Bahamas Vacation (2) by bandfour

Bahamian Vacation (continued)(Summary of previous story: I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back home and the death of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a month earlier. The woman at the front desk at the hotel, Cinnamon, invited me to her apartment for dinner and it had turned into an overnight invitation.)

NOTE: This occurred over 30 years ago so some of the landmarks and places mentioned may have changed since that time.

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.