“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.
Leave a Reply