My Young Stud

By Phebe Bodelle

Join Peggy Evans a well preserved older woman, a widow for three years as re she re-discovers her sexual mojo with the help of her young handyman under the heat of a Spanish summer. From the swimming pool to the kitchen, lounge and bedroom she recalls the joy and pleasure of making love. This adult book is sexually explicit be warned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Nov 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301104505

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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My Young Stud

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 3rd Edition

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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All my books are dedicated to every sexually

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

My Very Rude Awakening (Bonus Chapters)

Chapter 1 – A Chance Encounter or so I Thought

Chapter 2 – The Next Day

Prologue

I was sitting under a shaded table outside an eatery on the Balcon de Europa in Nerja on the Costa del Sol. The place was busy, it was two in the afternoon and as well as all the tourists the Spanish were there in droves having their lunch. Mine was the only table with any spare seats so when an English couple approached and asked me if I’d mind them joining me I could only say, Yes of course.

The woman, about thirty years of age was a stunner, shoulder length hair framing a very pretty face. She was wearing a loose cheese cloth blouse that was all but transparent and showed her breasts off in an alluring way. I felt she was very brave walking the streets like that. The outfit was completed with a mini skirt and high heeled sandals. Her man was tall, good looking and dressed in what you would call I suppose a traditional holiday outfit, shorts and a tee shirt with flip flops.

They were a handsome couple, an old fashioned description I know but then I’m a pretty old fashioned woman, well I’m sixty two years old, a pensioner, so I’m at an age when I can describe things as I like.

We got to chatting as you do and I found out that the couple were in Spain on a two week holiday staying up the coast in Marbella. Me, I live in Spain on the outskirts of a little village in the Axarquia region just north of the Mediterranean coast between Malaga and Nerja. My husband and I were both solicitors and have owned our home in Spain for over twenty years using it for holidays and then retiring to it once our legal work was finished with. Unfortunately Frederick up and died on me three years ago leaving me as a widow but with more than sufficient funds to enjoy a comfortable life style.

The woman’s husband worked as an engineer in the oil industry and would fly around the world at the drop of a hat problem solving when things took a turn for the worse. I guessed the couple were not badly off. The woman was a bit reticent to tell me about her work but added. I also write books.

You do, what’s your name perhaps I’ve read something by you?

I very much doubt it.

Why would that be?

I write erotica.

You do, well as it happens I enjoy a bit of erotica from time to time, so go on what’s your name?

Phebe Bodelle.

I smiled and reaching into my hand bag, brought out my Kindle and switched it on then passed it over to Phebe. The machine opened up half way through The Pamela Bergassi Erotic Trilogy.

I downloaded this a week ago, and very good it is to.

Her husband laughed and turning to his wife said. Has this ever happened to you before?

Phebe shook her head. No never. If the book was in hard back I’d be more than happy to sign it for you.

"Yes you can’t do that with a Kindle can you, never mind."

So what’s your name?

Peggy, Peggy Evans. Not my real name as I’ve too much to lose by revealing my true identity. The village where I live thrives on tittle tattle and I want my reputation to stay intact, you’ll understand why later.

Well Peggy it’s good to meet you. So you live out here?

Yes a few years now....... I must have rabbited on for about five minutes. ......that’s pretty much my life story.

You seem to have had a pretty good life, mind you by the looks of you you’ve got plenty of years left in you yet. Phebe’s husband John said.

I certainly hope so I’ve still got a lot of living I want to do.

We ordered coffees and then John stood up, Would you ladies excuse me for five minutes I’ve just spotted something in that shop over there.

He walked off.

I’m really enjoying your books Phebe, where do you come up with the ideas?

Some of it, a little, is based on actual events, but most just comes from my imagination.

Well you’ve got a talent I must say that. I paused a moment. You know I’ve got a story you might like to put on paper.

She looked at me sceptically for a moment and then said, Go on fill me in.

I spent another five minutes telling her what I had to say.

Mmm that sounds interesting. Tell you what, do you have a computer?

Of course.

If I give you my email address why not record your story and send me sound files as attachments then I can do the writing, with a bit of literary licence of course and let’s see what we can come up with.

You’ll let me see it before you publish?

Of course.

From that chance meeting six months ago the die was cast. Here is my story.

Author’s Note: This book is nothing like any of my previous stories. The yarn I’ve written are in the words of Peggy Evans an older lady who doesn’t use the explicit language of youth. It does not contain as much sexual content as my other novels either but tells the story of a lady’s sexual awakening three years after the death of her husband. I don’t think the story suffers because of these things it is still extremely sensual and explicit in parts. I hope you enjoy it. PhebeB

Chapter 1

Two years ago I came out of mourning for my husband, not mourning in the strictest sense of the word; I just wanted to be left alone to think about the rest of my life. I contemplated returning to the U.K. for a while but watching the British television news and reading about it on the internet the country doesn’t seem a very nice place to be living in now. Spain however is a very agreeable place, the people for the most part are warm and friendly and of course the weather is a delight and even though I’m relatively well off I would not be able to afford a comparable house to the one I own in Spain. The house is a converted stone built farm house, over fifty years old which is a relief as it is totally legal and if you’ve heard about the problems of illegal houses here in Spain particularly in Axarquia you’ll understand why I say that. The house has four bedrooms, two bathrooms and after all the work Frederick and I carried out is very light, airy and comfortable. The house is located on a large plot of undulating land, most of it wild and is very private. I have a swimming pool and can engage in nude sunbathing and swimming with no concerns about being spied on. Not that I would really mind, Spain is quite liberal in that respect and I occasionally venture off to a nudist beach that I used to visit with Frederick. There are usually a few single ladies there and I’ve no qualms about showing myself off.

My house being old does need fairly constant attention and that really is where my story starts. I was in a local venta, La Soriana, one evening, that’s a bar come restaurant, with some neighbours and their son when I mentioned I needed some painting that needed doing.

What about Nigel, he’s pretty handy and could do with earning a few bob. The husband of my friends said.

Nigel was one of the fifty percent of youngsters out of work in Spain with little prospect of finding employment in these difficult times.

Would you be willing? I asked the lad.

Sure just tell me when?

You can start on Monday if you like.

Okay, I’ll be there at nine.

Right, is ten Euros an hour okay?

Fantastic.

Nigel is a nice twenty year old lad, always polite and respectful he’s a credit to his parents. He arrived promptly at nine and I set him to work painting the wall around the swimming pool after showing him where everything was in the shed. After looking at the wall he told me, You know there’s some paint flaking off, it’ll need a good scraping first to get rid of all the loose stuff.

You do what you have to do; I want a decent job done.

And I do, I believe in having a job done once and properly and would rather pay a bit extra for a decent service. He found a scraper and set to work. I watched him for a while from my kitchen window and he seemed to be getting stuck in. He