Blacked in Goa

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But James too was a stranger. She didn’t know him either but he had taken the effort of stopping and helping her. He gave her his cell phone so she could call the hotel, waited for her and even had tried to start the broken down vehicle. If he wanted to do something untoward, he could have done it already.

He was suave, well behaved man and Mira decided to choose a known devil rather than two unknown, even if she had met the devil just a few minutes ago. James sensed her hesitation too and spoke up.

“Where are you going?” He asked her.

“Anjuna beach.” She replied meekly.

“Aahh. I was going there as well. I can drop you there if you want to. There is a place for one more on my bike.” James offered her a ride.

She thought for a second before handing the keys of the scooter to the hotel staff. She called the hotel manager to inform him that she had handed the bike to his men and would return later. With that, she got on James’ bike, sitting behind him.

James started the bike and it thundered down the narrow lanes of up country Goa. Sitting behind him, she felt comfortable. The wind was back in her hair and she held on to her hat with one hand and the back of the bike with the other. It was a rather uncomfortable position to be in, flexing her arm awkwardly to hold the back rest of the bike. She hesitated for a second and then placed her hand on James’ shoulder. 

James smile faintly as he felt her small, warm hand on his shoulder. He sped up the bike on the clear road and felt her hand holding on to his shoulder tighter. He saw a pot hole approaching and braked right before it. Mira jerked forward, her full breasts rubbed against his back form the inertia.

“Sorry…Didn’t see that one.” He feigned innocence. Mira did not reply but it had dawned on her that it was on purpose. She too had seen the pothole from a quite a distance but chose not to say anything.

James was sporting an erection under his shorts. The feeling of her soft breasts rubbing against his back was divine to say the least. He thanked god, he wasn’t facing her, or else his obvious erection would have been awkward and perhaps repulsive to this shy young woman.

James was floating in his own little wonderland, oblivious to the fact that Mira, sitting behind him was blushing. The feel of a hard, muscular, manly back against her soft breasts was something she hadn’t felt in months, a year to be precise. She knew James did that on purpose and a part of her wanted to be angry but she simply couldn’t. His Adonis like body, his magnetic personality, his raw masculinity was something that was knocking down the walls of her conscience. 

She hid her face behind him, careful enough not to be spotted by him in the rear view mirror of the bike. She thanked god she wasn’t facing him or it would have been very awkward to blush in front of him.

Twenty minutes later they were at Anjuna. James convinced Mira to be his company. She resisted at first, knowing she was in company of a stranger but his persistence paid off. Mira was new to the state and had no local connections. She had planned to be with her husband with no other company and since her plans had gone for a toss, she had a good two days at least to spend alone. So instead, she decided to stick around with a man who seemed harmless at the moment.

“There isn’t a lot going on at Anjuna. This is it.” James said.

“Um Hmmm.” Mira listened intently.

“Vagator beach is far better. Good beach, better shacks and the crowd is better.” James informed her.

“How far is it?” Mira asked.

“Not more than 10 minutes from here.” He replied.

“Hmmm...alright.” Mira replied. James seemed to be a regular around here and she asked him. He told her that he visited this place once every two years when he was bored and tired of the hectic life he had back in the states.

James started his bike and they were off to Vagator. As James had said, they reached the beach in 10 minutes. He parked the bike and they walked off to the beach. He showed her around big vagator first and then they walked off to little vagator. On the beach, Mira noticed other people, especially her own countrymen staring at her. They were perhaps aghast seeing an Indian woman, that too a woman as beautiful as Mira walking on the beach with a foreigner that too a black guy. 

Mira noticed those wide eyed stares and for a moment felt awkward. She knew how people were quick to make assumptions and jump to conclusions. Yet a minute later she felt different. There was nothing between her and James but the way people were looking at her, made her feel so slutty.

Men walked passed her and as they did, they ogled at them and later smirked. She was sure they whispered to each other. Women who passed by would stare at James’ Adonis like body and then give her those jealous stares that only a woman can understand.

A part of her was enjoying it and a part of her was a little ashamed. She was supposed to be here with her husband. No one was supposed to notice them, let alone stare at them. Even with Raghav absent, she was just supposed to walk on the white sand by herself. But here she was, with a black guy she met not more than an hour ago, strolling on the beach.

They walked from Big Vagator to Little Vagator which was separated by just a small hill. James held her hand as they navigated through the ankle deep water and slippery stones. They walked further and found a shack.

They walked in and Mira noticed there were no customers, just them. Music was playing but the sounds of the waves and the strong sea breeze drowned the music. James found a cosy corner at the front of the shack facing the sea.