First Time
by: All
My parents would roll over in their graves, my brothers know and think I'm a little strange, my kids now know about my "other" life, as do a few people who work with me. Most others just know I went to a nude beach in Jamaica.
It was April of 1994, I was five months divorced and looking to get away from familiar surroundings, be to myself for a few days doing what I wanted when I wanted, and to lie in the sun and RELAX. I picked an all-inclusive resort that had a nude beach because I thought I might give it a try--hell, I was a thousand miles from home and nobody I knew would see me. I figured if something ever came up in conversation I could say "been there--done that."
Well.....A FUNNY THING HAPPENED TO ME ON MY TRIP TO JAMAICA. After being approached TWICE to buy marijuana in the Montego Bay airport, and a wild hour and a half drive, I arrived at the resort (Hedonism II), got settled, had a couple of drinks, ate supper, and walked around the grounds to see what was where. A few more drinks, a good night's sleep, and I was ready for whatever was to come--or at least I thought I was.....
The next morning I made my way to the beach but it was early and not much was going on....I wandered down to the nude beach and it was already starting to come alive. I wandered for another hour or so, sandwiched breakfast between my wanderings, and went back to the beach. There still wasn't much activity in the "clothing" section, but the nude beach was pretty full by then. It was DECISION TIME....I took off my drawers---thought I'd just 'hang out' awhile, have a couple of drinks, sit with my legs crossed--or lie on my tummy in the sun and be inconspicuous.
But these people without clothes were friendly and outgoing, and drew me into conversation. They were from all over the world, various professions and with varied interests--but ALL in harmony with one common thread--namely no threads at all....(maybe our national and international leaders could learn something of 'material value' at a NUDE World Summit!!---except for Clinton maybe…….)
I uncrossed my legs, lay on my back in the sun, and was more free from stress than I'd been in several years. (Ain't it amazing the weight that can be lifted from one's mind by simply removing one's clothes?)
The people inhabiting the "prude' beach were largely a younger crowd with fashionable bathing suits and intent on impressing each other with their physiques, their wit and their 'maturity.' (They did a good job of "covering up" their insecurity.....).
The long and the short of the Jamaica experience was a matter of substance--the nudists had it--the others had expensive bathing suits. (What a revelation!!--clothes don't make the man, or woman.....wish I'd spent less money on my vacation wardrobe.)
The whole experience left me wanting to jump in the air around foreign cars and shout "ooohhhhhhhh what a feeling".