Behind The Bike Sheds,
Chapter 7
Caroline
Donna called me one evening just after college had ended for the summer break. She told me there was an ever growing list of women who wanted to come and show us their wares. Apparently, word was getting around (though exactly where I couldn't imagine) and the fact that the boys were always courteous and stayed their distance, put the women at ease. Many, she told me, had daydreams about performing a striptease at a men's club, and receiving the adoration of the audience, but they felt it was far too risky and complicated, and that the enjoyment they got seeing the boys' cocks rock solid was even better.
We wouldn't be back at college until the autumn and although we could get access to the buildings and playing fields, in the summer the college was hired out for corporate events and conferences, and security was tight. The car park, in particular, was out-of-bounds. Our showground behind the bike sheds was therefore out of action for the next few months.
Donna told me that one of her friends, Caroline, would be moving out of the area over the summer, but had really wanted to come and meet us all. In addition to the lack of a venue, Conan, our cameraman, had gone away meaning not only did we not have our regular photographer, but he would miss any shows put on over the summer period. The summer, Donna pointed out, was a great time for these shows as it was warm and sunny, and the days were long. She also said that she had a few ideas for alternative venues.
Somewhat grudgingly, I took Caroline's number from her and promised that I would give her a call. After the call I realised how ungrateful I was being. Here was another woman willing to show all for us and I was almost dismissing it as the conditions weren't perfect. Feeling a little guilty I called Caroline.
Caroline was very excited at the prospect of becoming one of our showgirls. The summer, she said, was the ideal time to get back to nature. On Donna's suggestion, I agreed that we would meet her at the back of a field where there was an old, disused, water tower where no-one ever went, apparently for fear that the tower might collapse and drown them. Surlely if the tower was unused, there wouldn't still be any water in it? Just to make sure that no-one followed us, instead of the usual Friday night meeting time, we agreed to rendez-vous at 8am on Sunday morning when the majority of the population would be enjoying a long lie-in.
It meant that I would have to leave home at 7am which might arouse suspicion, but Adam came up with a plan.
"Why don't you come over to my place on Saturday night. We can play some video games and you can stay over, and then we can all leave early on Sunday. My mom is away, so no-one will know what time we leave." It was a great idea and would mean that we would all travel together to the old water tower which helped with the logistics.
Sunday morning came around, and somewhat bleary-eyed, the three of us picked up a camera (Adam's this time, which wasn't quite as good as Conan's) and head off. Crossing the field to the old water tower (our temporary 'bike sheds') was easy enough, as it had been had been mowed. As we approached the tower itself, a problem presented itself. The area around the tower was covered with brambles and creepers. In our shorts, they were already beginning to scrape at our ankles. We couldn't imagine anyone wanting to take their clothes off here, one fall and you would end up covered in scratches. We set about carefully tamping down some of the undergrowth to try and make a few places where it was safer to stand.
At just gone 8am, we saw Caroline crossing the field in the distance. As she got closer I could see that she was wearing a blue denim skirt, a white coat and red scarf, was carrying a white handbag, and on her feet had what looked like a pair of red court shoes, which were not ideal footwear given the circumstances underfoot.
"Hi!" She introduced herself. "I'm Caroline. Which of you is Jamie?" I raised my hand. We really should get out of the habit of doing that, especially now that were weren't even at college at the moment.
"Nice to meet you." She offered me her hand, and gently shook it. Her hand was a little clammy, then again, the air hadn't really warmed up in the morning sun yet. I guessed she might also have been a little nervous. She could see that we had made an attempt to find somewhere safe to stand and walked over to the old water tower. She took off her coat and scarf and hung them on a rung of the tower.
"Would you like a picture of me now, with my clothes still on?", she asked.
"Are you sure you are OK with this?" Mike asked.
"Oh yes," came the response. "It's a beautiful morning, so what could be more fun than stripping naked for three lovely boys like you."
"Seriously," Mike continued. "We really wouldn't want you to do anything you feel uncomfortable with."
"I'm not in the least uncomfortable. It's sweet of you to check, most men wouldn't have the emotional intelligence to notice but Donna told me that you boys were good'ns. If you're sensing me seeming a little nervous, I can tell you it's nervous excitement. Isn't that part of the fun? Aren't you also a little nervous with anticipation? I could hardly sleep last night knowing what was planned for this morning, so please don't worry, I'm definitely up for becoming one of your showgirls."
"That's good to hear." Mike's voice calm, almost soft. "We are full of nervous anticipation, if you want to call it that. Thank you for being here."
We all had to bend down slightly which risked more scratches, but none of us would turn down an invitation like that. Peering up her skirt we could see her white panties which were almost see-through. Though we couldn't fully see her pussy, the panties were tight enough to leave a slight camel toe where he beaver was. She stood up straight and lifted her skirt up.
"Does that put you at ease? Would someone who didn't want to be here flash her semi-invisible panties at you? Just relax," as if that was possible, we were getting hard already. "There's plenty more to see. Like these for example." 
"Now", she grinned at us. "You can clearly see that I'm not nervous. In fact you can clearly see most of me! Now it's your turn for me to see most of you. Take off your clothes boys, all of them." We took off our shorts and underwear, and our shirts but left our sneakers on. "Sneakers too," Caroline ordered.
"But there are brambles everywhere," Adam opined. "If we stand in the wrong place, we will have to pick thorns out of our feet."
"So you'd better stand still!" She laughed. "And don't go tripping up either, as your dicks would find the thorns far more painful than your feet." She laughed again. "It seems you're all enjoying the show so far." Our cocks were already standing proud. "Let's see if we can turn those sausages into flagpoles." It was our turn to laugh a little. She stepped up onto the concrete plinth and held onto the aging tower.
"Such a shame," she began. "If I had manage to get a little higher, I was going to swing around the main support with my legs open. Being so much higher than you boys are, you would have had a lovely view of my love-hole. Let's try something different."
"Come and get a closer look!" Caroline laughed louder than before, as we realised that to do that would mean walking barefoot on the thorn-strewn undergrowth. None of us moved, our cocks, however, sprung a little higher. "Afraid to walk over the thorns and hurt your tender young feet? Let's see if I can tempt you to risk it."
She climed back onto the ground and walked off slightly back towards the field until she was clear of the brambles. Then, to our surprise, she lay down on the floor and raised her right leg. If we could get close enough, we would have an excellent view of her pussy now, as her legs were spread wide apart.
Still sitting on the grass with her legs slightly apart, "Would you kind boys go and get my clothes and my handbag for me?" This would involve the dangerous trek across the thorns once again. I volunteered and made the precarious return journey.
"I see you are all thoroughly enjoying the show. Let's see if we can't get those flagpoles even bigger. All of you, come over to where I am sitting. Now dress me. Panties first, then skirt, then my top. I will handle my coat and scart."
She wasn't wrong, our cocks hardened even further as we made our way over. Caroline sat there not helping us at all. We had to lift her legs of the floor ourselves to get her panties back on, and as they approached her ass, we found we needed to lift her up to slide them under where she was sitting. With the three of us standing over her, two of us gently put our hands under her back and lifted her, whilst the third slipped her panties on. Having worked out a method to do this, her skirt was easier.
She almost purposefully refused to help by raising her arms as we struggled to get her shirt back on. Finally we managed to get her arms through and pull it down over her chest.
"Now, wasn't that fun. I can see that all of you are fully excited. I bet you never thought that dressing a woman, instead of the undressing, would be so sexy."
She stood up and put her coat back on, placing her red scarf in her handbag.
"It has been wonderful meeting you all. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday!" She turned away from us, giving a wiggle of her ass, and walked off. We were left having to brave another walk over the brambles to our clothes, to get dressed. We head back to Adam's place and downloaded the photos from his camera. They hadn't come out that badly. We e-mailed them to Conan, who almost immediately called us. He was whispering from under the sheets in the house where his family was vacationing, but wanted the full story on how the show had gone. We recounted the story as best we could remember it. Adam was disappointed that he had missed it.
We all wondered where this adventure would lead next. It wouldn't be long before our next showgirl was lined up.