Someone discovers her

Jenn held her breath as the water beat down on her shoulders, praying the steam and the thin plastic curtain would keep her invisible. She counted the seconds between voices, footsteps, and the occasional slap of wet feet against tile. Maybe, if she waited long enough, the last of them would leave and she could make a run for it.

Then came footsteps. Close. Too close.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe whoever it was just needed shampoo. Maybe they'd go to another stall.

A hand grabbed the edge of her curtain. Before she could react, it yanked straight open.

Jenn gasped, too late to hide. A completely naked man stood inches away, dripping from his own shower, towel slung over his shoulder, hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes went wide as he took in the full, undeniable sight of her, soaked, nude, cornered, and horrified.

His bare and more slender frame almost blinded Jenn as she got an eyeful of him. His soft three inch dick dangled before her, her eyes widening as she got an up-close look at it’s hairless form.

"Whoa, whoa, what the?!" he blurted, instinctively dropping his towel and covering himself with his hands. "This is, this is the men's showers!"

Jenn then realizes that as she soaked in his naked form, he was soaking in hers.

Jenn's arms flew uselessly to cover herself, one across her breasts, one between her legs, but there was too much of her and not enough hands. Water streamed down her cheeks, and she couldn't even tell if it was from the shower or her own tears.

"I, I know!" she whispered harshly. "Don't look! I'm not supposed to be here!"

The man blinked rapidly, still frozen, still very naked. His voice pitched somewhere between panic and disbelief. "Then, why are you here?!"

Jenn shook her head, mortified. "I, I can't explain! Just, close it!"

The young man looked around him to make sure that no one had noticed the naked woman he had found… or was looking at him for that matter.

His name was Owen, he was twenty-four years old and had just started attending this gym a few months ago. He was self-conscious of his more slender frame and wanted to bulk up to help his confidence. He wanted to like how he looked naked, and unfortunately for him he was now naked in front of a complete MILF unexpectedly.

Owen fumbled for the curtain, but in his frantic attempt to grab it while shielding himself, he only got it half-drawn before it stuck on the track. Jenn spun sideways, trying to hide her backside, front, and everything at once. The stall suddenly felt smaller than a closet.

"Are there, are there more of you in here?!" Owen hissed in a whisper that was far too loud to be helpful.

"No!" she said, mortification flaring even harder. "Just me! Please shut it before someone else,"

A laugh echoed from somewhere deeper in the showers, followed by running water and locker doors slamming shut. Voices. Movement. More people still nearby.

"Okay, okay, don't move." Owen **** the curtain closed at last, but his hands were shaking so badly it nearly slipped open again. He stood on the other side now, breath quick and uneven. "You can't stay in here. If someone else sees you,"

Jenn cut him off, voice breaking. "Someone already took my clothes. I can't leave like this. I have nothing."

She pressed her back to the tile, arms wrapped around herself, hair dripping into her eyes. "Please," she whispered. "Don't tell anyone."