Her Top rips

Mary tried shimmying a few inches towards safety. Nervously, she slid a hand long the top of the rail, fearful of losing her grip. She felt the press of the railing against her breasts, a sharp note of cold metal was through her buttons and pressing against her cleavage. If she'd had any breath to spare, that would have taken it away.

As she rocked a few inches over to right, she felt her PJ bottoms start to slide down her hips. Adrenaline rushed through her; she wasn't about to hang here for rescue with bottoms around her ankles and her ass and pussy on display. Mary hissed threw her teeth. "Screw it," she angrily whispered to herself. She pulled up slightly and threw her hand a full two feet further down the railing toward the balcony.

When Mary lunged, she felt a momentary resistance, followed by a sudden release. The move left her gasping. Still, she felt proud that she was closer to her goal. She was panting feeling the cold come and go from her chest as it pressed against the rail.

Realization dawned on her. Across? She looked down. Her top was ripped wide open. Her breast were on display, pressed against the bars of the railing. Her heart rate swung right back up.

"Oh God, nononononononono." Mary's voice was a nervous murmur. She looked at the balcony. She was close, but tension returned to the shirt when she tried to move. Another move might rip it further, even off completely.