Here is our trip report, to the best of my recollection which is a bit hazy, wonder why?
Flight, no biggie, but Air Jamaica needs to fix the seats, four hours sitting on the seat frame due to OLD upholstery.
Arrive on time and by 2pm we are there, just as planned, hurray!
Those that had paid for a specific room type graciously waited for us with ROH to give our names, and we in turn waited as they were given their assigned rooms (thank you for your graciousness).
As first timers, we were finding Hedo to be exactly what we had expected, all the research paid off. Bags are whisked away as we are left to find our way to our Oceanview Nude room, cool. Asking for direction from the first person we see, we are both escorted to our room and asked if we have everthing we need. Ten minutes later, and we have more ganga than we can smoke in a week for $35 (it was vacation, and I didn't have the energy to barter any harder).
We head to the beach and by 3pm we are naked, basking in the sun.
We've been on nude beaches before, but Hedo has its own atmosphere as you well know, and let's just say the heat wasn't coming just from the sun. I head to the bar, with my first weighty decision of vacation, and probably as difficult a decision as I had to make all week, what to order. As I navigate to an open space at the bar, the woman next to me smiles casually and deciding that I'm just trying to order and not rub up against her (later, we haven't been introduced yet) relaxes and resumes her conversation. I place my order, and turning to look around, come face to face with a naked vision of loveliness and am struck speechless (I did just arrive). I regain partial composure and offer to order her a drink since I'm standing here, and introduce myself. Unfortunately, I was not to see her again (it was Saturday so she may have been leaving) and soon I am enjoying Contreau on the rocks (have to pace ourselves, so drank fancy liquours during the day and respectfully passed on the infamous purple jug).
Not sure how this is going to all turn out, expect the wife and me to relax into our new Hedo selves, but it can't happen fast enough. All the thoughts bump through my head that newcomers experience, "don't want to get an erection at the bar, how does my apparatus compare, I'm too fat, wish I'd spent more time at the gym, you look good for a man of 45, women have never complained before so no one is going to care except you and the wife (and she seems well-pleased), everyone is so nice, relax." And relax I did.
So after spending some time deciding which chairs and/or rafts were abandoned, we find a spot on the point and Pat gives me an affectionate pat or two (don't stop, she always could read my mind) and..., our first stalker (not already). We ignore him, I don't care, he's a nice looking guy, you'd think he could get a girl if he wanted (more on that later).
Naptime back at the room is divine, we immediately begin our routine which was: Breakfast then Beach by 10am, lunch, often at the grill, snorkel, swim or Kayak followed by more beach, then LONG nap from sunset until at least 7:30 every evening, dinner, drinks, dancing, hot tub/pool/hot tub, wander around, playtime at the room.
OK, so back to dinner the first evening, met back up with the great guys we had met on the bus, T&D, L&A, you know who you are, wouldn't have been the same w/o you.
Next morning on the beach, it's good to be alive. Smoke a little, drink a little, horny a lot, still a little conflicted about being horny on the beach, wanting to, worried about what others think, but rafting puts the desired distance to increase my comfort and again just RELAX, Ahhh feels so good, and that was before the hand-job on the water..., wait, not the same lurker as yesterday, paddle this way dear, oh no, he's following, paddle faster!! OK he's slowing down, let's relax, what's that in your mug? Bartender poured half a bottle of Drambuie my dear, on the rocks, nectar of the gods. Found out the Igloo insulated quart mugs were incredible, kept drinks cold all day, and waterproof.
Light cooling splashes of water you know where, back and forth, tender caresses exchanged, all right already, I need some relief. Oh, there's someone giving a hand job on a raft, look dear, she's giving him a blow job. Squint, don't stare, it's rude to stare, if I squint they will think my eyes are closed :-).
Ow, this is getting painful laying on my stomach, I better roll over on my back so my ... isn't crushed or chaffed.
Once again, Pat reads my mind, and I am soon relaxing to her gentle caresses and..., no, not the lurker again, and he is really close, and I could swear the only thing he is looking at is my manhood, must be my imagination, this is Hedo, and I read that it is strictly Hetero. Paddle, this way, turn the rafts 180 degrees in the opposite direction....
OK, he hasn't moved, relax, continue what we were doing, well, if you can call it being relaxed, Pat claims my toes were curled, and I don't doubt it, but more graphic version is for private release :-).
OK, the rest of the story is going to be in random order, because I can't remember the sequence of events, except that first night at the Piano Bar. Some woman is doing a fine rendition of an old classic tune from the 30-40's, she is in great voice, but the Karaoke wants her to go faster than she wants to sing. Seems like fun, but not active enough for our first full day, and we are about to leave, when I notice our lurker at the bar. He is a very nice looking guy, well-dressed in red pants rubbing up against another young man, I guess it wasn't my imagination, it wasn't my wife he was staring at. Also, at dinner that evening, I was playfully propositioned by Ray Ray, so I guess I'm doing pretty good on the amount of attention I'm getting, now if it was only from women :-).
More daytime shenanigans: All I can say, is that I have found new respect for hammocks, swaying in the ocean breeze, do whatever you want to me dear, I won't resist. Rafting/floating on the ocean, well one new position a day required for variety.
Brought a handful of inexpensive quartz, water-resistant watches I'd bought at a flea market, and handed them out as tips, and for barter. $15 and a $5 watch for some hash oil, it was worth a try and I liked it; and I offered one watch to a lobster fisherman, who after considerable conversation with his friends, offered me all four lobsters in his hand varying from huge to small. The small one was the tastiest, and the two middle ones were given to strangers now friends.
I had also brought a bunch of temporary tattoos and just laid them out on a beach chair. The naturally curious nature of hedonites soon created a line of new friends in various stages of tattooing, and each tattoo seemed to be going on in increasingly intimate body locations (oooh, this is so much fun, and no one seemed to mind that Pat did the guys and I did the girls). Those tattoos sometimes need a lot of gentle patting to remove the cover, and we must carefully clean the area before applying :-). People did enjoy sporting some very realistic looking tattoos.
Nightime Shenanigans: For the most part, the Disco was too techno for our tastes, so we never stayed long, except on PJ Night! I have to admit, I dress Pat. In a former career, I had run several clothing stores for men and women, and never lost the knack for knowing what looks good on someone, from color to style, and how to find the right look. I'd carefully selected my two favorite nighties for Pat to wear, and the one that for this evening I wanted to see her in, and (at least I think) she was hot. As we mingled at the disco, one very pleasant woman came up to Pat, and asked her to step aside for a private conversation. My imagination ran wild, and I went for a brief walk to give her as much room as she might want.
To make a long story short, clearly my imagination was the only wild thing at that particular moment as I learned when I later found Pat. It seems that this nice woman had some "very important" fashion tips for Pat in a negligee! :-) Too funny.
The mats next to the disco, heavenly, wrapped in each others arms, feeling the ocean breeze, looking into the starry sky, getting carried away (but not too honey, this is the prude side).
The hammocks below the beach bar on the prude beach at night, so nice, so nice, and dark enough that... (sorry details of that nature are again for private distribution only).
Toga Night, well I had never worn a dress before, but that night it felt pretty good. Pat had made us matching togas with short skirts, and well, they were short. Sometimes a little bit of clothing is just more sexy than none at all.
Hot Tub, well what can I say, it was alternately very HOT and Cold, both in temperature and ambience. Some nights too hot to stay in for more than a few moments, others not quite warm enough. Some nights the action was so inspiring, and others, well, let's start with the others. Our first night, we enter the hot tub, begin to sit down, when a rather unattractive man asks us "do you swing?" So much for the 30 second rule, he broke 3 seconds. And before anyone gets their hackles up about his being unattractive, attractiveness is more than just one's actual physical attributes, it's about how one carries oneself, presents oneself to others, mannerisms, etc., etc.. Pat graciously tells him "were not ready for that" the phrase we felt would be least negative but still clearly convey "not interested." This individual would continue to bump into us for three days in a row, literally bumping his float into ours on the beach one day when we were the ONLY people in the water at the time, . Only rudeness would make him go away, and being rude to someone at Hedo doesn't feel good, but it was necessary (what an idiot).
There were several occasions in the hot tub when we worked each other into a lather, and our exhibitionistic tendencies were leaving their latency period and emerging rapidly (or just as likely, the rest of the world just started to fade away). But, all too often some moron would touch Pat in the midst of an intimate moment, and we would have to stop for her to say no. And there was inevitably someone who would stand 12 inches away and stare (not an exaggeration). And one night when we were particularly relaxed, and decided we didn't care, some guy started masturbating next to us, occasionally bumping into my shoulder (that was just too much to ignore). With the exception of the first guy who followed us around for three days, all the other weirdoes in the hot tub were night pass guests. The night passes should be eliminated to keep out the riff-raff.
I do want to add that we still always felt safe, and more than once other people came over to create a buffer between the weirdoes and us, or tell them to go away on our behalf.
Continuing, after the hot tub, we generally went to the room for some additional fun, but I can't tell you about that here, sorry.
Finally, there were so many great people who shared their time and a small part of themselves with us, and you are the ones who made us feel so comfortable at Hedo, with our bodies, with our sexuality, and most importantly with our inner child. We did things we had only imagined before, we didn't do anything we later regretted, and we felt cared for and respected.
Thank You,