OchoRios - First trip to Jamaica

[Caligirl2002]

Re: OchoRios - First trip to Jamaica

Originally posted by Marilyn:
[qb] Bandana
She sent it to you by e-mail. check your e-mail
Tonks Angie.....mi need Paul's Daddy [/qb]

Dear Marilyn...me to please [img]/forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif[/img]

PULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[Caligirl2002]

Re: OchoRios - First trip to Jamaica

Originally posted by Classy:
[qb]

Originally posted by HitMiWidMusik:
[QB(((OchiGal))) how cum mi not meet my paul when i was there wit you [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img] [/qb]

Hitmi you'll find your Paul on your upcoming trip [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img] . We'll both find our PAULS. LOL LOL [/QB]

GIRL I am ready...bring it on...LOL [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[Desire79]

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Thank You Dollbaby...for this trip report...it reminds me of my second trip (I was underage on my first trip)... I met my Paul as well..i'm just wondering how many Paul's are there...:-)

My sweetie now is American born..but both parents are Jamaican...but i'm moving to Jamaica in July so this shall be interesting...cause i know EXACTLY what your talking about..except my Paul experience was on the beach during sunrise...have to stop right there..i'm considering politics one day.

Anyways i'm sure i'll be blowing this board up when i do move....looking for support!

Keep it coming Dollbaby

[Desire79]

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OOPS :-( Sorry Dollybaby..i seem to have left out the "y"..my apolgies! To caught up in thoughts of Jamaican Men!

[SweetLips]

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HOLY SMOKE! After Marilyn finished reading the last installment of this Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet trip to me and the PM from Angie regarding Jamaican men...Marilyn, in her smooth southern way, expected me to go back to work....don't EVER let Marilyn read this type of detailed, blow by blow report to you over the phone, because even though she doesn't make sound effects, I swear I could feel that hot breath on the back of my neck when she got to the part that recounted the "baby baby come to me" sweet encounter our Babaydoll has been having.....so as I slid out of my chair and wiped the drool off my face, I couldn't wait to get home and find more more more [img]/forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[mollyss]

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I just read this whole thing...at once. I've been there and all I can say is good luck! I'm no longer "with" my Paul because the distance became too much (Stella had it sooo easy, plus she had money), but we're still friends.

[hannahcommunications]

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Dollybaby this trip report had me howling. You really have the knack for writng...this report hardly needs pictures.

Look forward to the rest,

SAM

[Classy]

Re: OchoRios - First trip to Jamaica

Dollybaby see what you started??
Every woman that reads this report is gonna be goin to Jamaica in search of a "Paul". Guarantee. Wait till you read future trip reports-we're all gonna be using the name "Paul" as an alias for our Ja'can men [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[gwen1996]

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dollybaby where are you...we are all waiting for some more

[Shortee]

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Marilyn,

I'm trying to make it, these freaking air prices are NOT Budging!! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]

[dollybaby74]

Re: OchoRios - First trip to Jamaica

I lay there thinking, is this the part where he tells me thanks very much, you can get your clothes on and leave now. I’d be mortified. I look over at him and try to read his thoughts. I can’t read him. He sees me looking and leans over and kisses me. He says “Close your eyes, let’s sleep now my dollybaby”. He puts his arm around me and holds me. I let out a sigh of relief. I ask “Why do you call me dollybaby”? “Because I want to play with you and then take you to sleep with me”. We sleep.

I awake to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He sits up and answers it. He is speaking in patois so I can’t understand what he’s saying. He gets off the phone and tells me it’s Larry, we’re going to meet him at Margaritaville. “What time is it”? I ask. “12:30”. He says. Danielle and Olivia are probably freaking out now that I’ve been gone so long. I ask him for a mirror. He finds me a mirror and a comb. I look in the mirror, look at that hair. I have to laugh. Every morning when we’d wake up at the Grande, my hair would all over the place. Olivia would tease me by saying, you’ve got some JHS hair happening. (Just had sex). If she could see me now. Finish fixing myself up, Paul squirts himself with cologne, and squirts me too. (I didn’t wash that shirt for months because it smelled just like him). We leave his yard and start walking on the road down the hill. I don’t know why, there is nothing significant about this moment, but it is a vivid memory for me. The sky seems so jet black and the moon so bright, the palm trees that lined the road were dense and huge. About half way down the road a car comes barreling towards us, by habit I jumped to the right pulling him along with me to get out of it’s way. Of course the cars drive on the other side of the road and it came so close to hitting us. He pulled me to the left so hard to get out of the car’s way I almost fell over. Ooops, my bad. He hails down a cab and we head back to the Grande so I could change. He waits out in the front while I run upstairs to change. I’m up there a good 20 minutes, no sign of Danielle or Olivia. Oh well, I walk out the door to go meet him downstairs again. I am walking down the hallway when I see Danielle and couple of security guards pushing Olivia in a wheelchair, she is unconscious. I panic. “What happened”??? I say to Danielle. She rolls her eyes. She drank a tad too much and passed out cold on the golf course downstairs. She makes a THUD sound for emphasis. The security guards roll her into our room and move her from the chair to the bed. She is vomiting and we roll her on her side so she doesn’t choke. Danielle said Pete was downstairs waiting for her to come down. Guess neither of us are going out tonight. I’ve been gone about 45 minutes now, I run downstairs. I see Paul is talking to Pete and he already knows what happened. I tell him I’m sorry but I can’t go out to the Margaritaville tonight. He says that’s OK, kisses me good-night and says he’ll call me tomorrow. I go back upstairs and change again into my pajamas and sit on the bed. Danielle looks at me. I can’t look at her. She gets in front of me to look me in the face. “SOOOO”??? “What happened to YOU??? Olivia swears you must have had sex with that guy since you were gone so long”. I hang my head in shame. “You didn’t”!!!!! She says. Silence. She says “Well, since we’re all confessing……” My eyes wide I turn and look at her. She tells me about her and Pete yesterday on the buffet table while the workers were cleaning up around them. You’ll have to ask her for the details because I can’t even begin to write about that one. We lay down and go to sleep. I am feeling horrible now. What have I done? For what, a one night stand, OK maybe a two night stand if he still wants to see me tomorrow. I eventually stop dwelling on it and go to sleep.

Day 7 – Sunday – Last full day (we leave tomorrow morning).

Wake up. I look over at Olivia, she is still in the same position that we left her in. Panic again, hope she’s alive. I go over to check on her, she is breathing. About a half an hour later she gets up, feels fine, and asks what happened last night. Danielle fills her in. Do our same daily morning routine, swimsuits, breakfast, drinks, beach. We lay out on the beach determined to get a little bit darker before we leave. This is it. Last day in paradise, back to reality and cold winters. We are laying there, sipping our drinks, and we hear a call from the ocean again. Yep, it’s Anthony. He’s waving for Danielle to come out. She swims out to see him. She’s been out there a long time, about 45 minutes now. Olivia is squinting over to see what she is doing. “Is she…..”? I squint too “Nah…” I say. Olivia says “Yes she is, look closer”. Sure enough, there is Danielle bobbing up and down with Anthony.

OK, now before you all go sending PM’s to Danielle with messages like “you know girl, I know a really quaint place that you’d enjoy next time you are in Jamaica, it’s called Hedonism…..” keep in mind Danielle has only been with one man. In her entire life. Ever. Before Jamaica that is. Get her to tell you how she got busted when Anthony and Pete found out about each other later this evening. (I wasn’t around).

I shrug my shoulders and lay back sipping my drink. Nothing fazes me anymore. I don’t know how much longer Danielle was out there but I left to go to take a walk around the resort to clear my head. I ended up heading back to the room and just laying there thinking about everything. A couple of hours later he calls. “Hi dollybaby”. “Hi”. “I missed you”. “Me too”. “When can I see you”. “How about an hour”. “Alright, see you then”. “Bye”. During the time I was getting ready the phone rings and I answer “Hello”? “Hi, this is Paul’s friend Larry”. “OK”. What do you want I’m thinking. “Remember me? I’m the good dancer who was at M’ville with Paul on Wednesday”. “No sorry, I don’t remember you”. “You don’t remember me? I was dancing with your friend with the blonde hair”. I cover the mouthpiece “Danielle, do you remember dancing with some guy who claims to be a good dancer on Wednesday”? “No”. “Here, you talk to him”. Danielle takes the phone. “Hello”? “No I don’t remember you. Nope. No. No. Nope. You want to talk to Olivia? OK, hold on”. Olivia gets on the phone. They arrange a date for tonight. I finish getting ready and I head downstairs. He is waiting there and when I approach him he hugs me rocking me back and forth on the sidewalk. “I’ve been waiting to see you all day”. He says. He takes my hand and we head down Main Street. Places and streets are looking familiar to me now. I now can’t see why I once thought it looked scary. People are so friendly, we pass by a lot of folks I met yesterday through him and they say hi. It’s dark out now. We pass the clock “Wanna play pool again”? he asks. “Sure” I say and we turn onto James, through the alley and we go to the Marine View again. Today I lose. He seems to feel bad about that so he comes over and hugs me. Don’t feel bad, I didn’t when I whipped you yesterday. We leave and grab some drinks from the store. We stop into a small hotel next door to Sandals, his friend Larry works there (yes the one that is going out with Olivia tonight). He talks to him but I don’t understand what he’s saying, funny how he can turn that patois on and off. I ask Larry what time he’s meeting Olivia. He says he’s been trying to get a hold of her again but there is no answer. Larry wants to give me a tour of the place in case I want to stay here next time I come. I think about that, will there be a next time? He shows us some rooms then takes us down the small beach. Paul is behind me and puts his arms around my waist and leans his chin on me shoulder, he rocks me back and forth. Larry says “I’ll leave you lovers alone” and takes off back to his office. We find an unoccupied room and sit out on the verandah. He takes my hand. We don’t say anything for awhile, we just look out onto the beach. He then says “I’m going to be so weak when you leave tomorrow. I’m going to be alone again”. I say “Don’t worry, I’m sure there will be a whole new shipment of tourists this week”. Ouch. Maybe I should have left that alone. He gives me this LOOK and says “How can you say that”? He turns to me and says “I have NEVER in all my life met someone as sweet and beautiful as you”. Heart does a flipflop. I want to believe him, but I know these Jamaican guys are smooth. We leave the hotel and walk around again. Ring. Ring. He answers his cell phone “allo good night” (that cracks me up how do you say good night when you answer the phone). It’s Larry, he’s going out to pickup Olivia and tells Paul where to meet them. We walk there and wait. There is a little drink bar with a stereo system blasting music. He starts to dance. This is kind of silly, dancing out in the street. But heck why not, so we dance under the stars right there with people walking by and all. Zoom – there went Olivia and Larry flying by. Paul runs out and waves his hands to flag them back. The cab backs up, me and Paul get in the backseat with Olivia. Larry is in the passenger seat. I introduce Paul to Olivia. Olivia whispers to me “I’m so glad we found you, I thought he was going to take me somewhere and kill me”. I laugh, that sounds familiar. “Where is Danielle”? I ask. “She went out with Pete”. We go to the Strawberry’s club (yes the same place we bolted from yesterday). Not many people there but we have fun. Paul talks to a couple, the girl asks me when I’m going home. And it’s hitting me now. It’s about 10:00 at night and we have to be on the bus tomorrow morning at 9:00. “Tomorrow”. I say. She says “Tomorrow”?? “Yeah”. She sticks out her fist and bumps it with mine. I have made a friend. We dance, I’m getting good at this wining business now. But not as good as Olivia, I look over and she’s got both hands on the floor and is getting busy with the self-proclaimed “dancer” Larry. While we are dancing, Paul says “You’re not getting on that plane until I make love to you one last time”. And this time I say “It’s about time you said that”. We stay and dance at Strawberry’s until about midnight and then we leave. Get in a cab and return to the hotel that Larry works at. Larry opens one of the room doors and says we can stay here for awhile. Hmm…now I know why he wanted to come talk to Larry. Before we walk through the door I notice Larry and Olivia entering the room next door. Oh, not her too. The three of us are going to seriously need to start going to church when we get home. We make some crazy love like there is no tomorrow, because there is no tomorrow. After, I just lie in his arms. How can I just go back to life as it was now? I hear a knock on the door. It’s Olivia. I throw my clothes on fast, the less people that know the better. He’s laying in the bed and I pull the covers up to his neck. He looks at me like ‘as if she doesn’t know’. I open the door. She says, “Larry says we have to go now”. Oh God. This is it. We get in the cab and Paul is holding me so tight and he is pressing his cheek against mine. We don’t say a word. When we get back to the Grande, we try to sit on the beach. But as we’re walking through the lobby the security stops us, looks at Paul and says “Uh-uh”. So we sit down in the front of the driveway of the resort. He leans over and lays his head in my lap and wraps his arms around my thighs. This is the most horrible feeling I have ever had in my life. We say nothing. The whole week flashes through my head. I remember the three of us getting off the bus not knowing what adventures lie ahead, I remember rasta man and psycho Kevin at Margaritaville, I remember 3 girls staying up late at night giggling and telling stories, I remember the first time Paul looked at me when I met him, when we danced at Amnesia, the first time he kissed me under a sunset, lovemaking in his room and I almost lost it. Larry tells him it’s time to go, the cab’s been waiting. I kiss him for the last time and say good-bye. Olivia and I go back to the room. I cannot say anything to her.

Day 8 – Monday

We are up early at 7:00 packing. Paul calls me at about 8:00. “Hi baby”. “Hi”. “I just wanted to tell you that I hope you have a safe trip home”. “Thanks”. He says “I love you”. I say to him. “Please don’t make this any harder than you know it already is for me. I cannot talk to you after today”. He says “Why do you say that?? You need to call me. I’ll always be here for you, I’ll always live in the same place, I’ll always have the same phone number”. If I call him, I will go crazy. I make a vow to myself that I’m going to leave everything here and not look back.

Our bags are packed and we roll them out to the lobby. I go out and take one more look off the balcony. Good-bye Jamaica.

I CALL HIM THE SECOND I GET HOME

[dollybaby74]

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This is the end guys. Thanks for lending an ear, I needed to get that off my chest. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

[tingalaya]

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[img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] wonderfull dollybaby, just wonderfull !!!
thank you dear lady for sharing your jamaica with us. i can now close my mouth, hahaha ahhh what a trip !!! also, thanks to your girls for letting you write the story..
to marilyn & queenb, what will i ever do without your stories ??? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]

[Caligirl2002]

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No, NO....please tell us about your last trip. The second one you went on. Puleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

Wow, you are an amazing writer. I can feel what you are feeling. That is how good this is.
Thanks again for sharing. I am sure you are so excited yet scared to death of this new adventure. ***BEST WISHES*** and be sure to keep us updated [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[Bandana]

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Originally posted by Classy:
[qb] Dollybaby see what you started??
Every woman that reads this report is gonna be goin to Jamaica in search of a "Paul". Guarantee. Wait till you read future trip reports-we're all gonna be using the name "Paul" as an alias for our Ja'can men [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] [/qb]

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I can't wait till you come home and tell us all about Paul, Classy! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

How many days left?? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]