Sex and Relationships

Jamaica Serves Sex on the Beach…in the Nude

Solo Adventure Turns Cold in the Tropics

By: Samuel Stepney

Almost exactly a year ago, my best friend hit me up. She was about to finish grad school and wanted to celebrate.

This woman has been my best friend since the 7th grade, so I tell her, “Pick a place and we out”.

When she eventually decided on Jamaica, I quickly bought my plane tickets.

As we get closer and closer to the Memorial Day weekend, one by one her friends begin to drop out, until it was just Rizz (my bestie), her mom, and I. Which was cool until she missed her flight, and just like that, my bestie’s vacay was turned into a solo trip.

Determined to have a good time, and attempting to follow my vacation motto “I am responsible for how much fun I have”, I created a list of all the events and well-known restaurants in Negril.  

During this time period, I was between girlfriends, so I was looking for a little extra something to get into. I happened to come across an event called “Mochafest” at a resort called “Hedonism II”.  

At around 8pm, I went to the front desk and asked Paulette for a taxi. When I told her where I was going, she shot me some well-deserved side eye and said, “Enjoy your night”.

As my taxi pulled up to the resort entrance and began to drive up the long winding road leading to the lobby, I began to understand how massive the space was.

I walked confidently through large glass doors, and inside this caribbean Caesar’s palace, my eyes met with a billboard-sized painting of Mona Lisa with her titty out.

It was $120 for an evening pass, which was justified in my mind since it included unlimited food and drinks.

Over the next few hours, I got to bond with a fivesome and many others at the dining room. I also went to a Beanie Man concert where I almost got stabbed, but that’s another story.

On our way back to the resort, on the bus, I realized that my near death experience had made me very hungry.

When we arrived at the resort, I walked straight toward the late night food area only to be confronted with a line about 50 deep; so, I hangrily got in queue.

About 10 minutes later, one of the women that got on the bus after me walked past with a plate of food. I called her over and asked if there was another location for food, to which she laughed in response and said, “Yeah! But, you have to go to the nude side.”

Up until this point, I had assumed that the nude side of the resort was a sectioned off beach or pool area for the old nudists, not a whole separate side of the resort. After a three-minute walk, I found my way to the entrance of the nude side.

There was a very large sign nailed to massive palm tree that made the repercussions of photography and video recording very clear.

After turning off my phone to avoid any kind of misunderstanding, I made my way through the clearing of palm trees and tropical plants, where I then became a pilgrim in the nudist land.

Slightly embarrassed, I put my head down and walked straight to the food line that I saw in the distance.

After waiting on the line for a couple minutes, a woman walked up to me and stepped right in front of my face with a smile.

She was about 5’4 slim, thick and chocolate , which was my preference. She looked me right in my eyes and said, “you know where you are right?” and I responded,  “Are you going to yell at me?”

She smiled menacingly and said, “Only if you want me to”. After I finished laughing, she looked at me completely straight faced and said, “I’m waiting”.

So, I began to strip. As each layer came off, she gently folded and laid them on the back of a chair nearby.

I honestly wasn’t sure if I was being bullied or seduced but I felt compelled to do anything that this woman told me to do.

Enough time now passed so that the nude bodies were becoming more normal to me, and the thought of looking at all the titties became less intrusive.

We sat by the pool and talked about everything that had happened over the course of the night.

Then one of the women that I had met earlier walked over to me and said, “I’m about to go back to my room, you’re welcome to join me if you want”.  

Holding back my drunken excitement, I answered, “I’ll keep you company”. So, I left my clothes and followed her down the road.

As we both walked back to her room completely naked, there was no confusion as to what was about to happen and my heart was pounding.

When she opened the door to her room. Her roommate woke up, said hello and had a brief conversation with her as she laid down on the bed.

I stood awkwardly by the T.V. until she called me over to the bed.

She went down on me as I inched my hand slowly between her thighs as her friend watched and played with herself. Some time had passed and she asked me if I had a condom.

I looked at her straight faced and said, “where was I gonna put it?” she shrugged and said, “I don’t have one”; I looked at her roommate hopefully, but she gave the same response.

As I was standing there with my friend waving in her face at full mast, she plainly said, “Well, I guess I’m going to bed. Hopefully, I’ll see you tomorrow.” and proceeded to pull the blankets over herself.

As I made my way back to where my clothes were, I decided that I was not going to come back tomorrow.

I ended the night with one last drink and called a taxi to take me back to my hotel room.

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