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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.
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.
The waiter brought James a beer and Mira her non-alcoholic beverage. Their glasses clinked and the first sips of the cold drinks went down their throats. Mira and James stared at the open ocean for a while. She took of her hat and kept it on the table in front of her. The sun light kissed the calm ocean. The cool breeze from the sea ran through her hair and Mira felt so relaxed that she would sleep; the comfort of the lounge chair added to the feeling of absolute relaxation.
"So where are you from James?" She asked.
He took a sip of beer and placed the bottle on the table. He looked at her, nothing lecherous, nothing vulgar but just a plain simple look one gives to another when speaking. But Mira gently shivered. This was the first time she was actually looking into his eyes, now that he was facing her and sitting just a foot away from her. His deep brown eyes were magnetic to saw the least. He had a beast of a body but those radiant eyes were so calming.
"Chicago." He replied after what seemed to be minutes but was nothing more than a couple of seconds. She noticed the beer flow down his throat and noticed his thick neck and the broad shoulders that it led down to.
"Ohhh..." Was all she could say in return.
"You also seem to be a tourist around here." He said as he rested his back against the chair.
"Yeah..I am from Mumbai...uhh...Bombay." She replied.
"Aaahhh...I landed in Bombay a week ago." James replied. Mira had been a well-read girl all her life. She knew Chicago was cold and the sunny sands and the hot sun were something these foreigners craved. The cruellest of winters in India were warm summers for America.
James went on to tell her how he was a lawyer back home. He'd work hard all year to take a two-week break. He came to India for the first time 2 years ago and simply fell in love with the place and since has returned every year.
Mira too opened up a little, telling her about herself but not too much in detail. She was still on guard even though James had been nothing but a gentleman. It had been the way she was nurtured. Men are lecherous beasts and a woman must never trust their intentions was the philosophy of over protective Indian parents. Mira wanted to say more, speak more but somehow, the docile woman inside her wouldn't allow her.
James ordered another beer and Mira was still drinking her first drink. They spoke, laughed and things were now getting comfortable. Mira was glad to find company with a good sense of humour, no cheap jokes and pot-shots; plain, simple humour. She was liking his company.
James too was liking this woman. He did not fail to notice how she stared at him blankly when she first spoke. He could see her gaze running from his face to his neck and then to his shoulders. He smiled as they spoke but he was actually smiling at how this woman, Mira was slowly falling for the bait.
He too had stolen glances to check her out, carefully sizing her curves and contours. He suddenly had an idea and decided to act on it.
"Wanna come for a swim?" James asked he stood up suddenly. Mira was taken aback by his sudden request and took a second to recover.
"Uhh...no...thank you." She stammered.
"C'mon...the water's nice and warm...it'll be great." He tried to persuade her.
Mira thought for a second. The water was really tempting; it would be perfect to just get into it. She tinkered with the idea of going into the water for a few seconds.
"No... thanks...I don't have a spare set of clothes...You go. I will wait for you right here." She replied.
James was disappointed that his move did not work but he recovered before his face showed it. He knew pushing this pretty, young thing too much could spoil everything. Keeping that in mind he decided not to insist.
"It's cool." He replied before ordering Mira another drink. He stepped back and took off his sando and Mira gasped. She hoped to the dear lord he didn't hear that and seeing him simply move without even much as a stare, she hoped the sounds of the sea were louder than her gasp.
It was obvious why she gasped. Even though she had an idea of what lied under that thin piece of cloth, she was still surprised when he took it off. He possessed a body to die for. Broad shoulders which she had seen earlier gave way to a pair of thick, muscular, well defined chest. The dark complexion of his skin made those muscles appear larger and more alluring then they already were. A perfectly V-shaped torso led to a muscular hip. His stomach was flat like a washboard and she could clearly see a couple of pair of abdominal muscles.
He hadn't missed her gasp. No matter how loud the see was, his ears were fine tuned to catch every moan, gasp, shriek from a woman he targeted. From his numerous conquest, he knew each tone of a woman. He knew his body had an effect on her and he smiled ever so faintly, being careful not to get caught smirking.
He decided to further up the ante by taking off his shorts. He wanted to laugh out so loud when he saw Mira's reaction. She simply turned her head away when he slid his shorts down. Even though he was wearing underwear underneath, it was far too awkward for Mira. The only man who had ever taken off his shorts so nonchalantly was her husband of so many years.
With that thought, the comparisons began. While Raghav had been a fit man in his youth, years of complacency after marriage had made him lose focus of his body. She remembered how she had gasped similarly when Raghav took of his pants in front of her when they first made love. Even though the situation was similar, the persons weren't.
Raghav had a hairy pair of legs. His thigh muscles then were large but James had larger and far too well defined thighs and a set of calves which looked more like a large piece of meat. What was even more intriguing was the thing between his legs. James was wearing a jock, which barely hid his crown jewels but the bulge under his jocks was shockingly large.
Mira had noticed all this in just a second before she had turned her head away in shame. She didn't glance back at James for a minute and when she did, he wasn't there. She looked around to see him walk toward the water.
As noticed before, he had a perfectly V-shaped back and his back muscles flexed with each step. She could see his taught, round butt which flexed and relaxed with every step he took. The waiter kept the drink on the table but she didn't pay heed. She had a better view and something much better on mind to notice him.
The waiter quietly walked away as Mira kept staring at James. It wasn't long before James walked in to the water and then lunged forward to dive in to the waves. She watched as he swam up and dived down every now and then and a part of her wanted to join him as well.
She had always been fond of the water and loved to go to the beach but never had the opportunity to learn how to swim. The heat of the coast was unbearable and a refreshing dip in the water would be such a relief. But holding her back was the fact that she didn't have a spare set of clothes but that was just an excuse. The real thing holding her back was the thought of getting into the water with a stranger.
She couldn't risk getting too close to him, knowing how vulnerable she could get. She couldn't risk getting her clothes wet, not because she didn't have a spare set, but because the wet clothes would stick to her body and the outlines and contours of her delicious curvy body would be all for him to see. She was far too modest to risk all this.
A few minutes later James walked out of the sea. She stared at him without blinking as she took in every moment of the visual delight that was on offer. The chocolate dark complexion of his skin shined in the bright sun and the sheath of water on his body added to the sheen. It appeared as if his body was made of bronze. He waked with a gait of supreme confidence, knowing very well that he had the physique women would throw themselves at and men would cower in shame.
He walked to the table and sat on it without even an ounce of awkwardness. He was sitting almost naked in front of a woman who he had met just an hour ago and he was shamelessly showing off his body. That's exactly what he intended to do. This had been his patented move, especially when he was out in the tropical countries where he could take off shirt on a whim. Back home he had to find an excuse to take his shirt off for the fear of being caught in the cold.
Mira could barely keep herself together. She was very awkward which was clearly showing off from her blushing cheeks. She dared not to look him in the eye and kept stealing glances at the hunk of a body that was just a couple of feet away from her.
The waiter brought a dry towel and now James had no excuse to stay like that. He wiped himself quickly and wore his shorts and the sando. Another round of drinks followed before Mira asked to go back to the hotel. He agreed and soon they were on the bike riding back. Now that she had seen in almost full glory, she kept recalling those moments again and again. Sitting so close to him on the motorcycle was turning her on even more as the most desirable body was just a couple inches away from her.
James on the other hand was day dreaming. Even though he hadn't seen her body, he was clearly imagining how it would be once that delicate dress came off. He visualised how succulent her breasts would be, how curvaceous those hips would be and how taut, round and curvy that ass could be. He was already taken by the grace and beauty of her face with succulent pink lips, deep black eyes, a sharp straight nose, pink full cheeks and the long flowing brown hair.
He wondered if she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even though he had bedded score of women before, James seemed enamoured by this shy, young woman. She was like the ultimate prize, difficult to get yet so good once he had he. He had never encountered a woman who was so shy back home. He had read and had been quite familiar with the Indian culture and how generally docile Indian women were. Most women he had slept with usually threw themselves at him but he knew Mira wasn't one of those women. He had to work hard to get her and he resolved to do so!
They both retired to their respective rooms which were adjacent to one another. Mira had a cold bath to cool her nerves and her loins whereas James simply collapsed on the bed with his thoughts solely focused on Mira.
Mira had never felt such instant attraction in her life. Even with her husband, attraction, love and any other similar feeling happened after many dates. But here she was, attracted to a man who she hadn't even known existed in a matter of hours.
James too was feeling similar. Even though he had been attracted to many women the moment he laid his eyes on them, with Mira the attraction was far stronger. It was the reluctance in those eyes, the shyness in her body language that was far more appealing to him. He enjoyed the fact that her mind was forcing her to keep her eyes away, but her eyes simply betrayed the mind and got an eyeful of James' body. The conflict of the mind and the body was simply superb and so erotic.
They didn't come out of their respective rooms for the rest of the afternoon. Mira finally managed to get a nap and James watched TV but the pictures on the TV weren't his concern, the pictures of Mira were playing at the back of his mind the whole time.
When the sun finally started its downward journey after 5, Mira stepped out of her room. Just beyond her room, was the hotel's swimming pool. She heard someone in the pool and decided to enquire. She walked to the side of the pool and saw James swimming to the other end. She felt a tingling sensation in loins, something which had almost become alien to her till this morning.
James reached the other end of the pool and turned back to see Mira. He smiled and she smiled back before he dived back in to the water and swam in her direction. Mira stood still watching the contours of his lovely body cutting through the blue water.
He came up to her and pulled himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the swimming pool.
"The water is perfect...you should join me." James offered.
"No...I don't know how to swim." She replied meekly. She thought this was her best defence of not getting in to the water, close to his near naked body. But James was prepared for this line.
