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Peter had worked at the gymnasium for just over a year now and really enjoyed his job. Today was an especially hot day and, since their day was almost over, he and the other guys who worked there were fooling around in the showers, spraying each other down with an old water hose. Peter's friend Hendrik had cornered him in one of the changing cubicles and soaked him with freezing cold water.
"You, asshole!" Peter shouted, annoyed but still laughing, "if I get caught wet like this there's going to be hell to pay and if I loose my job I will expect you to keep me in food and beer!"
Hendrik stopped laughing as his attention was drawn to something in the corner of his eye. "Hey, man," he said, pointing at the wall behind Peter's head. "What the fuck is that?"
Peter turned around to see what his friend was pointing at and saw a soggy white mess hanging off the wall. He walked over to take a closer look. "It's toilet paper; someone's plugged a hole in the wall with it and it's come apart because it's wet."
Hendrik's face broke into a huge grin. "Some little pervert has drilled a hole into the women's shower...let me take a look!"
Peter stepped out of the way. Spying on naked women, no matter how appealing it may be, just wasn't his style.
Hendrik rushed over and removed the remaining soggy off-white tissue paper, stood on the small wooden bench and peeked through the gap.
"Peter," he said excitedly, "come and get a load of this!"
"No, your OK, man," Peter said amused. "I'll let you enjoy your fun, I need to go and get a dry t-shirt."
Hendrik turned around and stared at his friend as though he was demented.
"Jeez, dude...are you gay, or what? It's not natural...how can you not want to look at a room full of naked totty? You're a weirdo!"
Peter laughed. "Erm...well it's you my friend who is perving over a room full of naked women...the last time I checked, Peeping Toms were the weirdoes!" Hendrik laughed. "Whatever, dude! I'm a young hot blooded male, I'm programmed to be....."
He cut himself off midway through his sentence. "Fucking hell, man!" he cried, "Feast your eyes on this!"
Intrigued, Peter moved closer but made no attempt to climb the bench. "What is it, Hend....a DD busty, skinny blonde?"
Hendrik laughed. "I wish!...No, it's far from that...come up here you dork and take a look for yourself!"
Peter climbed the worn wooden bench and let out a protesting sigh; Hendrik could be so infantile at times. He pushed his friend out of the way and peeked through the crudely cut hole in the wall. Stood before him was the most bombastic woman he had ever seen. He guessed she must have weighed at least 300-350lbs! For the first time that day Peter was truly aroused!
Hendrik was suppressing his giggles. "What a heifer, ay? She's the fattest woman I've ever seen.... it's a shame really because she has a fine-looking face."
Peter let out a slow whistle. "I think she's just perfect as she is." He realised his mistake before he finished his sentence but there was no turning back now.
"No way, dude!" Hendrik was disgusted as well as outraged, "You cannot be serious?"
Peter looked at his friend. "Yes, John McEnroe," he said sarcastically, "I am."
Hendrik shook his head sadly in wonder. "No wonder you never date any of the women that work-out in here; us guys have a running joke that it was because you were a virgin...or gay. Now, we know the truth!"
Peter was about to climb down and leave when he heard a loud screech. He saw the plenteous, caramel-coloured woman he'd just been watching staring back at him through the wall. Panic-stricken, Peter was rooted to the spot. Hendrik, on the other hand, had fled from the room as quick as lightning and in fits of suppressed giggles,
"Don't move, buster!" the horrified woman was yelling in a clipped British accent, "don't even try and leave that room...I know who you are...!"
Peter went to take flight, but the next words he heard told him the jig was up.
"You're the young man with the flame red hair, I can see it through the gap!" Peter didn't even try to deny it...what was the point? Out of a staff of around eighty people, he was the only person with flame red hair. The only thing he could do was try and act with a bit of grace and dignity and explain himself.
"I'm very sorry, Fraulein. If you'd like to get dressed, I will meet you outside the ladies' shower room and I will explain myself to you there...if you allow me."
The naked, madly curvaceous woman made no attempt to cover her exposed body even though her towel was within arm's reach.
"I'll tell you what," the woman said with a determined look on her face, "you come in here, look me in the eye, and tell me why you feel its amusing to spy on a naked woman...don't worry," she said softening her voice, "I'm all alone in here."
Peter looked down at his feet shamefaced. "OK, one moment," he mumbled apologetically and, stepping down from off of the bench he made his way slowly around to the female shower rooms. He took his time, as he wanted to give the woman plenty of time to get dressed.
After waiting outside the door for a few minutes, Peter knocked gently on the door.
"Enter!" announced a clipped British accent.
Peter took a deep breath and walked into the room; he was amazed to see the woman still standing in the same spot - again...completely naked! Peter's face went as bright red as his hair.
The woman laughed. "So, now you get shy!" she mocked sarcastically.
Peter forced his eyes away from her amazingly huge,caramel-coloured breasts with their lovely smooth, brown, wet, erect nipples. Seeing the water dripping down her smooth body was too much for Peter. He counted backwards from 100 in his head to try to distract himself.
