Behind The Bike Sheds,
Chapter 9

Minnie

We decided not to have a show on the first Friday back at college, to give us a chance to check behind the bike sheds to see whether it was still going to be alright as a stage for our shows. Other than it having had a lick of paint here and there, nothing had changed and so we arranged to meet our next showgirl the following Friday.

Our next showgirl was Mindy, or Minnie as I found that she liked to be called. The four of us made our way to the usual location and almost on the dot of 5:45, Minnie appeared. She had long, dark hair and was wearing a pair of sneakers and a tight-fitting pink dress. It was clear that she was not overly gifted in the breast department. What else she was wearing beneath the dress we would find out soon enough.

"Hello boys!" as the old bra advert went. She swung her long hair over her shoulder. "So how does this go? Do you have some music for me to strip to?" We'd never thought about it but it was a good idea. We should try and figure out a way to bring some music with us for the next show.

Mike responded, "We don't have any music, sorry."

"That's a shame, I like to dance! I guess I'll just have to have a song running through my mind instead. Maybe 'The Stripper'." She giggled, it was a cheeky kind of sound. She held onto the straps of her dress and lowered the right one over her arm.

"Look!" She exclaimed. "I seems to have come out without a bra on. How forgetful of me." She indicated to her shoulder which was free of any bra strap and made a big fuss out of straightening her dress back out. "No, wait." She reached down into a plastic shopping bag that she had brought with her, and pulled out a white bra. "Here it is! I hope you boys don't mind, but I need to take off my dress to put this bra on. I can't just slide it underneath."

She put the bra onto the bag and grabbed hold of the bottom of her dress. "You might want to look away while I take my dress off." As if we were going to do that! In that way which women do which I have never fathomed, crossing their arms and lifting them up, she took off her dress revealing her yellow panties. Though her small tits were now visible, my eyes were drawn to her panties which I could see were slightly see-through. The yelow panties were high cut and it was also clear that Minnie had quite a hairy pussy, as a few stray hairs peeked out from the sides of her panties. I was already thinking about what her pussy might look like when it was freed from its yellow confinement. My cock had already decided that it was going to be delightful and was standing to attention ready to salute when the time was right.

Holding the waist straps of her panties and pulling them tight around her waist, Minnie continued, "Would you look at that?" She signalled that we should look at her panties. "Not only have I forgotten to put on a bra, but the one I brought doesn't match these panties. These are the wrong panties for the bra." She bent down to where the plastic bag was lying on the ground and pulled out a pair of white panties that matched the bra she had taken out earlier.

"These are the matching panties, what must I have been thinking when I left the house this afternoon. No bra, and these tiny yellow panties. I'm sorry boys but I'm going to have to take off these yellow panties as well as my dress. You should probably avert your eyes."

Bending forward she began to take off her yellow panties. With her panties just below her, now clearly hairy pussy, they formed a yellow arrow pointing directly at her pussy which to me was saying 'Here it is. Follow this arrow to a land of mystery and delight'. It reminded me of Laura's trimmed pussy arrow. I would have stopped Minnie at that point if I could have, as I thought it was such a powerful erotic image. Thankfully Conan must have been having similar thoughts and he managed to get a picture just at the right time.

With her pink dress and yellow panties off, she stood in front of us, naked other than her trainers. Her tits were slightly larger than I had originally thought and her waist and hips had a very womanly shaped. Between her legs was a big hairy muff that covered her bush almost as well as her yellow panties had. My cock was definitely appreciating the view of this older woman naked in front of us and was pumping itself harder and harder. She breifly played a little bit coy and turned to face away from us with her legs slightly apart. Swivelling her upper body to face us, she smiled.

"It seems to me that you boys aren't that interested in me putting my white bra and panties on. Maybe you would prefer that I stayed in the nude. Do you like my ass, boys?" She leaned forward, facing away from us with her ass pointing towards us. "Do you have a clear enough view." She bent further forward and stretched her legs further apart. Her bush lips were now visible between her ass cheeks, the mound of hair almost decorating the view without spoiling it. My cock was definitly appreciating the scene and was twinging against my shorts, still holding it in.

"Awsome Ass," Mike was always the first to strike up. "And very well displayed". Minnie wiggled her ass up and down, with it still pointing at us, her legs apart.

She stood by the pole and held onto it with one hand, as if about to climb up. "Glad you like it! Now what am I supposed to do next. According to your guidelines you need to see my ass, tits and pussy, and you've done all that. It's your turn to undress. I want to see you all naked. You can keep your trainers on but everything else off."

We all stripped down to nothing but our trainers and Minnie could clearly see all of our cocks big and hard, and unquestionably enjoying her show. I was glad that my cock was now released from my shorts, the fresh air was liberating and it felt even bigger than when it was cooped-up in my shorts.

"I see, boys, that you are all obviously are not interested in me putting my white underwear on. I tell you what, let me climb onto this pole. I always wanted to try pole dancing." She climed up on the concrete support and hung off it, doing her best impression of a pole dancer. At one point she nearly slipped and fell off.

"Whoa, this pole dancing is more dangerous than I thought". She carefully made her way around to the front and held onto the pole cautiously. Her writhing and pretending to dance had made my cock as hard as ever. She was so brazen and seemed very at home with her body.

"If only this pole was one of your cocks." With the pole behind her, still facing us, she began to move up and down, moving her hands along the pole as if stroking our cocks. Each time she bent down, her legs spread wide apart, revealing her hairy pussy and lips in clear focus.

"I tell you what," she continued. "Grab a hold of your cocks, and as I move up and down the pole, move your hands up and down your cocks at the same time." We all held our cocks and as she moved up and down the pole, we masturbated in synch. She began slowly and then, feeling less at risk of falling off, she increased the speed. The opening and closing of her legs, as our hands gripped up and down our cocks had the obvious effect. Adam was first to ejaculate, and the rest of us followed soon afterwards, our cum spraying out towards Minnie. As she was on the pole and not standing on the ground, she was saved from being covered in a sticky mess.

"Now, doesn't that feel better, boys?" She climed down from the pole and picked up the white bra and panties that she had been showing us earlier and put them on. Her bra did a very good job of making her boobs look bigger and more shapely, and I wondered why she hadn't put it on to begin with, but no doubt she had some method in her madness.

"Finally, I get to change my clothes like I had wanted to in the first place. You naughty boys making me flash my private parts at you like that." She picked up her pink dress and put it back on. "You boys can get dressed again now too if you want, unless you were planning to go home like that". We got ourselves dressed as Minnie tidied up her clothes, and put her yellow panties in the bag.

"Well, boys, I must me on my way. Until next time!" She blew us a kiss and turned to walk away. I had enjoyed Minnie's show. For some reason the fact that she was an older woman turned me on. Then again, the showgirls that Donna had sent us were generally of a certain age.

If you've been reading 'Behind The Bike Sheds' this far, you're probably sensing a theme to these events: showgirl turns up, showgirl undresses, showgirl asks the boys to undress, show ends. You would, of course, be quite correct, and there were many more showgirls who put on a show than I have written about. There were nearly 40 in all, but Conan was only able to track down, and get the permission of, around a half of them to allow him to publish their pictures on-line. Conan even became good at getting the showgirls to pose, offering suggestions to get better pictures. Some welcomed his suggestions, some did not!

In order that you don't become bored with roughly the same story time after time, from here on in, I've only written about the showgirls who we particularly liked, or did something different or special, or where there is an interesting tale to tell. However, if Conan got the permission of one of the showgirls to have her pictures on the internet, you will find them in the galleries, story or not.