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She Took Me To Hedonism

A Romantic Trip With A Catch

By Jason Ray Morton Published 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 10 min read
She Took Me To Hedonism
Photo by Shifaaz shamoon on Unsplash

I wrote this in February and it’s about circumstances that lead me to a “free” trip to Hedonism.

I answered an advertisement looking for a traveling companion. It listed an all-expense-paid trip to Jamaica and five thousand for the week. I thought what the hell, a week in Jamaica and five thousand dollars to bring home after I was done. This was an opportunity I had been trying to find for a while but just as in real life, some things are too good to be true. I did, however, go on the trip because I needed the money.

Her name was Janet, Janet Krug. She was just turning fifty and wanted to treat herself to something special. Janet was recently divorced and down on the whole relationship experience after a twenty-year marriage came to an end. She took the husband for a small fortune in the divorce and wanted to splurge on a birthday trip she would never forget. We had met for coffee. Things went really well and I found her easy to talk to, easy to be around, intelligent, funny, and most of all attractive. Janet wore her hair down around her face and it framed her features well. She had tan skin and crystal blue eyes. It was easy to tell she kept herself in shape and every inch of her 36-24-36 figure seemed to be escaping the ravages of time.

She asked me if I knew anything about Jamaica or had ever traveled outside of the United States. Of course, as an almost thirty-year-old failing writer, I had yet to experience much of what this life has to offer. I had certainly experienced very little of the world, so far. After I told her I really hadn't done much traveling Janet showed me the pictures from her last trip to Hedonism. It looked like a beautiful place to visit and after reading through the pamphlet it sounded like a good time. She described her visit in great detail, sharing stories about the beaches, the snorkeling, the food, the local scenery, and the exciting days and nights. Again, it sounded like a lot of fun and I was already sold. So, I wondered, why was she selling me on it? All expenses paid and the cash when we got back. What was I missing?

"Well, I have spent the last years of my life with only one person. I'm not expecting anything out of it, but when I say companion, I was kind of thinking..."

"Whoa," I said it before thinking. Would it really be that bad if we hooked up while in Jamaica?

"Don't misunderstand me, I'm not expecting anything too intense. I just have one request."

I looked at her, across the coffee table, "What's that?"

Janet twiddled her thumbs and nervously looked around the coffee shop we met at, mustering up the courage to tell me. "It's a clothing-optional resort, and I was kind of hoping that you'd get into the spirit of the resort, more on the optional side."

I laughed out loud at first, leaving Janet feeling ill at ease. I could see how much she really wanted this to work out. After the story, she told about her divorce and how her husband left her for a twenty-two-year-old nurse, I imagined this would give her something to throw in the old mans' face when he argued about his alimony payments. Janet seemed like a real sweetheart. I asked her why this was what she wanted. Her answer made the resort sound much less festive if you are traveling alone.

"Because when I was there last time, everybody seemed to have a companion. It's not really a place for singles and with all the swinging and partying, a single gal can get lost in the mix," she explained.

Alright, in case you haven't guessed it, I took Janet up on her offer. She was really sweet and I felt for her, at first. I don't want to say it was sympathy or charity. She had been through a lot and was just looking to have a good time without all the loneliness that comes with traveling by herself. Janet was good for her word. She bought the tickets to Jamaica, paid for one of the luxury suites which had the most amazing view of the beach and the ocean. Right before we left, she handed me an envelope with the five thousand dollars in it, even running me by my bank on the way.

The first day we arrived was on a Tuesday. There wasn't a large crowd of guests, many coming for long weekends during the spring months. The sun wasn't too bright, which for someone who had never been to the tropics was good. I didn't exactly relish the idea of strolling down the beach with my goodies hanging out under a ninety-plus degree tropical sun. Janet put on a cute, black and blue wrap around before we headed down to the beach that first day. She could tell I was a little nervous, never having been to a nude beach before. At twenty-eight I was in good shape and didn't have anything to be ashamed of, or so she told me as I stood in front of the mirror, imagining going out like this. Then she handed me a beach towel.

"Wrap that around yourself until we got down on the beach," she suggested.

Ten minutes later, after passing through the lobby area, we were on the beach. I'll admit, it was kind of exciting, and unnerving. Walking around in just a beach towel was next to going the distance and strolling around in just the water shoes I brought with me. Janet was very reassuring as we made our way down the path and towards the sand. She grabbed ahold of my hand, holding it like we were a couple, as we got to the beach. Once we got down near the water, taking in the salty sea air, I took a minute, sort of basking in the morning sunlight. The clear blue of the sea was incredible to behold for the first time. Waters around Jamaica really are breathtaking. While I was standing there, looking out across the ocean, I felt Janet's body press against my back, her hard nipples sticking me in my shoulder blades. I could tell she wasn't wearing the wrap around anymore, as she rested her hands on my shoulders.

"Thank you for coming," she told me. "Having someone as good looking as you here, to enjoy this with me, was worth every penny. Even if you don't take off the towel."

As I said, she was the sweetest lady, yet seemed very lonely and in need of some fun in her life. As I looked around, I noticed that most of the women were either with another woman or they were with male companions, boyfriends, or husbands. The atmosphere seemed totally relaxed and I found myself feeling at ease. I turned to face Janet, staring into her crystal blue eyes and pulled my towel free. For the first time since we met, we were standing together, our bodies touching. Then it all seemed to change as I noticed myself getting aroused. It was enough of a reaction that Janet noticed it too, smiling like a schoolgirl as my stiffening cock jerked against her leg.

"Well, I guess I'm not doing too bad if I get that reaction out of you, especially being twice your age," she chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She put her finger to my lips, staring into my eyes as she pressed herself against me. It's alright, she told me, as she kissed me softly on the lips, her hand holding the back of my head. I couldn't understand, as our lips parted, what her ex-husband was thinking when he let this woman go. She was exciting, incredible and gorgeous.

She took me by the hand and we started to walk down the beach to the north end of the property. We walked and talked for an hour as we strolled along the edge of the water, playfully enjoying the sensation of the water rushing over our feet. Janet had been a teacher throughout her adult life, becoming a professor after teaching high school kids. She moved onto the university at thirty-five, wound up teaching literature, and becoming the head of her department. Janet seemed interested in me and what my plans were. We talked about my dream of being a writer and how bartending was just not my long term idea. She even showed interest in the idea of me writing. I told her about my first book and how I'd been working on it for a couple of years.

"I could help you with that, getting it off the ground I mean."

If the words too good to be true ever rang in my head, this was my too good to be true moment. How perfect was this? Janet, this awesome, intelligent and beautiful woman, who happened to be a literature professor, was offering to give me some pointers on my writing to help me get my first book published. I absolutely was going to take her up on the opportunity.

When we hit the end of the beach, Janet threw down the beach towel for us to just lay back on and get some sun. We laid there talking as Janet asked me all about my life. She told me she didn't want to dwell too much on her past, the fact that she had a hard time relating to men her age or that she'd essentially bought me just so she wouldn't be alone.

"You know, you're a good looking woman, accomplished, charming and easy to talk to," I told her. "If you'd come in and bought a drink at the bar, I easily could see myself hitting on you."

"Really!" she excitedly asked.

I reassured her, "Absolutely."

Janet kissed me right there, rolling over on top of me, kissing me passionately as she straddled me. I couldn't believe this was happening so fast. It might have been the fact that we were on a beach, or the romantic view, or even the salty sea air. Whatever it was, I was stunned and excited. I wrapped my arms around this lovely woman, pulling her body closer to mine. I was in a trance. Suddenly, I couldn't get enough of her against me as she pushed herself into me. Janets' hands on my body, her lips on mine, our tongues darting around, dancing against each other, had my manhood fully engorged. Janet knew it as well, as her hand slipped down, grabbing my cock at the base. She steadied herself, preparing to impale herself on my swollen member.

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

She put her finger to my lips as she opened herself to me. Slowly, Janet slid her way down the length of my hardened, erect, cock, until she was all the way down and against me. There we were, on this beach, in front of the most romantic setting in the world and this insanely attractive woman was taking me right there in broad daylight. I was loving every minute of it as I felt her wrapping around me, her muscles clenching as she bounced up and down on me. Janet kissed me, her hands on the side of my face, as her body bounced on me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly, as she made love to me. The longer we went, the more energized she became, and before long, I could feel her tensing up. Her breath became labored and she started grunting like a rabid animal before she clenched down on me, driving me over the edge as we both exploded into the most intense orgasm of my life.

When Janet rolled off of me, she smiled widely, resting her head against my chest. She looked up at me, her crystal blue eyes gleaming with excitement. We stayed that way, on the white sandy beach, for several minutes before either of us said a word. All I could think was that if this was the way the trip was going to be every day we were there, I was in heaven.


About the Creator

Jason Ray Morton

I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.

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