Voyeur Story On The Way!

Hello! I'm currently finishing up a voyeur story.

It's been so fun to write so far and I had no idea I would enjoy it this much. It feels strange getting into the head of someone who enjoys this stuff, but I can see the appeal of it.

Here's a little snippet (first draft, excuse any grammar mistakes/typos):

I walked into the area with the shower stalls, each one separated by a wall with white curtains that had an inch of open space. It would be easy to sneak a peak if someone really wanted to.Unfortunately, it seemed empty today. I walked a little further and passed the center stall, hoping to get a small workout in before showering. Choosing a stall on the opposite side of the room also meant that I’d increase my chances of possibly running into a naked guy. Wishful thinking.When I got to my chosen stall, I placed my shower caddy against the marble floor and began to pull my pajamas down.“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said to myself when I realized I still had on my shoes. I forgot my shower slippers in the room. I know it was just 20 feet away but that’s, like, 40 steps total and then another 20 just to get back.Just my luck.I pushed my curtain to the side and saw a man with an athletic figure wrapped tightly in a black towel. He had his back towards me with a shower bin in one hand while he used his other hand to move the curtains.They were all the same, I don’t understand why he was looking into different stalls.Who was that? I don’t think I’ve seen him here before. His dark brown hair and muscular back glistened against the fluorescent lights shining from the ceiling.The way his towel hugged his behind made it clear that this guy was probably an athlete or someone who took exceptionally good care of their body.Did he live here?