Behind The Bike Sheds,
Chapter 35

Sofia

We received a rather terse e-mail from a woman called Sofia which we all agreed was forward as well as mysterious and intriguing. The email read:

Hello!

I am Sofia! I like to show you my body in secret! Your disappointment will be NEGATIVE, see my backwards!

You will find me in Forest path by parking zone, one with logs for gate. You know place well!

8pm. Sunday.

Sofia

Normally we called our proposed showgirls before the show and discussed a time and place. This was the first time that the time and place had been foisted upon us. We guessed from Sofia's name and e-mail that English may not be her first language and so we gave her the benefit of the doubt. Our main concern is that we weren't 100% sure which parking area she was referring to. There was one which was quite small where people usually only went to walk their dogs, and a larger one where folk parked with their families and went for picnics (as well as walking their dogs). We guessed that it would probably be the smaller one but as the two were less than a mile apart, we decided to hedge our bets and send Conan and Adam to the smaller one, while Mike and I would take the larger one. Thankfully 8pm on Sunday was a time we were all free, though her e-mail, comically, did not say which Sunday.

What swung our interest was the audition photograph she sent us. In it, she was in her kitchen and had her back to us. She was wearing nothing other than her shoes and was looking back over her shoulder at the camera. She had shoulder-length blonde curly hair, a cheeky look on her face, and an ass that we all agreed was in good shape. We could almost see her pussy peering out between her legs. With that as our teaser, there was no way we were going to miss the full show by being on the wrong forest path.

Sunday came around and we split up and went to the two areas where we thought we would find Sofia waiting. 8pm came and went and she didn't appear in either of them. We wondered whether we had been duped, or had got the wrong Sunday, and eventually, after waiting 20 minutes or so, began walking back to the parking areas to head home. As Mike and I were about to climb over the logs that served as the wall for the larger of the two parking areas, we heard a voice from behind a nearby tree.

"Is it you? I am waiting many time." We turned to see Sofia standing in a clearing, slightly hidden from the path, but almost in full view of the parking area. There were still plenty of people milling around and although Sofia was not in full view of them, from where we were standing we could see her, and see them. It was not as covert or hidden a location as we were accustomed to. We called Conan and Adam and told them where we were and within another 10 minutes they had arrived, a little out of breath after a brisk walk. In the meantime we had a brief conversation with Sofia and as a result had retreated slightly into the clearing so that we were out of site of the people in the nearby parking area.

Sofia was dressed very smartly in a white long-sleeved shirt dress which appeared a little oversized, it reminded me of a lab coat, and was wearing some of the highest heels we had seen on any of our showgirls which is presumably why she had been closer to the parking area than we had anticipated. Her curly blonde hair was as playful as it had been in the audition photograph she had send us. She had an innocent smile though through her broken English, we detected the hint of a cheeky persona. It was difficult to make out her figure underneath the dress she was wearing.

"You must wait for minute or two, I have tight new buttons." We weren't quite sure what she meant, however our confusion was soon abated as she began to unbutton her dress. It became clear what she had been intimating as she fumbled around, strugging to undo each button on her dress. It must have been relatively new, and the buttons a tight fit in the buttonholes. She started with the buttons at the bottom and made her way, one by one, upwards making a special effort to ensure that her dress remained closed so that we couldn't see what was underneath. After unbuttoning the last button, she held her dress closed with her hands. We still had no idea what to expect underneath, but we were about to be pleasantly surprised.

"You count me down from ten like rocket launch," Sofia instructed. We knew what she meant and so began the countdown.

"Ten, nine, eight..." we counted our way towards zero wondering what lift off might bring, "... two, one, lift off!"

On reaching lift off, Sofia pulled her dress open to reveal that she had nothing underneath. We all stared in amazement. She had good sized boobs, not large, but a good handful, as our measurement had been standardised. Her body wasn't what you would call curvy, but it was shapely, she wasn't fat and was in good proportion, her waist tucking in slightly above her wider hips. She stood with one leg slightly in front of the other so that her beaver wasn't in full view, but it was clear that she had no bush to speak of. Other than her high heel shoes, the only other thing she was wearing was a pair of lace topped stockings.

"I promised you not disappointed." In her stilted foreign accent, her statement sounded like a question and so we all nodded our agreement. "I make you want better see between my legs?" This time it was a question and as well as nodding we made positive noises.

She moved one leg to the side so that she was standing with her legs slightly apart. The sun was setting and the trees filtering out most of the remaining evening sunlight and so even though her bush was now visible, I still couldn't really make out its shape. What I could clearly see was that there was no bushy hair-do surrounding it. Maybe having a hair-free bush was something that foreign girls did, though the rumours I had heard generally stated the opposite. Mind you, Sofia was no girl, she was definitely in an age category that made her a woman.

With her legs still spread apart, Sofia grabbed hold of her breasts.

"Are you liking my titties?" she asked, as she squeezed them. Ironically, holding them in her hands made them look smaller than when they were swinging free.

"I'm liking the whole package!" Adam responded.

"I show you lady package," Sofia said in an almost businesslike voice. She began to lower her dress oto the ground. I still couldn't get the measure of her bush but I noticed that her tits and her waist had tan lines which must have meant that she had been somewhere sunny, and what's more, when she was there she hadn't put on such a naked show as she was doing now.

The show was moving quickly. It had only been a couple of minutes since Conan and Adam had arrived from their short run, and yet Sofia's no nonsense approach was firing up my brain and my cock, usually in agreement, was beginning to strain against my pants.

"You want to see my backwards?" Sofia asked. It was only now that it clicked with me that in her introductory e-mail, when she had said 'see my backwards', she was referring to the fact that her audition photograph showed her ass.

"You betcha!" Mike replied.

Sofia turned around so that her back was facing us then bent slightly forward and hoisted the back of her dress up over her ass. She looked back at us over her shoulder.

"How you like my backwards?" she asked. Not only was her ass now on view, but between her ass cheeks, her pussy lips were visible. I was no expert on female anatomy, though in reality I was probably getting to see a lot more of it than most boys my age, Sofia's beaver seemed further back between her legs than most of the other girls. When they stood facing us, I could usually see their bush. With Sofia, it was the view from behind that gave the clearest look at her lady package.

We all praised her 'backwards' though we kept the noise down a little as we were still close to the parking area where there would almost certainly be people still wandering around and we didn't want our discovery to spook Sofia and result in our show being cut short.

For the first time since the show had started, Sofia moved from the spot where she had been standing and walked a little closer towards the parking area where there was a large tree growing. She rested one hand on the trunk of the tree and raised her right leg into the 'climbing a tree' pose.

"Shall I climb tree, so you can look upwards at my lady package?" she asked. She surely wasn't intending to actually climb the tree, at least not with those high heels on. She stood there waiting for a response. It felt like some kind of test. Were we supposed to say 'yes, climb the tree' and then be chastised for being rediculous, or were we supposed to say 'no, don't do that' and be scalded for being too unadventurous.

"We can see your lady package very well!" Conan replied as he took another picture of her resing against the tree. "I wouldn't mind another look at your backwards though."

"Backwards and forwards," Adam added in his usual cryptic way.

"So I make the extra backwards for you," she said in her asking a question / answering a question voice. "Here, take my dress." She took off her dress, leaving her wearing just her stockings and heels, and threw her dress over towards us. Thankfully Adam caught it before it had the chance to hit the floor and be covered in mulch.

She turned around and repeated her backwards display, this time leaning against the tree for support. Though we had seen her breasts, pussy and ass already, now that she was free of the dress, the combination of all three seemed far more powerful and my cock was having a lot of fun straining against my shorts.

By now we must have had approaching 50 showgirls strut their stuff in front of us, but despite this, I still enjoyed every one. For some reason I was finding Sofia's show particularly enjoyable. I wasn't sure whether it was her curt, and direct, speech; her bubbly blonde hair; her high heels and stockings; or something completely different. Whatever it was, I decided to try and take a mental snapshot of her leaning against the tree for my personal enjoyment at a later time, even though I knew Conan would send around photos later. The photos only conveyed so much detail whereas right there, right then, there was so much more detail to record.

Sofia kept her back towards us and took off her shoes and whilst still leaning down, threw them between her legs at us. It was a good job that Mike caught them, as with those spiky heels, she could have had our eyes out. Slowly, she removed the stocking from her left leg, and then from her right until she was completely naked.

"I give you best backwards view," Sofia said, and again I had no idea whether this was a question or an answer.

She leaned up against the nearby tree and bent right down so that her ass was in the air and looked at us from between her legs. Her ass was looking even better than the mental picture I had made earlier, and at this angle, the pussy which had been partially hidden between her legs was now prominent and proud and there was no missing it. This really was a backwards view, and one of the best at that.

She stood back up, turned around to face us and walked back to where she hasd started the show.

"Show over. Throw back clothes." We couldn't have been with her for more than 5 minutes and I had to wonder exactly what the purpose of her putting on a show for us had been. Though I could see, through the wry smile hiding on her face, that she had enjoyed it, the almost military instructions to us, and her clipped speech made it difficult to know what was going on in her head.

Mike threw her shoes back towards her. They landed safely to her side, and still facing away from us she put them back on. Adam then threw the dress back to her ensuring that she would be able to catch it, which she did. After fiddling with the buttons for a minute or so, she was dressed again though with her back towards us we couldn't be sure. She leaned down and picked up the stockings which had been on the floor, and put them in a side pocket on her dress.

As she turned around to face us again, we could see that she must have struggled with the buttons as only one at the top of her dress, and one at the bottom were fastened. The middle part was left open, revealing a little cleavage under her breasts, and her stomach.

"I am go. You wait 5 minutes, then go." We let her walk off, and could see that she was trying to fasten a few more buttons before she got back to the, now very close, parking area. We could not see where she went after making her way through a gate. We waited 5 minutes, for some reason in silence, and then made our way home. It had been a short, sharp, show, but none the less enjoyable for it.

A day later, another e-mail arrived from Sofia. It read:

Hello!

Sofia here for you many, agains.

You might have noticed from my accent that I am not from the USA. I'm actually from Bulgaria, but moved to America about 20 years ago.

I very much enjoyed having you boys watch my naked show. I could see that you were all entertained by the bulge in your shorts! I like to pretend that I am a foreign spy, whose job is to conscript American men like Mata Hari. I find my fake accent helps make the story believable.

You have all now been recruited into the Bulgarian secret service, which we shall call the Backwards Brigade. You will report for duty as I instruct you.

Kisses,

Sofia

We were all a little amazed. She had done such a good impression of an Eastern European, ex-military type, that we had already decided we might be in trouble if the US authorities found out that we had been mingling with her. Maybe she was in the Bulgarian Backwards Brigade. If she was, her recruitment techniques were second to none and I for one would be reporting for duty as instructed.

Behind The Bike Sheds,Chapter 35

Sofia

Behind The Bike Sheds,
Chapter 35