Not until after the ride.

I decided to try and enjoy the rest of the ride without thinking about it. But every time we swung around, I kept checking on Chloe’s exposed nipple and wondered what had been seen.

Finally, after several more spins, the brakes engaged and we slowed down. As soon as we were stationary, I grabbed Chloe's arm. "You need to fix your top!"

She looked down confused, then gasped as she realised what had happened. "Oh my god! How long was that showing?" She quickly pulled her top back up, looking embarrassed but giggling slightly.

"It wasn't bad… mostly…" I trailed off, not wanting to embarrass her further by mentioning the appreciative glances from below—especially the one boy whose gaze lingered a moment too long. They certainly saw Chloe’s assets and seemed to enjoy the experience – just as I did.

As we climbed down shaky-legged, Chloe turned to me with wide eyes. "That was AMAZING! We HAVE to go on another ride!"

I laughed despite myself. Leave it to Chloe to want to do it all over again. Though part of me agreed—when I'd stopped worrying about my skirt and her nipples, it really WAS incredible.

A dangerous thought bloomed in my mind: What if she was right? What would it be like to deliberately push the boundaries a little further? To invite those glances, those gasps… The memory of that brief exposure lingered—a small, scandalous secret I wasn't quite ready to dismiss.