The Sexy Hitchhiker

By Phebe Bodelle

Linda makes some very bad decisions in her life, like getting caught twice being shagged doggy fashion for example. One thing leads to another and jobless and homeless she hits the road, looking for work and a new life but being short of funds she has to do whatever she has to for survival and if that means using her body then so be it. Just when she thinks she must take a backward step and return to her old life fate intervenes in the form of Diego a handsome Spanish lorry driver headed to his home in Andalucía after a trip to Scotland. After some sexy fun and games during the trip to the Costa del Sol Linda is left high and dry in the heat of a Spanish summer, what is our girl to do next?
This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity and language to match, do not view or buy this ebook if its contents would offend you. This ebook is for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Jul 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301652013

Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me.I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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The Sexy Hitchhiker

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 3rd Edition

Revised and Updated

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

My Very Rude Awakening (Bonus Chapters)

Chapter 1 – A Chance Encounter or so I Thought

Chapter 2 – The Next Day

Other Books by Phebe Bodelle

About the Author

Chapter 1

I was halfway through a raucous, superb orgasm when Mark walked in which killed the moment completely. Perhaps if the orgasm had been the result of a bit of self inducement he wouldn’t have minded so much, after all Mark knew I was a right randy cow. Unfortunately, I was naked, on all fours with some lad, Joe or John or something with his prick stuffed up me giving it to me doggy fashion. The lad jumped up covering his prick with his hands.

Sorry mate, he said very defensively and why wouldn’t he, Mark is a physically big, rugby playing bloke. I don’t want any trouble, he added backing into the corner furthest away from Mark.

I looked up at my boyfriend and pulled a face of resignation. I’d been caught red handed, I wouldn’t have minded but this was the second time in my life that I’d been discovered in the throes of orgasmic pleasure, you would think I’d have learnt wouldn’t you.

I’d picked up the lad in a local club a couple of hours before and made it pretty obvious from the start that I fancied him fucking me. I led him on all night, grinding my pelvis into his crotch during every slow dance and in the cab home stroking his erection through the material of his trousers. As soon as we got indoors our clothes were quickly discarded from the front door into the living room where we got down to the serious business of fucking. The lad I’ve got to say gave me a pretty good time, spending a while sucking and chewing on my tits before sliding down to my cunt and giving that a bloody good working over with his tongue and fingers. I’d sucked his cock for a while before we actually did the deed so to speak and when he finally inserted his lovely prick into my more than willing cunt the lad took his time, building me towards a fantastic climax which as usual was accompanied by my noisy tribute to the joys of orgasm.

Mark looked at the guy, You had better fuck off out of here before I rip your fucking head off. He said it very quietly which made it sound even more menacing than if he’d shouted. The guy picked up his clothes scattered through the lounge and out into the hallway and ran out of the house. If the neighbours saw this naked man outside trying to put his clothes on they would have wondered what the hell was going on, then again I suppose the answer was obvious.

Mark returned his attention to me. Get your clothes on.

I quickly retrieved my clothes and dressed and returned to the lounge. Mark was sat on the sofa shaking his head. Fuck sake Linda, why?

I just felt randy is all and he was available and you weren’t.

Don’t try shifting the blame onto me; are you saying you couldn’t keep your legs closed for one night?

You went out playing cards with your mates, what was I supposed to do?

Err watch TV or a video, fuck sake.

Come on Mark, it was a mistake, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again I promise. Anyway what are you doing home at this time, I wasn’t expecting you until the morning?

The card game ended early, just as well or I wouldn’t have caught you, and too fucking right it won’t happen again, you are out of here, get packed and fuck off.

Oh come on that’s a bit over the top for one mistake.

One mistake, you’ve been here what, six weeks and I come home to find you shagging a bloke. Who was he anyway?

Just a lad from the club.

Just a lad from the club, have you no self respect girl?

Just listen to Pope John Paul will you. I seem to remember that you were just some bloke I met in the club.

Maybe, but you moved in and I thought we were a couple.

We are but nobody mentioned exclusivity.

For fucks sake you tart, did we really have to write that in a contract.

I knew I was being pathetic but I could see my meal ticket fast disappearing down the drain and desperation was knocking at my door. Mark had in actual fact been very good to me. We had met in a club and on that very first Friday night I’d gone home with him, spent the night, then the rest of the weekend and never left. I was on the dole and he let me keep all that money, I say all but it wasn’t much, but what was mine was mine. He paid all the bills including all the food and utilities. In return he expected very little. I did a bit of cleaning around the house and cooked some meals and gave him the best sex he’d ever had which wasn’t a chore in any way shape or form. I love sex and when engaged in my favourite past time I throw myself into it completely, I believe the more you put in then the more you get out and fucking Mark had been a very real pleasure. He was kind, attentive and a brilliant lover as he proved to me on the very first night in his bed. He spent ages just kissing me before his hands ever touched my naked body and when he did it was in a truly sensual way. He spent ages at my tits, touching, kissing and sucking before sliding down my torso to give my cunt the attention it was by now crying out for. Once again he used his tongue, fingers and lips to bring me to the verge of orgasm before fucking me long and slow giving me two delightful orgasms. Every time we fucked it was the same, pure consideration from him returned in spades by me, a sexual pairing made in heaven.

Why are you being like this Mark? I said forcing tears from my eyes. I’ve grown to love you; you must realise that.

I really was desperate to declare my love for him.

Well my darling you’ve got a bloody funny way of showing it. My mind’s made up; I want you out, now!

I looked at the clock, It’s three in the morning, where the hell am I going to go at this time of night?

Not my problem; now go and get your things and leave, I don’t want to have to throw you out but I will if I must.

I knew enough about Mark to realise that this was it, his mind was made up and nothing I said or did would change that, even so I gave it one last shot and standing up walked over to the sofa and sat alongside him. I reached over and stroked his crotch.

Are you sure we can’t put this behind us?

He jumped up. Just fuck off Linda.

Ten minutes later with my battered old suitcase and a bin bag I walked out of Mark’s front door for the last time. When I reached the front gate I turned to look at him and shouted out, You were no fucking good in bed anyway, prick.

How sad is that for a parting comment. The man just shook his head, turned away and closed the door on another part of my life. I’d blown it once again; I tell you if there was a two horse race I’d choose the one with three legs. Ten minutes later it started to rain and I ended up sheltering in a bus stop. Twenty-four years of age and sleeping in a bus stop stupid, stupid cow.

Except I’m not stupid, far from it in fact, in truth I’m quite bright. I left sixth form academy with three A Star passes and an A, plus numerous ordinary level passes. I decided against university and entered the world of commerce as a trainee manager for one of the major high street retail chains, okay Woolworths and you know what happened to them, bankruptcy and all the staff made redundant. I became a victim of the world wide recession. I live in an area of huge unemployment and was up against too many university graduates to be able to compete. I even thought about going to college to study but couldn’t afford it and wouldn’t put that burden on my parents which brings me nicely to the first time I was caught at it.

I spent a fair bit of time moping around the house but had caught the bus into town to visit the job centre just to see if there was anything going. I bumped into a couple of lads from the sixth form academy, we got talking, had a cup of coffee in town and then Justin gave me a lift back home in his daddy’s car. I invited him and Damian in for another coffee and well one thing led to another. By God that was a super session, two pricks to play with it was sucking and fucking heaven. Those two boys really gave me a good time eating my cunt for ever while I sucked one off and then swapping over, it was divine. When we eventually got around to fucking it was superb, I lost count of the orgasms I had I just know it seemed to go on forever, too long as it transpired, I lost all track of time. Damian had just entered me from the rear while Justin knelt in front of me with his prick stuffed deep into my gob when my dad walked in. I tell you I’m going to give up doing it doggy fashion it always seems to get me into trouble. My dad turned on his heals and slammed the bedroom door. Needless to say that was the end of that sexual encounter. The lads dressed and as quietly as they could left the house, I put my dressing gown on and went downstairs. Dad was in the kitchen looking out of the back window shaking his head.

How could you Linda, two blokes, what kind of a tart are you?

It was just a bit of fun Dad, I was bored.

He turned to look at me, his face red with anger. Bored, fun, listen to yourself girl. Sex is meant to be special, not a bit of fun.

Dad it’s 2012 for Christ sake times have moved on.

They say when you’re in a hole stop digging, why didn’t I.

There’s no harm done is there?

No harm done, I never expected my only daughter to become a whore.

I’m not a whore.

You act like it.

I pushed myself off from the work surface I was leaning against and unfortunately my dressing gown caught on the corner dragging the garment open. I think my dad got the completely wrong idea, as though I was going to try and