I've been a self-taught avid naturist ever since my childhood, after discovering that I enjoyed going naked around the house and out in the woods. My family was not into naturism (very conservative) nor was anyone I knew, so when I was growing up it was my own private thing. Of course, I kept it a deep secret because I again thought I was the only one in the world who enjoyed running around au'natural. Once I awakened my penchant for naturism, I did it every chance I got, but that's another story in itself. Needless to say, I have some very fond memories of my early naturist discovery years.
I've only had one experience riding a horse in my birthday suit, but that one experience has left me with an indelible memory that I will never forget for as long as I live. It was so nice that it almost makes me euphoric whenever I think about it. I never imagined that someday I would join a group and share my experience with others who shared the same thing.
My experience took place one summer while I was staying at my grandparent's farm for a month. My brother and sister's wanted to go to camp during the summer, but I always wanted to visit my grandparent's farm. I thoroughly enjoyed the rural farm experiences I had while growing up, feeding the chickens, helping in the fields and selling fresh veggies and fruit at their roadside stand. Of course, it wasn't all fun and games, especially if you've ever had to clean out the barn and stalls. LOL
Anyway, getting to the story at hand. After my chores were done I'd usually go down to the creek and go for a swim or do some exploring around the farm or out in the fields. Needless to say, I would usually look for a secluded spot to practice some naturism when the urge came up, and that was quite often considering all the places around a farm to go au'natural without prying eyes. Don't laugh now, but on a hot sunny day I would sometimes go way, way out in the tall cornfields, take off all my cloths except for my tennis shoes of course, and then just stroll around sunning with the corn. The warm sun and breeze would feel absolutely delightful on my bare skin. It was so exciting back then because I was just discovering all the new tingles and sensations that being naked with mother nature afforded, not to mention the adolescent risqué ness of it, which only added to the myriad of new sensations I was experiencing to begin with while exploring my new penchant.
That summer, my grandpa taught me how to ride, Starr, a bay mare. He said I didn't need a saddle, just a bridle and small blanket. After that first time, I took, Starr out just about every afternoon for a stroll around the farm and down to the creek. After a while, I started to take her for long walks down some of the old fire trails through the woods behind the farm. I'm sure Starr was enjoying the new found attention and strolls as much as I was, especially when we'd go through the apple orchard.
Anyway, during one particularly long stroll on a warm sunny afternoon I thought it might be nice to find a secluded spot to stop and do a little au'natural sunning. It was one of those sudden urges to take off my cloths and just enjoy being totally barenaked and free. I just loved being out there because it was so far off the beaten path that you felt so free and open to explore your nudism without any worry, especially at my age. You have to keep in mind that I really didn't know that others enjoyed the same thing.
I figured that the old orchard would be a nice safe place to go naked, so I stopped and tied Starr to one of the trees. Anxious to feel bare, I quickly stripped off my shorts, panties and t-shirt. As usual, I was immediately rewarded with that nice tingly sensation all over as the warm breeze caressed my bare skin. I tucked my cloths under the edge of Starr's blanket and then walked around exploring the orchard wearing nothing but my tennis shoes.
I'm not sure where the thought came from, but I suddenly thought about Lady Godiva, a figure from a book I read that said that she rode through the streets of Coventry naked. Suddenly, I thought about how much fun it might be to ride Starr like that! My heart was beating like crazy at the thought of it, but the urge was too great… I just had to see what it felt like. I was sure nobody would ever see me, so I decided to try it.
You can imagine, just climbing back up on Starr bare butt was a real treat in itself, not to mention gave me a bit of a thrill. The only way to get up on her was to pull myself up, by first completely draping myself over her back while on my tummy then swinging my right leg up and over. When I was wearing my clothes I didn't really think much about it, but I can just imagine what I must have looked like doing it wearing nothing but my tennis shoes! Don't laugh too hard now, but this is where the fond memories and fun began. I know this must sound foolish, but before I swung my leg over and was draped over her back, I just laid there for a few minutes delighting in the funny sensation it was giving me. I felt like one of those outlaws that the sheriff would bring in draped over the horse. Gawd!
I can just imagine what I must have looked like, LOL To me, this was the beginning and opening up of a whole new world of delightfully intimate sensations that I would never forget.
After a few minutes of savoring the sensation, I swung my leg the rest of the way over and sat up. Suddenly, sitting on the horse completely naked like that gave me an almost primitive sense of being. The horse was free of encumbrances, I was barenaked and we were both out enjoying the wild as if Mother Nature had intended it to be. I reached over and undid my tied rein from the apple tree and continued slowly riding down the old trail in the woods. I was almost in a state of euphoria, just delighting in my au'natural primitive ride through nature. The fresh air, Starr's movements, the smells all around me, my bare skin, and my thoughts, were all heightened and amplified. I wished we lived on a farm so I could do this all the time. Every once in awhile I would stop on the trail and then lie completely forward and bring my feet up on Starr's back at the same time, lying almost froggy style. The sensation felt definitely naughty, not to mention getting sun and fresh air where
the sun don't usually shine, but I didn't care, all I knew was that this was definitely a sensual and memorable experience for me and I wanted to savor every moment of it.
I rode around the woods for about two hours that afternoon, and trust me when I say that by the time I got back I was definitely in a dreamy world of my own. When I was back near the apple orchard again, I jumped down off Starr and put my cloths back on. Getting back on Starr was not as much fun this time, but it left me with a memory that I have never forgotten, not do I ever want to forget.
Later that night in the privacy of my room I relived the day's events over and over until I fell asleep like a baby. I should mention, even though I don't have a horse, I managed to buy a used saddle at a yard sale (cheap). When I sometimes take a trip down memory lane, I'll sit upon my saddle and relive my experience.
I hope you all enjoyed my experience.
From FKK Reiten