Behind The Bike Sheds,
Chapter 36
Karen
The boys were quite enjoying the new outdoor nature of our experiences, and the fact that the scenery changed as did the showgirls. The idea of the audition picture was also welcomed, and the women who sent them in often tried to make them revealing but not too much, after all they wouldn't want to give the game away.
On the phone, Karen seemed very surprised that we wanted her to come and put on a show for us.
"Are you sure you really want to see me with my clothes off?" she asked. "I'm no spring chicken and you might be disappointed."
I didn't get the sense that she was shy, perhaps just a little lacking in confidence. After all, that's why many of the showgirls performed for us, to boost their self-confidence. I knew I had to respond positively.
"We all loved your audition photo and I can tell you that there could be no way that your ass could be disappointing, so I'm pretty certain that the rest of you won't be either," I encouraged. "And who cares about spring chickens, a 40 year old whiskey is my preference any day."
"Even a 40 year old whiskey is a spring chicken compared to me," she seemed to warm to this idea. "But if you're certain that you and your friends would be interested in seeing this old barrel, then I should be happy to oblige." We agreed a time and a place and as always, it was up to Karen to choose the venue. Since we had lost access to our original stage behind the bike sheds, it seemed that most of the showgirls had chosen forest type locations, away from prying eyes. It made sense to keep it remote, and giving the showgirls the choice of the venue helped put them at ease as they would know the ins and outs of their chosen location.
On the day of the show, the boys and I made our way to the location that Karen had proposed. It was a footpath running along the side of the field with a wooded hedgerow running alongside it. It was a relatively long footpath, and Karen hadn't said whereabouts on it we would find her. The allotted hour arrived and there was no sign of her. It was a little bit windy and though not chilly, it didn't seem like the ideal day for getting naked. Perhaps Karen had decided not to come.
Just as we were beginning to think that Karen might be a no-show, she appeared at the far end of the footpath. We waved and she waved back and made her way towards us.
"Of course we would like you to take off your dress, we are all very keen to see your womanly body. If you feel uncomfortable though, then please don't feel obliged to." I tried to strike the right balance between showing positive support, but giving her an out if she was having second thoughts.
"Surely you boys aren't interesting in seeing a ropey old dog like me?" I sensed that a lot of encouragement was going to be necessary.
I responded, "We most certainly are. There's nothing ropey about someone with an ass like the one you're hiding under that dress. Maybe lift it just a little higher so we can see it in its full glory?" She looked over her shoulder at us and leaned a little bit further forward.
"So is that what you were expecting?" she asked.
"That's a nice ass you've got there Karen," Mike was always quick on the draw when it came to complimenting the showgirls. "And it looks as if you came out without any panties on too." At that, Karen stood back up and faced us.
"What do you think I am? Do I look like the kind of woman who would come out with no panties on?" She asked the questions in quite a stern way, but I was sensing a little cheekiness in her tone. She raised the hem of her dress to the top of her stockings but it was still too low to tell whether she was wearing panties or not.
"Well you aren't wearing a bra!" Conan, obviously spotting the same thing I had, interjected. "So my guess is that you aren't wearing any panties either."
"Interesting," Karen responded. "So you think that just because I'm not a woman who wears a bra, I would also not wear any panties. What about you?" She pointed to Adam who had been quiet so far.
"Having seen so much of your ass with no sign of your panties," Adam mused, "I agree with the others, I think you are not wearing any panties."
She unbuttoned here dress all the way to the bottom. Her white panties covered her pussy and the dress, hanging down, revealed her cleavage but not her breasts. It was exactly the kind of view that my brain, and my cock, most enjoyed. Nothing too overt, but plenty of fuel for the mind. Karen walked over to a nearby tree. The afternoon breeze blew her dress gently around, providing brief glimpses of her breasts. My cock responded positively to the tempting taste of her tits that it was getting.
"You bet we do!" I quickly replied. I remembered how Donna had always said that one of the reasons that many of the showgirls were keen to show their naked bodies to us was that they lacked self-confidence in themselves, or had been told by their boyfriends or husbands that they were no longer pretty.
"Karen, if I may," I continued, "from the breif glimpses of your body that I have seen so far, you have a great ass, and by the looks of things, some impressive boobs too. I, for one, would love to see what else you have underneath that dress of yours. I'm sure the rest of the boys feel the same way." With that, the other boys nodded and made positive noises.
It was inevitable that not all of our showgirls would be stunners, in fact most had been relatively plain in the looks department, but one they took off their clothes, the male brain has the ability to switch off the neurons that control our concern about looks, and instead the ones that control our cocks switch on. I could also see that she was wearing a white suspender belt to hold up her stockings and, surprisingly, a wedding ring too. I wondered if her husband knew where she was and what she was up to. She had obviously made an effort, though I remembered her wearing a very similar get-up in her audition photo.
"Definitely!" Mike replied, always the first off the mark. "A woman with your curves deserves to be enjoyed in totality. It would be a crime to leave without connecting all the dots." Karen seemed to like this response.
Conan added, somewhat boldly for him, "I'll show you what's in my shorts if you show me what's under your panties."
"That sounds like a reasonable exchange," Karen seemed a little less hesitant. "I tell you what, I will lower my panties slowly, and you two," she indicated towards Mike and Conan, "lower your panties at the same speed. The rest of you turn around and face the opposite direction." Was only Conan going to get the full show. We were all disappointed that we hadn't jumped in more quickly. Hopefully, as our cameraman, Conan would at least catch everything on film.
"I was 100 percent correct," Mike was saying, "what's under your panties is definitely to be enjoyed" I was wondering what they had seen. Would it be a big hairy bush as it had been in some cases, would she be relatively free of hair, or might she have even trimmed it a little. Maybe she was even totally bald like Kate had been. My imagination once again running amok led my cock to tighten its stretch on my shorts.
"I totally like what I see. But don't stop now. You may as well go the whole hog and take your panties right off." Conan continued to be more intrepid than he usually was.
"I totally love the way your stockings and garter belt frame the area inbetween. And I agree with Conan, take them off completely."
I could hear more shuffling and both Conan and Mike wolf-whistled Karen a couple of times. They had long since realised that she wanted lots of re-assurance that we really were interested in seeing her body. For Adam and I, the temptation to look over our shoulders and see what Mike and Conan were looking at was very large. We decided to offer our own encouragement.
"It sounds like Mike and Conan have got one hell of a view. Is there any chance that we could take a look?" I asked.
"Given that tasty ass you had going on, and those juicy breasts, I would love to find out what the rest of you looks like." Mike added.
Karen was definitely one of the more wrinkly showgirls that we had had. I couldn't place her age precisely, but I would guess she was in her 50s, which also put her near the older end of our showgirls, though probably not as old as Kate.
"Wowser!" Mike exclaimed. "I knew you would have the whole package going on." Karen smiled.
It was my turn to re-assure her, "That is certainly a body to behold. And I love the touch with the stockings."
"Many a fine tune played on an old fiddle," Adam, being his usual off-beat self, offered. Sometimes I wonder where he got it all from. Too much time on computer games most likely.
"Time for a little exercise!" Karen seemed to have got her mojo back. "We're going for a short walk. Leave your clothes here." Why was it that so many of the showgirls arranged some kind of additional entertainment that inevitably involved us either being parted from our clothes, or being teased to the point of ejaculation. I wondered which it would be with Karen.
"Follow me!" Karen instructed. She walked back along the footpath in the direction from which she had first appeared, and as we reached the end of the hedgerow, there was a bench with a towel draped over it. My cock was deep in thought as to what might happen next when Karen, standing next to the bench, raised her right leg and rested it on the arm of the bench.
"There you go. I hope you all got a good look!" She stood back down, closing the gap that had been between her legs which had allowed us to get a detailed view of her pussy. She re-buttoned her dress, threw the towel around her shoulders and walked off, leaving us all standing there naked. She waved at us as she walked off into the distance, and we knew better than to follow. Anonymity is important for our showgirls.
Once she was out of sight, we returned to where our clothes were, and dressed ourselved. She had left her white panties left behind under the tree. Adam was going to pick them up as a souvenir, but we all agreed that it was more fun to leave them so that anyone who happened to walk this way would see them and wonder what had gone on.
On our journey home, we discussed Karen. She hadn't been the most attractive of the showgirls we had seen, and it was good she had kept her garter belt on, as without it her wrinkled stomach may have been visible. The stockings got a general thumbs up. We also decided to vet the audition photos in more detail, as although her ass had definitely been something we were interested in, and had enjoyed seeing in the flesh, the lack of any other details on her photograph had masked other problems. It was amazing how picky we were getting about what women to choose, after all, how many students our age had rows of women lining up to take all their clothes off for them?