Samantha goes streaking.

Samantha's heart was pounding in her chest. She stood on the top deck of the ship, alone. The sun had long since set, and she could see all the workers moving about trying to prepare the ship for the bustle of the next day. She couldn't believe that she was actually about to do this.

This idea had popped into her head once or twice since Charlotte had announced they would be celebrating Melody's bachelorette party on a cruise ship, but she had never thought that she would actually do it. It just wasn't in her character to go through with something like this, or at least she had thought so. Apparently all she really needed was some liquid courage to give her that last little push.

Samantha had already kicked off her flip-flops somewhere before she had gotten to the top deck. She didn't remember where. She couldn't even remember how to get back to the bar if she had to, but Samantha didn't really care about that very much at all.

She had been wearing a flowy white sundress. It was her most comfortable outfit, and she loved it. For this, though, she was willing to risk losing it. Samantha grabbed the edges of her sundress and pulled it over her head with one drunken heave, dropping it on the ground beside her. She basked in the feeling of the cool night air on her skin, brushing against her belly and her freshly-shaved legs. I'm really going to do this. I'm going to go streaking, she thought to herself.

Samantha looked down at herself. She had worn her usual plain bra and underwear today, for maximum comfort on the shuttle to the cruise, supposedly. This set was a sort of indigo blue, not too different from the color of the sky. From a distance, it might look like she had been wearing a fairly chaste bikini under her sundress. That wasn't so strange. People must use the pools on this deck all the time at night to go swimming. So really she hadn't done anything crazy yet. She was still being the lazy, scaredy-cat Samantha that she had always been. She had to push herself a little further if she really wanted to be daring.

Samantha took a deep breath. Her hands fumbled with the clasp on her bra, shaking too much to make it easy for her. She could feel her own heartbeat, even without using her hands, and it was going fast and hard. As the clasp came undone, it felt as though her heart rate doubled. This can't be healthy, she thought. Slowly, she pulled her bra away from her body.

Samantha closed her eyes, fearing the sound of police sirens. None came. There was only the cool breeze against her chest, feeling like the most natural thing in the world. She covered her breasts with one arm, though-- just to be safe. That meant that she could feel her hard nipples pressing against her arm.

Her panties would have to be next. They were the only thing she had left to wear. Samantha leaned down, grabbing them with her free hand, and peeled them off of herself and down her pale legs. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she could actually feel a little wetness between her legs.

And so Samantha stood naked on the deck, her heart beating a mile a minute as she tried to convince herself to go through with her plan.