Tell him about that broken shower!

You smile back at him, pointedly not fixing your shorts as he tries desperately not to start up them.

"You know, as long as you're here..." You say, cocking your hip just right to stretch your shorts even more open. "You could take a look at this shower. It only sprays cold water?" You ask, looking back at him, his eyes desperately aching not to look at your increasingly exposed pussy.

"Um, sure." He nods, and you smile up at him, rocking back and standing up.

"Great!" You grin, grabbing his hand, likewise not staring at the growing bulge in his pants. "C'mon!" You drag him after you, heading to the offending private stall. It's been bad as long as you've been going here, and as far as you know there's no way to fix it.

You pull him in with you, drawing the curtain shut and cranking on the shower, cold water flooding over you both. "See?" You hold up your hand, your thin top quickly turning completely transparent, you dark nipples hardening in the chilly water. His eyes bulge almost as much as his pants, trying as desperately not to stare at the chest only inches from him as they'd been trying not to stare up your shorts.

"I can take a look at the valves that feed into here..." He suggests, his eyes straining to stay locked on yours.

"That sounds great!" You smile at him, shrugging your shoulders enthusiastically, making your breasts bounce gently with the motion.

He looks desperately at your eyes, then turns to the curtain, stepping out of the shower. You speed after him, grinning at his nervousness.

"It's just in here..." He says, pulling his ring of keys out, anxiously seeking out the right one. He slides one into the lock as you come up next to him, forcing your chest into his line up sight as he opens the door.

You follow him through into the maintenance access, trying to think what to do next. You grin as a thought pops into your head, and you quickly slip your shorts down over your butt, baring it behind you, but only showing a few inches in the front, just a hair above your smooth-shaven slit. As you step in after him, you can already feel it slipping gently down. You grin as the door closes behind you, the dim light of the maintenance access all but hiding your slowly escaping shorts.

"Let me see how these are labeled..." A row of valves runs along the wall here, and he scans them. "This should be it..." He turns one, "Huh, looks like it was actually closed, I guess someone wanted you girls to take a few cold showers, eh?" He looks over at you grinning, his eyes suddenly popping wide as he spots your shorts, already down to your knees.

"Uh..." He coughs, looking immediately away. You grin. He's too polite to point it out! Out decide to act oblivious, "Let's, um, go try it out..." He walks around you, heading back through the door to the lockerroom. You grin, giving your soaked shorts a little nudge. As they slide to the floor, you step out of them, and head back through the door after him.

As soon as it closes behind you, you gasp loudly. "Oh my gosh! I've lost my shorts!" Your hand fly to your face, and your eyes go wide as he looks back at you, trying not to eye your almost entirely exposed body. "Why didn't you tell me they were falling off!?"

"Um..." He licks his lips, eyes as wide as yours.