Jenn sneaks out of the shower

Jenn’s pulse was a thunderclap in her ears. She had no clothes, no towel, no plan. But she couldn’t just stay here, dripping wet and trembling. The men were still showering, chatting casually, and sooner or later someone would realize there was an extra stall in use. Someone would open the curtain.

Jenn inhaled sharply, then turned the water off. The silence left her even more exposed. She stood there shivering, droplets trailing down her bare skin. Every instinct screamed at her not to do it, but she pulled the curtain aside anyway, peeking into the steamy locker room.

The coast wasn’t clear.

Two guys stood at the row of lockers, stark naked, toweling their hair. Another padded barefoot across the tiles, swinging his arms loose, oblivious to everything except his post-shower glow. Every single man in this locker room was standing around completely naked, their cocks dangling freely.

Jenn’s jaw clenched. Oh my God. They’re just… hanging out. Completely naked.

She ducked her head and slipped out of the stall, crouching low as she crept past the showers. Her hair drenched from the shower, with droplets falling to the ground with every step. Her wet feet squeaked on the tile, and every sound made her heart stop. She hugged her arms across her chest, twisting sideways to cover as much as she could, though it didn’t help much, her naked ass was still out in the open.

She searched frantically for a towel. Any towel. But the racks were empty. The hooks by the showers? Nothing. Even the laundry bin in the corner had been cleared out.

A man’s laugh echoed close by. He was stepping out of a stall, slick with water, swinging his own towel casually over his shoulder without a care in the world. Jenn whipped her gaze away, cheeks blazing, biting her lip to stop a nervous squeak from escaping.

She crept toward the lockers, praying for an abandoned sweatshirt or even a pair of gym shorts. But every door she checked was locked tight.

She pressed her back against a row of lockers, chest heaving. She had no cover, no way out, and at any second someone could turn their head and spot her skulking around like the world’s worst burglar.

Jenn had options though. She could run out the locker room entrance on the far side of the locker room. But to get there, she’d have to cross open ground, right past at least three men toweling off. Or she could go out the back door of the locker room, the only issue was that Jenn didn’t know where that door led, as she had never been to this gym before.