Behind The Bike Sheds,
Chapter 5

Sandy

It was another lovely sunny early evening as we made our way over to Behind The Bike sheds for the fourth of Donna's pre-arranged showgirls of this semester. Sandy was already waiting for us when we arrived. She was very slim, with long blonde hair, and was wearing a shiny pink top, black pants and a pair of high heeled sandals. I also guessed that as with Diana, she was also a little younger than some of the women that Donna had arranged for us to meet before, maybe in her late 20s.

As she saw us approach, she grabbed hold of one of the metal poles by the fence. With a big smile on her face, she asked,

"Are you boys ready for today's show? I can't wait to get started. I hope you don't mind me arriving a little early?"

Sandy seemed a real livewire and I wondered just how early she had arrived.

"As ready as we'll ever be," responded Mike.

"Let's get the show on the road!" And with that, she climbed up onto the concrete support. It didn't give her much room to stand and some of the other girls had already nearly fallen off. She was still wearing her high heel shoes, so I was a little concerned for her safety. Sandy on the other hand, seemed completely at home. She began singing Cream by Prince: 'Cream, get on top, cream, you will cop, cream, don't you stop...' whilst swinging around the pole.

My concern for her safety ebbed a little as it became clear that she was quite adept at clinging on. On the other hand, she didn't seem to realise that the idea was that she would undress, dancing being an optional extra.

She continued dancing around the pole, and her poses became increasingly erotic. She ground her crotch up and down the pole as if it was someone's cock. As the grinding continued, I wondered whether she might have had some professional experience with pole dancing and as my mind continued to drift into a fantasy where she was dancing naked around a pole for me in a darkened club, my cock began to decide that even with her clothes on, Sandy was definitly a sexy woman.

Prince's Cream gave way to I Wanna Sex You Up, as the dancing became even sexier. After a good ten minutes of watching her seductive moves, she stopped and hung off the pole with her left hand. She stared at the four of us with a cheeky look on her face. She grabbed the bottom of her top with her right hand and began to lift it upwards, revealing her very picturesque and beautifully toned tummy.

"Shall I take my top off? Surely you boys are too gentlemenly to want to see a woman reveal her body in nothing but her underwear?" I had to wonder whether she had got the message about the whole getting naked theme of the shows.

Remembering that encouragement always yielded good results, I quickly replied, "Yes please Sandy. And though we are all gentlemen, I think I speak for us all when I say that we would love to see what is under your top." I had no idea whether she was wearing a bra or not, many of the previous showgirls had not so it was quite possible that what was under her top was, in fact, her naked body. The rest of the boys made equally encouraging statement and in response, Sandy climed back down onto the pavement and kicked off her shoes.

Sandy lowered the shoulder straps of her top and it immediately became apparent that she was wearing a bra, as its white straps were now clearly visible. Though I was no expert on how women usually undressed, despite having now seen well over a dozen shows, I was suprised that she then lowered her top down her body. I was puzzling as to how she intended to take it off when she also grasped the waistband of her pants, and started lowering these too. In one swift and what looked like a well practiced movement, she lowered her top and her pants down to the floor.

There was now no doubt that Sandy's body was slim and extremely well toned. Though she was not curvy, she was in perfect proportion. Her bra was quite small, so I was guessing that her breast would not be large. Her panties were quite high cut and there was no evidence of beaver hair spillage around the seams, so perhaps she wouldn't have quite the jungles that some of the other girls had.

She climed back onto the pole and to the refrain of She's Got That Vibe which she sang, she continued the pole dancing show. Now in just her bra and panties, her gyrations and grinding actions were even more intensely erotic. My cock agreed and I could feel the bulge in my pants getting ever stronger. Her deftness around the pole was impressive and there could now be no doubt that she had done this before.

Donna's explanations of why the various showgirls were keen to put on a show would surely not apply to Sandy if she was, as I had suspected, some kind of professional erotic dancer, as she would have lots of men drooling over her scantily-clad body regularly, even paying for the privilege. Then again, maybe she had just learnt to dance around a pole privately, and wanted to come and put on a show to see whether her moves had the desired effect. They certainly had the effect of desiring to see more.

Sandy climed back down from the pole.

"So boys, shall I take off my bra? It's such a lovely warm evening that I am getting a little hot doing all this dancing." Before any of us had time to respond, she had lowered the straps of her bra over her shoulders, reached around behind her back, unfastened her bra and taken it off. Her breasts were relatively small but had large areolas. For some reason they reminded me of the nose of a reindeer. As small as they were, they were also not as firm as some of the others we had seen. I would have loved to have my hands feel the boobs of the various showgirls we had seen, to find out how they felt, but our rule was to stay our distance so I just had to imagine what they must feel like. My brain, and my cock, enjoyed this line of thinking and the bulge in my pants was now straining hard.

I thought we might have been in line for some more dancing at that point, but instead Sandy decided that the time was clearly right for her panties to come off too. Standing smiling at us, her long blonde hair reaching down and covering her breasts, she turned towards us.

"I know the rules say no touching, but I need a volunteer." I was the first to raise my hand, not necessarily the best response, but one drilled into me by years of education. "OK", she said, "come over here." Gingerly I walked towards her, fearful that I might get dragged into some dancing, which I was not exactly fond of. However, when I got within about a foot of her she said, "That will do, stop there." She turned around so that her ass was facing me and the rest of the boys. "Reach over and hold the strap that runs around my panties." Gingerly I moved my hand towards her ass and began to put my fingers around the narrow strap that was running down the crack of her ass. The feel of her soft naked skin against my hand set my heart into overtime, it felt like it would jump out of my chest.

She almost jumped as my hand brushed against her ass. "Not there!" My hand moved away from her faster than a mousetrap. "Let's try again. Grab the strap that goes around my waist, not the one that goes down my ass, silly boy." Even more gingerly than before, I let my fingers descend between the pantie strap around her body, and her waist, until I was gripping the soft white material.

"Have you got the strap firmly in your hand?" she asked.

"Yes," was all I could manage in response.

"Right, when I say 'go', I want you to pull the strap away from my body as quickly as you can." Time seemed to stop as she uttered the word "Go!"

I yanked at the strap, pulling it rapidly away from her body. To my shock, the strap broke in several places and I was left standing with her panties in my hand. Still with her back to us, we could now see her firm and tight ass. My cock was really loving this show, of that there was little doubt.

She laughed, "now go back to where your friends are". As I turned to face the others, they all looked at me with a combination of jealousy and surprise. "Oh, and now that you have destroyed my panties, you can leave them over there." She pointed to a place on the pavement. I placed what was left of her white panties where she had indicated and made my way back to the rest of the boys.

What happened next should have been obvious, given how the show had progressed so far. Sandy made her way back onto the concrete support and once again continued to dance around the pole. This time it was You Keep Me Hangin' On that she sang as she gyrated. Her moves were now totally mesmerising. In addition to some almost gymnastic acrobatics, swinging wildly around the pole, she also lowered her body up and down, her pussy rubbing up against the pole. I wondered if she could feel the movement and whether it was turning her on as much as it was me.

Her pussy was not completely free of hair, but it had a well defined shape which seemed completely appropriate for her amazingly trimmed body.

"Why don't you be a man about it, and set me free," she sang, "Cos you don't really love me, you just keep me hangin' on." The singing and dancing eventually came to an end. "Phew, all this dancing has made me very warm. I don't suppose any of you boys has got any water with you?"

We all looked at each other and waved our heads from side to side. It seemed that none of us had brought any drinks with us. Nor had we remembered to bring music or a towel. We definitely needed to get better organised.

"We're sorry Sandy," Adam took the lead, "none of us have got anything to drink at all."

"That's a shame. I was going to get you to pour some of the water over my body to cool me down. My beaver is getting especially hot up against this pole, in the sunlight. It could do with a bit more air."

Holding onto the pole with her right hand, she grabbed her breast with her left hand, and with the same deft movements that she had displayed throughout the show, raised her left leg high in the air.

"Aah, that's better. I can feel a gentle breeze wafting across my beaver. It's beautiful, don't you think?" I wasn't sure whether she was refering to the breeze or her beaver. Either way, they were both beautiful in their own way.

"Very beautiful," Mike replied first. Sandy just stood there, her legs wide apart and her pussy in full view. I noticed that her pussy hair was more dense than I had thought it was, but in a narrow strip running up from her lips. It was definitely the kind of view that my dick was very much appreciating.

"Now boys." Sandy climbed down from the post and walked towards where her panties were laying on the ground. "It's time for me to see your dicks, although it looks as if they are keen to see me for themselves, so get those pants off. Oh, and your shirts too while you're at it." She walked backwards and forwards in front of us as we undressed. My cock was pleased to be released from its cotton cage and sprung willingly to attention as my pants and underwear fell to the floor.

"Impressive display!" Sandy stood in front of us, taking a good look at our cocks. At this point I wished we hadn't included the 'no touching' rule in our guidelines as it was straining so hard, I wanted to spread my load and get the euphoria that goes with it.

Almost sensing my frustration, Sandy walked over to where her panties were on the floor. It was the usual 10 feet or so away from where we were standing. She sat down on the floor with her legs apart, her beaver still staring right at us and her defunct panties between her thighs.

"Shall we find out what you have in you?" she asked. "I want to see how much you like my beaver. When I say 'go', I want you all to wank your juicy cocks, and spray your cum towards me. See if you can hit my panties." I was doubtful we could get that far but I liked the idea of a challenge. She continued, "The one who gets nearest will get a special prize!"

I wondered what the prize might be. In the past, the showgirls had given us a variety of 'prizes' but I couldn't imagine what Sandy might have in mind.

"Right!" Sandy sounded quite forceful for such a sweet and lively nymph. "Grab your cocks boys." We all held onto our shafts. It felt good to hold my cock. I sensed that it appreciated the human touch, even my own, and knew that it wouldn't be long after Sandy fired the starting gun that my own gun would fire. I was still in a world of my own when Sandy started speaking.

"Ready. Steady." There was a long pause. "Go!" I was already on the edge, and I decided that my best bet to shoot my load as far as I could was not to hammer my cock as hard as I could, which was what the rest of the boys seemed to be doing, but to tease it gently and let my cock muscles do the rest of the work.

Conan was first to jerk and though his cum spurted impressively, the angle of ejaculation was too low and it didn't reach more than a couple of feet from where he was standing. Adam followed soon afterwards and unfortunately for him, his hand got in the way, and more of his cum splattered on his wrist than very far in front of him. I hadn't really been taking much notice of what was going on, I was lost in my own world, staring intently at Sandy's naked body, luxuriating over her beaver and tits, whilst gently stroking my throbbing cock.

Now it time for my gun to explode. I was just about able to direct myself at a decent angle and in the right direction before a hot stream of jizz erupted from my desperate cock. My load travelled an impressive distance, maybe 5 or 6 feet but did not get as far as where Sandy was sprawled. Mike came last and must have hit the sweet spot, as his cum travelled even further than mine, maybe a foot or so further.

Sandy remained sat on the pavement as our cocks slowly deflated into their flacid state.

"It seems you," she pointed at Mike, "were the winner. Congratulations. Would you like your prize?" Mike nodded his agreement. "Come over here." Mike wallked over to where Sandy was, as Sandy raised herself from her sitting position and stood up. Mike stood about a foot away from Sandy and stopped. Sandy walked right up to him, put her arms around his shoulders, pressing her naked body right up against Mike's naked body. Desipte having had little to no time to reset, his cock began to fill with life again. She put her hands on his cheeks and pulled his face towards hers and gave him a big kiss on the lips before moving back to where she had been standing.

"I hope your prize was worth coming for!" She emphasised the word 'coming' and Mike laughed, having got the point.

"Most definitely. Gold standard." Mike responded. Sandy collected her clothes together and got dressed, leaving her torn white panties on the floor.

"You boys can get dressed. Don't wait for me." Sandy offered. We all began to put our own clothes back on. Once we were all dressed, Sandy walked over to us and gave us all a peck on the cheek. "Second prize!" she said, and with that turned tail and walked back towards the car park.