Blacked in Goa

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They walked for several minutes till the shacks were almost out of sight. They stood facing the open sea and Mira closed her eyes to let the cool sea breeze sweep through her hair. The sound of the crashing waves was so relaxing, so calming. 

She opened her eyes when she felt James’ hand touch hers. He gently held it as he stood next to her. She looked at him blankly, her eyes had got used to the dark and she could see James’ radiant eyes and a sparkling smile. A few tense seconds passed before she smiled back and he felt her hand tighten its grip on his.

They didn’t speak a word to each other for the next several minutes; just stood in silence enjoying the cool breeze and waves. Mira had imagined this scenario with her husband but alas, this was happening with James. She felt a tinge of disappointment and guilt but the moment he clenched his strong hand, those thoughts faded.

“Want another drink Mira?” James asked and she nodded. Still holding hands, they started their long walk back to the shacks. Still no words were uttered but the couple held on to each other’s hands as they walked.

Suddenly, they heard a massive roar coming from the sea. They had failed to notice the high tide and it came crashing towards them. The wave would easily reach Mira’s knee or maybe more and she squealed as she saw it fast approaching her. She tried to run ashore but it was too late, the water was just behind her and then she felt herself scooped up in the air. She shrieked in shock when she realised that James had picked her up in his arms. The water gushed over his shins and crashed into the shore ahead before slowly flowing back into the sea. 

She stared at James and he stared back. The water had receded now James was slowly walking back with Mira still in his arms. Mira was shocked at how quickly and easily he had picked her up as if she was a tiny raggedy Anne doll. She distinctly remembered her husband who could pick her up for not more than a minute before huffing and puffing.

James kept walking with Mira in his arms. They were not speaking to each other and were now far away from the water. She knew he didn't need to carry her anymore but didn’t want to say it. She had kept her hands to herself till now but slowly she moved them up to his shoulders before locking them behind his neck.

She was slowly surrendering to this man and despite her moral dilemmas and conflicts, she couldn’t help but give in. As the music got louder and the lights got brighter, they broke out of their trance and she slowly slid of his body.

They had verbally decided on another round of drinks but without a word been spoken, the plan had changed. He was holding on to her hand and she was silently following him. They walked over to their bike, and she quietly sat behind him as he started the bike and rode in the direction of their hotel.

Mira felt like coming back to her senses. She felt like she had been in a trance, a high she had never experienced, perhaps she had blacked out but she remembered going through the motions. 



She was lying naked on his bed; a pair of thin panties was the last piece of modesty she had. Apart from the panties, the white blanket was covering. Her hair was loose, her lipstick smeared and she was sweating, even though the AC was at full blast.



The bathroom light was on but the door was shut. She could her faint sounds coming from the bathroom and realized that James was inside. She contemplated escaping before he walked out. The dim night lamp saved the room from total darkness but it too added to the erotically charged ambiance.



Her heart raced when she recalled how it all started…



He stopped bike abruptly in the front of the hotel and holding her hand, rushed into the lobby. The receptionist who was also on duty in the morning was startled as she saw this Indian woman holding tightly the large hand of a black man. 



Mira’s cheeks flushed with blood as she tried to avoid eye contact with the lady. The lady knew that Mira had made bookings with her husband but this black stud was not him. He was another guest living in another room. She tried to hide her surprise and contempt and acted as nothing happened out of normal.



“Here are your keys sir and these are your keys madam.” The receptionist said as she handed them the keys to their respective rooms.


“She won’t be needing hers.” James exclaimed as he picked up his keys.