Blacked in Goa

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Mira was a very diet conscious person and had small meals every day to keep herself in shape but right now, she did not care. This was a vacation she wanted to let loose.

As she was waiting for the breakfast to be served, she saw a black man walk into the dining room. He was tall and large. Easily six feet plus, he was lean and muscular. Wearing a white sando and black shorts, his chiselled body was clearly visible. Especially his chiselled bicep, large muscular forearm and the sando stuck to his body clearly outlining his muscular chest and wash board abs.

They were the only people in the room. Since it was off season in Goa, the number of tourists coming to Goa was far less than usual. The hotels would be mostly unoccupied during this time of the year so it wasn't surprising that she and this stranger were alone in the large dining room.

The ma noticed her, glanced at her for a second and went and sat at a table in a corner of the room. Soon, her breakfast arrived and she dug in. She was so hungry after a long train journey, a long argument with her husband that she did not pay attention to the man for the next few minutes, focusing only on eating.

After she was done eating she walked back to the hotel reception. She walked out of the hotel where the scooter was waiting for her.

She got on the scooter and headed to the beach. The wind was in her hair and the sun shined bright. I was wearing a pair of sunglasses and was enjoying the bike ride through the narrow roads of inner Goa.

Just then the scooter started sputtering and started losing speed. She tried to race it but the motor continued to sputter. The scooter slowly came to a halt a few meters after the engine died. Neha was now stuck at the side of a narrow in country road of Goa.

Since it was off season, the traffic was thin. She had barely seen any vehicles on the road since she left the hotel; Maybe one or two. She took out her cell phone and was disappointed further when she saw there was no coverage. She cursed the network operator first and then the scooter. She had no choice but to wait for someone to come. 

She knew she was quite some distance away from the hotel and the beach which she was supposed to go to was also far away. She was stuck right in the middle of nowhere. She knew she couldn’t push the heavy scooter all the way back. Her petite frame could never handle the heavy scooter. She had once encountered a similar situation back home when her scooter broke down. She simply parked it at the side of the road and hired a cab. She returned with a friend who pushed her scooter back to her house.

But right now there was no friend around; in fact, there was no one around. She was standing under the blazing sun of Goa, sweat trickling down her forehead as she waited for someone to show up to help. She checked her phone again and again but still there was no signal.

It had been several minutes since Mira had been standing on the road, getting desperate for someone to help her. The stretch of the road was almost half a mile long with each. One end of the road cut through a thick cover of trees, making it almost impossible to see an approaching vehicle and the other end of the road turned to the left behind a hillock. 

She was looking at both sides of the road, waiting for someone to show up. She heard a faint sound of a vehicle approaching. She looked around but could see no one. Just then a man appeared from behind the thick trees that covered the road at one end. He was on a motorcycle but she couldn’t make out anything else about him other than he was dark complexioned. 

The man rode in her direction and Mira raised her hand for help. She spotted her and he slowed down, stopping right in front of her. She recognised him immediately. He was the man she saw at the hotel. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and the same clothes she had seen him in.

“My scooter broke down and I don’t have cell phone signal. Can you please help me? Mira pleaded to him.

He nodded in affirmative and took off his sunglasses. Mira immediately noticed his black eyes, piercing gaze that she had not noticed at the hotel.

“Yeah sure.” He said as he got off the bike. Mira recognised his accent. It was a typical American accent. She had heard enough Tupac and Snoop Dogg on Raghav’s playlist to recognise that typical African American accent.

He tried to start her bike but to no avail; It simply refused to start. Mira had the scooter owner’s number with her. He gave her his cell phone and she called him up. She tried calling him up a couple of times but he didn’t pick up. She cursed under her breath. She finally had help but was sure it wouldn’t be there for long. After all, this man was going somewhere and she had stopped him.
They both stood quietly at the side of the road. Mira was looking down at the cell phone screen, dialling the number again and again.

“I am James by the way.” He said to her. Mira looked up to him and smiled.

“Mira.” She replied. She was a bit embarrassed that she had hardly talked to him, a man who had been courteous enough to help a stranger.

She called again and this time the owner picked up. She stepped away from James to speak to him. James looked at her and kept looking at her. He too had noticed her back at the hotel and was now getting a proper look at this stunning Indian woman. She was a petite bombshell he thought to himself. 

Mira was 5”1’ but she claimed she was an inch taller. She was a slender woman by any standard. She claimed she had put on weight. Of course she had; from the skinny woman she had grown a little chubbier but no one dare called her fat. When she was younger, she was nothing more than a flat chested woman with skin on bones but now, she had meat on her, in places that needed to have meat. 

From a dismal B cup she had moved to a envious C. From a 26-inch waist, she had now grown to a 30-inch waist. Her ass, though was the pride of her body. It had grown into a curvaceous little piece of meat that men and at times women to stared at. Nice curved, appearing like a perfect ‘C’ from the side and a perfect ‘O’ from behind, her complimenting waist made it look alluring. The under ass curves curved right back up. Her butt was made by god her husband claimed at times when they made love.

Under that floral skirt, she packed a nice C cup pair. Inch wide, chocolate brown areola were crowned with a half inch long nipples which got tight and turgid with cold or arousal. The breasts gave way to soft stomach which had a layer of baby fat at its base. Raghav would spend hours resting his head on her stomach after they made love, he called it the softest pillow in the world.

As the hips gave way, her shaved pink nether lips came into view. Mira always kept it shaved as she liked it that way. Soft skin of the labia hid the treasure that was underneath; a tiny clit and a pink cunt which would be any man’s delight. Her thighs, her calves and her pedicured feet made completed and complimented the rest of her body. 

The most beautiful part of her body was her face. It was a small baby face; innocence was the hallmark of that face. A small chin and slightly chubby cheeks gave her the most innocent look. Along with those doe-shaped brown eyes which were lined with mascara gave her the most gracious look. Her lips were full and flushed with blood, appearing naturally red. With a dash of strawberry lip balm, Mira’s favourite, they looked even more alluring. 

Long and straight, naturally brown hair flowed down to the middle of her back. She tied it most of the times but it was only in the confines of her house, when alone or with her husband did she let them loose.

James didn’t need to imagine how her hair would look once the clip was removed. He could get lost in those locks he thought. He had bedded many women, of many races, of many countries but this his heart had set itself on this little tart. He wanted to hold those arms, those slender arms which would his hands could completely wrap themselves around.

The owner refused to come to her help saying he was busy someplace else. Mira argued with him but to no avail. She then called the hotel manager who said he would send help immediately. She thanked him and disconnected.

“Help will arrive in a while. Thank you so much James for stopping and helping me out.” She said.

“No problem Mira. A pretty lady like you shouldn’t go through so much trouble.” He replied.

Mira blushed, though slightly. She herself was a little surprised at how easily she blushed at a line that was not even great. It was perhaps that the word pretty lady was coming from the mouth of a man who was a complete stranger, someone she had met a few minutes ago and had first come across not more than an hour ago. It had been years since she had been called pretty, even Raghav didn’t mention that word anymore.

James noticed those dimpled cheeks flush with blood. He smiled at himself seeing that effect on this fair maiden. He knew this woman would be an easy prey. He had not even started the charm offensive on her and still she was blushing like a teenage girl.

He offered to stay till the help arrived. Mira was a little relieved and a little ashamed. Relieved that she had someone to help her if even the hotel staff did not show up and upset because James had to wait for her. He was clearly going somewhere and she made him stop.

A few minutes two men on a bike came, they were from the hotel. They offered to drop Mira back at the hotel and take the scooter back. Mira was reluctant about going away with two strangers. She didn’t know them, hadn’t seen them and from the looks of it, she wasn’t comfortable going with them. She had read numerous news reports of how tourists were assaulted and mugged here.