Skirt issues

Then suddenly I had my own crisis to deal with: a gust of wind caught the hem of my dress, sending it billowing and flapping about wildly. I frantically tried to trap it between my legs but it was no use - the fabric was determined to be set free.

Just as the ride began its descent, another blast of air snatched my skirt away completely, exposing my panties for a heart-stopping moment before the dress settled back into place. By some miracle, the boys had already stopped recording Chloe's exposure; they were too busy gaping in slack-jawed amazement at me.

I felt a sense of thankfulness that Chloe had taken the spotlight, saving me from being recorded or the focus of attention.

I exhaled shakily as we finally came to rest, knees weak with adrenaline and relief. Then I turned to Chloe, who was just then tucking herself back into her top with flaming cheeks.

As we exited the ride on wobbly legs, the sun felt unnaturally hot against my flushed skin. I couldn't resist glancing over at the boys one last time - they were still in a cluster, phones lowered now but eyes wide and faces alight with incredulous grins as they whispered to each other.