Out of the Towel, into the Shower

Focusing himself within the towel, Peter catapulted himself out of the fibers. If he were visible to all others, it would have looked as like a stream of water, sailing in a thick sheet. Controlling his descent, he gauged the distance of bucket, accelerated, and crashed into it.

Plop

Even going at full speed, this sound was nothing more than a few bottles bumping together, unnoticed by the chatting girls.

"I made it! But... but it's so cold" he muttered, before noticing that his form was literally evaporating into the mist in front of his eyes. Panicking, he dived into the nearest crevice, the pump of some sort of soap. With the worst of cold abated, Peter swore under his breath for making such a rash mistake. He wasn't going to get anywhere if he kept hopping around without a second thought.

Stuck firmly in the pump via suction, Peter looked through the tip of the nozzle as the bucket jolted with a start. While he was facing away from Kim, the bucket was placed on the tiled floor in one of the showers. Straining to get a better view, Peter watched as her feet came into view, followed by a fallen bra and panties. Picking them up, Kim's head and back conveniently hid the rest of her body. Of course

Turning on the water on and stepped into the shower, the water flowed down her well-toned legs in rivulets, before breaking away into a random spattering of steaming streams. Perhaps Peter was too focused on those legs, as he only became aware that Kim was about to press the nozzle as her hand reached for the...