I can only compare our time at H2 as being akin to our sex life: It was
always very good but some experiences were better than others and really blew
our socks off. I will try to explain what I mean by chronicling our first day
at H2;
We learnt about H2 from the television programme shown here in the UK called
Pleasure Island. After lengthy discussion and much trepidation we arrived at
H2 late Sunday night hungry and exhausted. We managed to obtain a meal in the
restaurant which we were more than pleased with, then wandered around the
resort for quick familiarisation: Joyce then went off to bed while I, in all
innocence visited the infamous 'hot tub" for a ten minute wind down.
WOW! I eventually crawled into my bed at 4am only because I couldn't stay
awake any longer. Every five minutes I kept promising myself I would go to
bed, but that first night in the tub saw my lifelong sexual fantasies being
acted out and it made a happy man feel very old. A Foursome, two threesomes
and seven couples displayed their affections and passions for all to see and
made the status of being a 'WALLY" a noble art form. Wallies of the world
would have been proud of me that night. I can proudly boast of upholding the
best traditions of British wallies everywhere. My wide eyes and open mouth
must have intimidated anybody near me into thinking the village idiot had
broken free.
We awoke early refreshed and made use of the mirrored ceiling then introduced
ourselves to 'Charlie's" reputable omelettes: His friendly call of
"English"
every time we met quickly became the norm and appeared to be the pattern of
good natured and apparently sincere pleasure whenever we met any of the Hedo
staff.
After breakfast we went bob cat sailing promptly followed by the catamaran
cruise to Rick's cafe. Joyce had been learning to swim in anticipation of
this trip and the intense pleasure I derived from snorkelling together
holding her hand is a first and lasting treasured memory. I did the cliff
jump which unbeknown to me bruised my cheeks. This was the cause of many
'good natured"comments over the next few days about Englishmen and sore
bums.
Our insistence on wearing cloths to protect us from sunburn for the first few
days, even while we were snorkelling, brought forth many comments and became
a good means of introducing ourselves. It worked for us. The people we met on
the catamaran were brilliant and set the pattern of the attitude we were to
enjoy throughout our stay. The ladies introduced us to the three methods of
saluting 'Sandals" as we sailed by that shall remain indelibly printed on
my
mind.
We arrived back in time for the wet tee shirt competition. Now this proved to
be beyond any experience I have previously enjoyed and will take pride of
place in the memory bank. I promptly volunteered my services for the heady
office of being a 'Judge." Foolhardy as it may seem because of not knowing
what was demanded or expected of me. Joyce played the supportive wife of the
woman who knows she cannot fight against the lost cause of her husband's
obsession with 'Tits," and promptly took a back seat while her husband
proceeded to make a fool of himself.
The competitors were stunning, progressively more daring and outrageously
provocative. To crown it all, I was selected with three other lucky fellas'
to lick chocolate sauce off the breasts of the winner. An arduous task I'm
sure you will agree but somebody had to help the poor damsel in distress.
During this event, even though I was fully clothed and wore a hat, I suffered
sunburn to the back of my neck which Joyce took great pleasure in as
retribution for my dirty deeds. I'm sure she thinks I enjoyed it. I am
definitely a misunderstood husband.
We then came upon the nude volleyballer's that were looking for another
player: Much to Joyce's amazement, I stripped off without a second thought
and joined in. Now I must explain that neither of us had been to a nudist
resort before and we had discussed our reactions at great length before
agreeing to keep an open mind.
Joyce was adamant she would not go nude.
Now I was never in the boy scouts but seeing beautiful women with no clothes
on playing volleyball is not something I experience every day. I can honestly
say that my first game of volleyball in twenty years was not very good, but I
can, with due cause, claim to have been distracted.
At the volleyball we met our first couple who had introduced themselves to us
on the Internet before the vacation and developed the friendship. We made our
way to Delroys and much to my pleasure, Joyce went topless for the first time
in her life. We had worked out an alternative agenda in case H2 proved to be
not for us, but the sites and sounds and pleasures to be enjoyed at this end
of the resort kept us captive for the duration of our stay. I am proud to say
Joyce joined me in the hot tub that night which was an incredible turn on by
itself. Joyce never looked back.
I can boast of not embarrassing myself with a 'woody," but not of being
a
"Wally." I am a self confessed 'Breast" man and I can profess to
have seen
almost every natural and man made shape of breast at Hedo and never tired of
the variations on display. Thank you lord!I
I made the effort to record a brief outline of each day's activities because
if the first day was anything to go by, the fullness of each day would
kaleidoscope into a blur of pleasure lost in the fog of time. I'm glad that I
did because each day seem to get unbelievably better. I will not go on
relating events and new sensations because this report is likely to be read
only by the converted that already know where I am coming from. We met people
whom we hope will become lifelong friends. We shared experiences beyond our
previous imaginations. We will not even try to share our excitement with the
uninitiated. How can we relate the sites, the sounds and the joys of H2 to
all but a selected few? Trying explaining the 21 bum salute to commemorate
H2's birthday would, I suspect, be a lost cause.
Thank you all. It is our privilege to know you. May fortune allow us to meet
again.
We will return!
Yours Sincerely Graham & Joyce
e-mail jghjah@aol.com