Bahamas Vacation (1) by bandfour

Bahamas VacationMy 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 draped 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.