember was the alarm going off. Cinnamon stirred. Suddenly she jerked, her face showed fear, then she relaxed.“I forgot you were here. I don’t remember the last time I had someone in bed with me, beside my cat Char,” she explained.Char jumped up on the bed demanding attention. 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 shower and get ready. Too bad there is not time for a double shower,” she said with a sly smile. She stepped into the bathroom and the water started. I got dressed while I waited. I sat on the bed. Char jumped up next 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 bathroom stopped. Cinnamon 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 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 paper plates. When the first two slices had toasted she gave me one after buttering it. She took the other. She put 2 additional slices in the toaster. I choose peanut butter she chose the jam. I enjoyed my toast, the taste of the bread was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.“What kind of jam is that?” I asked.“Guava jam,” she replied “I bought it from a neighbor who makes it.”She handed me a corner of her toast. I tasted it, it was a different taste, but it was very good. “Do you bake your own bread?” I questioned.She giggled, “I have, but not for some time. I bought this at a small bakery called Model Bakery.”The second set of toast popped up. I chose the Guava jam and thoroughly enjoyed it. She put food down for Char. We left for the hotel where she worked and I was staying. We went over the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked and we walked inside. I gave her a quick kiss. I told her I was going to do some walking around. We agreed to meet in the hotel lobby at 5:00.I went up to my room. The first thing I noticed was that the flowers and champagne that were in my room had been removed. I was glad they were gone because the brought back memories 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 lobby. No one but Cinnamon was at the front desk.I walked over and said, “I noticed the flowers and champagne were removed from my room.”“Yes, I called and had someone do that last night. I also had them removed from your bill. Was that alright?” she asked.I thought for a few seconds then answered, “Yes, they just remind me of Debby. I want to see some of Nassau and maybe pick up a few souvenirs.” “If you don’t mind a little walking, you could go over the bridge. Turn to the right and Bay Street will take you into downtown,” she said. “Here take my card in case you need to call or you have questions.” “Thank you!” I responded. I smiled and squeezed her hand.Another hotel guest walked up behind me. I turned and walked out the front door. I walked up to the bridge expecting to pay a toll. I was happy to discover there was no toll for pedestrians. Walking over the bridge was like going over a hill. Later I learned later that it is about 75 feet high to allow larger boats to pass underneath it. At the end of the bridge I turned right and walked down Bay Street.Soon there were shops 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 structure with various people selling mostly what appeared to be handmade items; straw hats, wood carvings, straw mail holders, beaded jewelry, etc. One of the first women I encountered said “welcome to the straw market”. She offered to sell me a hat. With the bright sun I decided it would be a good idea to wear a hat. The men’s hats were marked $12, but she immediately told me I could have one for $10. I looked over the selection. I wanted one with some brim to shade my face. She even stitched my initials on the back in colored straw. I walked through the remaining stalls and only picked up one more item, a 3-pocket straw mail holder. I walked to the west end of downtown. There was a McDonald’s there, not what I was looking to have for lunch. I walked to the other side of Bay Street. I came to a restaurant called Lums. I decided to have an early lunch. I looked through the menu for something I normally would not be able to get. I decided on a bowl of conch chowder and a cracked conch sandwich. The chowder was very good, somewhat like a clam chowder, but this was much more flavorful. The cracked conch sandwich was also good the meat was pounded out, seasoned, and fried. It was somewhat chewy like clam strips. After lunch I continued down Bay Street. I came across a larger store more upscale than most in downtown, The Nassau Shop (I believe it is no longer there). I walked in and was able to find souvenirs for my family and Debby’s mother. I asked the cashier if she knew where the Model Bakery 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 light green cement block building with a short line of people waiting outside a window on the street side of the building. Above the window was “MODEL BAKERY” in black block letters above the window. I took my place at the end of the line. I listened as the people ahead of me ordered. They seemed to order loaves of bread, buns (dinner rolls), and/or “cement” rolls. When I got up to the window there was no list of products or prices visible to me. I ordered a loaf of bread and a “cement” roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a large, heavy cinnamon roll with white icing. I started eating it, it was delicious. The bread was very most and hearty. There was the right amount of cinnamon and sugar rolled into it. The icing was thick, smooth, 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 Montagu Beach Hotel”. I reached the end of the road with the ocean ahead. I turned right and continued east. There were 3 men taking a boat out of the water at what appeared to be a public boat ramp. I stopped and asked if they had been fishing. They said they had. They had a large plastic pail full of various fish. They also had two large fish in a separate container. “What are these larger fish?” I asked. “Nassau grouper,” one of the men responded.I put my bags down and helped them transfer items from the boat to one of their cars.“How far out did you go?” I asked.“About 5 miles off East End,” one of them answered I thanked them. Picked up my bags and continued east. The breeze and the salty air was wonderful. As I walked I noticed a sign that said “Blackbeard’s Tower” with an arrow pointing forward down the road.“Do you know how far it is to Blackbeard’s Tower?” 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 road, turning on Bay Street then walking back over the bridge and into the hotel. Cinnamon was still at the front 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 different set of clothes. I had more than an hour before I was to meet Cinnamon in the lobby. 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 have had a big day,” she said before giving me a huge kiss.“Yes, I did some exploring,” I said still waking up. “How did you get in?”“Silly question. 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?”“Well, I usually eat out Monday nights,” Cinnamon said kissing me again.She ran her hand down my chest, then between my legs. She started rubbing in a circular motion. I quickly started responding. “We could have appetizers here!” she suggested as she pressed harder.“Appetizers here sounds good,” I said kissing her on the neck and putting my 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.“Cinnamon 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 back and unhooked her bra. My hand found her bare breast just as she started moving to her hands and knees. Her lips touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my other hand to cup the other breast. Her long, red hair created a tent half way around her head. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the sides of my penis. She moved putting a knee on each side of my head. I had continued the massage on her breasts as she kissed my scrotum. I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. I was disappointed that I had missed the opportunity to used my mouth 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 pants and underwear down to her knees and over my head. I rested my head on top of them. They were warm. I gazed up at her pussy just a few inches above my face. Her bush was the same color as her hair. Her vaginal lips were swelling and there was a glisten of moisture exiting them. I moaned loudly as she sucked one of my testicles 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 start eating your appetizer?” she asked with a giggle.I started by brushing my fingers against her trimmed pubic hair. It was softer than I expected. My fingers moved to her vaginal lips, lightly touching them along their full length. Cinnamon breathed deeply. She slowly exhaled. She breathed in deeply again as I lightly traced the crack between her lips. Moisture was clearly visible and the tips of my fingers became covered with her juices. She let out her breath and took my other testicle into her mouth. I again moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around it. I pushed my fingertips between her pussy lips. She moaned causing her tongue to vibrate against my testicle. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. I pushed my fingers deeper and after running them the full length a few times I started circling around and across her clitoris. She pushed my testicle out of mouth and arched her back moaning loudly. “Yes! Yes! More!” she exclaimed.I lightly pinched her clitoris. Cinnamon 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 lips with my fingers. I swirled my tongue around her love button. Cinnamon jerked, then lowered her pussy farther. I pressed my tongue harder against her. She moaned as she took more of me into her mouth. The combination of her tongue and cheeks was pushing me to the edge. I inserted a couple of fingers slowly into her love 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 bursa escort made a sound that is hard to describe. I was ready to cum.“I am going to come soon!” I told her.She continued. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clamped and relaxed around my fingers. Then her whole 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 handle. I felt some running down my penis. I pulled my fingers 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 minutes 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 bathroom. She had finished, but was looking in the mirror. I kissed her on the neck from behind.“Do you have a brush?” she asked. “I need to do something with my hair.”“Sorry, but I do have a larger comb,” I answered. I got the comb out of my suitcase and walked back into the bathroom. I began combing her hair 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 food I am looking to have,” she answered. “I have to go home and feed Char, 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 Cinnamon’s apartment.“I’ll run up feed Char and be right out,” she said.Several minutes later she came back out. She had changed into a form fitting dress. She looked absolutely stunning. It showed off her assets 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 sorry! It’s a compliment!” she said.“You look absolutely stunning!” I said.“Thanks, Andy!” she said. “There’s a place right on the water. They have a variety of food. 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 platform out in the water where the restaurant 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 tables between us and the water. The bar was in the center so most of the tables had a good view of the water. 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 mind 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 wanted criminal in the U.S.?“What is it?” I asked with some trepidation.“I know Cindy, Debby’s cousin, from college. My dorm room was next to Cindy’s dorm room my last 2 years of college,” she explained.I relaxed and it must have shown on my face.“Sorry! I didn’t mean to worry you!” Cinnamon apologized. “I met Debby a few times when she came to visit 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 friends. 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 home to you. After I graduated Cindy kept in contact. She called me when Debby died. Yesterday I was surprised to see your name when you checked in. I had to find out you were the same guy. I don’t get into a sexual relationship so fast, but I felt I already knew you.”“Wow! It is a small world. 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 front claws, but has long spiked antennas and a bumpy shell. The Bahamians call it crawfish. It is also called rock lobster. The meal was excellent. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert.Cinnamon said with a sly smile, “No thank you. Dessert is waiting for us back at my place.”I grabbed the check and paid for the meal before Cinnamon could object. We walked to the car and were soon back at Cinnamon’s apartment. We walked upstairs and Char her cat greeted us at the door. Cinnamon locked the door behind us. She went to the kitchen and came back with bowls, ice cream, whipped cream, cherries, and chocolate sauce. We sat at the table. Cinnamon scooped the ice cream. We topped our own ice cream. We ate our sundaes. Cinnamon loved the cherries. They were the ones with the stems attached. She would put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cherry, then remove the stem a few seconds later tied in a knot. Char sat in a chair watching us. Cinnamon put a small amount of ice cream on dish and put it on the floor. Char immediately jumped to the floor and licked the plate clean. Char went to the bedroom after finishing. “I have a full day planned for my first day as tour guide,” Cinnamon said. “Do you want to spend the night here?” Cinnamon giggled.“Well I’ve had dessert. Do you have a reason for me to stay?” I tried to say with a straight face.I felt her foot in my lap. Her toes began kneading my groin.“Is this reason enough?” she giggled again.She got up. I did to and helped clear the table. “Leave the dishes for tomorrow,” she I instructed.I picked her up in my arms. She turned off lights as I carried her to the bedroom. I kissed her before going through the bedroom door. Once inside I saw Char 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 neck and stroked down to her shoulder. She trembled. I knelt down and kissed from her neck and down the bare part of her shoulder. I undid the hook at the top of her dress and pulled the zipper down. I caressed the now exposed part of her back. She trembled again. I slipped her dress off her shoulder. She was not wearing a bra. I reached around to find her breast while still kissing her exposed skin. Her dress was form fitting. I was able to get to her breast and put my palm over her nipple and began massaging her breast. Cinnamon moaned her pleasure. “I think it would be better if I got out of this dress,” she suggested.We got out of bed. We removed her dress and the rest of her clothes. I stood staring at the lovely woman in front of me.“You are staring,” Cinnamon said.“Sorry!” I said.“Don’t be sorry! It’s a compliment,” she said.We both laughed. “There’s something wrong with this picture,” she said. “Your clothes are still on.”She laughed. She helped me out of my clothes. 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 breasts pushing into my chest. My penis began to come to life. I stooped over and kissed one of her nipples. 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 little yip, but did not move away. I moved to her other breast and did the same. Her hands were running up and down my back. I stood up, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. My fingers moved between her legs quickly rubbing her pussy lips. They were very warm. I pushed a couple of fingers between them. They were coated with her juices. Her hand 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. Cinnamon writhed on the bed pushing up into my fingers. I continued as she moaned. She had wrapped her fingers around my rod and was pumping up and down. I kissed down her stomach as I pushed two fingers into her love hole. I kept my thumb moving over her love button. She continued to writhe 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 pussy lips and up to her clitoris. I rubbed the head of my rod on her love button a few times before moving inside her. I moved inside her. Slowly I pushed into her depths. The smile on her face was soon covered by my mouth. I kissed her as our pelvises came together. I began thrusting up and down. With each down stroke she let out a small grunt of pleasure. Soon she was moving in coordination with me. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten. The pressure on my penis was extremely pleasurable 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. Char narrowly escaped being squashed. I remained inside her although I was going limp. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. My last thoughts were what did the future hold for us.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 sure if it was her shampoo or perfume. My penis was slightly erect and nestled between her butt cheeks. I did not want to wake Cinnamon. It felt wonderful just laying here next to her. Her skin was so smooth and soft. About a hour later she began to stir. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fear 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 neck. 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 need 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 hours 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 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 front of me. She turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, then guided me in. She shut the shower curtain behind us. “Hold out your hands,” 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 favor. Soaping her breasts. She tipped her head back and enjoyed my hands moving around her nipples. Cinnamon moved down to my stomach, 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 back from shoulders down to her rear end. She reached around to my rear end pulling closer to her. My penis was now trapped between our bodies with the head pressing against her navel. I grabbed her butt with both hands. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, firm cheeks. She moaned running her hands up and down my back. I moved my fingers between her butt cheeks. I circled a couple of fingers around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my fingers inside. She was extremely tight and her sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my other hand to her front and lathered her pubic hair and pussy lips. She began pumping my penis with her hand. I soaped her love button to moans of pleasure. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two fingers inside her love hole to a gasp from Cinnamon. I had fingers moving in and out of her front and her rear.“Fuck me Andy! Fuck me!” she yelled. I pushed her back against the wall and used my hand to guide my erection into her vagina. I continued to move my fingers in the back 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 last time into her and then exploded into her. Cinnamon 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 (breath), no (breath), more,” she gasped.I moved back and positioned her so the water was tuning down her back. She regained her breath, then turned to face the shower. I put some more soap on my hands and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started working it into her hair. There was the scent 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 middle of her back. I loved the shiny red color. She bent over to rinse her hair. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect penis. It slipped between her cheeks 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 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 hair was wet Cinnamon began shampooing my hair. I don’t think anyone else had washed my hair since my mother did it when I was a c***d. It felt good. The water quickly was becoming cooler. I rinsed quickly. We changed places again and Cinnamon rinsed a few places 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 exciting as the time in the shower. Her skin from head to foot was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a large number of freckles, 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 bowl of water for Char, 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 sign for Blackbeard’s Tower toward the east end of the island. I’ve always had some fascination 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 require 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 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 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 Nassau. “We are going to the Queen’s Staircase, the water tower, and Fort Fincastle first,” she told me.We parked in a lot at the bottom of the stairs. The Queen’s Staircase is 66 steps that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the last part of the 1700’s. It was renamed Queen’s Staircase for the reign of Queen Victoria who had freed the slaves in 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 vendors selling items that were right out of the downtown Straw Market. Cinnamon and I took pictures 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. Cinnamon and I walked up the stairs holding hands. To one side of the stairs there was a small waterfall cascading down toward the bottom. I noticed several men turning their heads to look at Cinnamon. Some had an expression of recognition on their face. Cinnamon was a very beautiful woman so I could understand them noticing her.At the top of the stairs I purchased a number of picture post cards and a short book with information regarding the staircase, water tower, and fort. This was the highest point on the island. It made sense that the water tower and fort were located here. The stairs were constructed to make it easier to get to the high point 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 elevator operator recited a short history of the water 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 view the whole island since the sky was clear. It was a wonderful sight. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the general direction of the airport. Again we took pictures of each other with various views in the background. A young boy offered to take a picture of both of us. He stood on a bench and took our picture. I handed him a couple of dollars 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 fort was shaped like a paddle boat apparently to deceive ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a fort it had a number of cannons to be used if unfriendly ships approached. We walked around the fort, but did not take the “official” tour. Again there were a number of men taking more than a casual notice of Cinnamon. Some with an expression of recognition. We left the fort and went back down the Queen’s Staircase to the car. We drove off toward the west.In a few minutes we came to another fort, Fort Charlotte. This was a much larger fort. We walked across the bridge over the dry moat. 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 history of the fort, injected humor as he did. We completed the upper level and moved to the lower level. On the lower level there were dungeons with mannequins depicting tortures that may have taken place. When we came to the rack the tour guide said, “And this is how they created players for the NBA.”Most everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the lower level. The guide told us to stick around for the firing of the cannon at noon. I handed the guide $5 as we exited the lower level. The firing of the cannon was in 15 minutes so we waited around. We took pictures of each other standing by one of the cannons. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to take 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 young man was telling the group about the cannon. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to load it with a partial charge. He prepared the cannon and shot it with a loud boom. The cannon rocked back a short distance 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 arms around each other. We looked at several of the plants and a****ls that were on display. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a open area with benches arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for “The March 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 like to step into the circle 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 several pictures. After the show ended we walked over to the sea life area. There were a number of fish and other interesting sea creatures. We came around the corner and there was a large shallow pool with a number of sea turtles. A man came out and asked, “Would like to see the turtles close up.”“Yes!” we said in unison.He stepped into the pool and secured one of the turtles. Additional people gathered around the pool. 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 back of it’s shell. He then tipped the turtle up with it’s head and front flippers 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 hawksbill turtle,” he said.This turtle had a curved beak and beautiful shell and skin coloration. It was much smaller than the other turtle and he was able to lift it completely out if the water. It flapped it’s front flippers and looked like it was trying to fly. “I can’t let you touch it. It may bite,” he warned.He had a box for donations and I left a generous one. We walked into the gift shop. Cinnamon tugged on my arm and whispered, “Don’t buy anything made out of turtle shells. Sea turtles are endangered and you can’t take turtle products into the U.S.”There was a lot of turtle shell jewelry. Much of it was fairly expensive. The next display case had a selection of couch shell jewelry. When Cinnamon was looking at some other items, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendant shaped like a heart. 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 find Blackbeard’s Tower?”, Cinnamon asked. “Yes, let’s try! It was east of Fort Montagu on the road along the water,” I informed her.We drove to the place I had seen the sign the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a sign by a gravel area big enough for maybe 4 cars to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a narrow 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 rear end as she walked in front of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front of me. The trail got steeper as we went. An old stone structure came into sight as the path 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 woman 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 tower. There was a metal sign that that difficult to read because it was corroded. It said a little about the tower. It was built in the 1700’s, but the builders are not known for certain. We went into the tower and managed to climb to the top. From the top we had a good view of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a good vantage point to see incoming ships and make some kind of signal to other parts 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 and lightly nibbled on my ear. “I want to be a pirate’s wench,” Cinnamon 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 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 pants and panties. We kicked off our shoes 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 pirate imitation.“What are your intentions you swarthy brute,” she responded.“I intend to have my way with you and ravish you,” I said.I pressed my hands into her breasts and massaged them. I pushed her up against a smooth portion of the stone wall. I kissed her hard and pushed my tongue against her lips and she opened her lips to allow it’s entry. Cinnamon moaned into my mouth. She grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the base of the wall. My erect penis pushed between her legs then up the crack between her butt cheeks. It was a strange sensation with the top of penis pressed against her warm body and the underside against the cooler stone wall. I moved a hand 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 make 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 swarthy b**st.”She moaned again more loudly as my fingers rubbed over her love button. I pressed down and moved my fingers in a circular 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 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 walls pressed around my fingers. I thrust them in and out to moans 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 ready you should load your cannon!” Cinnamon responded back. I moved my pelvis backward to let my “cannon” have access to her love hole. She guided me into her. Her warm hands felt good compared to the cold wall the underside of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, tight love 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 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 sunny 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.“Fire when ready!” Cinnamon returned, just as I felt her clamp around my cannon.“The fuse is lit,” I said as my balls 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 stiffened and her arms and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her second 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 other until our breathing returned to normal 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 voice of c***dren saying Blackbeard’s Tower coming from down the trail. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumbling steps. At the end of the steps where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 young boys maybe 12 and 10. A few seconds later a younger 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 little 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 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 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 notice of Cinnamon today. Some with a hint of recognition. In a few minutes Cinnamon got back in the car.“I have some news,” she said. “Do you still want to try fishing?”“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 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 mind us staying in your hotel room? We could order room service and get to bed early,” 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 area and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the first night I would spend in my room. Cinnamon ordered for us and got our meals for free. We watched television as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were undressed 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 Cinnamon. “But no sex tonight. I am a little 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 know why.” She stopped. “I … I was in Playboy a couple of years ago.”I let that sink in. I did not want to say the wrong thing.“You are sure someone I would like to see naked,” I said. “You … you don’t think less of me, do you?” she asked.“No, not at all,” I answered. “I find it both interesting and exciting. 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 upcoming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an information sheet. They called me back for an interview the next day. I must have done well. At the end of the interview 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 make the story shorter I made it into the magazine,” she finished.“Congratulations,” I said.“Thank you!” she said in a tired voice.She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a short time just thinking about how lucky I was to have made love to someone who appeared in Playboy.I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamon. I listened to her slow steady breathing. I smelled the enticing scent of her hair. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in playboy. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the dock at 6:00 to meet of guide. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The phone rang. Cinnamon awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her side of the bed.“Hello! Ok thanks!” she said as she hung up the phone. “That was our wake-up call.”She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the fantastic view of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. The shower came on and she closed the shower curtain. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were ready we were on our way. We arrived at the dock and a tall black was standing there near a 17 foot Boston Whaler. “Andy this is Robert,” Cinnamon said when we got to the boat.We got aboard and I shook hands with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the seats behind him and we left the dock. We headed toward the east end of the island. Robert stopped by an island east of Paradise Island.“Sorry! We will just be here a couple of minutes. I am going to drop a couple of fish traps before we go out farther to fish,” Robert said.He dropped 2 traps over with empty plastic gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed east southeast. The water got deeper. We continued several miles until New Providence, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smooth. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the water. “What are you looking for?” I asked.“Shoals,” he answered. “They are rocky formations with plants and fish surrounded by white sand.”We headed to a large dark spot in the water. Robert put the engines in neutral and grabbed a water glass. The water glass looked like a wooden pail with glass on the large end. Robert leaned over the side and moved the water glass around looking for something.“This will do for a starting point,” Robert said.His accent was thick, but still was easy to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the engine in neutral, then put the anchor overboard. He let out rope until stern was about 10 feet from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor rope from one side of the bow to the other. The stern swung over and lined up better with the shoal. “We use drop lines here for these fish,” Robert explained.He prepared the lines and the bait, conch. I had never seen a live conch before. The a****l from inside the beautiful shell was mostly white, but there was a dark part up near the spur. The spur looked like plastic. There were also some orange parts. Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white part and put these pieces on the hooks. He handed Cinnamon and I each a spool with the bait and a lead sinker. “Drop the hook and sinker just over the side. Let out line until you don’t feel the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more feet,” Robert instructed. “Then pull up the line and let it fall on the bottom of the boat. Don’t loop the line around your fingers, wrist, or hand. You will get a bad burn or cut from the line if a fish is on your line.”We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our lines back in Cinnamon screamed. “I have a fish on my line!” she exclaimed. “Pull it in nice and steady,” Robert instructed.I continued to pull in my line as I watched Cinnamon. Soon Cinnamon had her fish out of water. Robert stepped over and brought it into the boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few seconds for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was blue and yellow striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.“This is called a grunt, you can tell why,” Robert said as he put it in a large plastic pail partly filled with water. “Good eatin’.”He threw some of the Orange pieces out toward the shoal. He baited Cinnamon’s hook and threw it out toward the shoal.“Give it line until it reaches bottom, then pull it taut.” Robert continued to instruct.I followed Robert’s example and threw my line also. Soon Cinnamon screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the hook, and began pulling in my first fish. Cinnamon had another grunt about the same size as her first. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My fish was longer and thinner. As he took my fish off the hook Robert said, “This is a yellowtail snapper.”The bursa escort bayan fish was blue on top and bottom with a yellow stripe from the gills to the tail. We continued fishing for the next 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting. Robert said, “Time to move on.”He pulled up anchor and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big jerk on my line as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the line. There was nothing on the line, no hook, no sinker, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.“Barracuda,” said Robert. “We can either catch him or move. What do you want?”“Well Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would make for an interesting memory and a good story,” I said.“Sure, let’s go for it. Is it dangerous?” Cinnamon asked. “I’ve done it before. Just have to be careful if it gets in the boat and starts flopping around,” said Robert.Robert got out another fishing line. It had a wire leader, a larger hook, and was much thicker. He took one of the smaller fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a good amount of line and then threw the hooked fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the surface of the water. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the line. He got it back in the boat and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.“There he comes!” Robert yelled.There was definitely large dark shape moving toward the fish on the end of the line. The line went taut. Robert jerked the line setting the hook. He gave the fish some line and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong fish. He was able to gain line a foot or so at a time. “Do you want to feel the fight in this one?” he asked me. I went over and he passed me the line. This was like no other fish I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the fish struggled I could only hold it steady or give it back a little line.“Keep the line taut. If you give a cuda slack it can chew through the metal leader,” Robert instructed.20 or 25 minutes later the barracuda was coming up next to the boat. Robert had grabbed a 2×4 with a handle carved out of one end. He had used this to pound the conch to soften it up. He called it a bruiser.As Cinnamon watched, she said, “Be careful!”She sounded a little frightened. The fish was now along side the boat.“Lift it’s head out of the water!” Robert commanded. I had about 6 inches of the fish out of the water, Robert hit the barracuda several times with the bruiser. The fish looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the boat. It was about 4 feet long. Robert stuck the handle of the bruiser into the barracuda’s mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had sharp teeth and an angry look. He moved it to where it would not be near us. “I know someone who will pay me for this, take and mount it, and then sell it,” Robert said.We began fishing again, but didn’t even get a nibble. After several minutes Robert said, “The cuda pushed the other fish into hiding. We should move elsewhere.”We moved to another shoal. After anchoring we began fishing again. After catching a few fish, Cinnamon got something on her line.“Help! I can’t pull it in,” she called out. Robert quickly went over to help.“Did you have a fish?” he asked.“Yes, I am sure I did. It jerked and pulled a couple of times,” she said. “I got a couple of pulls in then couldn’t pull anymore.”Robert took the line and pulled it a couple of different directions. The line came free then went taut again.“The fish is still on the line. The line must have gotten caught on the shoal,” Robert said giving the line back to Cinnamon.I watched as Cinnamon pulled in the fish. When she got the fish into the boat, it was a large, gray, roundish-shaped fish. Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.“They call this a trigger fish. Let me show you why. Andy push the big spine down,” Robert said.The fish had a large spine and a smaller spine on it’s back. I pushed on the larger spine. It wouldn’t move. “Cinnamon, you push the spine down,” robe requested.Cinnamon pushed the spine and it went down easily.“It’s a trick,” explained Robert. “To get the large spine to collapse you must push down the smaller spine. That’s why it is called a trigger fish.”He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.“We are going to have to go in soon. There’s weather coming in,” he said pointing out to the south.“Let’s go in now,” said Cinnamon looking worried.Robert started the engine and started pulling up the anchor. We wound up our fishing lines. With the anchor aboard we started back to New Providence.“We have to retrieve my fish traps,” Robert said. As we neared the spot we had dropped the traps, Robert slowed the engine. He spotted the makeshift buoys and came along side one of them. He pulled it in. Inside the trap were a couple of fish and 4 crawfish, spiny lobsters. Soon we came alongside the second trap. Robert pulled it up. Before it came out of the water his face had a look of disappointment. Then as it broke the surface his expression turned to fear. “Get back!” he shouted. Cinnamon and I moved away. He carefully pulled it over the side of the boat and quickly put it down on the deck.“There’s a moray eel in the trap!” Robert shouted. “Andy find the large knife and the hatchet under my seat.”I looked under his seat and found both the knife and the hatchet. Each had a case covering their blades. I removed the cases and set them on his seat.“Which do you want first?” I asked.“The hatchet, then the knife soon after,” he responded.I handed Robert the Robert the hatchet and waited for him to ask for the knife.“Be careful,” Cinnamon said.Robert was able to pin the eel just behind the head using the handle of the hatchet sticking it through the openings in the trap. The eel made a sound I can only describe as a hiss.“Hand me the knife!” Robert instructed. I gave him the knife. He stuck the knife in and severed the eel’s head. Cinnamon had turned away. The tail portion flopped a few times then stopped. Robert sighed in relief. “These things are evil. Their teeth curve backward. If they get ahold of you, you can’t pull away,” Robert explained.The eel looked to be about two and half feet long. Cinnamon and I had seen a small one yesterday at Ardastra Gardens. Robert took the fish trap opened the door and shook out the contents. Then dunked the trap a couple of times to clean it. Soon we were heading back to the dock. We stopped at a dockside gas pump and filled the fuel tanks. I paid for the fuel as agreed. Soon we were back to the spot we started.“Look!” said Robert pointing toward the east end of the island.There was a thunder storm that appeared to be over the area we had been fishing about an hour earlier. “I’ll clean the fish. Cinnamon you can arrange with Holly to pick them up,” Robert said.I assumed Holly was his wife that worked with Cinnamon. I paid him the amount that had been agreed. We both thanked him. We got in the car and drove to Cinnamon’s apartment. We walked into her apartment and were confronted by her cat Char. It sounded like Char was upset that Cinnamon had not come home last night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her. “I’m taking a shower,” she said going to the bedroom.I heard the water come on, but not the shower. She came out the bedroom completely undressed.“Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” she asked before turning around and going back into the bedroom.I went into the bedroom, undressed, and then walked into the bathroom. Cinnamon was standing in the bath tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.“Your staring!” she said.“Sorry!” I replied.“Don’t be sorry. It’s a compliment,” she said.I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. Cinnamon turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample breasts pressing into my chest. The hot water was running down her back. I rubbed my hands down her back and down to her round ass. We kissed, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. I began to stiffen, pushing against her thighs. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled us tighter together. Cinnamon pulled her mouth away and whispered into my ear, “I can’t wait to get your ‘eel’ inside me.”She laughed. She reached between our bodies searching for my “eel”. She found it and began caressing my penis. I began to get harder. It had almost gotten to the point of being painful pushing up against her. Cinnamon knelt down in the tub in front of me. My penis rubbed up her belly, and across one of her breasts as she went down. The tip of my rod ended up on her lips when it sprung up. The water cascaded down my chest. She kissed the tip, then licked it. Her tongue swirled around it before she took it into her mouth. She tightened her lips around it, sucked in, and continued to use her tongue on the tip. Slowly she took more of me into her mouth. She cupped her hands around each of my balls. She squeezed lightly moving them around slowly and gently. I put my hands behind her head, encouraging her to take me in deeper. She did until she started to gag then backed off a bit. I lowered my hands to her shoulders and massaged them. Cinnamon moaned appreciatively. She then moved in and out on my penis. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace. I held off thrusting, not wanting her to gag again. Soon I was on the brink of cumming.“I’m going to cum,” I said.She continued and I exploded down her throat. She sucked me dry, then pulled back.“So this is what eel tastes like,” she giggled.She stood back up. We hugged. I leaned over and took one of her nipples into my mouth. She moaned satisfied, pushing my mouth tighter to her breast. “Can we switch positions? I’ve had enough water on my back,” she insisted. We turned around until my back was facing the water. I moved to her other breast. I sucked hard and nibbled lightly on her nipple. She jerked a little, then pushed my head against her chest. I moved lower kissing down her stomach to her belly button. I put my finger in her navel and moved it around. She jerked slightly and said, “That feels weird and sort of tickles. Not bad weird, just different.”I stuck my tongue in her bellybutton and wiggled it around. She shivered.“That was pleasant,” she said.I moved lower. The water was cascading down the front of her and on to my face. I moved down to her pussy. I spread her lips open with my fingers. My tongue moved over and around her clitoris. Cinnamon moaned loudly. Her hands pushed my head into her pussy. I licked harder and faster trying not to drown in the process. I pushed one finger, then two into her love hole. I let them explore inside her. Cinnamon moaned loudly again. I heard Char meow from the direction of the door leading to the bedroom.“Char everything is f…”, her voice trailed off as her body stiffened.She shook and bucked against my mouth and tongue. She shrieked loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees began to collapse. I grabbed her legs to support her. She put her hands on my shoulders to stabilize herself. Char poked her head around the corner of the shower curtain the direction I was looking. “Hi Char,” I said.Cinnamon looked back over her shoulder.“Char you never come in when the shower is running. You’ve never even wanted to get near the tub,” Cinnamon said as Char disappeared. “I’ll wash your hair since it is already wet, if you wash mine after.”I agreed. I stood up. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo. She worked up a lather and gently washed my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out. We switched positions. She wet her hair, then turned her back to me. I shampooed her hair enjoying the sight and feel of her lovely red locks. My hands made their way from her head down to her lower back. I couldn’t help myself. My hands continued down to her ass cheeks. I kneaded them. She pushed her rear end back into me. She rinsed her hair while her head was lowered.“Do you want me to fill the bath tub?” she asked.“Sure,” I said realizing our naked time together was not over. She set the tub to be filled and switched the shower off. The tub began to fill. We sat down in the tub facing each other with her legs inside mine. The water rose until it covered our legs. Cinnamon turned the water off. I rubbed her calves and as far up her thighs as I could reach. She rubbed my calves which were a little sore from keeping my balance on the boat as it rocked in the waves. Cinnamon slid up my legs wrapping hers around me. She turned the water on and filled the tub further until the water was lapping at the safety drain. Her hands encircled my already growing member. She began sliding them up and down. I reached for her pussy with one hand and her ample breast with the other. I slid my fingers up and down the length of her pussy lips and squeezed her breast gently as I massaged it. Her nipple was erect and hard. She tipped her head back enjoying the sensation. “I want you inside me before you cum!” she said emphatically.I was fully erect and loved the feeling of the warm water and her hands bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I inserted two fingers into her and put my thumb on her love button. Her phone rang. We both paused for a second, but then ignored it. I heard the answering machine kick on and take the call. (This was the early 80’s in the Bahamas, voicemail was not available.) Cinnamon moaned loudly and pushed closer. She guided my ‘eel’ to her love hole. I moved both hands to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to move forward. She was tight and slick inside. Our pelvises met. We hugged each other for more than a minute. We both started thrusting, making the water in the tub splash around. Each time we bumped each other Cinnamon let out an “oh”. We moved faster, some water splashing out of the tub.“I’m almost there,” I said.“Keep going, hard and fast,” she said.I increased my pace and she hers. We banged together for almost some time before I shot my load inside her. Cinnamon grimaced, then shuddered and shook. Her vaginal muscles clamped around me, then spasmed the length of my rod. When she stopped shivering she lay down in the tub with her head resting on the far end. I lay back resting my head on the other end. I remained inside her for a short time before I slid out. The water began to cool and we got out and dried ourselves while the tub emptied. “I’m going to wash our clothes,” Cinnamon said. “There’s a robe hanging in my closet.”I got the robe and put in on. I heard the washing machine start. I sat down in the living room.“I’m going to listen to the message on the machine,” she said going into the bedroom.A few minutes later she came out. “Holly invited us to dinner tonight. Should I say we’ll be there?” Cinnamon asked.“Sure they have been so helpful,” I replied. Cinnamon called Holly and accepted. She finished the laundry. We got dressed.“Cinnamon,” I paused. “Do … do you have a copy of the playboy you were in?”“Yes, I do!” she answered. “Would you like to see it?”“Yes!” I said. She disappeared into the bedroom. She had a magazine in her hand. She opened it and handed it to me. “I’m on the lower left,” she said as if I wouldn’t recognize her. “Don’t be looking at the other photos!”I looked at her picture. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very little. In her picture she was completely nude. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her face and breasts were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair and pussy were not visible.“Which do you like better?” she asked.“I like the real thing better than a picture,” I responded. “I’m a hands-on kind of guy!”She smiled and kissed me. We waited to leave for supper.A little after 6 we got into Cinnamon’s car and drove away. We turned on a narrow road that went over a big hill. I cringed each time we passed a car going the other direction, because there were walls on each side and barely enough room for two cars. After we got down the other side of the hill, Cinnamon turned right and drove to near the end of a dead end street. She parked across the street from a house with dark green trim and lighter green stucco walls. We got out and walked across the street, a cement patio, and up a few steps to the porch. The smell of freshly baked bread was in the air. Cinnamon knocked on the door. “Come on in,” a female voice came from deep inside the house.We stepped in and Cinnamon called, “Hi, Holly!” “Come straight back,” Holly said. “Robert will be back in shortly.”We walked past a living room on the right, some bedrooms and a bathroom on the left. When we entered the dining room Holly came out from the kitchen. Holly was a tall, thin woman with sparkling eyes and a warm, welcoming smile.“Take a seat. Everything’s ready. Robert is picking a few limes in the back,” Holly said looking at Cinnamon just before the back door slammed shut.“Hello again,” said Robert. “Glad you could come.”Holly went into the kitchen. Robert followed. They quickly returned with the meal. In one pan were the tails of the 4 crawfish, spiny lobsters, Robert had caught in the fish trap that afternoon. In another pan were several fried fish. There was a bowl of peas and rice and another bowl with what I soon learned was conch salad. Holly went back into the kitchen and returned with a loaf of bread. It still smelled fresh baked. “The fish and crawfish were all caught by you today,” Holly said. “As fresh as you can get.”We each took one of the crawfish. Robert pointed at the fried fish with his fork said, “These are grunts, these are yellowtail, and these are pieces of the trigger fish.”“Cinnamon, do you want to split a grunt and a yellowtail?” I asked.She nodded her agreement. I took one, she took the other, each cut ours in half and shared. Everyone took some of the other dishes.“Try putting a little lime on your fish,” Holly suggested passing the small bowl of cut limes to the side of the table Cinnamon and I were sitting.I noticed that Holly would make eye contact with Cinnamon, but not me. If our eyes happened to meet Holly would immediately look somewhere else. I took it for shyness on her part because I was a stranger. I also began to notice that Cinnamon was acting a little nervous. She dropped her fork on the table a few times. “Be careful of eating the part near the stomach portion of the fish,” Robert warned. “There are many small rib bones there.”The fish was wonderful with just a bit of lime. The crawfish tail was also excellent with whatever seasoning Holly had used. The fresh bread was heavenly, it was still warm and very substantial. The peas, black-eyed peas, and rice was good. The conch salad was good also. It was flavored well, but the conch was a little chewy for my liking. During the meal we had a good conversation, but I sensed a nervousness or tension from all 3 of them. Also during the meal I heard a humming and at times grinding noise coming through the kitchen, but from outside the house. Maybe a neighbor was doing something outside.“This is a pretty big house for the 2 of you,” I said.“It used to be my parents house,” Robert said. “They are gone now. I grew up here with 2 sisters and a brother. My sisters got married to men from another of the islands. My brother got married and moved to another island to work in his wife’s family business. Just left the 2 of us here.”The humming sound from outside intensified then ground to a stop. Robert got up, excused himself, and went through the kitchen out the back door. A few minutes later he came back in and sat down. We finished the meal.“I’ll get dessert,” said Robert. “I’ll help,” said Holly.They left. We heard dishes and silverware. They came back each carrying 2 dishes of ice cream. They gave us each a dish and sat down. I tasted my ice cream. The ice cream was homemade and tasted very good.“What flavor is this? I’ve never tasted this flavor before,” I said.“It’s jelly coconut,” Holly responded, the first time she had spoken directly to me.She looked away immediately. She looked at Cinnamon and Robert, then looked down. Cinnamon and Robert looked at her, then each other with a knowing expression. We finished our ice cream.“Cinnamon and I will wash the dishes. Robert, you and Andy go out on the porch and talk,” Holly said without looking at me.Cinnamon and Holly started gathering the dishes. Robert got up and motioned for me to follow. We walked out to the porch and sat down. Neither of us said anything for several minutes. I sensed Robert had something he wished to say.“Thanks again for taking us fishing and for having us over for dinner,” I said. “Glad to do it,” said Robert. “It’s nice to have other people around the house. It seems so empty at times.” After a short pause he continued, “Holly and I want to have c***dren, but apparently I can’t. Something wrong with my sperm.”There was sadness in his voice. “We asked the doctor about artificial insemination, but it was too expensive. We looked into adoption, but it also was too expensive,” he explained. He again paused. “Holly and I have talked about other options.”I wondered about what other options there might be.Hesitantly Robert said, “We thought about asking one of our friends to have sex with Holly. However that might create problems in the future. Holly would see them around and feel guilty. And you know parental rights and such. We also want to keep this a secret. No one but Holly, myself, and the doctor know my issue. She could have sex with a stranger, but the thought of that made her feel like she would be a prostitute and there is the issue of disease.”“There doesn’t seem leave any good options,” I said.“Well, there might be one,” he said. “Would you be willing to try to get Holly pregnant?”I was stunned and shocked with the abruptness of the question.Robert explained his reasoning, “You wouldn’t be around to raise issues. She wouldn’t see you around. We would know who the father is if necessary. You are not just some random person, so Holly thinks she would be ok with this. Also I trust you would not tell anyone what happened.”“I … I would need time to think about this,” I replied. “You know there would be no guarantee of pregnancy. Are you sure you would be fine with me having sex with your wife? Would she really be ok with that?”“Holly said she would fine with this. She really wants a baby. It’s tearing her apart not to be able to have one. I hear the sadness in her voice. I see the pain in her eyes. I love my wife and I would do anything for her!” Robert replied.“I understand,” I said. “I would need at least the night to think it over?”“Certainly! I know it is an unusual and unexpected request,” Robert said. “I’ll have Cinnamon come out. It would be awkward if you came in. Holly has spoken to Cinnamon about this, so you can talk to her if you wish.”Robert went back in. I realized now why Holly was acting the way she was. And why Cinnamon and Robert were nervous. Soon Cinnamon came out. We walked to the car in silence. I opened her door for her and shut it after she got in. I was still somewhat in shock about the request. I walked around to the passenger side. Do I talk to Cinnamon about this? I had only known her for a few days. I got in the car and we drove off. We didn’t speak for several minutes.Finally Cinnamon said, “Is it all right if we go back to my apartment. We can talk there if you wish.”We were silent during remainder of the ride. When we arrived we walked up to her apartment in silence. She fed Char, her cat, then we sat at her dining room table. “What did Holly tell you?” I asked to get things started. “What did you know before tonight?”“I know this was an unexpected request,” Cinnamon said. “I knew that Holly and Robert were looking for ways to have a baby. I didn’t know that they were going to ask you to try to be the father until Holly spoke to me after you and Robert went outside.”“I don’t know how to process this,” I explained. “A man, a virtual stranger, asked me to have sex with his wife, another stranger. Now I am talking about it with you, someone I met 3 days ago. Someone for whom I am developing strong feelings.”“I am developing strong feelings for you too,” Cinnamon said.“Do you think I should do this? What would you think of me if I said yes?” I asked.“Wow! You get right to it,” Cinnamon said. “I’ll answer your second question first. If you are going to do this just as a direct sperm donor to help them in this situation, I approve. If you are just looking for a way to have sex with someone, I disapprove. I would definitely think less of you for the latter decision.”“Well, I wouldn’t do this just to have sex with someone,” I said. “That would be a very despicable thing to do. Do you think I should do this?”“First, I can’t make this decision for you,” Cinnamon answered. “If it was me my first reaction would be to say no. This is definitely not a normal request. However, I know Holly quite well. She would make a wonderful mother. I’ve seen her around c***dren at the hotel. From what I know about Robert, he would make a great father. There is definitely a moral component to this decision. Should one have sex with another man’s wife? Normally, no. But in this instance the husband is asking, no encouraging you to do it. There is a legal component. I would want to have some kind of signed agreement stating that you would have no financial commitment to the c***d and no parental rights. Then there is the emotional/mental factor. Would you be accepting of the fact that you have a c***d and would not have any part in their life?”I thought about what Cinnamon had said for a few minutes before saying anything.“My first reaction was to say no. But then I realized how desperate they must be to even consider this type of option. I also saw the logic in not asking a friend or just finding somebody completely unknown to them. As far as the moral issue, Holly’s husband is encouraging me to have sex with his wife. I don’t see that as an impediment. I had sex with you after meeting you earlier that day.”“That’s true. I guess you’ll have sex with anyone,” Cinnamon said giggling.“Ok, ok, but you pursued me,” I said. “The legal factor, I agree I would have to have a kind of signed agreement. As far as the mental/emotional factor that is the tough one. I don’t know how I would feel. I know I might not ever see the c***d. But the only difference s between this and donating to a sperm bank are I know the recipient and the method of ‘delivery’ of the sperm.”“Like I said I cannot make this decision for you,” Cinnamon said.“I guess I will have to sleep on it, but I am leaning toward yes,” I said.“Speaking of sleep, it is time for bed,” Cinnamon said. “It also means no hanky-panky tonight, if you might be a sperm donor tomorrow.”We went to bed and snuggled, but nothing more. I didn’t get to sleep for some time thinking about my decision. Finally sleep came.In the morning we awoke and Cinnamon got ready for work. I got in the shower after she was done. Cinnamon came back in the bathroom and asked, “Have you made a decision?” “Yes, I will do it if we can sign an appropriate agreement,” I responded.“Is it okay if I call Holly to let her know? She has the day off today,” Cinnamon said.“Sure go ahead. Please mention the agreement,” I said.Cinnamon left the bathroom. I heard her speaking on the phone. I finished my shower and was drying off. She came back into the bathroom. “Holly was very happy. They have forms from when they looked into artificial insemination at a sperm bank. Robert is already out taking a group fishing. Holly will meet you at the hotel room at 11:00. Will you be ready to go soon?” Cinnamon asked. This was sure moving fast, but it was either today or tomorrow, since I would be leaving Saturday. We left for the hotel and had breakfast there. After breakfast Cinnamon went to work at the hotel front desk and I went up to my room. I washed my clothes and then watched a little television. Promptly at 11:00 a knock came at my door. When I opened the door Holly was standing there. She wouldn’t look at me, instead looked down at her hands.“Come in,” I said.Holly stepped in and stood nervously swaying slightly back and forth. I shut the door. When I turned back around she was looking at the bed. “Let’s go sit down and talk for awhile,” I suggested. She sat on the sofa. I sat in a side chair. We spoke about a number of things, our families, our education, and our dreams. She finally started looking me in the eye when she spoke to me. The nervousness had left her voice. “Can I see the agreements from the sperm bank?” I asked. She handed me the papers from her purse. There were two forms one for the donor and a second for the recipient and spouse (if recipient was married). I read through the documents as Holly watched me.“Robert and I have already signed both copies of the recipient document,” Holly stated still watching me.“I am ready to sign the donor document,” I told Holly.She held up a pen, I moved over next to her on the sofa, I took the pen and signed the copies of the donor document. I gave her a copy of each document and then put my copies in my suitcase. When I sat back down Holly looked scared and nervous. “Holly you can call this off at anytime,” I said taking her hand and stroking the back of it. “You also can tell me to stop doing something if you are not comfortable with it.”The fear faded from her face and she relaxed back onto the sofa. I waited for her to take the first action. “I am at my peak today!” she blurted out. “Can we have sex twice?” Surprising me with her outburst, I responded, “Sure with a break in between.”She got up and walked over to toward the bed. She removed her top and then her pants. She turned to face me standing in her underwear. I smiled, she smiled back. This was the first time I had seen her without the loose fitting clothing which seemed to be her preference. She had a very nice body. Holly was trim and had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were larger than I had imagined they would be. They were not as large as Cinnamon’s breasts, who was a small D or large C. Holly was a small C. Her skin was a smooth dark brown. “You’re staring,” Holly said.“Sorry!” I replied.“Don’t be. It’s a compliment!” she said.I wondered if Cinnamon had gotten that from Holly, or if Holly had gotten that from Cinnamon.“Well come on over. Let’s get started,” Holly said holding out her hand.I stood up and walked over to her side. She was an inch or two shorter than Cinnamon. I took her hand, she pulled me to her , and hugged me tight. I hugged her. “Thanks for agreeing to do this for Robert and I,” she whispered in my ear.She rubbed the front of my shorts with her hand. “You’re going to have to remove these,” Holly said tugging at my pants.I pulled my pants off. She pulled down my underwear and I stepped out of them. I was still limp. “We’re going to have to do something about this,” she said taking my penis in her hand.I normally would have been somewhat hard at this point. I guess I was nervous also. She slowly caressed the top, sides, and then the underside of my growing rod.“I’ve never done this to anyone, but Robert. None of this,” said Holly.She continued to stroke my penis. I continued to harden.“I will need to get wet before you come inside me. Otherwise it could be unpleasant or painful for me,” she responded.I took this as my cue. I removed her panties. I had her lay on the bed and I laid down beside her. She was a very good looking woman, today more so than last night. Then it dawned on me. Holly was definitely wearing much less make-up today. Her natural beauty came through wonderfully. I rolled her to her back. I began caressing her pussy lips lightly. I slowly pushed one finger between the outer lips. She closed her eyes and smiled. She found my penis, wrapped her hand around it and pumped slowly. I moved my fingers to the top of her slit and rubbed her clitoris. Holly moaned loudly as my finger circled around and moved over her love button. I felt the heat coming from inside her. I pushed my finger down into her vagina. It slid in easily. I put a second finger in and moved them in and out. They were drenched with her moisture. Holly moaned and thrust up against them with each stroke. Her body stiffened, then shuddered as her vaginal walls clamped down on my fingers. She shook from head to foot. She grunted and let out a gasp, before relaxing back on the bed. After a few minutes she said, “Sorry I should have had you get inside me. I climax very easily. You should get inside me now.”I got up on my hands and knees. She spread her legs and I positioned myself, before sliding into her. I went all the way in on the first push, because she was so wet. I immediately felt her vaginal walls tighten around my rod. Holly smiled.“You’re not quite as long as Robert, but you are bigger around,” she said. “Don’t move.”I wondered what she had in mind. Then I felt her vaginal muscles moving up and down my penis. I remained still enjoying the sensations. Holly had closed her eyes and was again smiling a huge smile. After a few minutes she tightened around me.“Your turn. Fuck me!” she ordered. “Make sure you are all the way in when you cum!”I began stoking in and out. Slowly at first then began picking up the pace. Holly moaned with each stroke. I continued and moved toward climax. “I’m going to cum soon,” I told Holly.After a few more pumps I pressed hard into her and shot several jets of semen deep into her. This triggered her second orgasm. She writhed and twisted under me panting for several minutes. I rolled off her onto the bed beside her. It was then I realized I had never taken off my shirt and Holly still had her bra on.After several minutes Holly asked, “Are you hungry?”“Yes, I am,” I replied.I called for room service. Holly went into the bathroom when the food was delivered. We ate lunch and talked. I had put my pants back on before the food came up, but Holly ate while wearing only her bra. I couldn’t help but look over at her while I ate. We watched television as we waited before the next round of sex. Every few minutes I would look over at Holly imagining what her breasts looked like. My looks must have become too obvious.“You’re wondering what my breasts look like aren’t you?” she asked. I watched as she removed her bra. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and perky. Her nipples were large and stood out when the air-conditioned air hit them. “Do you approve?” Holly asked.“Yes! They are very, very nice,” I replied.“Would you like to touch them?” she asked. “Yes, I would!” I responded wondering if any other answer would have been accepted.She stood up walked over and sat down on my lap. I took a breast in each hand and caressed them pressing firmly. “mmm” and “ahhh” exited from Holly. Her eyes were closed and her head was tipped up. Again a smile was on her face. I moved around her areolas and nipples. She pressed her breasts firmly into my hands. I rubbed a finger lightly across one of her nipples. She jerked slightly and gasped. I continued with my finger teasing her nipple. She purred appreciatively. I began to do the same with her other nipple. She obviously enjoyed the sensation. I pinched one of her nipples. She jerked, but pressed harder against my fingers and hands. I am definitely a breast man and my erection was now standing between us. Without asking I kissed one of her nipples and then licked around it. She moaned appreciatively. I sucked the nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard causing her to gasp again.“M.move to the o.other one,” she requested.I moved my mouth over to her other nipple and repeated the process. I could feel the moist heat and wetness coming from her pussy which was inches from my balls. “ooo”, “ohh”, and “ahh” continued to come from her lips. I moved one hand to her pussy. Putting two fingers between her pussy lips and moved them along the length of her pussy avoiding her clitoris. She started breathing heavily. She reached for and found my penis.“Wow! You feel like you are ready to go,” Holly said. “I was so enjoying what you were doing to me, I wasn’t even thinking about you.”She stroked my rod a few times.“Holly I am going to cum soon!” I warned her. She lifted herself up on her knees, guided me to her opening, and then went back down escort bursa toward my lap until I was completely inside her. She tightened around me and began moving up and down. She increased the speed. I held back as long as I could. Soon it became impossible to hold back. I pushed her down as I exploded into her with several jets. Holly reached her orgasm at the same moment. She squeezed tightly around me extracting the remaining seed from me. She collapsed on me breathing heavily.When she recovered she got up. We got dressed. She gave me a kiss, the first one we had shared. She thanked me and left. I showered and waited for Cinnamon. She was going to stop up after work. I waited watching some television. A little after 5 a knock came a the door. I opened the door. Cinnamon was standing there.“Is Holly gone?” she asked. “Yes, she left some time ago,” I responded. “Everything went fine. Come on in.”She came in. We sat and talked for a while.“What do you want to do for supper?” I asked.“Can we just order room service?” she asked.We ordered and the food arrived in about 30 minutes. We ate. I could tell Cinnamon had something she wanted to say, but was hesitant. Eventually she told me her period had started. But still wanted to spend the night here with me.“Cinnamon, you are much more than a vacation fling. I love you,” I said. “Please stay here with me tonight.”She put her arms around me, hugging me tight.“I love you too,” she whispered in my ear. “I have to go feed my cat Char, but I will be right back.” She left and returned in about 45 minutes. We talked the rest of the night about the next time we would be able to see each other after I left on Saturday. She was planning to be with her family in Wisconsin around Christmas. It was only a short drive from where I lived. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses. We got undressed and went to bed talking about getting together in Wisconsin. We fell asleep with her resting her head on my chest.We woke up and took a shower together. We each explored the other’s body with our hands. Because Cinnamon was having her period she did not want me touching her between her legs. I thoroughly enjoyed soaping her breasts, shoulders, back, and rear end. She returned the favor paying special attention to my penis, balls, and ass cheeks. Using a good amount of soap she stroked my penis until I exploded on her stomach. We rinsed off, she turned off the shower, and we dried each other. We went down for a quick breakfast on the hotel restaurant.“What are you going to do for a week in Freeport?” Cinnamon asked.“My cousin, my dad’s niece, lives there with her c***dren. She’s about 12 years older than I am. Her c***dren are pretty much grown up,” I replied. “When I told my father we were going to have our honeymoon in the Bahamas, he suggested we visit her. Debby, my fiancee, thought it would be good to visit more than one island.”I started to choke up when the memory of Debby came back. Cinnamon looked sympathetically at me.“What made you decide to take a boat to Freeport instead of flying?” she asked.I gathered myself and said, “That was Debby’s idea. She knew it wouldn’t be a cruise ship, but liked the idea of traveling by water.”Again I started choking up. Cinnamon took my hand.“It still hurts, doesn’t it,” she said quietly. We sat silently for several minutes.“I have to get to work. What are you going to do today?” she asked.“I am going to spend some time in the water and on the beach. Maybe do some walking on the beach. How far does the beach go?” I asked.“Most of the length of the island on the north side and a good part of the east side. Watch for sharks on the east side, but most are harmless. There also is a strong current between tides on the east side. Not a good idea to go swimming there,” she responded.“Thank you!” I said and gave her a long kiss, before she went off to work. I went back to my room to put on my swimwear. I went back down to the lobby. Cinnamon and Holly were at the front desk both waved and I waved back, before walking out the door toward the beach. I decided to check out the beach on the east side. I walked along the beach heading east. I watched a small airplane land on a short landing strip. I reached the east side. I found a dry coconut on the sand. I threw it out into the channel between Paradise Island and another island. Cinnamon was right the current was swift. Soon the coconut had moved out of sight. I walked until the beach stopped at an outcropping of rock. I watched a number of soldier crabs “marching” up toward the vegetation. I picked up one of the larger ones. It retreated into it’s shell. Only it’s large claw was exposed. I put my thumbnail near it and it immediately clamped on. I placed it on the ground and it released and moved away. I walked back to the north side past the hotel and on down the beach. There were several people in the water and tanning on the sand. Several were good looking women. The kind you would be happy to remember. There were others that you would be happy to forget. I continued down the beach until I heard some noise coming from behind an outcrop of rocks. As I listened it became apparent there were 2 people “enjoying” each other. I continued on. I went around some rock protruding into the water. On the other side were a number of people sunbathing au naturale. Yes, I observed some more closely than others. I walked on to where the beach ended. There was no one around. I spent some time in the water. Then I laid down in the sand until I was dry. I had my eyes closed until I heard someone approaching. “Hello,” said a female voice with an English accent. “Hello,” I said looking up at the beautiful woman standing above me.She was a striking brunette wearing a bikini that left little to the imagination. “Are you here alone?” she asked.“Yes, there is no one else around,” I responded.“No I meant are you here in the Bahamas alone?” she asked.I thought quickly. I had seen a notice in the hotel about situations like this where a person on vacation was robbed.“No, my girlfriend is back at the hotel,” I replied. “She got too much sun the other day.” Ok it was a white lie.“Oh, I was going to ask if you wanted company,” she said. “Have a good vacation.”She turned and walked back down the beach, stopping to talk to the first guy that seemed to be alone. I stayed for a while longer, then walked back along the water line where the sand was much cooler. I passed by the section of beach with the nude sun bathers. I saw the woman who had approached me talking to another man. I went around the outcropping of rock. Soon I was back to the hotel. I showered off at the outdoor shower and then spent an some time in the outdoor hot tub. I had closed my eyes and was enjoying the water moving around by body. After some time I heard a woman’s voice.“May I join you?” she said and giggled.I opened my eyes and Cinnamon was standing there fully clothed.“I’m on my afternoon break,” Cinnamon said. “I saw you on the monitor and just had to come out. I brought you a bottle of water.”I thanked her. We spoke for 10 minutes. Then she went back to work. I got out and showered again. I went back to my room and waited for Cinnamon to finish working. She called to my room and said she was going to feed her cat then return. When she returned we spent the night just talking until midnight, then went to bed. After we woke up and dressed, Cinnamon went to work. I spent the morning packing. My boat was scheduled to leave at 5:00 PM. I was told to be there at 4:00 PM. Cinnamon was going to get off early to take me and see me off. The hours crawled by. At 3:30 there was a knock on the door. Cinnamon was there. I grabbed her and pulled here into the room. We hugged tight for several minutes. I hated these kind of goodbyes. We kissed. Tears were running down Cinnamon’s face. I cried too. “We have to get going,” Cinnamon sniffled. “I already checked you out.”I grabbed my bags and we went to her car. She drove to the dock. We walked to the boat. It was basically a freight boat carrying some passengers. Although that was just a auxiliary function. I learned later that they also carried mail in a large vault. I checked in with one of the crew on the boat. He showed to a room. It had two sets of bunks. I put my luggage in the storage locker under one of the lower bunks, locked it, put the key in my pocket and walked back on deck to spend the remaining time with Cinnamon. All too soon everyone not travelling was asked to leave. We hugged and kissed one last time. She waved as the boat left the dock. I watched as she faded into the distance. We traveled west, then turned north before long Nassau too disappeared. I sat on deck, since the fumes of diesel hung in the air in the cabin. There was very little to see beside water. None of the other passengers seemed interested in conversation. Toward sunset there were some islands off in the distance to the west. As it got dark the stars began to appear. Soon the sky was filled with stars. Many more than I could see at home due to the city lights. The Milky Way became visible, an awesome sight. Off on the left side there were a few lights coming from the islands we were passing. About midnight I went into the cabin to try to sleep. After some time I fell asleep until the sun shown in the window of the cabin. When I went back on deck there was a large island on the right hand side. A little after 8:00 we were approaching Freeport. I hadn’t seen my cousin, LeAnn, for almost 20 years. It was at her wedding. I was only six or seven. Her husband had died in some sort of boating accident about 5 years ago. I recognized her as we approached the dock. I went and retrieved my bags and waited on deck. LeAnn was standing there with a teenage boy and girl. I learned later it was her 17 year-old son, Ronnie, and 18 year-old daughter, Crystal. After getting off the boat my cousin gave me a big hug and introduced her c***dren. They were both a little shy. We walked a short distance to their house. Originally LeAnn had arranged for my fiancee and I to stay in a small cottage. However since Debby had died LeAnn had decided I could stay with them, since I wouldn’t need as much privacy. We talked throughout the day, caught up, and learned about each other. After supper I went to bed early, since Ronnie and Crystal had asked me to go to the beach with them the next day while their mother worked and I hadn’t slept much the night before.The next day at breakfast the phone rang. It was for Ronnie. He was needed at his job today. He repaired and installed marine engines. Crystal called her friend, Nancy and she agreed to go with us. LeAnn left for work and wished us a good time. When Nancy arrived the three of us walked with Ronnie to the dock. Ronnie was able to use a boat from the place he worked. Crystal, Nancy, and I got aboard and Crystal took off. I had been told were going to a secluded cove that had a great beach. When we got there it was just as they had described. There was an opening between two outcroppings of rock that opened up to a good sized area of water with a lovely white-sand beach.“We will probably be the only ones here today,” said Crystal looking over at Nancy. We anchored the boat about 12 feet off the beach. The girls removed their clothes revealing their bikinis and their bodies. I hadn’t really thought of Crystal as a woman, just my cousin’s daughter, until that moment. She was 5’6” or 5’7”. She had dark hair, but not quite black. She was thin, but not stick thin. She had all the feminine curves with good sized breasts that definitely filled her bikini top.Nancy was the same height as Crystal. Her hair was lighter than Crystal’s and was almost an auburn, but more brown than red. Maybe it was from her being in the sun over the summer. Nancy was less curvy than Crystal, but still had a very pleasing feminine shape. Her breasts also were a little smaller than Crystal’s, but by no means small.They both giggled when they noticed me noticing them. When they were sure the anchor was holding. They dove into the water. “Please hand over the ice chest,” Crystal requested. “Also hand over the mesh bag with the snorkeling equipment,” Nancy requested.I handed over the ice chest, then the mesh bag. The girls took the items to the beach. I dove over into the water. When I came up the girls had moved things to a shady spot up on the beach. They then joined me in the water. Nancy had a ball in her hands. We kind of played volleyball, but were just trying to keep the ball in the air. I loved watching the girls breasts bounce as they hit the ball. After we got tired of this we went and got the snorkeling equipment. We swam out to the opening of the cove looking at the sea life on and near the rocks and coral.After some time Crystal asked, “Is anyone getting hungry?” Nancy and I both agreed we were ready to eat. We all made our way back to the beach and up to the shady spot. LeAnn had made some sandwiches, and had packed fruit and chips. There was also some cans of soda and bottles of water. We ate our lunch. I noticed the girls looking my way then looking at each other and smiling. We finished eating. I decided to lay in the sun, giving a chance for my food to settle, before going back into the water. I scooped some sand leaving a shallow hole the general shape of my body. I lay down in the hole. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the cooler sand on my back and the warm sunshine on my front. I could hear the girls talking, but I couldn’t understand what was being said over the noise of the waves lapping at the shoreline 10 feet away. I may have been dozing still recovering from the night on the boat. I hadn’t slept very long or very well that night. The next thing I remember was hearing the word “NOW” then feeling a weight on my chest quickly followed by a weight on my legs. My eyes snapped open. There was Nancy sitting on my chest pinning my arms with her legs. Crystal was sitting on my legs. Both had removed their bikinis so my eyes were treated with Nancy’s breasts “staring” back at me. Her breasts were perfect and perky with bright pink areolas and protruding nipples. I didn’t get a view of Crystal beside her face looking around Nancy’s side. I thought it was some kind of game or prank.“What’s going on?” I asked.In unison they replied, “We want you to make love to us!”I laid there stunned for several seconds. There was a gorgeous young women sitting naked on my chest and another one sitting on my upper legs.“Crystal, I don’t think I can do that,” I said. “Why me?”“You’re the best looking guy to come around for a long time. If we have sex with a guy around town eventually he’ll brag to his friends and mom will find out,” Crystal explained. “What if I do it and tell someone?” I asked.“We’ll say that you ****d us,” Nancy replied. “And there are two of us.”“What if I don’t do it?” I asked.“If you don’t do it we’ll tell mom you forced yourself on us,” Crystal responded.Wow, they had all the answers. I was in an impossible situation. I was basically being blackmailed.“Ok, I will do it,” I relented. I could have been asked to do something much less pleasant, I thought to myself.“Technically we are both virgins,” said Nancy. “We both popped our cherries with a hair brush. But no man has been inside us.”“One last requirement,” said Crystal. “You must show to us that you are doing your best. Not just going through the motions.”I voiced my agreement. I felt Crystal moving lower on my legs. Next I felt her fingers on both sides of my swim trunks followed by tugging. I raised my hips and soon my trunks were down to my knees. Nancy moved off my arms freeing them. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I immediately began caressing them. I felt Crystal’s hands on my penis and balls. Because of the surprising situation and my initial trepidation it took a little while to respond. Once it started to harden I felt Crystal’s lips touch my penis sucking on it and licking it with her tongue. Nancy moved back up putting her reddish trimmed bush directly over my mouth. She lowered herself until my mouth came in contact with her pussy. I continued to massage her breasts as my tongue moved along the outside of her pussy lips. Crystal had taken the head of my penis into her mouth and my penis was now at full attention. She slowly took more of me into her mouth. I could tell she was somewhat inexperienced because her teeth kept scr****g the skin on my member. I continued working on Nancy’s breasts and my tongue had found her clitoris. I pressed my tongue into and around her love button. Nancy moaned her approval. I reluctantly moved my hands from her soft, firm mounds to her pussy to gain better access for my tongue.“Crystal, I am going to cum soon!” I warned her. She paused and moved her mouth off my penis. She moved up farther on my legs. Soon I felt the tickle of her pubic hair on the tip on my penis. Followed by the warm, moist feeling of her love hole slowly swallowing my penis. I returned my attention to Nancy. I spread her pussy lips and pushed two fingers into her tight love hole. I sucked and nibbled her clitoris to Nancy’s delight. She moaned and started breathing heavily. Crystal finally pushed to get all of me inside her. I was in heaven. It had been a long time since I had experienced someone so tight. I felt Nancy’s body stiffen and she pressed her pussy firmly against my mouth. Her body shivered and shook.She yelled, “Oh my God. I’m cumming!”She took in a big gulp of air, then let it out. My face became wet with her moisture. Nancy continued to shiver for some time. Crystal had been moving up and down my rod all during Nancy’s orgasm. Now her vaginal muscles clamped down on my penis like a vice. She squeezed my hips with her legs. Soon she was contracting and relaxing on me as her orgasm enveloped her. I shot my load into her in several streams thrusting my pelvis upward with each spray. Crystal moaned as her orgasm subsided. Nancy had moved down off my face onto my chest and leaned forward putting her hands on the sand above my head. Her breasts were hanging just above my mouth. I lifted my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Nancy jerked and said “ooo” and then “ahh”. She pressed her breast back into my mouth. I sucked hard and teased her nipple with my tongue. “mmm” exited her mouth as I continued. “Lets go into the water and clean up before round 2,” Crystal requested.We all got up and were soon frolicking in the water. The were jumping on me trying to dunk my head under the water. It felt good when they jumped on my back with their breasts pushed into my back and their legs wrapped around my waist. There was a lot of touching both intentional and unintentional. My penis had started moving toward another erection. I stayed deep enough in the water so that it was below the surface of the water. Nancy jumped on my back and wrapped her legs around me and the head of my penis poked above the water. Nancy noticed this and moved around to the front. She kissed me, the fist kiss of the day. I pushed my tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth and I explored her mouth with my tongue. Nancy shifted until my penis was pressing against her pussy. She moved again until I entered her. I grabbed her butt cheeks and pushed into her. She was extremely tight and groaned as I moved in. I paused, but Nancy said, “Keep going.”Once I was completely inside her, She asked me to stop and let her get accustomed to me inside her. She pulled me tightly against her. We kissed again. This time her tongue did the exploring. Soon she began moving her hips away from and back toward my body. Crystal watched with interest and impatience. I carefully moved toward the waters edge and lay Nancy on the sand just above the waterline without exiting her. I began pumping in and out of her. I started slowly and increasing the pace gradually. Nancy was so tight I didn’t want to hurt her. Her moisture increased and I was able to slide more easily. I reached the point of no return and exploded into her. This triggered her orgasm, she clenched my penis, arched her back, and her whole body shuddered beneath me. “Yes, yes, yes,” she shouted. She continued to writhe for over a minute. Crystal continued to watch. I kissed Nancy on her neck and shoulders. She went limp, except for her heavy breathing she didn’t move.“Are you alright?” I asked her.She smiled, nodded and said “Yes definitely. I have never felt so good.”I moved off her, went and rinsed off in the water. When I turned around Crystal was laying on the beach just above the water line. Her legs were spread wide and her finger was motioning for me to come.“My turn!” Crystal said. “Use your mouth on me.”I moved toward Crystal. Nancy propped herself on her elbows to watch. I knelt in the water in front of Crystal. I lowered my mouth to her short trimmed dark bush. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I used my tongue to lick the inside of her pussy from bottom to top. She jerked when my tongue crossed her clitoris. I then used one hand to caress her breast. It was significantly larger than Nancy’s. Crystal put her legs over my shoulders. Her breast was firm and very pliable. I circled her nipple with one finger, then I rolled it between 2 fingers. Crystal moaned in appreciation and pushed it into my hand. I pressed my palm firmly into her supple breast. I moved my tongue back to her love button. She began squirming. I moved my hand back down and inserted 2 fingers into her vagina. I moved my other hand back to her anus and teased it slowly tracing it’s contours. I pushed a finger into her and she moaned again. Crystal pushed her pelvis into my mouth and locked my head in place with her legs. She started panting. Her shivered, spasmed and began grunting and groaning. Then her orgasm took over. She writhed for over a minute. I kept up my attention both front and back.“I’m going to cum again. Get inside me!” she ordered.I moved up and inserted myself into her, pushing easily into her now soaked love tunnel. I pumped into her just a few times before She tightened around me. I continued pumping until her orgasm overwhelmed her. As she continued shuddering, I exploded into her with what I had left. I rolled off on to the sand between these two lovely ladies. Nancy watched as my semi-erect penis bounced up and down with each beat of my heart. Once Crystal and I recovered we all went into the water still nude. Crystal and I kissed for the first time. I began to get hard.“We are done for today,” Crystal said. “We need to head back.”We finished cleaning up. We went and put our swimwear back on. Gathered all the items on the beach and brought them to the boat. We got on boat. I pulled up the anchor and we returned to the dock and then the house.I wondered what Crystal meant by we are done for today.LeAnn, my cousin, had taken Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday off work. We, LeAnn, Crystal, and I, spent most of Tuesday walking around Freeport. Ronnie, LeAnn’s son had to work. I enjoyed seeing the town and looking through the various shoppes. I bought a number of souvenirs for a number people. I avoided anything that would have been questionable to bring back into the U.S. LeAnn cooked a wonderful dinner while Crystal and I played cards.On Wednesday, joined by Nancy, Crystal’s friend, we went to a couple of tourist sites that were easy to get to. We started with the Garden of the Groves. I enjoyed the paths, the greenery, the birds, butterflies, and other wildlife. We ate at the café there. After that we went to Lucayan National Park. We walked trails and saw what we could of the caves. None of us were divers so we could not explore the underwater caves. At the end of the day we returned to LeAnn’s house and she prepared another wonderful meal.Thursday, we went back to the cove where Crystal, Nancy, and I had gone on Monday. This time Ronnie and LeAnn joined us. We had a very enjoyable day swimming, snorkeling, and talking. No sexual antics today. Crystal and Nancy kept looking my way with sly smiles. Mid-afternoon Ronnie pointed to the opening of the cove. There was something swimming into the cove. We saw a grayish object and then we saw a dorsal fin quickly followed by a second one. Everyone in the water quickly got up on the beach. We watched as the fins came closer and then started circling the boat. The fins disappeared and 2 light gray heads with long noses bobbed up in the water.“They’re dolphins!” Ronnie exclaimed. They sure were. “I’m going to see if they are friendly,” Ronnie said.LeAnn and I weren’t too sure that was a good idea. “Just be careful,” LeAnn relented.Ronnie put on a snorkeling mask and moved into the water. When he was waist deep he went down and put his head under water. The dolphins had stopped moving and appeared to be watching Ronnie. After a few minutes the larger of the two slowly began moving toward Ronnie. It moved to within 3 feet and stopped. Ronnie stood up and appeared to be nervous. The dolphin poked it’s head out of the water and looked at Ronnie. Ronnie reached out his hand and the dolphin moved under it. The dolphin acted like it wanted to be touched. Ronnie lowered his hand and lightly rubbed it’s head with his fingers. Soon he was moving farther down it’s back. The dolphin stayed in the same spot. The second dolphin moved toward Ronnie. It behaved the same way as the first, soon Ronnie was rubbing both of them. I went into the water and stood next to Ronnie and rubbed the first dolphin. It didn’t show any aggression or fear. Soon Crystal, Nancy, and LeAnn joined us the dolphins moved around us giving all of us a chance to touch them. They only seemed to mind our touch if we got too near the tail. Ronnie swam out to the opening of the cove. The larger dolphin swam out with him. When Ronnie went underwater the dolphin went with him. When Ronnie surfaced the dolphin surfaced. Ronnie swam back to the group of us. Again the dolphin followed him. The dolphins stayed around for about an hour before swimming off. We went back up on the beach.Nancy said, “I have something. To show you.”She took my hand and led me up past the high water mark and into the vegetation. When we were out of sight of the others she turned and put my hand on her breast. I put my other hand on her other breast. I massaged them through her bikini top. She put her hand on the front of my trunks and rubbed until I started coming to life.“We can’t do anything here,” she whispered. “Maybe tomorrow.”We walked back to where the others were. We spent some more time in the water before it was time to leave. We packed the boat and headed back. Nancy stayed for supper. All during supper both Crystal and Nancy kept looking at me and smiling. We played card games until bed time. Nancy left for her house.When I got into bed all I could think about was Nancy saying “Maybe tomorrow.”In the morning we had breakfast. LeAnn and Ronnie went off to work. Today would be my last full day in Freeport, I was flying out tomorrow at 10:30 in the morning. Crystal and I washed the dishes and cleaned things up. About 10:00 the phone rang. Crystal answered. “Sure we will be over shortly,” Crystal said looking at me and smiling before hanging up. “We’re going over to Nancy’s house. Her mother’s sister is in labor. Her mom left for Marsh Harbour for a week to help out.”Crystal and I walked over to Nancy’s house. It wasn’t very far. Nancy was waiting at the front door when we arrived. “Come on in,” Nancy said.The house was one of the larger houses in Freeport. I found out that Nancy’s father was one of the doctors in Freeport. We went through the house and out the back door. The back yard was closed in by either wall or fence and was very private. Up near the house was a separately fenced in area with a locked gate. Nancy brought out a pitcher of limeade and three glasses. We sat at a patio table and drank the limeade. We just talked about general things, nothing in particular. “What do you want to do?” Crystal asked Nancy. “Do you want to go somewhere for lunch?” Nancy asked. “Mom’s gone and she usually makes lunch.”Crystal replied, “Sounds good to me. But I don’t have any money.”“I don’t have any money either,” Nancy said looking my way.I knew all too well what game was being played. “I’ll buy lunch,” I said.We walked to a family style restaurant not too far away. We had lunch. The waitress came to the table and inquired about dessert. “I have something for dessert back at the house,” Nancy said smiling at Crystal.I paid the bill and we walked back to the house. Crystal and I sat down at the patio table. Nancy was in the house for a short time, then came out with a key in her hand. “Do you want to see what’s in here?” Nancy asked as she walked over to the locked gate. She unlocked the gate and opened it. Inside was a large hot tub. Nancy flipped a switch a light came on and the motor for the hot tub started humming. “It will take a little while for the water to heat up,” Nancy said.“I can go and get my swimsuit,” I said.Crystal looked at Nancy and smiled. “You won’t need a swimsuit,” Nancy said.Both girls giggled. “Same agreement as at the beach!” Crystal insisted.I nodded agreement. A couple of days ago they had basically blackmailed me to have sex with them or else they would say I forced myself on them. Crystal and I walked past Nancy and into the hot tub enclosure. She stepped in and shut the gate behind her. They quickly removed their clothing and then they removed mine. Nancy put her hand in the water. “It’s still warming up,” she said. “But it’s warm enough to get in.”I watched as these two beautiful, naked women got into the hot tub. I followed them in. I sat down in a corner. Crystal and Nancy sat on each side of me. I put my arms around their shoulders and reached down to cup their breasts. They were soft, warm, and pliable in my fingers. I soon felt two hands competing for my penis and balls. One of the hands was moving up and down my shaft. While the other was gently squeezing my testicles and lightly scratching my scrotum. I enjoyed the tender touching. I became erect quickly. After a bit I moved my arms off their shoulders and put my hands on each of their pussies. They opened their legs granting me better access. I began by running my fingers the length of their vaginal lips. I was getting hot both on the outside and the inside. So were the two ladies. I felt their warmth as I pressed my fingers between their pussy lips and onto their clits. They pushed back against my fingers wishing more pressure. I circled around and over their clits as they squirmed with delight. They moaned and cooed. Nancy began panting.“Crystal, I’m going first,” Nancy said breathlessly.Nancy go up and sat on my lap facing me. She took my penis and guided it into her. She pressed down taking me into her hot, tight love hole. She paused a couple of times to become accustomed to the object entering her. I continued to play with Crystal’s pussy who had withdrawn her hand from me when Nancy mounted me. Crystal had laid her head back on the top of the hot tub. Her eyes were closed and she had a expression of pleasure on her face. Nancy’s breasts were mouth high and I took one of her nipples into my mouth. She moaned again at the touch of my lips and tongue, just before she took the rest of me into her love hole. Nancy paused. She put her arms around my head and pulled it firmly against her breast. I nibbled on her nipple and pushed my tongue against it. Nancy let out a yip and an “ooo”. She began moving up and down on my rod bringing me back to full erection inside her. She puffed out a small breath each time she went down. I could tell she was close to her climax and did all I could to hold off. I looked over at Crystal. She was watching with a combination of interest, impatience, and desire. She licked her lips and was playing with her pussy to keep her excitement up since my hand had slipped from her. I looked back toward Nancy. Her face showed concentration and determination. I reached the point of no return, grunted and thrust my hips up. I lifted Nancy partially out of the water as I came into her. Her orgasm kicked in squeezing my cum out of me and into her. After I finished I relaxed back down onto the seat. Nancy took a few minutes to regain her normal breathing pattern. She slid off my lap and into the seat beside me putting her head on my shoulder.Crystal wasted no time and put her hand around my softening penis. She began to work to get it hard again. Nancy kissed me on the neck. I turned my head and our lips met. We kissed for several minutes before she put her head back on my shoulder. Crystal had brought life back to my penis and it was firming up again. She got off her seat and knelt in the middle of the hot tub. Her head, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts were just above the swirling water. She smiled at me with an extremely sexy smile. She still had my manhood in her hand as her head went beneath the water. Her lips and mouth enveloped the head of my penis. She took more of me into her mouth, but suddenly her head popped up out of the water. She was choking and coughing.“I (cough) swallowed some (cough) water,” she explained.In a minute or maybe more her head went below the water again. I felt the wonderful feeling of her lips, mouth, and tongue around my member. I put my head back and closed my eyes. Her head came back out of the water. She took several deep breaths before She went back down again and soon I was enjoying that wonderful feeling again. Her tongue explored the underside of my rod. Soon her head came up again and she caught her breath. “Enough of that,” she said. “I can’t stay down long enough.”She smiled at me and then came up to kiss me. Nancy continued to lay on my shoulder without moving. Crystal’s breasts pushed into my chest. Her erect nipples pressed hard against me. Her tongue pushed between my lips and explored my mouth. She lowered herself and guided me into her love hole. Crystal was so very warm and tight. I pushed up into her. She grunted and winced.“Please hold still for a bit,” Crystal said. “I need to get used to you being so deep inside me. You seem bigger today.”We were still for awhile. I could feel my penis pulsing inside her with each heartbeat. She kissed me again, before starting to move up and down on my rod. Her breasts were grinding into my chest. I reached between our bodies and found her clitoris. It was already hard and sensitive to my touch. She writhed as I touched her. It became easier for her to move up and down. Her pace quickened. She became warmer inside her vagina. I began thrusting in coordination with her movements. We banged together hard and furious for several minutes. Crystal’s vaginal muscles clenched me as her orgasm took hold. Soon she moaning and trembling, but didn’t skip a beat. I exploded into her with stream after stream of my fluid. Crystal kept pumping until she experienced a second orgasm. Again she contracted and relaxed around me several times, before she collapsed limp on top of me. A few minutes later her breathing returned to normal and she sat up on my lap. She looked into my eyes and said, “Thank you! That was wonderful!”She gave me a huge, passionate kiss. Nancy had been resting silently on my shoulder while Crystal and I had sex. Nancy put her hand on my chin and moved my face toward her and gave me an equally passionate kiss. “Thank you for making love to me!” Nancy said. “I’ve got to clean up the hot tub. Who knows what we’ve left in here.”Crystal got down on the other side of me. We all relaxed there for another 15, 20 minutes. We then got out of the hot tub and dried each other off. I enjoyed feeling their bodies through the towel. I spent a good amount of time on their rear ends. We got dressed. Nancy removed the drain plug and the tub quickly drained. We all used our towels to wipe down the interior of the tub. Nancy then replaced the filter and replaced the drain plug. We refilled the tub and Nancy measured chemicals and mixed them into the water. She ran the tub for about a half hour while we had some more if the limeade.“I’m sorry you have to leave tomorrow,” said Crystal. “We will really miss you.”Crystal and I got back to her house just before mom got home. We had a quiet dinner and then I packed my things and went to bed. The next morning I said goodbye to Ronnie and Crystal. Crystal gave me an extra long hug. LeAnn took me to the airport. We said our goodbyes. I thanked her for letting me stay at her house.My plane took off. As I flew home I was thinking how lucky I had been on this trip.THE END

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