Background

Behind The Bike Sheds was a nickname that Conan, Adam, Mike and I (collectively known as 'the boys') gave to a rarely visited part of the water plant behind the college we used to attend. It was called that because it reminded us of hiding out at school, kissing girls in secret places. It wasn't anywhere near any sheds where bicycles were kept.

You may wonder why we have decided to tell these stories and post pictures on the internet. First of all, this all took place many many years ago as you can probably tell from the quality of the photos. Back then it was early digital cameras and dial-up e-mail, and not broadband, WiFi, smartphones and apps. Also, since then a lot else has happened. We sadly lost Mike in a road accident some years ago. Adam has moved to California and works in IT for a major US internet company. I have also moved out of the area.

Following on from the bike sheds experience, Conan went on to make a side-line from erotic photography and the reason we can post these pictures on the internet is that before we left college he had the sense to get many of the showgirls' permissions to do so. You may find some of his work on various sites around the web.

Adam, Conan and I (not our real names I should add) are still friends, but we don't see each other as often as we used to. Once a year, as close as possible to 'D-Day' (as we've come to call our first experience with Donna) we meet up and remember all the fun we had back in our college days. We've lost touch with the women who put on the shows for us. Conan tried to track some of them down to get permission to publish the photos of those we hadn't already got the OK from, but we have long since lost their numbers and having only their first name (which may be made-up) and the place they used to live isn't enough to go on.

We've also told our current partners all about what happened back in the day. After all, there's nothing shameful about a group of young men being turned-on by a naked woman or thirty, flaunting their bodies at you, even if the whole thing did begin to get a little furtive in the end.

There were about as many girls whose stories we haven't written about as those which we have. As we don't have their permission to post the photographs online, and as much a picture is worth a thousand words, we will let the stories of those that we can support by pictures tells the unwritten tales of the others.

Finally a thank-you, firstly to Donna for finding us a seemingly never-ending stream of women willing to become showgirls and strip naked for our entertainment, and secondly to the showgirls themselves, whose memories (and mammaries) still bring a large smile to our faces, and a large bulge in our pants. Hopefully you will enjoy their stories and their pictures as much as we still do.