My Goa Incident
It was my second day in Goa.We were on the Calangute beach and thinking of doing some beach hunting. Although beaches span the whole Goa coast but we intended to find a isolated beach far from the main city. But for that we would have to travel around 30-40 Kms. And We decided to do that only.
We hired two Kinetics for 150Rs each for whole day and we started our journey with my friend Sudhir riding pillion to Tahir. The Arambol beach is amongst the most beautiful and isolated beaches of Goa with either the local villagers(very less) or foreigners going there. Since these kind of beaches are in so much isolation that no tour operator will ever take you there, so nornally no Indian crowd comes. Its only few enthusiasts like us who are driven to these places by their love for untouched natural treasures. Here, the foreigners live in shacks on the beach and their routine is to come to the beach at noon, remove their clothes, get a body massage, take a dip or a swim in the ocean and lay down on the silver colored sand till 5/6 PM. Then they go inside the shack, have food, beer and sex till they drop down to start their next morning. I saw some voracious readers who had carried around 50-60 books from their country just to enjoy reading by the sea side. These foreigners have no problems in letting go of their clothes and by clothes I mean here two piece bikinis even. My luck was good that where I had kept my clothes in the sand, a foreigner came to lie within 2 feet of that spot. But I was in the sea meantime and a little far from the place. I had already kept my specs in my carry bag on the sand so from the water I could not see enough. I could just see a outline of a voluptuous body. Suddenly I got the impression that she has got up to change clothes and as she lifted her hands and moved them to her backside, I was running towards my bag to get my specs. And since by good luck she was lying at 2 feet from my bag, when she stood up she moved more close to my bag, in the mean time I had reached my bag and was frantically searching for my specs. It did not matter that in the process of searching for my specs, I had even started throwing my clothes around. You can’t just imagine, my eyes were moving from her blonde hair falling over her face to her torso finally slipping over to her gorgeous bum and seeing the water drip along her long legs to her marble like toes. I was getting angry with myself that where had I put my specs. Meanwhile she had started removing her clothes. I was getting more and more desperate, I stared at her body, but I felt that she did not feel it odd that a guy was staring at her from less then 2 feet while she was removing her clothes. This encouraged me. Now I had a fixed gaze on her body and my hands were still searching for the specs, now she bent while removing her swim wear, lifted her legs and there she had her undergarment in her hand. I stared at the crotch but it appeared hazy. I felt like jumping onto her, but it came to mind that this was a moment of a lifetime,thinking that I should not miss a peek at a non Indian genitalia so again I tried to focus my attention to the contents of the bag, I had almost thrown out my towels and other clothes on the sand and the bag was empty. Now this was too frustrating. I again shifted my look towards her, and saw her in the process of drying herself. I think I should kill myself for not remembering where I put my specs, I could have seen the golden triangle from all angles, it was on open display in front of me and there I was staring at a hazy picture because of this bloody handicap of my eyes, I cursed myself for not wearing the specs. And again I looked towards her, you can’t imagine my frustration when I saw her again lifting her left leg to pass it through a fresh set of small but colorful undergarment, And there went the other leg. Now it was too much for me. I got up in a rage and threw my bag over my shoulder towards the sea. It landed short of water but I was not concerned about it now. Suddenly I saw my specs at the place where my bag was lying before. OH no!! Now I remember putting them on soft sand under the bag so that they are not crushed by mistake while taking out the towel out from the bag. I looked at the foreigner, and by this moment the place of my interest had almost been guarded against any possible vision attacks. I grabbed my specs lifting them to my eyes, Oh my God. What beautiful feet .Oh that golden skin. Water was still glistening as some of it was present there as droplets on the beautiful thighs. Now the undergarment had occupied its place leaving no chance for me to enjoy the fruit of nature. My gaze was stuck on that part for a little long but not for the reason you have been assuming, but it was something else. The area under the garment, ok first the garment it self was of a little unusual size for a foreigner beauty to wear on the beach. It was colorful no doubt but was not the same small strip of cloth it appeared to me without the specs. It was a full sized underwear. Maybe the girl liked to wear that only, thinking so I started to move my gaze upwards when my eyes noticed something unusual. There was a little extra bulge between the thighs than there should have been in case of a slim, fat free girl. But still it came to mind the maybe the flesh had collected in the area because of pose she maintained while standing. But No, there was a little bulge on the under side also that is between the legs. I did not want to imagine some loose piece of flesh there but something had started hitting my mind. Just confirm the gender first, I heard this voice from inside. My eyes quickly covered the flat and slim trim belly. It would make any belly dancer jealous. The smoothness of the flat belly, the tight navel muscles. It was awesome. And such a figure would certainly be accentuated by a beautiful pair of tits on the top. Expecting to find two juicy mangoes hanging from the upper body, I moved above the navel to still further up. And further up. And further up. Oh my God. Oh my …. There were no words in my mouth now. My mouth lay open. I had reached the shoulders without encountering the mammary muscles at all. The chest was flat as the belly but not as smooth as it as there were traces of a recent shave of hair. On top of the torso was a head. It was the head of a hippie. Long golden hair. Blue eyes and a small thin golden moustache which merged fully with the same colored skin. Oh my God there was a man standing infront of me flaunting his athletic body in the Goa sun. I had no words to decsribe the state of my mind but just thanked my luck that I had not found my specs during his change of clothes otherwise my expectations would have been shattered in a very big way. So smiling inwardly on my rapid imagination I returned to water to join my friends who were already enjoying the incoming waves. But now I had my specs on.
This is a story with the starting being the truth and rest fiction. We arrived on the beach but what happened is not what I told above.
Then what really happened? After playing with the waves for over an hour, I was lying on the sand already wearing the specs when a blonde ( a girl in mid 20's) came to the shade at my arms length to dry herself.And after that i find that i am at a loss of words...
We hired two Kinetics for 150Rs each for whole day and we started our journey with my friend Sudhir riding pillion to Tahir. The Arambol beach is amongst the most beautiful and isolated beaches of Goa with either the local villagers(very less) or foreigners going there. Since these kind of beaches are in so much isolation that no tour operator will ever take you there, so nornally no Indian crowd comes. Its only few enthusiasts like us who are driven to these places by their love for untouched natural treasures. Here, the foreigners live in shacks on the beach and their routine is to come to the beach at noon, remove their clothes, get a body massage, take a dip or a swim in the ocean and lay down on the silver colored sand till 5/6 PM. Then they go inside the shack, have food, beer and sex till they drop down to start their next morning. I saw some voracious readers who had carried around 50-60 books from their country just to enjoy reading by the sea side. These foreigners have no problems in letting go of their clothes and by clothes I mean here two piece bikinis even. My luck was good that where I had kept my clothes in the sand, a foreigner came to lie within 2 feet of that spot. But I was in the sea meantime and a little far from the place. I had already kept my specs in my carry bag on the sand so from the water I could not see enough. I could just see a outline of a voluptuous body. Suddenly I got the impression that she has got up to change clothes and as she lifted her hands and moved them to her backside, I was running towards my bag to get my specs. And since by good luck she was lying at 2 feet from my bag, when she stood up she moved more close to my bag, in the mean time I had reached my bag and was frantically searching for my specs. It did not matter that in the process of searching for my specs, I had even started throwing my clothes around. You can’t just imagine, my eyes were moving from her blonde hair falling over her face to her torso finally slipping over to her gorgeous bum and seeing the water drip along her long legs to her marble like toes. I was getting angry with myself that where had I put my specs. Meanwhile she had started removing her clothes. I was getting more and more desperate, I stared at her body, but I felt that she did not feel it odd that a guy was staring at her from less then 2 feet while she was removing her clothes. This encouraged me. Now I had a fixed gaze on her body and my hands were still searching for the specs, now she bent while removing her swim wear, lifted her legs and there she had her undergarment in her hand. I stared at the crotch but it appeared hazy. I felt like jumping onto her, but it came to mind that this was a moment of a lifetime,thinking that I should not miss a peek at a non Indian genitalia so again I tried to focus my attention to the contents of the bag, I had almost thrown out my towels and other clothes on the sand and the bag was empty. Now this was too frustrating. I again shifted my look towards her, and saw her in the process of drying herself. I think I should kill myself for not remembering where I put my specs, I could have seen the golden triangle from all angles, it was on open display in front of me and there I was staring at a hazy picture because of this bloody handicap of my eyes, I cursed myself for not wearing the specs. And again I looked towards her, you can’t imagine my frustration when I saw her again lifting her left leg to pass it through a fresh set of small but colorful undergarment, And there went the other leg. Now it was too much for me. I got up in a rage and threw my bag over my shoulder towards the sea. It landed short of water but I was not concerned about it now. Suddenly I saw my specs at the place where my bag was lying before. OH no!! Now I remember putting them on soft sand under the bag so that they are not crushed by mistake while taking out the towel out from the bag. I looked at the foreigner, and by this moment the place of my interest had almost been guarded against any possible vision attacks. I grabbed my specs lifting them to my eyes, Oh my God. What beautiful feet .Oh that golden skin. Water was still glistening as some of it was present there as droplets on the beautiful thighs. Now the undergarment had occupied its place leaving no chance for me to enjoy the fruit of nature. My gaze was stuck on that part for a little long but not for the reason you have been assuming, but it was something else. The area under the garment, ok first the garment it self was of a little unusual size for a foreigner beauty to wear on the beach. It was colorful no doubt but was not the same small strip of cloth it appeared to me without the specs. It was a full sized underwear. Maybe the girl liked to wear that only, thinking so I started to move my gaze upwards when my eyes noticed something unusual. There was a little extra bulge between the thighs than there should have been in case of a slim, fat free girl. But still it came to mind the maybe the flesh had collected in the area because of pose she maintained while standing. But No, there was a little bulge on the under side also that is between the legs. I did not want to imagine some loose piece of flesh there but something had started hitting my mind. Just confirm the gender first, I heard this voice from inside. My eyes quickly covered the flat and slim trim belly. It would make any belly dancer jealous. The smoothness of the flat belly, the tight navel muscles. It was awesome. And such a figure would certainly be accentuated by a beautiful pair of tits on the top. Expecting to find two juicy mangoes hanging from the upper body, I moved above the navel to still further up. And further up. And further up. Oh my God. Oh my …. There were no words in my mouth now. My mouth lay open. I had reached the shoulders without encountering the mammary muscles at all. The chest was flat as the belly but not as smooth as it as there were traces of a recent shave of hair. On top of the torso was a head. It was the head of a hippie. Long golden hair. Blue eyes and a small thin golden moustache which merged fully with the same colored skin. Oh my God there was a man standing infront of me flaunting his athletic body in the Goa sun. I had no words to decsribe the state of my mind but just thanked my luck that I had not found my specs during his change of clothes otherwise my expectations would have been shattered in a very big way. So smiling inwardly on my rapid imagination I returned to water to join my friends who were already enjoying the incoming waves. But now I had my specs on.
This is a story with the starting being the truth and rest fiction. We arrived on the beach but what happened is not what I told above.
Then what really happened? After playing with the waves for over an hour, I was lying on the sand already wearing the specs when a blonde ( a girl in mid 20's) came to the shade at my arms length to dry herself.And after that i find that i am at a loss of words...
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