My Model’s Morning Moment

Cinnamon’s warm body was pressed against mine, her slow, steady breathing a soothing melody that filled my senses. I inhaled the enticing scent of her hair, feeling a sense of wonder at the fact that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a Playboy centerfold. The clock on the side of the bed read 4:40 in the morning, but I didn’t want to move, not yet.

“Hello? Ok, thanks!” Cinnamon said, her voice husky from sleep, as she hung up the phone. “That was our wake-up call.” She got out of bed, and I couldn’t help but take in the sight of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom.

The shower came on, and I reluctantly got out of bed, taking a moment to appreciate the view as I made my way to the bathroom. We showered and dressed in silence, the only sound being the hum of the shower.

As we made our way to the dock, I was struck by the beauty of the early morning light, the sky a deep shade of pink and orange. We arrived at the dock, and Robert, a tall, black man with a thick accent, greeted us with a smile.

“Andy, this is Robert,” Cinnamon said, as we boarded the 17-foot Boston Whaler. Robert showed us to our seats behind him, and we set off towards the east end of the island.

“Sorry, we’ll just be here a couple of minutes,” Robert said, dropping a couple of fish traps over the side of the boat. “I’m going to drop a couple of fish traps before we head out to fish.” He baited the traps with empty plastic gallon containers attached as buoys, and we headed out into the calm waters of the Bahamas.

“What are you looking for?” I asked, as Robert gazed out at the water.

“Shoals,” he replied. “They’re rocky formations with plants and fish surrounded by white sand.” He expertly navigated the boat, his eyes scanning the water for any sign of the shoals.

“This will do for a starting point,” Robert said, as he spotted a large dark spot in the water. He put the engines in neutral and grabbed a makeshift net, moving it around the water to see if he could stir up any fish.

“We use drop lines here for these fish,” Robert explained, as he prepared the lines and bait. He handed Cinnamon and me each a spool with the bait and a lead sinker.

“Drop the hook and sinker just over the side,” he instructed. “Let out line until you don’t feel the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more feet.” We did as he instructed, and soon Cinnamon was screaming with excitement.

“I have a fish on my line!” she exclaimed.

“Pull it in nice and steady,” Robert instructed, as Cinnamon struggled to reel in her catch.

“What are we doing?” I asked Robert, as Cinnamon’s fish was pulled into the boat.

“We’re catching grunt fish,” Robert replied. “They’re good eatin’.” He expertly filleted the fish and threw it into a large plastic pail filled with water.

Cinnamon and I continued to fish, our lines bobbing up and down in the water. I felt a tug on my line, and I set the hook, pulling in my first fish.

“This is a yellowtail snapper,” Robert said, as he took my fish off the hook. “They’re a bit of a challenge to catch, but they’re worth it.”

We continued fishing for the next 90 minutes or so, catching about 20 fish between us. But then, disaster struck.

“Barracuda!” Robert shouted, as my line went slack. “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, grinning at her.

“Sure, let’s go for it,” Cinnamon replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Robert expertly baited a new hook and handed it to me. “Just let it sink to the bottom, and then pull it up slowly,” he instructed.

We waited for what felt like an eternity, the tension building as we waited for the Barracuda to take the bait. And then, it happened.

“There he comes!” Robert shouted, as the Barracuda charged towards the fish on the end of the line.

“Do you want to feel the fight in this one?” Robert asked me, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” I exclaimed, taking the line from him.

As I held the line, I felt the weight of the Barracuda pulling against me. It was a fight like no other, the fish struggling and twisting in the water. Robert expertly guided me, telling me when to pull back and when to give the fish some line.

After 20 or 25 minutes of fighting, the Barracuda finally came alongside the boat. Robert grabbed a 2×4 with a handle carved out of one end and expertly dispatched the fish.

“Good job!” Cinnamon exclaimed, as Robert pulled the fish into the boat.

As we continued fishing, Cinnamon got something on her line.

“Help! I can’t pull it in,” she called out, her voice panicked.

“Did you have a fish?” Robert asked, rushing over to help her.

“Yes, I’m sure I did. It jerked and pulled a couple of times,” Cinnamon replied. “I got a couple of pulls in, then couldn’t pull anymore.”

Robert expertly freed the line, and Cinnamon pulled in her catch. It was a large, gray, roundish-shaped fish.

“What is it?” I asked, as Robert examined the fish.

“This is a trigger fish,” he replied. “Let me show you why.”

Robert demonstrated how to trigger the fish’s large spine, and Cinnamon and I took turns trying it.

As we continued fishing, the weather started to look ominous, the sky darkening and the wind picking up.

“We have to go in soon,” Robert said, pointing out to the south.

“Let’s go in now,” Cinnamon replied, her voice worried.

Robert started the engine, and we headed back to the dock, our lines wound up and our catch secure. As we approached the spot where we had dropped the fish traps, Robert slowed the engine.

“Look!” he exclaimed, pointing towards the east end of the island.

As we neared the spot, Robert spotted the makeshift buoys and came alongside one of them. He pulled it in, and inside the trap were a couple of fish and 4 crawfish.

But as he pulled up the second trap, his expression changed from excitement to fear.

“Get back!” he shouted, as a moray eel poked its head out of the trap.

Cinnamon and I moved away, as Robert carefully pulled the eel into the boat. He expertly dispatched the eel with a hatchet and a knife, and we breathed a collective sigh of relief.

As we headed back to the dock, the sun was setting over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water. It had been a day I would never forget, a day filled with adventure and excitement, and a reminder of the beauty and danger of the ocean.

Cinnamon stepped out of the bedroom, a vision of beauty with her long red hair cascading down her back and her breasts on full display.

“I’m taking a shower,” she said, heading towards the bathroom, her confidence and sensuality radiating from every pore.

I followed her into the bathroom, my eyes drawn to the water cascading down her body as she stood under the showerhead.

“Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief, before spinning around and heading back into the bedroom.

I chased after her, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with her in the shower.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s a compliment,” she said, her voice husky with desire, as I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain behind me.

The water was warm and inviting, and Cinnamon’s body was a feast for the eyes, her breasts and hips perfectly proportioned.

“Your staring,” I replied, trying to play it cool, but my eyes were drawn to her like a magnet.

Cinnamon laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine, and leaned in to kiss me, her lips soft and inviting.

“I can’t wait to get your…eel inside me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire, as she reached between our bodies and began to caress my penis.

I felt a surge of excitement at her words, and my body responded eagerly, pushing against her thighs as I kissed her back.

“Char, is that you?” Cinnamon called out, but there was no response, just the sound of the shower and the water cascading down our bodies.

Cinnamon pulled her mouth away and whispered into my ear, “I’ll wash your hair since it’s already wet, if you wash mine after.”

I agreed, and we switched positions, Cinnamon wetting her hair and then turning her back to me.

“I’ve had enough water on my back,” she said, her voice husky with desire, as I began to shampoo her hair, my hands moving from her head down to her lower back.

Cinnamon moaned appreciatively, her body relaxing under my touch, and I couldn’t help myself, my hands continued down to her ass cheeks, kneading them gently.

“Can we switch positions?” she asked, her voice husky with desire, as we turned around and I moved my back to face the water.

Cinnamon slid up my legs, wrapping hers around me, and I reached for her breasts, squeezing them gently as I massaged them.

“I want you inside me before you cum!” she said, her voice husky with desire, as I inserted two fingers into her and began to caress her love button.

I felt a surge of excitement at her words, and my body responded eagerly, pushing against her thighs as I began to thrust inside her.

Cinnamon’s phone rang, and we both paused for a second, but then ignored it, lost in the moment, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

“I’m almost there,” I said, my voice husky with desire, as Cinnamon’s body began to clench around me, her vaginal muscles tightening in anticipation of my release.

“Keep going, hard and fast,” she said, her voice husky with desire, as I increased my pace, our bodies slamming together in a frenzy of passion.

I shot my load inside her, Cinnamon’s body clamping around me like a vice, and we lay there for a moment, our bodies still entwined, our hearts pounding in unison.

“We should get out of the tub,” Cinnamon said, her voice husky with desire, as I slid out of her and we both began to dry ourselves off.

Cinnamon went to wash our clothes, and I sat down in the living room, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

“I’m going to listen to the message on the machine,” Cinnamon said, heading into the bedroom, and I heard her come out a few minutes later.

“Holly invited us to dinner tonight,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eye, as I replied, “Sure, they’ve been so helpful.”

Cinnamon called Holly, and we got dressed, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for the evening ahead.

“Do you have a copy of the playboy you were in?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me, and Cinnamon’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she replied, “Yes, I do!”