Behind The Bike Sheds,
Chapter 2
Amanda
It was almost 2 months after 'D-day', as the Donna event had become known, and we were all back 'behind the bike sheds'. Though the actual location was nowhere near any bike sheds, being at the back of the college playing fields near some water tanks, Adam had coined the phrase to reflect the fact that we were all naughty schoolboys, kind of making-out with girls, and in a daring location which was not totally hidden from the public gaze, just like being back at school when we were younger, and the name had stuck.
It was approaching five to six on the appointed Friday evening and there was still no sign of Amanda. On the phone she had seemed much more cautious than Donna. Not nervous exactly, just keen to establish the exact whereabouts of the meet, the precise time, who would be there, how she would know if it was us and what we all looked like. It would therefore not have been an enormous surprise if she had failed to show up. We were chatting amongst ourselves, already a little lightheaded with anticipation of what would happen, though becoming equally heavy hearted at the idea that nothing might occur.
At two minutes to six, Amanda walked around the corner. She was about the same height as Donna, but had long dark hair. She was wearing a black skirt, black slip-on sandals, and on her top was sporting a crimson bra, covered by a lacy black top. Contrary to how she had seemed on the phone, Amanda was full of energy, and didn't appear nervous at all.
"Right," she began after surveying us all, "all of you, strip to your underwear". Donna had asked us to do this part way through her show, and as a reward the show had continued to unfold but not so early on. Adam was quick to respond,
"Um, last time, um, we didn't have to do that until..." Amanda cut him short. With a smile and a twinkle in her eyes she said, "I don't care what happened last time boys, it's my rules this time. I want to see how quickly you get a boner, it will spur me on to keep going. I need to know that you are getting horny looking at whatever it is that I allow you to see". I could see the logic in her request, and as we had guessed we might have to undress beforehand, we were ready with a better choice of underwear than for the last time. We stripped down to our underwear and were all wearing tight fitting briefs which we knew would clearly show our bulges. Mike, it seemed, had already got a hard-on and Amanda spotted this.
"What's your name?" She pointed at Mike's burgeoning boner.
"It's Mike", was all he could muster.
"Right Mike. I don't want any premature ejaculation spoiling my show. And remember, the rest of you, no touching, and I mean me, your cocks, and Mike's cock too." We let out a brief snigger, and Mike's face went a little pink.
With the four of us standing there in our briefs, our hands firmly by our sides, she raised her hands in the air, causing her black lace top to open and show us her flat stomach and giving us a better glimpse of her sexy red bra. She dropped her arms and slowly unbuttoned her top. Two buttons beneath her neck and it was undone. 
Next she turned away from us and as she rotated, we caught a side view of her boobs. The shape was near perfect and togther with her tightly toned tummy, I decided she had an even better figure than Donna had. 
With her skirt now on the ground, she turned back to face us. She put her hands on her bra straps and spoke with a real sense of devilment in her voice.
"Who would like to see my tits?" We all nodded with great eagerness. I am sure the other boys had noticed how curvy Amanda's tits seemed to be, held, as they were, firmly in her tight-fitting crimson bra. 
"Marks out of 10?" One after another, we responded with '10', keen to make sure that the show wasn't cut short by our lack of encouragement.
"Is that all?", she responded. "Ten lousy points from each of you." 
"That's more like it, though 'infinity' doesn't leave me much wriggling or jiggling room for improvement." Still bending forward, she jiggled her tits once again, turning to directly face each of us in turn to make sure we got a full-frontal view. It made me wonder why she would want to do what she was doing. I could see no wedding ring on her hand, yet she was old enough to be any of our mom's. She was clearly smart, sexy and very seductive and could have any man that she wanted including, I am certain, any one of us. Yet here she was, behind the bike sheds, waving her faultless front at four admiring young men.
Standing back up, Amanda slid her hands into her panties. We wondered what she was going to do, but using the ends of her fingers she slowly pulled down the front of her panties revealing the top of her hairy bush. Donna had been clean shaven but seeing Amanda's fuzzy hair sticking out from the top of her panties was just as entrancing, not least as we hadn't seen Amanda's pussy before, as we had with Donna's. She moved her hands back out from her panties and covered up her hairy bush. By now, all of our cocks were straining hard against our underwear. Mine felt so solid it almost hurt to have it pushing against the material of my briefs.
"And...?" she queried. Before we had chance to work out what to say, Mike piped up with a simple 'more' and began to clap. We soon joined in, cheering 'more, more, more' and clapping. "Shhh!" she added. "We don't want to attract any additional voyeurs to our little show do we now boys?" We heeded her warning and silenced ourselves.
"Now, before I continue, I can see that all you boys are already straining at the leash, your boners are almost poking holes in your underwear. Time to strip naked for me." We looked at each other hesitantly, but all keen to see the end of the show, we took off our briefs and were now standing there completely naked. Released from their material prison, our cocks stood to attention, so hard and straight that you could hang the star spangled banner from them. Fuck, they were so hard, you could hang the statue of liberty from them and they probably wouldn't have budged.
Turning to face us we could now see the full extent of her hairy bush. It was so hairy that her pussy lips were hidden underneath all the fuzz. Only a woman of her age could surely be so hairy. Some of the girls my own age I had fumbled with in the past had fuzz between their legs, but Amanda's was jungle deep. It was almost as if she sensed our yearning to see more. She raised her left leg and rested it against the fence. Her legs were now wide apart and despite the shock of hair covering her pussy, we could see the lips peering out to face us.
Whilst balancing on one leg, with the other against the wall, she reached round behind her back and unfastened her bra. 
"Right boys, show over." She climed down from the wall and picked up her clothes. At this point, still naked but with her clothes in her hands, she walked closer towards us, so close in fact that we could almost touch her. Remembering the rules, though, we stood still, our cocks almost aching with the desire to be unloaded. She held her panties out and went along the line, brushing each of our cocks with them. Turning, she went back along the line repeating the exercise. The feel of her soft underwear stroking my cock took away whatever self-control my body had left and cum erupted volcanically from my overstretched boner. Mike and Conan experienced similar detonations and Amanda's panties were covered in sticky ejaculant.
Amanda looked very satisfied at the outcome and without hesitation put her panties back on, the cum must have been smeared up her legs and on her hairy beaver. She pulled her skirt back up around her waist, picked up her bra and re-fastened it, and re-buttoned her top. Without pause, she slipped her shoes back on and walked away, soon disappearing around the corner with a last look over her shoulder at the four of us standing there.
They boys and I re-assembled ourselves, our wet cocks leaving sticky marks on the inside of our shorts as we dressed. Later that week, Conan downloaded the pictures he had taken from his camera and sent them around. A conversation ensued that week about whether Donna or Amanda had put on the best show. Adam and I argued that Donna was the best, as she had allowed us to touch her a little. Mike and Conan thought Amanda was the best, on account of the fact that they liked the mystery of her beaver being hidden behind her hairy bush. The next evening, before we had reached anywhere near a conclusion, Donna called me once again.
"How are you boys doing? Did you enjoy Amanda's show?" she asked.
"We loved it," no word of a lie there, "but you were the best," I replied with no word of a lie from my perspective.
"Ah now, you didn't need to say that, but it's nice that you did."
"I meant it", I opined.
"Well", I was hopeful that I knew what she was going to say next, "it seems you boys are proving quite popular with some of my friends. They're lining up to see if they can make you as hard as you obviously were for Amanda, and to have you boys gawp at them as they tease you. It's quite a turn on for them you know, even the ones in relationships already. Though it's nice for them that their partners say nice things when they undress for bed, to see the looks on the faces of you four boys, and the bulges in your briefs, proves to them that they're still sexy to the world at large, and not just their men." This was beginning to explain why these lovely older women were willing to put on a show for them. "It's not about sex, which is we don't want you to touch us, and it's not about porn, which is why we don't want you boys to touch yourselves, it's just a way for us all to feel sexually attractive and desireable. And don't for one minute think that we don't go home afterwards and wank ourselves silly thinking about what happened just as much as you do."
I was surprised at her candor, but was beginning to understand what was going on. As sporty guys, me and the boys were in good shape, not jocks as such, just nicely toned. I guess if we had been overweight nerdy jerks, we would not have received these offers.
"Anyhow," Donna continued. "Another two of my friends are keen to make your acquaintances." Donna gave me the phone numbers for Nicola and Jess. "Now tell me again, how often you wank whilst thinking of me".
"Every day, and every night," my reply. With that Donna put the phone down and as before, within seconds, I received a winking smiley face.