Bahamas Vacation – Chapter 3

2017 true sex story: Bahamas Vacation – Chapter 3

True Story, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Romance

I had gone to the Bahamas on vacation after my fiancee Debby had died in an auto accident. I met Cinnamon, an employee at my hotel. We hit it off and sparks ignited.

(Background: I took a trip to get away from memories after my fiancee’s, Debby’s, death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two nights together. She has the next two days off and has offered to be my tour guide.)

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 child. 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.