We hate clothes - part 04 - Sex Stories

We hate clothes - part 04

... Jacob or Aiden. Then we had to decide what to wear. Obviously most people who go horse riding wear trousers but we didn’t have any, nor shorts, not even knickers. Our choice was limited to skirts; short skirts. Realising that whatever we wore we were going to be exposed (goody, goody) we went for the lycra skirts. We giggled a bit when Jude said that we’d be naked below our waists for most of the day. Just to add a little bit of excitement we decided to put our Ben Waaaaa Balls inside us hoping that the stretching of our pussies over the horses backs wouldn’t cause them to fall out. There were 6 other people going from our hotel and when the rep came and got us and told us to get on the coach she held Jude and I back and asked why we weren’t wearing trousers. When we said that we didn’t have any she said that the people at the farm might not let us get on a horse. We said that we’d take our chances and followed the rep out to the coach. Jude got on first, her skirt rode up and I slapped her bare ass half way up the steps. When she turned I saw that the driver had been staring at her pussy and was now staring at mine. We pulled our skirts down as we walked down the aisle and Jude went and sat on a seat opposite 2 young men. She shuffled into the window seat and I sat next to her. About 15 minutes into the journey I said that I was tired and leaned over and put my head on Jude’s chest and like on the bus from the zoo my butt got displayed and Jude’s hand helped my skirt ride up ...

... higher. It didn’t take long for the 2 young men to realise that they could see my butt and pussy but we just ignore them. The bouncing of the coach along the road made sure that the little steel balls kept us happy. The journey out took about 90 minutes before we arrived at a big farm up in the hills. We were split up into 3 groups that looked as though they’d based it on our apparent age because we ended-up with only young people. When the stable hand saw us he gestured to our skirts and asked if we were going to ride like that. “Yes, of course.” He grinned and said, “Okay.” All the guys were looking at us, especially when we were told to get on our horses – we’d been shown how and had been taken to where there were a number of steps. Of course the inevitable happened and our skirts became belts. We rode those horses like that for about 3 hours. Our pussies were rubbing against the saddles and the steel balls occasionally clunking together and keeping us happy and wet. We didn’t have any problems keeping the steel balls inside us. I guess that the men on the ride must have enjoyed looking at out bare butts because most of them were always behind us. I have to say that the scenery was amazing and the horse riding was ……. okay. When we got back to the stables we had to get off the horses. The thing was they led us straight to outside the stables, not where the steps were, so we had to get off like we’ve seen on the television. That was fun; especially as some of the guys came ...