Blacked in Goa

[surenoicl]

It had been a few minutes since she closed her eyes when she heard James talking. She slowly opened them and saw a man sitting next to James, talking. From their body language, she realized that they knew each other well.

She caught the man's attention and both of them looked at her.

"Hello... I am Jerome," the man said. Mira said nothing but smiled politely. He extended his hand towards her and Mira reluctantly shook it.

Jerome was a lanky guy. He too was black but a shade darker than James. Unlike her lover, Jerome had a head full of dreadlocked hair and a sparse stubble covered his cheeks. He smiled when he greeted her and Mira noticed that the new guy had yellow teeth unlike James, who had sparkling white teeth. Jerome reminded Mira of Bob Marley, but his voice was rough and deep.

Like many guys on the beach, Jerome wasn't wearing a shirt. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and flip-flops on his feet. His chest was covered with thick, black, curly hair which got sparser as her eyes went down. His legs too were skinny and his skin looked dry. He was a stark contrast to James. James was muscular, well-groomed and clean. Jerome was skinny and looked like a bum. Mira wondered how they were friends.

"Hey there... get a beer for ma friend aand his lady," Jerome called out to one of the waiters.

He got up and sat in the chair next to Mira. Mira was suddenly more conscious of her state right now with Jerome sitting so close to her.

James saw the confused look on Mira and said reassuringly, "We met last year when I was here. Jerome is a masseur and a real good one."

"Where are you from, Jerome?" Mira asked.

"Kingston Jamaica." he replied.

That explained his funny accent, Mira thought. "You're a tourist too?" she asked.

"Ya but I haav overstayed ma welcome," Jerome replied with a grin.

"Don't report him to the cops!" James interjected and both men laughed. Mira just smiled awkwardly.

Like every man on the beach, Jerome was ogling her. The others didn't make Mira feel awkward because they were at a safe distance. Jerome was right next to her and that made her a tad uncomfortable.

All three of them talked for a while and as time passed, Mira got a little more comfortable and let down her guard a bit. The beer helped with that too.

"The music here is too loud and irritating," James complained, referring to the loud Eurotrash music playing in the background. It indeed was loud; loud enough to make talking difficult without raising their voices.

"I have ma own shack down the beach. It's quiet there. Wanna come with me?" Jerome asked.

Mira glanced over to James apprehensively. Was he going to accept the invitation of a stranger? He did.

"Ya... That's a great place... It's quiet... Right in front of the water and comfortable. Hope you've got cold beer there," James said.

"Ya right mon... I haav it right der," Jerome replied with his regular toothy grin.

Mira was apprehensive about going to this stranger's shack but she was comforted by the fact that James was fine with going. She didn't voice any objections and silently accepted the plan.

James paid the bill and they started walking, just making small talk along the way. They soon had left the crowds behind them.

Mira looked back to see how far they had come. "Where is your place?" she inquired.

"Right over that hill." Jerome replied.

She looked at James and he nodded back reassuringly.

They walked to the end of the beach and reached a rocky hill. Jerome led the way up the hill followed by James. Mira held James's hand as he led her up the rough path.

As they reached the other side they saw his shack. It was indeed a beautiful place. The beach was small, maybe a few hundred meters long and very narrow. High tides would swallow up the entire shore. The beach was nestled between the rocky hill and the sea.

In the far corner of the beach was the shack. It was made of wood and raised on stilts to keep it above the rising sea. It had a thatched roof covered with dry branches from a coconut tree. Mira couldn't see anyone, which she found surprising being so close to the main public beach. She asked Jerome why.

"The rising waters keep people away," Jerome explained the absence of people. "It's like ma own private property."

They carefully walked down the hill and started towards the shack. Mira was in a way relieved that there would be no prying, hungry eyes on her here in this deserted area.

They slowly walked to the shack. Its stairs were made of wood, just like the rest of the structure. It had an open gallery at the front where a few lounge chairs were kept. A couple of tables stood in front of the chairs. Beyond the gallery was a room which was covered behind a curtain. Mira thought that was probably where Jerome slept.

They made themselves comfortable on the chairs and soon were enjoying the sounds of the sea and the cold beers that Jerome brought out.

Mira, a little hesitant till now, relaxed as she made herself comfortable on the chair. The place was amazing. The sea was much closer, and the cool breeze of the sea caressed her near-naked body. She rested her head back against the chair and let out a sigh. It was pure relaxation.

As she watched the waves crash into the shore, she was tempted to go into the water. The allure of the warm rushing water was too much for her to bear. She wanted to go in.

"I want to go in the water. Will you come with me?" she asked James.

"You go ahead. I'll join you after finishing this beer," he replied, showing her the half empty pint.

She nodded and stood up. She walked past Jerome and then went down the stairs and started towards the beach.

Both men sat in rapt attention, watching the petite Indian woman walk towards the water. Her ample buttocks swayed and flexed as she took each step forward. Her slender, beautiful waist swayed in time with her smooth straight Auburn hair. Their cocks twitched and they could feel their loins getting warmer seeing such a sexy woman in front of them.

They were undressing her with their eyes, though nothing much was left for imagination; the bikini hiding only her pussy and her nipples. "That's a fine woman, man," Jerome said thoughtfully.

"Umm...hmm..." James replied, sipping the beer but his eyes still drinking in the contours of her beautiful body.

"She's better in other things too..." James said, and looked at his friend knowingly.

Jerome grinned, knowing full well what his friend meant. He knew about James' adventures before this one.

Mira stood on the wet sand as a wave approached her. The wave crashed into the shore before fizzling out at her feet. The cold water gave her goosebumps all over her body. She slowly waded into the water till the waves reached her waist. She turned around to see where James was. She wanted him there in the water with her.

As she turned around she saw the most beautiful scenery she could have ever imagined. The rocky base of the hill gave way to a luscious green hillside. The hill was covered with a thick blanket of trees and sitting cozily on the hill was the shack. It was straight out of a fantasy world and she drank the wonderful sight in with her eyes.

James placed the empty pint on the table and got up. He looked down at his friend as he pushed his khaki shorts down before standing in his underwear.

"I'll see you in a while," he said and winked.

"I ain't going nowhere, ma friend." Jerome replied, saluting him with the bottle.

James smiled, nodded and got on his way.

Mira was elated seeing James walk down the stairs. She waved to him and he waved back. He strode confidently, as always, towards her.

Her heart fluttered watching her Adonis, the most spectacular specimen of a man walk towards her. Two days of sex with him had just whetted her appetite even more. His muscular chest, his bulging arms, those toned, sexy legs and the crown jewel that hid behind those tight jocks. The bulge in his underwear always gave an appearance that he had a boner, but she knew that the bulge was just his flaccid cock. His full erection would tent out obscenely.

He waded into the water and in a few moments and was standing right in front of her. Her radiant smile couldn't outshine the bright sun, he thought.

She splashed water on him playfully and giggled. James too, played along and soon they were splashing water on each other. Their dripping wet bodies glistened in the sun. They continued playing in the water, gleefully splashing water on each other. Mira felt as if her childhood had returned.

James lunged forward and embraced her. Mira tightly wrapped her arms around him in return. His hands moved to her butt and gave it a tight squeeze. Mira moaned in his mouth as they kissed in the water. Their tongues duelled and their lips smacked as the two lovers kissed under the sun. His hands moved under her butt and in a swift moved lifted her. Startled, Mira yelped but soon in an instinctive move wrapped her legs around his waist and continued kissing him. Grabbing her by the butt, her kissed her so passionately that she was lost in erotic bliss.

Jerome was watching from a distance, rubbing his hard-on from over his shorts. He had seldom seen a woman so beautiful and so sexy and was envious of James.

James was fully aware that Jerome was watching them. He broke the kiss and waved at him. Jerome sat up and waved back. Mira was taken aback by James' gesture. She wondered what he was doing? James beckoned him to join them in the water.

"Why do you want him with us?" she protested.

"I'm just asking him to come in the water. He is our host, isn't he?" James replied. Without saying anything further he went back to kissing her. The kiss blew away any apprehension Mira had, and she silently gave her approval.

Seeing James wave to him, Jerome instantly stood up and raced down the stairs and into the water near them.

He kept a respectable distance, not wanting to make Mira uncomfortable and stop their act. Mira was blissfully unaware that Jerome was standing near them. Her eyes were closed and lips were sealed with James.

Jerome was busy rubbing his hard-on under the water. Seeing James caress and squeeze her supple butt in addition to their frantic kissing was a tremendous turn on. Without caring for his presence the couple, filled with lust, continued making out and that scene just stoked Jerome's fire.

Mira felt a lingering presence behind her. She broke the kiss and looked back to see Jerome just a couple of feet away from her flashing his crooked tooth smile. She was a bit perturbed and before she could spell out her reservations, James pulled her back to kiss him.

As her mouth latched onto his, she was lost in ecstasy and Jerome's presence didn't bother her anymore. Their lips smacked and tongues rolled into each other's as their passionate make out session continued in the open.

Above, their mouths were clashing against each other and below, their genitals were rubbing against each other over their underwear. Mira could clearly feel James' massive erect organ sliding against her waiting cunt.

It was no surprise that Mira was massively turned on and wanted more... much more. She wanted to stop and head back to their room where she would allow James to take her in any which way he wished.

She broke the kiss and slowly whispered into his ear, "Should we go back to the hotel?"

"Naaa... What's the hurry? We have a lot of time." James replied.

She was a bit disappointed because she was hoping for a different response, but she thought this wasn't bad, kissing in the water.

James slowly eased her down on the ground and they started walking back to the shack with Jerome following. Mira was wet and horny and wanted more but she knew she'd get it in time. For now, she just went with the flow.

After wiping off their bodies, the three settled down on their chairs with another batch of cold beers. Like before, Mira relaxed again as the cold breeze flowed through her hair.

"You live here permanently?" she asked Jerome.

"No...Come by for a few months of a year and go back home," he replied before gulping down a sip of beer.

"Jerome is a masseur," James interjected.

"Ohh..." Mira replied.

"It's more of a hobby. Helps me get by when I am here," Jerome said.

"And he is good at his hobby," James laughed.

"You should try it once," Jerome interjected.

"Ya, I will next time, for sure," Neha replied. The sly smile on his face was discomforting and Neha felt it was time to leave. James though, was not interested in leaving so soon.

"What's the chance of us coming back? All of us will go our separate ways after this vacation is over," James argued.

"Yes, Neha. We might never meet again. And you don't want to regret losing the chance of a great massage," Jerome quipped.

Mira was clearly uncomfortable. Jerome, even if he was James' friend, was a total stranger to her. Apart from that, she was not comfortable having a stranger massage her almost in the open.

Mira hesitated but the men egged her on. They did not literally chase her but broke her resolve slowly. One smooth line here, a couple of jokes there would be followed by an attempt to convince her to get a massage. To help things along, they also handed her a new pint of beer as soon as she ran out of the old one. James knew her tolerance for alcohol was low, and she would soon be tipsy.

The men didn't leave out any chance to touch her. The touches weren't sexual or aggressive, but rather "friendly". A light touch to the hand, a caress on her arm, gentle squeeze to the shoulder. With each touch, each laugh, they managed to make Mira comfortable and shed her reluctance.

Jerome was eager to get his hands on this tasty Indian tart but knew for that to happen, patience was the key. James could see his friend eyeing Mira. He too was eager to make it happen.

Mira on the other hand was slightly turned on. Her make out session with James in the water had already done its job, and she was primed. Combined with the last couple of days of intense sex, Mira was now insatiable.

It wasn't long before the men had successfully persuaded her and she found herself lying on her stomach on the lounge chair. Her heart was beating so fast and loud, she could hear it. She was trembling in anticipation. James was still seated on his chair a couple of feet away from her while Jerome had gone to the back room to fetch the oil.

She turned her head to see James. He smiled at her and sipped his beer. Soon Jerome was back and kneeled next to the lounge chair. He took a generous amount of scented massage oil on his hands before slowly bringing them down to her back.

Mira shivered as she felt Jerome's sticky cold hand on her naked back. Her trembling skin soon broke out with goosebumps as his hand slowly circled her back. She simply closed her eyes.

Jerome's hands slowly moved in circles on her back albeit gently. He would start with the upper back and then slid slowly down carefully skipping her bikini string on his way down before stopping just before her butt. He knew she was falling under his spell but was also aware that a hasty move could ruin everything.

He could feel her goosebumps as his hands slid on her soft, smooth skin. Her sighs were audible. It was a clear sign she was enjoying it. After a few rounds of her back, Jerome slowly moved down, consciously avoiding her butt and starting from her upper thigh; his fingers stealing a few touches of her lower butt. He took his time, caressing and massaging her thighs and inner thighs, feeling the softness and the suppleness of her skin, enjoying this divine creation. Each of his gentle rubs, each careful caress was sending a shiver up Mira's spine. His hands were firm yet soft as he skilfully massaged her legs.

Slowly moving down her legs, he spent a generous amount of time on her calves and then her feet before starting his way back up. Again settling on her thighs, this time his hands focused on her upper area, precariously close to her vagina. In between the rubs, his fingers would steal a caress of her mound.

Mira shuddered visibly as his thick fingers gently swiped against her vagina. The bikini was flimsy and was more of an excuse to cover her privates. She could feel even the lightest of touches against her increasingly moist pussy.

Jerome was carefully reading her. Her sighs, whimpers and absolute lack of resistance was encouraging enough to move ahead. From her thighs, he moved his hands to her supple butt. He heard her inhale sharply and for a second thought she would object. He waited for a couple of seconds and on seeing no resistance, started moving his hands again.

A new wave of energy had swept through Jerome's hands as he went to work on her ass. He moved his hands expertly in circular motions, up and down and also took the liberty to squeeze and cup her butt. As he firmly squeezed and massaged her cheeks, he swiftly and expertly untied the string of her bikini but was cautious enough not to take it off. James was watching all this, sporting a massive boner under his shorts.

After he had his fill of her ass, Jerome then moved up her back before massaging her shoulders and arms. Gently pushing on her side, he asked her to turn over. Mira silently turned around. Her eyes were still closed. She was unaware that her bikini top string was loose and her bikini bottom was precariously positioned, barely covering her vagina. She was so lost in the sea of relaxation that she hadn't bothered to look at herself.

Mira was now lying on the chair on her back. Jerome tipped the bottle over her stomach and out poured a stream of thick oil. It filled her deep navel and overflowed on to her stomach. Jerome worked the oil overflow over her taut midriff.

James, who was watching, had sported a hard-on which was increasingly difficult to handle. He just wanted to pull his shorts down and release his monster out in the open. Not wanting to miss out on the action, James got up and walked to the chair. He took the bottle of oil and poured some of it on his hands.

Mira was confused when she felt two pairs of hands on her. She opened her eyes and saw Jerome standing near her. She raised her head to see James near her legs, massaging them. Relieved that it was James, she closed her eyes and again got lost in the sea of relaxation.

As if dividing her body amongst themselves, Jerome moved behind her head and massaged her upper body from her stomach up, while James massaged her thighs and legs.

Mira was now thoroughly enjoying the attention she was getting with the two men expertly massaging her body. But apart from relaxation, she could also feel her body responding to the touches and caresses. In the past, she had massages but they were always by women. She had never felt an unknown man's touch, and two men at a time? Never! She could feel her heart racing, her breath quickening and her pussy getting moist. The near erotic touches were turning her on.

James, after massaging her legs, had moved up to her thighs and was inching closer to her pussy whereas Jerome was inching down from her shoulders towards her heaving chest.

Mira wasn't unaware of the moves the men were making but her body simply wasn't allowing her to stop them. Her breath quickened as their hands inched closer to her privates.

James' hands finally reached her mound. He slowly massaged it, moving his index finger in circles just above her pussy. Mira squirmed as she felt James' finger dig deeper, trying to pry open her legs. She resisted since Jerome, a stranger, was right next to her. If he hadn't been around she wouldn't have thought twice before opening her legs to James.

Jerome now slowly moved his hands down from her upper chest to her cleavage. Her boobs were straining tightly against the thin fabric of the bikini. His hands gently started rubbing her cleavage mounds. Her chest rose as she inhaled sharply, reacting to Jerome's moves.