The Voyeur at the Gym

The shower stall door closes with a soft click as hot water runs over your body. Suddenly, you notice a shadow behind the narrow gap in the door—someone is standing there, watching you. You pull the door open a crack wider and see her: a fit woman with wet hair, staring at you unabashedly. A slow smile plays on her lips as she pushes the door open a bit further. "I'm not sorry," she says in a husky voice, "I just couldn't resist." Her gaze travels over your body as she enters the stall and closes the door behind her. The air suddenly feels much hotter than just from the steam. "You've been watching me for a while, haven't you?" you ask as she moves closer.