Breaking up a pair

Hannah was in love. Ever since she had first laid her eyes on John, she believed he was the one for her. Clever, good-looking, and, if the rumors were to be believed, an enthusiastic lover, he was the full package and Hannah wanted him all to herself. The only problem was he was already dating someone, Madison. A nerdy bookworm who Hannah would've thought insipid if not for her relationship with John. Seeing them together made Hannah's blood boil, and her longing for John all the greater. And so, she developed a ploy to purloin her love away from his dull relationship and into her arms.

She invited the couple to come along with her on a week-long cruise through the Caribbean. John was immediately enthused about going, however, Madison was a bit more ****. She mentioned her seasickness and general fear of the ocean, and Hannah, ever the kind friend, reassured her that everything would be fine.

That first night of the cruise, while Madison lay sick in her cabin bedroom, Hannah made her move. After a night of drinking and dancing, she lured John away to a secluded spot on the ship's main deck.

"So why did you want to see me?" he asked.

"I just wanted to give you something," she said with a sly smirk.

Gripping the base of her dress, she sensually slid it upwards along her body until it was over her head and she was standing before her crush, completely naked. His eyes went wide as if he were a deer staring into the headlights of a car. Playfully she tossed her dress to John, who panicked as the fabric came his way and swatted it out of the air into the ocean.

"What the fuck did you just do!" Hannah exclaimed rushing over to the side of the ship, but unable to see her dress in the dark pool of the ocean.

"I-I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, putting up his hands defensively, "I wasn't expecting... all of this..." his eye trickled down her figure as his mouth hung slightly ajar. He admired the sight of her perky breasts, curvaceous hips, and her bush which had been neatly trimmed into a heart for him. Though he remained loyal to Madison, he couldn't deny Hannah did have an attractive figure.

A red hue took to Hannah's cheeks, as she shielded her breasts and crotch from John's perving eyes. Of course, she wanted him to see her naked, but her sudden inability to re-clothe herself made her all the more self-conscious.

"Don't worry! I'll get some help," he exclaimed, turning and rushing off.

"Don't do that! I don't want to be seen like this!" she yelled after him, but he was either too far away to hear her or simply wasn't listening.

Left blushing and alone, Hannah cursed herself. She should've known better than to just spring her nudity on him so suddenly. Now she was at the mercy of the boat, and if she were caught by anybody it would be beyond humiliating. She'd spend the rest of the week as a laughing stock, and her chances with John would disappear as her dress did over the side of the boat.

She needed a plan.