Sexy Deception

By Phebe Bodelle

When Elizabeth meets James in Dublin for the wedding of her best friend the woman is determined to keep up the tradition of the bridesmaid hooking up with the best man. Later after a night of extremely satisfying passion she finds out they both live in London and what’s more he wants to see her again.

What could possible go wrong?

Nothing as far as Elizabeth is concerned, that is until a silly little accident turns her sexy world up side down.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Jan 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310258992

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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Sexy Deception

by

Phebe Bodelle

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Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1 – 24 Hours Before

Chapter 2 – The Next Week

Chapter 3 – A Sexy Weekend

Chapter 4 – A Surprise

Chapter 5 – A Change of Circumstances

Epilogue

BBC Gang Bang (Bonus Story)

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Prologue

Oh yes, don’t stop I’m nearly there. I almost screamed into the ear of my New Greek God like lover. My hips were grinding up to meet his thrusts as he pummelled my cunt with his delightful cock.

James grunted as he held his orgasm at bay to ensure my satisfaction, what a considerate lover he had turned out to be.

I was flat on my back, legs spread wide in the good old fashioned missionary position still, to me, the best fucking stance to achieve the ultimate in sexual satisfaction, a stonking great climax. I was so close as the man continued to pump in and out of my cunt. Another few pushes and I’d be there, the goal of any sexy encounter. I felt the pre-orgasmic tingles and then I was screaming my joy as the glorious climactic feelings emanated from my fanny, flooding my body with the joy. Moments later James too was groaning with pleasure as he released his cum deep inside my welcoming hole. Finished he held himself above me, his arms ramrod straight and smiled down at me.

Jesus that was fucking great Lizzie, At least he remembered my name. You’ve a fine body on you girl, just right for making the two backed beast. I’d never heard love making described like that before, but what the hell, fucking, copulating, making the two backed beast, it was all the same thing to me.

He rolled off me and pulled me into his arms, I lay with my head on his chest. A cuddle afterwards as well, this was getting better. I twiddled his left nipple. That was great for me too James, you make love beautifully.

And we’ve all night to do it again.

Now that was music to my ears, as a girl who enjoys her carnal desires to the limit being with a man who is let’s say, more than a one hit wonder, even though the one might be pretty awesome, then you’re talking my kind of language.

And James apparently being a man of his word serviced me twice more that night and once again in the morning before we got up to have breakfast in the delightful restaurant of the Ashling Hotel Dublin, Eire.

Then after breakfast I rewarded James with a start to finish blow job for giving me a truly wonderful night of sexy play before we parted to go our separate ways. Now you may think I’m a soft sod for doing it but a good fuck is a good fuck after all and James had given me an excellent time in the sack and anyway I love sucking cock. By the way this blow job wasn’t the first time I had tasted James’s cock, I’d spent time fellating, isn’t that a beautiful word, him during our marathon sessions the previous night, oh yes.

Chapter 1 – 24 Hours Before

I was so engrossed in my copy of Hello magazine while sipping a mediocre latte that I nearly missed my flight to Dublin. It was only the message over the public address system, would the remaining passengers for the Ryanair flight to Dublin please go immediately to gate thirty two. That saved the day. Julie would have been furious if I had missed my flight and failed to turn up.

I was sitting in the departure lounge at Liverpool’s John Lennon airport trying to relax before boarding the plane for the flight. I hate flying, but faced with the choice between flying or getting the boat from Holyhead to Dublin Port then flying won. At least if the plane went down it would all be over and done pretty quickly not the slow painful death that the ferry sinking in the middle of the Irish Sea might be. I know I’m a sad case but that’s me, Elizabeth Keene twenty-four years of age, blond, good looking, no false modesty here and even if I do say so myself a sexual athlete of a gold medal standard as I’m sure my many lovers would attest too.

Orgasms to me are the best thing ever, great pleasure and a huge stress reliever. If I don’t have a man on hand then I let my fingers do the walking on a pretty regular basis, well daily if I’m being perfectly honest. At home I employ my small but well selected and good quality sex toys to good effect when the mood takes me. Oh and just occasionally I’ve been known to head off to the ladies’ loo while I’ve been at work to give myself a little light relief if the day has gotten too much.

I was headed to Dublin for my best friend’s wedding. Julie Cunningham was about to become Mrs Fanshaw. I was one of the three bridesmaids, Julie’s two sisters and myself, a privilege I’ve got to admit even though I needed some persuasion to make the daunting journey across open water to get to the ceremony.

You’ve got to come Lizzie, you’re my best friend. It wouldn’t be the same if you weren’t there.

But you know I hate travelling and why Ireland, why not hold the ceremony here in London, you live here for fuck’s sake.

Can you imagine what Mum and Dad would say if I did that. Come on you’ll be alright. It’s only a short flight from London, just over an hour or so.

I went quiet for a moment.

Okay I’ll do it, just for you but I’ll go and see my Aunty Beth up in Liverpool and fly from there, it’ll be a much shorter flight, less time to crash.

Julie shook her head but gave me a hug. What am I going to do with you? You’ll have a great time believe me.

You’ll have gathered by now that Julie is an Irish lass with a beautiful lilting accent. I’d met her mum and dad on a couple of occasions in London, when they had come over from the Emerald Isle to visit their daughter, and a lovely couple they were too but I must admit I really wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of her mum, a formidable woman, enough of that.

I gripped the seat arms firmly as the engine note changed for the acceleration to take off. That gut churning moment arrived as I was thrust back into my seat as we hurtled down the runway and then the wheels left the ground and I urged the place to gain height. Now some people might think I’m irrational, after all thousands of planes fly hundreds of thousands of miles everyday in perfect safety, but every so often on the news you hear of airline disasters, bang and you’re dead. I preyed this wouldn’t be the day. Now I don’t actually believe in God, but perhaps being closer to him up in the sky as we were praying seemed the appropriate thing to do.

I’d left London by train the day before to spend the afternoon and evening with my Aunt Beth, Mum’s sister. She was a bit of a crabby old cow but seemed to think the sun shone out of my backside and even though this is going to seem a bit mercenary of me Mum had told me to keep in with her as I was going to get her bungalow when the old dear popped off this mortal coil. So duty called three or four times a year for me to make the round trip to Liverpool and stay overnight with Aunty. I suppose she wasn’t that bad really, I think loneliness was her biggest complaint, since Uncle Len had died a few years before. She was on her own most of the time apart from a weekly visit to her local bingo club.

I’d caught a taxi from her place to the airport and here I was thirty-two thousand feet above the Irish Sea, fucking hell I hope the wings don’t fall off this plane or anything else equally disastrous. I gripped the seat arms for the entire eight-hour flight, okay it was really only forty-five minutes but it seemed like eight hours. When the stewardess came round with drinks and snacks I would love to have imbibed a cup of coffee but how could I drink and hold onto my seat at the same time. And then there was the descent back down to the ground, terra firma rushing up to meet us, oh why did I get a window seat? And then the terrifying moment when we finally touched down and the pilot jammed on the brakes, I silently thanked God for delivering me safely as we slowed to taxi to the stand, my ordeal was over until the return trip but I’d worry about that tomorrow.

I was booked into the Ashling hotel in the centre of Dublin where the wedding reception was to be held so I’d be able to relax and have a good drink to toast the nuptials and then stagger to my room to sleep it off. Little did I know that staggering would be the last thing I’d be doing that evening and night.

I met up with Julie’s mum and dad in the function room of the hotel as Mum supervised the last minute details. Looking at the place I would have said a fair bit of money had been spent on making Julie’s big day an occasion to remember. Then it was off to their house on the edge of Phoenix Park to meet up with my best mate and get ready for the ceremony.

My bridesmaids dress was a purple affair in taffeta, chosen by Mum. It was revolting but........

I won’t bore you with the details of the wedding, other than to tell you it was the full catholic affair with loads of guests filling the pews. The highlight, for me, was being introduced to the best man, James Mullen, wow and wow again, what a hunk of prime manhood. You’ll probably think I’m a right tart but within seconds of meeting the man, in