Sam naked on deck!

Samantha's feet hurt a little as she charged across the deck. She wasn't much of a runner to begin with, and the fact that her large breasts were bouncing freely didn't exactly give her an easier go of it. But there was no denying that she felt incredible. She couldn't look anyone on deck in the eye, but she knew that their eyes were on her. How could they not be? It wasn't every day that a busty brunette went streaking in front of them!

Oh my God oh my God oh my God, Samantha thought to herself. She was breathing heavily already, and she had only been running for a little over a minute. They're actually looking at me! She couldn't believe that this was happening. Thoughts of doing something like this had been in her head for years now, and apparently all it took to make those dreams a reality was a strange place and a couple of shots of tequila. Well, more than just a couple of shots, to be perfectly honest.

This was amazing. Samantha had never felt so scared or so excited in her life-- much less both at the same time. She didn't look anyone directly in the eye, since that was too intimidating, even as bold as she was being tonight. But she could follow their faces and she recognized their expressions of shock and, in some cases, of arousal. And she liked it a lot.

Samantha looked straight again. Any second now, she would run out of space, and then she would be cornered up here on the deck without any clothes to hide behind. That thought was exhilarating, but the security guards looked a little less than pleased with her. Perhaps this little experiment would end in failure, then. Samantha was willing to do everything she could to avoid that happening. If she could keep running, then maybe she could hold onto this feeling for just a little while longer. But that would require some quick thinking.