You're frustrated. Take a shower to calm down.

You frown at the locker, annoyed, then sigh. All this crap just isn't worth the aggravation. You decide to go take a shower to calm down. You peel off your top and shorts, tossing them on the bench, and cross over to the empty showers.

You turn the knob, standing there, naked, hand outstretched under the spray, waiting for the water to warm up. You turn the knob back, too hot. You step under.

You sigh. It does feel really good. You get some soap from the dispenser, and start lathering up. Shoulders, arms, armpits, tummy... breasts. You smile as you can't help but picture last night, your large, dark nipples getting a little perkier as your slippery fingers tease across them.

You glance across the shower, toward the lockerroom. It's empty. Why not?

You let one hand linger, teasing at your nipple, pressing gently into your breast, and the other slips down between your thighs. You picture him, bending you over the balcony of his apartment, his cock slamming into you. Oh god, your fingers feel so good down there.

Suddenly, the lockerroom door slams, and you jump, turning off the water. The suds have pretty much all washed away, and you hurry over, out of the showers. There's no one around. You pad past closed lockers, empty bench, past no one at all, leaving little puddles on the hard cement floor. You're still all alone. You shrug, heading back to the shower to finish what you've started when you realize all the benches are, in fact, empty.

You look over at your locker. You know you left your clothes on that bench, you're certain. You look around. They aren't on the floor. You head back to the shower. Definitely not in there. You frown.

Turns out taking a shower didn't exactly help you calm down.