Years ago when I was in my late teens I did a Godiva. Yes, I rode my horse nude. Well, it wasn't actually my horse, he belonged to a friend, my best friend from school. I used to hang out at her house a lot and she lived on a farm. I thought she was so lucky having her own horse. His name was Ben and he was a magnificent dark brown colour with a lovely shiny coat. Alison, my friend, taught me to ride and we used to spend long afternoons riding Ben around Alison's farm.
One hot summer's afternoon, I had gone to visit Alison and we had decided to take Ben for a ride along a nearby track that led from her Dad's farm, down through a small woodland area along a river. We were only wearing light summer clothes and sandals, and we took it in turns to ride Ben. We had often talked about Lady Godiva riding naked through the streets and wondered what it would be like, but it had only ever been talk.
On this particular afternoon though, the heat must have gone to our heads. As Alison rode Ben down the track and I walked along side she brought the subject up again. 'Wouldn't it be great', she had said, 'to just strip off and ride naked like Lady Godiva'. I actually thought it sounded like a really exciting idea but doubted that Alison would actually do it. So I dared her, to take off her top and see how it felt.
We were about a mile from Alison's farm and we had stopped while I struggled to open an old wooden gate, with rusted hinges, that marked the boundary of the wooded area. The trees were actually a few hundred yards beyond and between the gate and the woodland lay a delightful meadow with long brown grass and all kinds of insects darting about. Ben became restless as I heaved the gate open, wide enough for him to pass through, and began puffing and snorting.
I turned to Ben to criticise his impatience, but the words never came out. My jaw fell open and a strange mumbling sound may have slipped out but nothing more. Alison was sitting astride Ben's back wearing only her bra and shorts. She had slipped out of her cotton top while my back was turned and was now looking at me as if to say, 'thought I wouldn't do it didn't you'.
Alison and Ben trotted through the open gate and continued down the open path, through the meadow, towards the woods. A broad grin spread across my face as it dawned on me that this was for real. I heaved the big wooden gate closed and ran to catch up. 'The bra has to come off too'. I told her. Alison looked down at me in her superior way. She had draped her shirt over Ben's back and was stroking the back of his neck. 'I will', she replied, 'but you have to do it too'.
Alison handed me the reins, and I walked Ben gently, whispering in his ear about how crazy his owner was as she began to remove her bra with her free hands. As she did so, her shirt slipped and fell to the ground. Ben stepped around it and I scooped it up, throwing it over my own shoulder. Alison now rode completely topless, with her arms crossed over her breasts, and her bra hooked over the saddle.
We entered the wood and although the trees were quite far apart the path was narrow and I was finding it difficult to walk along beside Ben. I handed the reins to Alison and moved in front, leading the way. With the reins in her hands, Alison's small breasts bounced up and down with every step Ben took. She looked so amazing and quite elegant, with her pale white skin and bare breasts, I envied her, riding along like some princess.
When we reached the river Alison took Ben right down to the waters edge, where the water was shallow and the bank was silted like a miniature beach. Alison slid down from Ben's back and offered him the chance to drink. Her bra was still dangling from the saddle and I still held her shirt, Alison seemed so confident and not at all bothered about being topless. I was impressed.
'Your turn to ride Ben now', she said, 'but you have to do it naked'.
'Completely naked?' I asked. She nodded, 'I'll carry your clothes - everything has to come off'. A sudden fear came over me and I wasn't sure I could do it, but at the same time I was excited by the prospect and determined not to let Alison get one over on me.
I unfastened the buttons on my top and slowly pulled it over my head. The sun seemed so warm on my back. Alison took it and folded it over her arm along with her own top which I had given her. I unfastened my bra and handed it to her too. We both stood there in the sunshine by the river, Alison holding Ben's reins in one hand and our shirts in the other with my bra now draped over her arm too.
The water slowly gurgled past us in no particular hurry, and Ben fidgeted but seemed equally curious to see me strip off. I kicked off my sandals and felt the silt sand beneath my bare feet. Alison stooped and picked up my shoes and looked expectantly at my shorts.
'My God,' I thought, 'I'm actually going to do this.'
I twirled around, wiggling my hips and waving my arms. My breasts felt so free as the warm sun fell on my chest. I unfastened the buttons on my shorts and realised that I was feeling quite horny. I was going to do a Lady Godiva, I was going to do something completely stupid.
I wriggled out of my shorts and stood there in only my panties, not particularly sexy ones either I have to admit, but I was a teenager and wasn't used to putting on this kind of show. I hesitated as I fingered the elastic. Something strange was happening down there, my vagina was tingling and felt strangely warm and moist. My heart rate had also increased and I found that my fingers were beginning to tremble slightly. I dismissed it as fear.
I wanted to ride Ben. I wanted to be naked. I wanted Alison to watch me doing a Lady Godiva. I wanted her to be impressed. I pulled my panties down to my knees and let them fall to my ankles. I stepped aside and left Alison to pick them up. Instinctively, my hand went to cover my pussy and a huge shiver went right through me. Every part of my skin was exposed to the summer air and I wanted to touch myself and feel how my skin tingled in the sun. Alison moved Ben nearer and helped me mount him. The leather saddle felt warm between my legs and as I adjusted my position my trembling pussy gave a big tingle causing me to draw breath. As Alison handed me the reins, Ben began to move, his huge bulk swaying from side to side. I guided him back to the path and along the banks of the river.
Alison followed carrying my clothes and as I looked back I noticed that she had slipped her shirt over her shoulders but had not fastened the front. Her arms were not even in the sleeves and I could see that she still wasn't wearing her bra. I glanced down and saw her bra still dangling from the saddle and smiled to myself. I felt strange riding naked, like my life was in Alisons hands. She controlled my clothes and without her I could not cover up. I felt also that Ben had more control over my fate than usual, he could take me wherever he liked and I would have to go there naked and exposed.
We continued along the river for a mile or so and as we did I became more accustomed to the sensations of riding naked. It was time for Alison to ride, and I wanted her to feel the same vulnerability that I had felt. I stopped Ben in a wide grassy clearing and dismounted. Alison caught up and handed me my clothes. She was grinning and asked me how it felt.
'It was amazing', I assured her, 'You have to try it'.
I took my clothes and Alison's shirt. She stood topless again, stroking Ben and I wondered if she was feeling how I had felt as I undressed. Slowly she began to slide down her shorts as Ben leaned over and put his head against her chest. She stroked him some more with her shorts around her ankles and then pulled down her panties too. Her panties were slim and lacy, really quite pretty, nothing like the ugly briefs I had been wearing. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Everything seemed surreal as we both stood there in the nude with Ben.
As I took the clothes, Alison mounted Ben, she looked more elegant than ever. She was so good with Ben too, it looked quite natural. She turned him around and they set off at a gallop. Her breasts dancing and her long hair flowing behind her. I just stood and watched. Ben's thundering hooves pounded off into the distance and I was alone. I was naked and alone. It felt good. I didn't want to get dressed. I looked at the clothes I was holding and scooped up Alisons shorts, she had left them on the ground. Her panties were neatly tucked inside them.
I wasn't going to stop now, this was a fantastic sensation. I found a nearby tree and tucked the clothes into the lower branches. Then without a stitch on I set off in the direction Alison had gone. I walked for several minutes basking in my nakedness. I stopped and listened, there was nothing. I set off running, thrilled by my freedom, then continued walking. Five minutes went by. Then ten. There was no sign of Alison or Ben. I wasn't worried, I knew they would turn back at the end of the woods.
I'd been walking for ages when I heard a sudden snort. It was Ben, a short distance ahead. Alison had tied him to a tree, at first there was no sign of her. Then I saw her at the waters edge. She waved and called me over. Another stream flowed into the main river and at the point they met was a deep pool with a steep eroded bank on one side and shallow silted sand bank on the other. Alison was on the sand bank on the other side of the pool.
'Come on over', she called. 'The water's not bad'.
I wasn't sure but she waded in to show me. Reluctantly I joined her. The water was freezing and came up to my waist. After the initial shock of the cold water I soon got used to it and found my body doing strange things again. My nipples had gone hard and pointed and goose bumps were forming on my arms. Alison swam past me and splashed cold water over my breasts. I climbed out onto the sand bank and sat on a large log. The sun soon warmed my cold body and the water dried off me. We splashed around in the water some more and climbed on an old fallen tree. We were as happy as anything and completely comfortable being naked.
As Ben became more restless we decided to head home. Alison couldn't believe that I had left the clothes so far away. We walked back together, leading Ben, and talked about the feelings we had experienced being naked. Alison confided that this wasn't the first time she had ridden Ben naked. She had tried it not long after we had talked about it before, and she had wanted to show me how it felt.
I will always be grateful for that experience and we still talk about it when we meet up. We also realise now how dangerous that experience could have been. On another occasion, Alison encountered a fisherman in the river. She was alone and naked, riding Ben along the river bank. She saw him too late and he saw her. She doesn't know who he was but is thankful that he wasn't a mate of her father. She also wonders if his friends believed him when he told them he had seen a naked girl on a horse riding along the river.
Oh yeah, the one that got away was how big?