When I was just out of college I used to go to the gym early mornings before work, have a quick workout and then hit the showers. Somedays I would find myself the only guy in the locker room. I'm not certain why but often the cleaning staff left the two entrance doors to the locker room propped wide open.

There was a women's aerobics class that occasionally took breaks and the whole group of women would leave their exercise area and headed down the hallway passed the men's locker room entrance to a water fountain. As luck would have it, there was a drinking fountain in the men's locker room that you could see if you looked from the hallway when the doors were open.

I knew approximately when the women would be marching by and timed my exposure perfectly. I'd be totally naked but carrying a towel to give the impression I was on my way to or from the shower. I'd bend over exposing my butt to the hallway pretending to be drinking at the fountain. My heart would race as I listened to the women's voices approaching. I guess there is just something about an open door to a locker room that you just can't pass by without taking a peek. I knew they had seen me when all of a sudden there was a short break in their idle chatter followed by suppressed laughter and giggles