Behind The Bike Sheds,
Chapter 13

Twyla

From our previous experiences, for this show we had remembered to bring some music along, and we definitely needed it. Donna had described Twyla as a bit of a livewire who loves to dance and she wasn't wrong.

We arrived at the usual behind the bike sheds location on the Friday evening in question. It was a very sunny evening, a perfect temperature for being without your clothes, in fact it was particularly warm. We hadn't been there long when Twyla waltzed around the corner.

"So, have you boys got some music for me?" she asked right away, kicking her shoes off and writhing and gyrating as if there was already music playing on full volume. Adam pulled the ghetto blaster he had brought from his bag and set it up in front of us.

"What kind of music would you like?" he asked.

twyla - "We don't have to take our clothes off!"

"We don't have to take our, clothes off, to have a good time, uh-uh," Twyla sang. "Something with a hot beat, none of that heavy rock shit." Adam fumbled around in his bag looking at various cassettes.

"This should do it," he stated. Some relatively obscure 80's disco track about numbered heartaches started blaring out loudly across the showgirl stage. Adam turned it down a little, as we didn't want to draw attention to ourselves.

"That'll do," Twyla continued to move, but now in time with the music. She used one of the fences to steady herself as she danced very provocatively, jutting her hips towards us and pouting her lips. She was wearing a black skirt and a floral top, what appeared to be a matching set of floral panties just peeked out above the hem of her skirt.

There was a brief pause as the track came to an end and before the next track started up, Twyla removed her skirt. Underneath was the panties to match her floral top, as I had suspected. Her top was quite tight fitting, so it made it difficult to judge the size of her tits, especially as I wasn't sure if she was wearing a bra or not.

The music started up again, this time a track about strutting your funky stuff began to play. I wondered where Adam had gotten his music from, as they were tracks I'd never heard before, but were very cool in their disco kind of way.

"You boys need to join the party rather than standing there like trees. Let your branches blow in the wind to the music and get those feet moving to the beat!" Twyla instructed. I was not the world's greatest dancer and the thought of having to dance in front of a showgirl who was clearly experienced on the dancefloor embarrassed me a little. I would rather that she had asked us to undress, as I was used to that.

I moved around a little uncomfortably. I could see that Adam seemed equally inept but Mike and Conan seemed to be totally at home with their boogying. I watched them a little and tried to copy their moves. Once again the track came to an end and there was a brief lull in the music.

"I tell you what, boys," Twyla said. "Every time the music stops, I will take off one item of clothing, and you do the same. OK?" We all nodded in agreement. Twyla took off her floral top, as we all removed our t-shirts. Underneath the top was a black bra. I remembered that Nicola had used a similar tit-for-tat ploy to get us undressed but I couldn't imagine that Twyla was wearing that many sets of underwear that we would be naked before she was.

She kept dancing away until the music stopped once again, and this time she took off her bra whilst the boys and I took our shorts off, leaving us in our sneakers, socks and underwear. Twyla's tits now revealed themselves and they were delicious, a lovely shape and size and firm but not too firm and as she continued to dance, they jiggled up and down on her chest in a mesmerising dance of their own. My cock very much appreciated her movement, and that of her tits, and began straining at my underwear, keen to be let out. I had lost a little of my earlier embarrassment over my awful dancing skills and was getting into the mood now.

She danced around, showing us her ass and then the music dropped again. We were expecting Twyla to take off her panties, which was the only item of clothing she was still wearing. Instead she said,

"I'll tell you what, boys. Instead of taking more clothes off, why don't I show you what's under my panties and you can all show me what's in your shorts?" Before we had any time to think about it, she grabbed hold of her panties, and pulled them to one side, revealing a hairy pussy. Following her lead, we all pulled our underwear to one side and let our stiff cocks spring out into the warm evening air.

"I've always wanted to say 'you show me yours, and I'll show you mine'," she giggled. "Now let's go all the way!" As the next track started, she removed pulled her panties down and let them drop to the floor and we followed suit and took our underwear off. She continued the dancing as did we. If, as a man, you've ever tried dancing whilst your cock is hard, you might understand the slight comedy of the situation. Your cock bounces around as you move, flapping up and down and side to side. It's quite an erotic sensation and together with my cock's enhanced feelings, and Twyla's dancing, I was getting very hard.

The next track finished and whilst it was quiet, Twyla climed up onto one of the concrete supports that held the pole. As the music continued, she began dancing around the pole, her tasty ass and delicious tits coming and going from view as she swung around. I was impressed how animated she could be with such a small space to stand on. Many of the other showgirls had nearly fallen off when they had tried something similar.

I recognised the next track as Bad Girls by Donna Summer. Twyla continued the show and began to sing along. Mid-way through the track she suddenly stopped dancing and asked,

"Have you boys seen enough yet. Oh, wait, your guidelines said that I should give you a good look at my pussy. You are a naughty bunch aren't you. It isn't enough that I should dance naked around this pole for you, my beaver, ass and tits on show, but you want a close-up of my beaver. Is that it?" This wasn't exactly true, as we would all have been happy with the show we had seen so far, but Mike for one wasn't going to be deterred from a bit more.

"Go girl!" he encouraged.

Twyla swung around so that her ass was facing us and lifted her left leg around the pole. She then grabbed her ass and pulled it slightly to open up her pussy. Though it was hairy, her actions meant we could clearly see her beaver lips. We had all stopped dancing at this point and Twyla climbed down from the pole and looked across at us.

"It seems my show has done it's job, as you're all as stiff as this pole here."

"Great show!" Mike, usually the fastest to respond, as always. "Nice dancing." It was an unwritten rule that we never asked the showgirls anything about themselves. I would have loved to know whether Twyla was a professional dancer, and there were always so many things I would have liked to ask the girls, and although our guidelines didn't specifically prohibit it, it seemed like a good idea for everyone to retain their anonymity. We didn't even know if Twyla was her real name or not.

She went over to where her clothes and shoes were lying on the floor and got dressed. As the music continued to play, she danced her way around the corner and back towards the car park. We all got dressed and as usual chatted about the show we had seen. For once we were unanimous in agreeing that Twyla's dancing had been a good thing and we vowed to remember to bring music in the future too.

Behind The Bike Sheds,Chapter 13

Twyla

Behind The Bike Sheds,
Chapter 13