An Exhibitionist's Notebook

By Phebe Bodelle

You know what it’s like, you have a few drinks and suddenly you can take on the world, or in Josy’s case enter a Miss Wet T-shirt contest, not only that, you discover you enjoy, really enjoy showing yourself off to the world. Follow Josy as she gets more outrageous showing off her nude and semi-nude body culminating in a week’s holiday to the nudist village of Cap d’Agde on the Mediterranean coast of France. Here anything goes including Sex on the Beach and we’re not talking about cocktails.

This book is for broad minded adults ONLY, it contains lots of lovely sexy action that might offend people of a certain disposition. You have been warned. For everybody else, enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Jul 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310467950

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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An Exhibitionist’s Notebook

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 3rd Edition

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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All my books are dedicated to every person

that enjoys a good sexy read, happiness!

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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About the Author

Chapter 1

Right from the start I want to say congratulations for buying my book, a very wise decision if I may say so you horny so and so. You want to read all about me exposing my naked or near naked body to all and sundry and I can’t say I blame you. What a lovely twenty-four-year body it is for people to look at. I’m five feet six with a near perfect thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six chassis, a face that would launch a thousand ships if I lived in another time, legs that go up to my bum and long dark hair. My name is Josephine Barnes but my friends all call me Josy, I consider you a friend having spent a few bucks, pounds, Euros or whatever so feel free to think of me as Josy.

My ‘career’ as a professional exhibitionist started out a year or so ago. Okay, okay I don’t think there is such a being as a professional exhibitionist but I do believe I’m a very accomplished amateur.

(Editor’s Note – Josy what about strippers, pole dancers etc, etc, aren’t they professional exhibitionists?)

(Note to Editor – Carry on like that and you’re sacked.)

Back to the story and if I’m going to tell you the whole truth I’ve got to go back to the day of my sixteenth birthday. I was on holiday in Turkey with my parents, the last one I ever had with them as it happens. We were on the beach in Antalya after having breakfast and going through the ritual of me opening my presents. We laid our towels down, Dad in his swimming shorts, Mum in her bikini bottom, no top, she’s quite a looker is my mother and me in my bikini. I sat there looking out across the beach and decided that I too was taking my top off.

Standing up I said to my parents, I’ll back in a minute, And wandered off towards the promenade that the beach backed onto. I quickly found what I wanted, a rubbish bin, I undid my bikini top and threw it in and then wandered back to Mum and Dad.

Dad’s eyes stood out like organ stops when he first spotted his very nubile daughters tits exposed to the world for the very first time.

Josy what do you think you’re doing? He asked.

Mum’s topless why shouldn’t I be as well.

That stopped him dead in his tracks and when Mum piped up, Leave the girl alone Jack, she looks gorgeous, quite the young lady. My case was concluded.

I lay back smiling and felt fabulous.

I’ve never worn a bikini top since, in actual fact I don’t own any. I make all my own bikini bottoms now so what would be the point of going to all that effort to manufacture something that I’d never wear.

At times I’ve visited nudist beaches as well enjoying the feeling of total freedom that taking off even the tiniest thong gives you. I’ve told you this so you get a clear picture of your little exhibitionist. These things don’t count in my story; lots of women go topless on the beach so I become one of many. Similarly lots of women go naked at a nudist beach so that doesn’t count either as nice as these two pastimes are. No when I say I’m an exhibitionist I mean I love exposing myself where it isn’t expected, I love to see the faces when people realise my naughty bits are on show where they shouldn’t be. Naughty bits, how sad is that.

So how did this all start, I’m a biker chick, I own a Ducati motorcycle, nothing I like more than the feel of a big V-Twin throbbing between my legs. My husband however likes the howl of a straight four of the Honda variety between his legs, a bit analogous to our sex life really. I like him throbbing and he likes me howling.

(Editor’s Note – I wondered when you were going to start with the smutty stuff Josy?)

My husband and I often go to motorcycle race meetings in the UK and then one year decided to go for broke and visit the Isle of Man for the TT Races.

Just a quick explanation for those who don’t know, The Isle of Man is a little island thirty miles long and twelve miles wide in the middle of the Irish Sea between Ireland on the West and The Fylde Coast of England to the East. During the last week in May and the first week in June they hold the Tourist Trophy motor cycle races on closed public roads on a thirty-seven and three quarter mile course. The top riders, professionals get around a lap in about eighteen minutes which equates to an average speed of approximately one hundred and thirty miles an hour. These brave riders, men and a few women go through towns and villages, over a mountain, it is exhilarating to watch and when the racing is finished and the roads re-open you can ride your bike on exactly the same roads. Another bonus for bike riders on the Isle of Man derestricted road signs mean just that, riding down from Creg Ny Baa I’ve seen one hundred and sixty-five miles an hour on my speedo and totally legally.

(Editor’s Note – How much did the IOM Tourist Board pay you for that little advert?)

(Note to Editor – Carry on much longer and there’s going to be trouble.)

(Note to my Readers – If you look up TT Racing on YouTube you’ll get a good idea of what it’s all about.)

I should also tell you that when the racing is done for the day the night life on the island can get a bit wild which is the reason I became an avid exhibitionist.

(Editor’s Note – At last get on with the story for Christ’s sake.)

On our second night there we decided to go to Summerland for the evening (It’s no longer there I believe after part of the roof collapsed). Summerland was the home for live rock groups, sexy dancers, comedians, strong man contests and Miss Wet T-shirt contests. After a few bevies I was feeling quite brave and said to Rick, my husband, What do you reckon to me entering the T-Shirt contest?

He looked a bit surprised, pulled a face and said, Go for it, you’ll win hands down.

What a fabulous husband I’ve got to say such a lovely thing.

(Editor’s Note – Puts fingers down her throat, yuck.)

I went to the corner of the stage and signed up for the contest which started at midnight.

I think you had better get me a couple more of these. I said holding up my glass.

He went off to the bar and I looked around me. The place was heaving with bikers, leather and jeans being worn for the most part. A group was on stage banging out a hard rock number and the atmosphere in the place was electric.

At ten to midnight a dozen girls assembled by the stage for the contest, all apart from me were wearing jeans I had on my one-piece racing leathers with a bra and thong on underneath. We were taken round to the back of the stage, given a very thin cotton T-Shirt and asked to put it on. One of the girls chickened out at this stage and promptly disappeared. The others pulled off their tops and bras and slipped on the garment provided. I rolled down the top half of my leathers, took off my bra and slipped on the T-Shirt but the leathers kept on slipping down, they are a fairly weighty ensemble and need to be if you ever go down the road having come off your bike. In the end I thought ‘fuck it,’ and pulled my leathers off wishing I’d worn a more substantial pair of knickers but smiled to myself thinking that my very brief thong might give me a distinct advantage over the other girls.

The first girl was called out and so it began. I was number three and as I stepped out onto the stage I remember feeling so excited especially with the rapturous applause and cheers I got. I stood next to number two and then a guy came along and sprayed my chest with cold water immediately turning the T-Shirt transparent, the material clung to me and the cold made my nipples stand out solid, all in all a very erotic look even if I do say so myself.

The other eight girls were called onto the stage one by one and received exactly the same treatment as me.

The compare then held up his hands for silence. Ladies and gentlemen, and I use the term loosely.

He got a round of boos and catcalls for that.

The contest will be decided by you the audience, the girl who gets the loudest applause will be Miss Wet TT-Shirt Monday and will go on to compete in the final next Thursday evening. Are you ready, number one step forward.

The poor girl had lovely nipples but was near the back of the queue when tits were dished out.

(Editor’s Note – Bitchy, bitchy.)

Still she got a lot of applause. Number two was greeted with lots of cheers and shouting. Then it was my turn, all but naked in my tiny thong and transparent T-Shirt. The audience went crazy and was without doubt the loudest