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I am struggling a little with the cold in this country, but I’ve only myself to blame; it doesn’t help to go jetting off to Jamaica where it’s in the 80’s every day and arrive back to sub-zero temperatures. It’s still very pretty here though, in a different sort of way; blue skies and snow-capped hills surrounding Kendal at the moment. Hmm, I think I prefer blue seas and constant warm weather though. Maybe I’d get bored with it eventually, but probably not.
I know no-one wants to hear about my holiday, but I can’t not mention it can I? There’s not a great deal to tell though, it was all about rest, relaxation and recharging, so we spent most of the time lying on the beach and swimming. I really got into the swimming, every morning and afternoon, sometimes for hours at a time. The Caribbean is so warm, so clear, and most days as calm as a lake; absolutely wonderful, and so refreshing. Our resort had two beaches, one which was adult only and clothing optional. After our first day on the main beach and finding ugly white triangle bikini marks on our boobs we decided it had to be the adult beach from then on, and clothes were duly discarded. Bliss. Swimming became even more fun and reached new depths of refreshment.
We had an all-inclusive deal, meaning all we could eat and drink, and use of non-motorised water sports. Kayaking was too much effort for me, and we didn’t bother with the glass-bottomed boat trips, but we did go snorkelling one day which was fantastic, like being inside a huge tropical fish tank. Otherwise it was eat, drink, sunbathe, swim and tart ourselves up every now and then. Oh and get chatted up every day, literally. I think Jamaican guys must like older women, we were very popular with them, and also with the group of American guys who were staying at the resort next door and would wander over to our beach every day to watch the sunset and talk to the two European girls. Apart from us two, most of the time our beach was deserted, we were lucky to be there at a very quiet time, so it was all about peace and tranquillity, but with a little excitement thrown in here and there…
Having settled in and developed a bit of a tan and had daily offers from young, charming, fit Jamaican men, I started to ask myself why I was being quite so coy. So when yet another guy approached me, this time sailing up to the beach on his fishing boat, I chatted for a while, realised that not only was he young, good-looking, stylish and sexy, but also had a sense of humour, I agreed to meet him the next day for a trip on his boat. I think by this time I had got more used to chatting to guys whilst I was completely naked, and I guess on a nudie beach with nothing left to the imagination, people’s first thought is probably not going to be, "That’s a guy isn’t it..?"
I knew this chap hadn’t read me, in fact Gillian and I were getting used to that too, in a nice way. I don’t think we got read much at all throughout our holiday.
So after making sure I had dilated well that morning (!) I went off to meet him at the landing point. He was waiting for me out to sea and chugged up alongside me with a big smile on his face. He helped me into the boat and away we ventured, on the beautiful, turquoise Caribbean, to where exactly I knew not.
I'm having to think carefully about how much detail I go into here, but this is my diary, which I have chosen to share with this community, should anyone care to read it, my mum being a part of this community. Ah well, she’s very broad-minded, probably more so than some others here…
First port of call was a secluded little cove with a little bit of beach. It was lovely, a very romantic setting. We stayed on the boat, and romance ensued…
He was considerate enough to take precautions, so even though I had come prepared, I thought that was good of him.
Although the cove was secluded and hidden from any possible viewers, it was also known to other locals, one of whom dropped in on his jet-ski, with two American girls on the back. Lucky him eh? After a brief exchange in unintelligible Jamaican Patois, something along the lines of, "Sorry guy, just passing by…" I was told by my new friend, he whizzed off and one of his passengers shouted to me, "You go, girl!" Had to smile, my legs now lowered from my mate’s shoulders. Oops, that’s far too much detail. Sorry mum, but I really don’t plan to make a habit of this…
Fishing boats are not the most comfortable place for this sort of activity, so we decided to find somewhere else. We sailed round the back of a small, uninhabited Island, and found a secluded beach. He dropped anchor, we waded from the boat, and found a nice spot on the beach under a cotton-seed tree where I laid my giant beach-towel. Told you I’d come prepared.
Much more comfortable. You can imagine the rest. White Jamaican beach, gentle sea lapping on the shore, blue sky, warm sun shining, two people alone on an island…
I know, it’s disgraceful isn’t it? I should be ashamed of myself shouldn’t I? I’m not though. It was an experience and I certainly don’t regret it. Would I do it again? Maybe, maybe not. In fact he wanted to spend the rest of the holiday with me, but I said no. I couldn’t be bothered with all that, nice as it was, but it was a one-off, and not the reason I was there. So I had to turn him down and I could see he was genuinely disappointed, but I’m sure he would have just gone up the coast and found someone else the next day.
I’ve gone through most of my life feeling somewhat undesirable, so even if it was a bit fickle his desire for me was unmistakable. I mean, really, and I have to admit that was kind of nice. And it was nice to be chatted up every day by other locals and tourists alike, English, German, American…
And it’s made me realise that I’m not so hideous as perhaps I once thought. That my tall, athletic (i.e. gangly) figure with an out of place little fat tummy, slightly flattened now by all the swimming, may not be a typical womanly figure; I may not be curvaceous and voluptuous but I can still appeal to men, with and without clothes.
I’ve no plans to become promiscuous, some may think I already am, but I’ve also no plans to spend the rest of my life lonely and undesirable.
The episode with my Jamaican boy was not a major part of my holiday, despite being a major part of this blog. We met a lot of people, we had a great time, and the place was lovely. I’d like to go back, but anywhere warm would do right now.
Pre-op, I never would have gone on a beach holiday, in fact I never went on any holiday during my RLE, and had been abroad only once or twice in the last 20 years. Maybe I’ve realised that the world is my lobster. I’d certainly like to see, and experience more of it.
Watch out world, here I come.
xx
