Call the maintenance guy.

A sudden moment of doubt overtakes you. Maybe the no-bra, no-panties thing is a bit much. It's not like your tiny top and your short shorts leave much to the imagination, anyway.

You peek out into the hall, and you catch sight of Jeremy, one of the gym staff members. He goes to the college near here and works at the gym to help pay his tuition. He seems to work during the same hours that you tend to visit, so you wind up saying "hi" to him just about every time you're here. He's good looking, with light brown hair and clear brown eyes, and he's always polite and helpful. You've also caught him giving you long looks, and you know he's attracted to you, but he hasn't made a pest of himself about it.

"Jeremy!" you call.

He turns, and smiles when he sees you. "Oh, hey there. What's up?"

"I kind of locked my key in my locker, and now I can't get to my stuff. Can you unlock it for me?"

He hesitates. "Well, I can run and get Bethany. She's in charge of the women's locker room right now."

"Oh, it won't take five seconds. Besides, I'm the only one in here right now."

He can't say no to you, and so he follows you into the locker room. You lead him to the locker where your stuff is. "This one."

By now, he's noticed the outlines of your nipples showing through your top, but he tries not to stare too much. He sorts through the keys clipped to a ring on his belt. "I'm supposed to ask you to describe what's in here. You know, to make sure it's your locker."

"Sure. Um ... well, there's my gym back with my clothes and my towel, and my sandals on top of that ... and then there's a white sports bra, and a pair of white underpants."

He unlocks the locker and peeks inside. "Yep, it's yours, all right."

You grin at him. "Are you sure? Want me to try the panties on to make sure they're really mine?"

He laughs. "I'll take your word for it."

You step over to the locker. You're about to slip off your shorts right in front of him, just for the thrill, and then notice that you don't see your locker key. You had been sure you left it in there. You paw through your clothing, then look around on the floor. "Uh-oh."

He was about to make his exit, but stops. "Something wrong?"

"I still don't see my locker key. It's not in my locker. I must have dropped it."

He starts looking around on the floor as well. "Where else were you in the locker room?"

"Well, I walked by the showers ..." The showers? Is that blonde still playing with herself in there? You don't hear the water running any more; maybe she slipped off to the pool while you were off getting Jeremy's attention.

Jeremy looks around the corner toward the shower stalls. His eyes don't bug out, so there's a good chance that the blonde isn't in there with her fingers between her legs. "It's not out here."

You get down on your hands and knees and peer under the changing benches. You must have knocked it out of your locker when you were peeling off your underwear. If it hit the ground and bounced, then it might have gone ...

There! You see a gleam of metal, and you reach out and put your hand on your key. You hold it up in the air, triumphantly, and glance over your shoulder. "Got it!"

Jeremy is standing a few paces behind you, looking a bit awkward. It strikes you that he is in just the right position to see your pussy, exposed by the stretched-aside crotch of your shorts.