Behind The Bike Sheds,
Chapter 3
Nicola
They say that it's 'third time lucky', but our third meeting behind the bike sheds did not quite go to plan. It was only 2 weeks since we had seen Amanda, and we had agreed to meet Nicola at the usual time, 5:45, in the usual place, and a few minutes early she walked across the playing fields. This was odd, as both Donna and Amanda had, previously (as far as we knew) driven to the parking lot around the side of the water plant, and arrived from there.
Nicola seemed a little older than either Donna or Amanda, but had a very friendly demeanor and a happy smile. She was wearing a bright yellow top which was thin enough that her black bra was visible underneath it. If our past two experiences were anything to go by, Nicola had the biggest chest we had so far seen. She also sported a black skirt with a slit up the side. It was made of a kind of knitted material and was slightly see-through, though I could not make out the color or shape of her panties underneath. On her feet she wore black sandals and ankle socks. It was a good job the playing fields were fairly dry as otherwise her heels would have sunk into the ground and been covered in mud. I noted that, unlike Donna and Amanda, she was wearing a big diamond ring on her wedding ring finger.
She introduced herself and stood silently in front of us with a cheerful smile on her face, as if waiting for instructions. This stand-off continued for a minute or so, before Nicola asked,
"What happens next?" I wasn't sure if she was being playful, or whether, perhaps, Donna hadn't shared her story with her as well as she obviously had with Amanda.
I took the lead, being the one she had spoken to on the phone and said, "It's really up to you, but the general idea is that you take your clothes off. We can do the same too, if it helps." She didn't look surprised at this, so some of the story must have gotten through.
"Fine", and with a smile on her face, "then I shall start". She reached her hand around her back, under her yellow shirt, and unfastened her bra. Through careful manipulation of her bra, and her shirt, she managed to remove it without showing us her tits, and held her bra in her hand. Her boobs were definitely large, as we could see them, and her very pert nipples, through the yellow top she was wearing. Conan made to take her picture. "Stop!", she shreiked, "I didn't know you would be photographing me."
Conan, a little bewildered by her lack of comprehension of the basic rules of the game, responded "That's the general idea."
"Well, I don't want you to. Not now.", Nicola less urgently responded. We all looked a little dispondent. "Anyway", she added, "it's your turn to take something off now, isn't it?" Of course that wasn't the usual rules, but we decided we would play along and see where it took us. We looked at each other and Adam gripped his t-shirt and pulled it outwards. We all got the message, and took off our shirts, our athletic chests now visible. Nicola's smile widened, and straight away she put her hands up inside her skirt, and pulled her panties to the ground. Once again, she deftly did this without revealing what was underneath her skirt. Her panties fell to the floor. They were the mom panties we had seen on Donna when she had first flashed her ass at us at Matt's house, quite large such that they would have covered her ass completely.
She looked over to us with an almost devil-like twinkle in her eyes. "Your turn!", she instructed.
We could see where this might be going, and anyhow, we were expecting to end up in our underwear eventually, so we all dropped our shorts leaving us standing there in our sneakers and briefs. Despite Nicola not really having shown us anything yet, all of our cocks were already anticipating more and were beginning to bulge. Nicola looked at us all and smiled again. Without saying a word, she slipped out of her shoes and stood there in her ankle socks.
"Over to you again!" I was beginning to sense that something was afoot here. I counted the clothes I could see that Nicola was wearing: socks, skirt, top. I counted the clothes that me and the boys were wearing: sneakers, socks, briefs. So that worked out, hopefully Nicola would be naked before we had nothing left to raise the ante with. We all removed our sneakers, now in just our socks and underwear.
Satisfied that we were playing along, Nicola once again raised her hands inside her skirt and this time a pair of tiny panties appeared on the floor in front of us. She must have been wearing two pairs, the mom panties we saw earlier and string panties underneath.
"So boys", a big smile forming on her face, "I believe you need to take something off now". I had miscalculated how many items of clothing we, and Nicola were wearing, as there was no way I could have guessed she was wearing two lots of panties. I don't know if the other boys had worked this out too, but we all took off our socks. Standing there in just my underwear, I suddenly began to feel nervous. What was Nicola playing at. So far we had not seen any of her body, and if my Math was correct, we would be naked at the next stage, before her skirt or top came off.
Donna bent down, her heavy boobs drooping down stretching the material of her shirt, revealing just a little more of her figure, and cooly and calmly took off her ankle socks. That we would reach this point, with us having to take off our underwear before we would get to see any of Nicola's body, had become apparent to all the boys. We guessed what was coming next.
"Oh dear", she wryly said, "I think I have won this game. You boys now need to remove your underwear. But if I remove any more clothing, you don't have anything left to play with. Maybe you will be lucky, and I'll keep going despite you not being able to match me. Then again maybe I won't. That's your gamble". It was a gamble we were all willing to make, though I still had a nagging suspicion that Nicola was up to something that I hadn't yet worked out.
We all dropped our underwear and were now standing naked in front of an almost fully clothed Nicola, or at least neither her boobs or pussy were visible, and nor had we had a flash of what they might look like.
"I've decided I'm not going to take any more of my clothes off.", Nicola decided, "Game over!" She bent down to pick up her panties and socks. Remembering what had happened with Donna and with Amanda.
Conan who had learned fast that flattery got you everywhere offered some encouragement and a question, "Please Nicola. We can see that you must have an amazing pair of boobs hiding beneath your shirt. As for what is underneath your skirt, we can only imagine. We would really like to see more of you. Is there any way you would change your mind?"
Nicola turned to look at us. Although she had not shown us anything that personal, we all had a hard-on. Not the flagpole hard-on that Amanda had caused, but she wasn't to know that there was a distance. She stared at our cocks one by one, moving her eyes between us to make it clear that she was examining what stood before her.
"Hmm." Would our day end here, or would Nicola show us any more. "Well, it seems to me that you boys have nothing to offer me and although your display here is impressive, I am at a loss as to what more I would get from you taking a close look at my boobs, or my kitty." We stood there looking at each other, the disappointment already weakening our hard-ons. "I tell you what", a glimmer of hope rekindled our cocks, "if you walk back to the playing fields with me, I might let you see more, how's about that?"
The 'behind the bike sheds' area where we had met Nicola and the other women before her, was very secluded. Few people ventured to the back of the playing fields, as it was at over half a mile from the college buildings and didn't form part of any short-cuts. It only lead to one place and that was the water tanks where we were now standing. No one really came here unless they were maintaining the equipment. But if we walked back to the playing fields, we were much more likely to be seen. It was now only just past 6pm and the staff, and even some of the students, would be on their way home. Though they wouldn't be walking across the field, the sight of four naked men at the far side of the fields, might just arouse interest.
It seemed as if we would have to take another gamble if we were to see the end of Nicola's show. We breifly discussed it amongst ourselves as Nicola put her ankle socks and shoes back on.
"Well boys, have you reached a decision?"
I responded, "OK. We'll come with you. In for a penny..."
"That's the spirit", Nicola replied. She walked in front of us, slowly edging towards the playing fields, exaggerating the wiggle of her ass as her heels clicked across the rough pavement. I noted how rough it was, as it was the first time we had walked barefoot along it. As we reached the corner of the playing field, Nicola stopped walking and turned to face us. We were all cupping our cocks with our hands, in case we were seen, our clothes now a good minute or two away even at a sprint.
"Hands by your sides, I want to see those cocks of yours". We dutifully uncupped our cocks and put our hands down, our stiffies now re-asserting themselves in expectation of what might come next. "You", she pointed at Conan, "did you bring your camera?" Conan shook his head. He hadn't got it with him, he'd put it down after Nicola declined to allow us to take pictures of her. "Go back and get it!"
Conan looked at the rest of us, shrugged his shoulders, and started running back towards where our clothes, and his camera, were lying, his ass jostling up and down as he ran away. It seemed like a lifetime, waiting naked, for him to return. As he came into view, still running, his stiff cock was flapping up and down against his tummy, then against his balls, as he approached us. It was hypnotic in it's own way, but Nicola seemed to particulary appreciate the view. Conan returned, a little out of breath, and joined the rest of us.
Nicola put her hands on her chest, and rolled her nipples between her fingers through her shirt.
"Camera off now", came the next instruction, "and put it on the floor. I don't want you to take any more pictures, but I did want you beautiful boys to have something to remember me by." Conan did as he was told and put the camera down. Time was passing, and so far, all we had to show for our evening was one picture of Nicola with her clothes on, and an increasing risk that we would be caught.
"Well that was fun boys. That's all for today, shall we go home now?" The disappointment that hung in the air was palpable. All that risk, but no real reward. What had Donna been thinking, inviting us to meet Nicola. As before, we began traipsing back to the water tanks, Nicola in the lead, and the rest of us following up behind, once again cupping our cocks in our hands in case we were spotted.
About a quarter of the way back, she stumbled, or more likely feigned a stumble. She was now on her hands, her ass up in the air, and her skirt had somehow hoisted itself up around her waist, the fall leaving her an all fours with her legs slightly apart. Standing at a safe distance behind her, her pussy lips became visible, peeking out of her crotch. Our cocks suddenly decided that this might turn out better than they had envisaged.
"A little help here please. I think I have twisted my ankle." We looked at each other and all four of us walked up to her and offered assistance, still trying to disguise our hardening cocks. "You, and you", pointing at me and Mike, "one of you come around this side of me, and one of you around the other. Let me put my arms around your waists to steady me."
We helped her to her feet and stood either side of her. She put her arms around our waists and together we began to hobble forward. Conan and Adam walked behind, sulking that they hadn't been chosen but with her skirt still hoisted over her waist, enjoying the unexpected view of her ass. It was all we could do not to stare down at her pussy, but it was just out of view. We were able to see her chest as we walked, her boobs were waving about in a totally captivating way beneath her shirt. Though distracted, we desperately needed to keep our eyes on the pavement to avoid tripping again on stones or potholes, the uneven pavement now even more unpleasant as the pressure of Nicola's weight on our bare feet added to our own. She would occasionally stumble again, and let her hands slip down, grabbing our naked asses before returning to their safe position around our waists.
Progress was very slow, though we had now left the edge of the playing field, and our worries about being seen had largely subsided. As we approached our starting point, Nicola stopped and said,
"I'm feeling a lot better now boys, I think I can make it from here." She let go of our waists and, seemingly as good as new, began to stride confidently back towards the water tanks. Mike and I fell back behind her with the others, and watched, entranced, as her ass strutted its way back. On approaching the water tanks, she turned to face us and looked down at her skirt. This was the first frontal view we had had of her pussy, and it was a good one. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed and her bush lips sat proud of her crotch, drawing the eye as if an equisite jewel.
"My my, what has happened here. Didn't any of you notice that my skirt had ridden up. You could have let me know." She quickly brushed her skirt back down to its original length, hiding her beaver from view. "None of you saw my kitty did you?" We weren't sure how to answer, so just looked at each other nervously. "Did you?", she repeated. We didn't know how to answer. Once again, "Did you?". As we sheepishy looked at each other, she took a couple of paces towards us. "Lie down, face up, in a row, about 2 feet apart", she firmly instructed. We did as we were told. The gravelly pavement was uncomfortable.
She walked up to one end of the row where Adam was lying, and placed one foot either side of his face. Looking right up her skirt, he had a very close up view of her ass and pussy. She took another step, and was now standing over Mike. The next step brought her over me. As I stared up her skirt, I felt my cock twinge with delight at the sight of her juicy pussy and ass so close up. Closing my eyes to try and keep the view stored in my memory for later, she took one more step and it was Conan's turn for a close up view. Finally she took another step and walked away from us.
"On your feet boys.", her next set of instructions no doubt set to follow, "Well it seems that you got to have a good look at my kitty after all. I hope you liked what you saw. As Bugs Bunny was so keen on saying, 'That's all folks'! Get dressed and be on your way". We stood up and walked back to our pile of clothes. I was so busy concerning myself with getting dressed that I missed the final scene. Only Conan, who was facing where Nicola was collecting her clothes saw the last act. Nicola bent down to pick up her panties, which she slid back on over her legs, careful not to let her 'kitty' show again. Then she picked up her bra, took off her yellow shirt, finally revealing her big, bouncy bosoms (as Conan put it), put her bra on and pulled her shirt back on over it. Conan said that it happened so fast that he didn't get time to tell the rest of us, a likely story.
And that was Nicola. We have only the one picture to remind us of her, and that snapshot stored in my memory of her standing over me, looking up her skirt at her uncovered beaver and ass.