Boobs out!

On the backward swing, Chloe's top lost one strap. For a split second, her entire left breast spilled out into the open air, nipple puckered by the cool breeze. On the forward swing, the same thing happened to her right side. Her top was all the way down, both bra straps snapped open.

"Chloe!" I screamed over the deafening whoosh of wind. "YOUR BOOBS ARE FLASHING EVERYONE!"

But my voice was drowned out by the mechanical clamor. Chloe just grinned at me, oblivious, as she swung back and forth with each pendulum arc.

I could only watch in mortified awe as her bare breasts swayed freely, bouncing and jiggling with every change of direction. My eyes darted to the crowd below - I spotted those boys from earlier in prime viewing position, their phones raised like weapons, carefully tracking our swing.