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The Female Flasher
The Female Flasher
The Female Flasher
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The Female Flasher

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Sara is an attractive nineteen year old girl living in Spain. One evening more by accident than design she gets turned on flashing her pussy at a complete stranger on a train. As soon as she can she touches herself and experiences an orgasm of epic proportions. In her bed later Sara decides her new hobby is too much fun not to flash again. Follow her story as she gets more outrageous and where is it all going to lead, a threesome perhaps with a lovely older couple, who knows?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPhebe Bodelle
Release dateJan 9, 2014
ISBN9781311166579
The Female Flasher
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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 Female Flasher - Phebe Bodelle

    THE FEMALE FLASHER

    by

    Phebe Bodelle

    Smashwords 2nd Edition

    Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

    This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    All my books are dedicated to every sexually

    liberated person everywhere, enjoy!

    Book Cover Design by Eric Stoval http://www.themixshow.net

    Photo Courtesy of Omar E. Williams of

    Omar E. Williams Photography www.oewphotography.com

    Model Anastasia Elizabeth Follow her on Twitter ‏@modelAnastasiaE

    Authors Note: A while back one of my American readers complained in a book review that I had caused him some confusion when I used the word ‘fanny.’ Here in England fanny is a slang word for a vagina, so now you know for future reference. If there are any other words that us Brits use that may cause confusion, please let me know.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1 – My First Ever Pussy Flash on a Train

    Chapter 2 – Flashing at a Shopping Centre

    Chapter 3 – Boob Flash on a Train

    Chapter 4 – Flashing at a Nudist Beach (Huh?)

    Chapter 5 – Flashing at a Private Party

    Chapter 6 – Me Very First Threesome (Awesome)

    Chapter 7 – The Aftermath

    An Exhibitionist’s Diary

    Chapter 1 – May

    Chapter 2 – June

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    About the Author

    Chapter 1 – My First Ever Pussy Flash on a Train

    Oh bloody hell come on, I said quietly to myself as I queued outside the ladies’ loo in a restaurant in the heart of Málaga, Spain. As usual the eatery had woefully inadequate facilities for us ladies, one toilet for perhaps forty women. I was there with a group of girls from work; we were out celebrating breaking up for the long August holiday and had come to the Restaurante Andaluz for a meal and drinks. We were having a right laugh and I’d hung on and on listening to the dirty jokes the Spanish women were telling but finally knew I’d have to go before I peed my pants. The door to the toilet opened and the lady in front of me flew in, she looked like she was as desperate as me. I clinched my legs together preying that she didn’t take too long. Looking back across the floor of the restaurant it was heaving with people. We had finished work at eight and come straight here and it looked like a lot of folks had the same idea, waiters and waitresses were flying around taking orders, serving food and drinks. The noise was raucous, normal for a Spanish bar with everybody seemingly talking at once and raising their voices to be heard.

    Come on, come on, I said again as the urge to pee was becoming overwhelming. I closed my eyes and concentrated on controlling my bladder as the door to the loo finally opened. I walked in quickly just as the flow started; I quickly hitched up my tiny skirt but was too late to save my knickers as the pee poured out of me. Pushing them to the floor I sat down with a huge sigh of relief, I’m sure you’ve all been there. It seemed I was peeing for ages before the flow stopped. I wiped myself off, fortunately there was toilet paper and went to pull up my knickers but they were soaked. I stepped out of them, contemplated washing them in the sink but just put them in the waste bin. They were only a cheap pair bought from Fuengirola market so were no great loss. I washed my hands, touched up my hair and walked out to join my workmates around the three tables we had pushed together, you can do that sort of thing here in Spain the eateries are very accommodating. The skirt was the shortest mini I possessed so I carefully pulled it down a little, to make sure none of my mates knew I was sitting there knickerless I joined back in with the fun, these Spanish ladies are right dirty bitches when they get going and the jokes they were telling were outrageous with no subject out of bounds, especially men, religion and sex.

    My name is Sara Walker, I’m nineteen and although I’m English by birth I’ve lived in Spain since I was two, my parents deciding that Spain was a better place to bring up kids than the UK. I’m tri-lingual speaking English, Spanish and French fluently which was handy for the job I did working in a call centre for the Spanish National Health Service, I took calls when people wanted to make appointments to see their doctor. By the way I’m learning German at the moment as well to add yet another string to my bow. I’m not bad looking I don’t think, not a raving beauty but not too shabby either, my figures pretty good although I’d be happier if I had another inch or two in the tit department, not that I’ve had any complaints from my various boyfriends when it came to them sizing up the goods. I’ve russet coloured hair, shoulder length and tan easily in the summer, my natural skin has just a touch of colour anyway from some sort of dalliance way back in my family’s history. I could easily be taken for a Spaniard especially with my Andalucian accent, the benefits of going to an all Spanish school.

    We left the restaurant at eleven fifteen and some of the girls wanted to go onto a night club but I wanted to get home and as the last train from Málaga – Maria Zambrano to Fuengirola was at eleven thirty-three I didn’t have a lot of time to get to the station. I said goodbye to the girls, most of whom lived in Málaga and headed off round the corner to the station and down in the lift to the platform, The Cercanías trains run underground through Málaga. I sat down on one of the bench seats very conscious that if I wasn’t careful my pussy would be on full view to anybody who happened to be passing. I clamped my legs together and pulled my skirt down to cover the offending area. The train arrived exactly on time, it wasn’t very busy and I sat down in a window seat on one of the bench seats that had two seats either side facing each other. At the next station Victoria Kent a guy got on, looked around and sat down opposite me, he got out a paperback book, opened it up and started to read. I quickly looked him over, not bad looking, about thirty I’d say, a wedding ring on his finger and he was dressed in very smart casual attire, slacks and a button down shirt with expensive looking trainers. I looked out of the window and caught his reflection very clearly in the dark tunnel and saw he was looking straight at my lap. He couldn’t see anything, my skirt was down and my legs were very firmly together. I felt a hint of annoyance, just because I was nice looking and I suppose dressed a little sexily why do men think they can ogle you. I could almost feel him thinking, ‘I’d love to see up that skirt.’

    As my head turned away from his reflection his eyes quickly returned to his book. I smiled inside, ‘I know what your game is mister.’

    I put my head back against the head rest and closed my eyes for a moment or two and started having naughty thoughts. ‘I wonder what he’d do if I flashed my pussy at him?’ I laughed to myself, ‘you wouldn’t dare. Go on be a devil, just try it for a second, I dare you.’

    I’d never done anything like this before in my life, but it seemed such a harmless thing to do. I looked at his reflection again in the dark window, slid forward a little in my seat so the skirt rode up an inch or two and let my legs open up a little. He noticed instantly and his eyes fixed on my slit.

    I’m clean shaven down there which you might think is a little odd for one so young but when I reached puberty and the first few hairs started to appear I was horrified and used a pair of

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