Trip Report -- Summer 2003 Wet, Wild, and Wicked
The main thing I want to say about our first trip to Jamaica, Hedo, and with the WWW group is WOW!!! If everyone else had as much fun as we did, then a good time was had by all!!!
Our flight down July 26 on Air Jamaica out of Atlanta was nearly perfecton time and smooth all the way. There were several WWW attendees at the Atlanta airport when we arrived at the gate to board our flight, so we began getting acquainted with them even before we boarded. We had also been emailing a few of them before the trip and knew they would be on our flight.
The bus ride to Hedo from the airport was also very enjoyable, as we continued to get acquainted with those who flew down with us and others who joined us on the bus. I dont know about other buses, but many of us were sort of bonded by the time we got to the resort. Werent we, Steve and Miss San Francisco?
We checked in at Hedo around 1 p.m. and they sent us to the dining room to eat lunch while they finished cleaning our rooms. And sure enough, our room was ready by the time we finished eating lunch. Then, it was off to the room, off with the clothes, and out to the pool and hot tub.
The hot tub was full of folks. What a scene! We found Denny there in the hot tub, introduced ourselves, and I gave him a NBH and big kiss. Little did we know that our visit to the hot tub was only the beginning of a very memorable first day at Hedo II. After hot tubbing, we were leaving our room to go to dinner and the man in the room next to ours said You need a bracelet! He went back into his room and gave me a glow stick bracelet. Later, I was shocked to be talked out of my thong by one of our new friends, Paul. I didnt know that undies were a no-no at Hedo. Of course, I made Paul beg for it, and then he wore the darn thing around his neck for the remainder of the evening. He emailed me the other day and told me that he still has it.
All of these details may sound boring, but humor me here as I relive one of the most erotic moments of my life, OK? By the time we went over to the piano bar, all I was wearing was a one piece sundress I had ordered from Victorias Secret and my glow bracelet. Thats it. After a few songs and drinks, Dave The Peanis came up and got me (Im still trying to figure out how that happenedthat he picked ME out of all those women in that bar!!! I have several suspects!!!). Next thing I know, Dave is taking my hand and leading me down to the piano. I thought he was about to sing a song to me like he had already done for several other ladies. He asked me whats your name, where are you from, and then he said sit down and take off your shoes. I wondered why. Then he closed the lid on the piano and took my hand and told me to step up on his piano stool, and my face must have reflected what ran through my suddenly panicked mind---Oh shit!!! Oh, hell!!! Oh, God!!! Seems like somewhere way back in someones trip report I had read about this Hedo virgin ritual! I was still panicking while he explained to me how together the two of us were going to do his special song Piece By Piece. I said, But I only have one piece on! That didnt seem to matter. By then, lots of people in the bar had started yelling and whooping. Everyone who knows me at home thinks Im fairly reserved, not egotistical at all, and certainly not a show-off; however, Im definitely a can do person when called upon. As Dave started the song, I realized that resistance would be futile as well as embarrassing, and what the hell, I might as well handle this situation the best I could. The thought raced through my mind that most of the people in that bar had already seen me naked in the hot tub, or they would certainly see me naked before the week was over, so I just took a deep breath and basically decided to give it my best shot. Literally. My little glow stick bracelet suddenly became a piece which came off first and I tossed it to my beaming husband, then I danced a little bit, and I somehow conjured up my best innocent shy southern belle smile and I started the ultimate tease by letting my shoulder straps down one at a time, then back up, then both down, then flashed my bosoms, then covered them back up for a moment, just before pulling it back down all the way to my waist and wiggling out of that one piece dress. It fell to my feet. Then Dave made me step out of it and toss it out into the now screaming crowd in front of me. Dave had to really twist my arm to get me to dance some more up there naked with a spotlight on me! (Yeah, right! A suppressed fantasy was coming true and I was gonna stop? Yeah, right!) So I squatted down for a grind, then told myself what the hell, stuck my butt up in the air, and shook it at the frenzied crowd behind me. Then I turned around and bent way over and winked at everyone through my knees. About that time I noticed almost everyone in that bar was on their feet and almost berserk. I got a standing ovation! Dave said I think shes done this before! but honestly, I hadnt. No, really, I hadnt. It was just a fantasy that came true. There is no way to describe the feeling of just letting go and doing what you have only imaginedyou just had to be there. Steve was bursting with pride when I finally made it down off the piano. He kept calling me the Hedo Legend all week, when people would just walk up to me and start telling me how great I was. The many, many compliments I received the remainder of the week were wonderful, especially the admiration I received from all my new female friends. What a way to start the week!
This day will be remembered as our drinking day. We began our day in the dining room for a great breakfastgood omelets and other stuffthen proceeded to the beach and pool area for the remainder of the day. We spent quite a while on our float, drinking, then on the beach, drinking, eating grilled cheese sandwiches and cheeseburgers, then to the pool, drinking, then the hot tub, drinking, and all day meeting lots of people and being given all sorts of party supplies and things, because of course I was a celebrity from the night before. Later in the afternoon, a serious thunderstorm hit and we went back to the room for a little nap. Then we were off to the WWW welcome reception in the disco at 6 p.m and more drinking. Then we went to dinner and more drinking, and the piano bar again, and more drinks. We left the piano bar and went back to the hot tub, which was too hot, so we got in the pool. When I finally got Steve out of the pool, I had to lead him back to the room and help him up the stairs to the room.
Monday was wet t-shirt contest day and wear your patriotic colors night. Unlike the piano bar situation, I had planned ahead of time to participate in the wet t-shirt contest. I had decided that I would wear my patriotic colors all day (that is when I actually had clothes on!) You can guess how Steve felt when he woke up after all that drinking on Sunday. He was pale and in a cold sweat while I was getting ready for the wet T-shirt contest. I was really worried about him.
He insisted that I go ahead with my participation in the wet t-shirt contest, although I was so worried about him that I offered to stay in the room with him. He went to the dining room with me and it was very warm in there, which was making him feel worse. I got him to a cooler spot under the fans, something cool to drink and made him eat a little something and he started feeling better. Only then did I agree to go ahead and participate in the wet t-shirt contest. So I did.
I was one of about 20 ladies in the contest with some imaginative outfits. Again, I gave it my best shot, or should I say, I gave them my best shot! Danced, pulled down my red, white, and blue tank top under my boobs, and unzipped my shorts to reveal my red, white, and blue thong, which I proceeded to thrust enthusiastically in the faces of several men. I was not able to score enough points to win, mainly because I was really worried about Steve and kept checking on him in between the activities. But between the heat in the dining room and upon seeing me and all those other women in the contest (one of them rubbed her tits all over his face), he broke a major sweat, which started getting the poisons out of his system, and then he really started feeling better. He hung in there until the show was over, at which time I took him back to the room where it was cool and I made him take a nap. When he got up from the nap he was all better and able to make it to dinner, the pool, and the hot tub later. What a survivor! It was such a tough recovery process, but he made it!
After breakfast, we went on the WWW group nude catamaran cruise at 10:30. It was fantastic! Two catamarans loaded down with naked party people took us out to the coral reef for snorkeling and then to the Pickled Parrot/cliffs for more swimming and watching the crazier ones jump off a cliff into the water. The water was so clear and my snorkeling experience was truly inspirational, once I got over my nervousness (my first time to snorkel in the real ocean). The highlight of the catamaran cruise for me was a foot massage, except it was soooooo much more than a foot massage. There are no words to describe how wonderful that was. After the cat cruise, we went for cheeseburgers at the nude beach and spent the remainder of the afternoon at the pool and hot tub and the grotto.
Tuesday night was PJ party night in the disco at 11 p.m. Steve was all decked out in a tiny leopard-print thong, leather and chain ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs and a dog-type collar with a chain leash. I was pretty in pink and white ruffles and bows and body glitter, and a pink accessory bag full of toys. After the PJ party was over, we returned to the hot tub to cool off for a little while.
By this time, weve lost track of what day it is and are beginning to sleep in later and later each day after being out later and later each night. You kind of get into a little routine with breakfast, floating at the beach, the pool, the hot tub. Robert grilled some lobsters for us. Grilled, split lobster with melted butter and a plate full of french fries and pineapple vodka slush to drink. Yummy, yummy, yummy!!!!! Life is good. Later, we played Find Your Mate on the beach, a game where you get blind-folded and have to find your mate by feeling of specified body parts.
After a nap, showers, and dinner, we went on the private nude WWW nighttime catamaran cruise at 9 p.m. until midnight. The WWW theme for the evening was wear black and glow and everyone had glow sticks, necklaces, bracelets, and other body jewelry in various colors on in the dining room earlier that evening. This carried over to the cruise later, where we even saw some glow stick cock rings. It was pitch dark and the catamaran parked out on the ocean, but quite a little light show with all of those glow sticks bobbing up and down as almost everyone had a PDA or were dancing to the reggae music they were playing. The air was cool, and the sky was so clear and there were so many stars out that you could see the Milky Way. And Mars was out there, too! It was a sensuous cruise!
When we returned to the dock, we went to the dining room where they were setting out the midnight buffet (good eats!). Miss San Francisco was in there and grabbed Steve and kissed him and said What can I do for you that your wife wont kill you for later? Well, the result of that was that we walked over the piano bar and she sang him a song in front in everybody. Such a romantic song, too, Mack the Knife!
Thursday was our do something off the resort day. We hired a cab along with another couple and went to Negril to shop. Then we went to the straw market and Margaritaville and back to the resort. The beach, the pool, the hot tub, cheeseburgers, vodka pineapple slushes, and such followed.
That evening was the toga party. The dining room was so hot, Steve had come out of most of his toga within an hour. I made ours and went for the gladiator effect for Steve. He was Maximus Glutimous since his gladiator apron was open in the back and showed his entire butt crack. But it was made out of fake leather (vinyl) and it was hot and sticking to himmaybe well save those togas for a future Winter WWW trip.
Our last full day at Hedoso of course, we gotta make the most of it! We did it all, the beach, the floats, the hot tub, the pool, lobsters on the grill again (with French fries again), just the whole scene. We did body shots in the hot tub (fun!!!). We spent a lot of time at the pool bar talking with all our new friends. We exchanged old dirty jokes. We were even late getting back to the room to get ready for dinner. Made it to dinner and the entertainment for the night was a Hedo circus which was really better than I thought it was going to be. Then off to the piano bar for our last sing-along in there.
Booooo..Hissssss! Gotta go home today. We packed, ate breakfast, checked in with Air Jamaica, then went to the beach for one last look, one last cheeseburger, one last visit with friends before we left.
Then we had the trip home from hell. Bad weather, Jamaican holiday traffic, delayed flight, bad landing in Atlanta, hassle getting through customs and getting our luggage, and then one more getting to the hotel where our car was parked. We finally made it to the hotel around midnight, grabbed a bite to eat, slept, and drove back to Alabama the next morning. Very tired but happy. It was so much fun!
I think what I liked best about our trip was the attitude and outlook of our fellow guests, especially the WWW group. Everyone was into having a lot of fun and just relaxing and playing! There was an incredible amount of love and respect, too. We met lots of people like ourselves that we could forge wonderful lifelong friendships with if we only had the time and not so much distance between us! One week goes by really fast down there, doesnt it? I wish a week at work went by that fast. Oh, dear, it seems my DIF is setting in.
Thanks to those of you who have sent us your pictures of us. I want to thank those of you who gave us our little gifts and keepsakes, like our neat name necklaces (thanks Dave and Tracey), a penis straw (thanks Janet), and some party supplies (thanks Mike and Wendy and Chip).
Denny, thanks for all you do. Youre the greatest! We are so glad we learned about WWW and were down there with the WWW group. We wish we could have met and gotten to know everyone there, but there was not enough time. But we are thankful for all of you and hope to see you again! Of course, were going back next year!