#25568 - She moved her hands down over her hips and crossed then in front of her pelvis, framed the area with her fingers, and pressed against her inner thighs. Over time the thump-thump of music and dancing from aerobics classes below, together with a pernicious water leak into plaster and under-reinforced concrete above, so weakened the floor of the shower cubicle in the men’s changing room that, at the end of a full day of casting for a raunchy new musical, with all the stamping and banging that involved, its floor collapsed and dropped the male occupant of the shower ten feet, naked and suds-covered, to face twelve women in leotards, and the round, be-skirted bottom of their coach, who had her back to him. He made some attempt to control it, and succeeded for a few strokes, but she again wriggled underneath him in encouragement, and the sweetness reached an unbearable intensity.