Target reached

We crept out slowly into the hall, with me taking point and letting Geezer know when it would be safe to follow. The shower was maybe seven doors down, so getting there wouldn't be difficult, but we had to get in and hidden fast in case someone took really short showers. At every usable hiding place, we stopped and listened, scanning the area for someone or something (like cameras) that would not welcome us with open arms into the Promised Land. We found none, which was somewhat surprising for a target of such obvious value.

Finally, we reached the right door, the one with 'Shower Room C' on it's plaque. I cracked the door, covering what I didn't need to peek in to keep a sudden cold draft from announcing our presence. I could hear water running from multiple showers, more of the same chatter and the squeaking of feet on wet tile. I ventured another, larger-scope look. The showers had everyone facing away from the door, which was not only highly logical but lucky too. I gave Geezer a signal to mean 'we're both going in quickly' and he nodded. When the steam was nice and heavy, we entered. Geezer immediately found himself a ball bin to hide in, one of the big brown tube kinds. It seemed reckless to me, but when I realized there must not have been any balls in it, it probably meant it was unused and likely ignored. Not bad. I jumped up and grabbed one of the pipes that ran along the ceiling, pulled myself on top of it and scooted over the shower. I could almost feel Geezer's jealous glare.

This position was not only tactically sound (a very wise thief once said that people very rarely look up, and I've found it true), the view was fantastic. Eight shower heads were lined up in a row and all were being used right now by the most amazingly beautiful girls I'd ever seen. Three blonds, four redheads (which I'd never seen in any other shower room) and a brunette, all with figures that seemed more like mid college than late high school. In other words, the beauty of youth with the shape of maturity, the perfect match.

Under the giggling and questions about how one of the girls' boobs got so big (which was no lie, they were huge. Big Ds, at least), I heard Geezer leave his spot. Somehow I got my eyes off the wet flesh below me and checked to see what he was doing. He was just moving to a position to the side of me, and he was doing it with stealth, so no problem there.

Back in the shower, I noticed that one of the girls, a redhead, was watching the girls as much as I was. I noticed a second later she was washing her breasts for a long time and in slow movements, and that her other arm was angled down and inward. From the look on her face, she could only have been fingering herself.