Leo pressed himself into the back corner of the steamy shower stall, desperately trying not to make a sound. The echo of laughter and splashing water filled the locker room.
Every second stretched longer!!
He squeezed his eyes shut, counting each breath, hoping nobody would peer around the fogged plastic. Around him, half a dozen girls peeled off their shirts and shorts, letting the spray of water soak into every seam, chatter bouncing from one stall to the next.
One girl tossed her soaked shirt over the edge. Another snapped her bra open with practised ease, slapping it against the tiles and letting her breasts swing free to the humid air. Leo gulped, eyes locked on the speckled floor. One accidental move, one cough, and it would all be over.
He'd be the legend of the year, the pervert who snuck into the girls' showers.
