Once again I went riding naked on horseback, but I ended up visiting the church and had problems
My name is Marina, I'm 25. I'm an exhibitionist in public places. About me, I've got 5'6", 60 pounds, white skin, dark brown hair and breasts and medium butt. The tale I'm going to report occurred approximately 9/8 years ago.
Whoever read the last story knows that I was enjoying a few days in Maceió during my school holidays.
I was staying at my dad's friends' place. I enjoy a few nights riding naked in the area at dawn.
As usual, after everyone lay down, I went to the direction of the stable, prepared the horse and took off all my clothes hiding in the hay.
Each night I chose a different path. Some nights I could walk for hours without a living soul or house crossing my path.
But that one I wanted something different. Walking without taking a chance wouldn't make me the same horny as when I was almost or seen by some stranger.
So I decided to go further that night, arriving at the edge of the Pirangi River. That would be at least 30 minutes. So any escape would only have a way to dress up going back to where I was staying.
After all this time on the dirt road I saw myself at the entrance of a small village.
I stayed a minute looking forward, paying attention in the first houses, if I saw any movement or sound.
All the houses had small walls and wooden gate. All simple. I felt like I was on a time trip.
So I went in slowly.
Though the street was deserted the full moon denounced me with its light.
My very white skin highlighted my situation.
I went through, slowly. The sound of the horse's hooves made my heart accelerate. Clop-clop, clop-clop. Fear and anxiety increased. I felt like Captain Hook hearing the sound of the alligator clock that wanted to devour him.
Unlike him, I was poking the alligator. Wanting to see if he bit me.
I was afraid the sound was a call to some of the families in the area.
I thought some gentleman, who had just settled in the chair to smoke, hear the sound of the clop-clop and see who it was that night.
Or someone's son, hiding, staring at me from a window or a half-closed door and I didn't notice.
Fake security.
I'd have less reaction time in case something happened. Because there was no way of realizing the movement on all sides.
When I crossed the houses and they stood about 30 meters behind me, I saw a little church with blue walls of oil green door on my side.
I know it's very wrong, but the wrong thing that attracts me. I got to the entrance. I had about four steps that separated me from the door.
I got off the horse, held the rope with one hand. When I leaned against the door, I felt the cold of wood on my back.
Imagining the people who went there every Sunday for worship, without imagining what was happening at that time, began to make my body hotter and hotter.
A crazy urge to touch me has taken over.
The more I thought it was wrong, the more I wanted to do it.
Then I started touching myself at the door of that church.
I know that situation made me come a lot faster and more intense.
I had a few loud moans, I was away from the houses so I didn't care.
The more I thought I was being dirty, the more horny and willing I felt to do it.
I didn't stop until I fell into the church.
The door was opening.
- Oh, my God, what is that?
I just had time to get up and get on the horse.
I remember seeing a few steps from me a gentleman in black clothes and collar, with a crucifix on his neck. My eyes looked at his face.
He was a gentleman with a wrinkled, bald face. The few hairs he had were white.
- What? What is this blasphemy in this holy house?
- Sorry.
The scare was so great, I started to apologize as if the situation would allow it.
He came towards me, when he came close, I gave him a push with my leg.
The priest almost fell and looked at me again with such a grudge, that I felt that the 70 x 7 did not apply to me.
- It's okay. I'll call your sinner for help.
He entered the church again and I left quickly with the horse.
I thought I should have some phone to call the authorities, but that wasn't it.
In the middle of the way as I crossed the village again, I heard the church bells sound strong.
I stopped and looked terrified. I just spent about five seconds looking at the bells when I see some faces staring at me.
There I was, naked on a horse and all those families aiming at me.
Some, despite the scene, ran towards the church, others ran towards me.
I sped up the horse. Despite the effort, they didn't succeed in catching me.
The only time I thought I'd get caught was when a woman came to touch me, but my sweaty body wouldn't let her take me down.
When I heard:
- Son, get Dad's horse, I'll get the bitch.
I've accelerated the horse's rhythm.
More than once it almost fell.
My body went up and down, making my ass hit the cell several times.
I just wanted to run and escape that place.
I remember changing paths several times to lose them, almost lost on my return.
When I finally got here, all I could do was let the horse get dressed and pretend to sleep.
While I was in my room, I overheard the family talk.
They had received a call that had a madwoman invading the naked churches. And that people were going after her.
I heard when the men went to the stable and took the horses. My dad's friend took the car and went.
After a few hours I pretended I didn't hear anything and went to eat.
Marina, you're not going anywhere alone.
- It's okay. Why?
- It's okay. There's a madwoman or the demon has taken a girl's body and is walking around.
I did the best theater I could for everything they said.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God. How could you have such a person?
I know I couldn't go out tonight, because now the locals were on patrol.
The other day, I heard the conclusion that most of the residents drew from what happened.
They said it was an Indian ghost who went to church. She wandered because she was not baptized and could not go to heaven.
That reassured me, because I'm anything but like an Indian.
When I was returning to São Paulo, my father's friend asked me not to tell the story and said that whenever I wanted to return the doors would be open.
I thanked and thought.
- Um, should I go back and find the priest to baptize me?
Whoever read the last story knows that I was enjoying a few days in Maceió during my school holidays.
I was staying at my dad's friends' place. I enjoy a few nights riding naked in the area at dawn.
As usual, after everyone lay down, I went to the direction of the stable, prepared the horse and took off all my clothes hiding in the hay.
Each night I chose a different path. Some nights I could walk for hours without a living soul or house crossing my path.
But that one I wanted something different. Walking without taking a chance wouldn't make me the same horny as when I was almost or seen by some stranger.
So I decided to go further that night, arriving at the edge of the Pirangi River. That would be at least 30 minutes. So any escape would only have a way to dress up going back to where I was staying.
After all this time on the dirt road I saw myself at the entrance of a small village.
I stayed a minute looking forward, paying attention in the first houses, if I saw any movement or sound.
All the houses had small walls and wooden gate. All simple. I felt like I was on a time trip.
So I went in slowly.
Though the street was deserted the full moon denounced me with its light.
My very white skin highlighted my situation.
I went through, slowly. The sound of the horse's hooves made my heart accelerate. Clop-clop, clop-clop. Fear and anxiety increased. I felt like Captain Hook hearing the sound of the alligator clock that wanted to devour him.
Unlike him, I was poking the alligator. Wanting to see if he bit me.
I was afraid the sound was a call to some of the families in the area.
I thought some gentleman, who had just settled in the chair to smoke, hear the sound of the clop-clop and see who it was that night.
Or someone's son, hiding, staring at me from a window or a half-closed door and I didn't notice.
Fake security.
I'd have less reaction time in case something happened. Because there was no way of realizing the movement on all sides.
When I crossed the houses and they stood about 30 meters behind me, I saw a little church with blue walls of oil green door on my side.
I know it's very wrong, but the wrong thing that attracts me. I got to the entrance. I had about four steps that separated me from the door.
I got off the horse, held the rope with one hand. When I leaned against the door, I felt the cold of wood on my back.
Imagining the people who went there every Sunday for worship, without imagining what was happening at that time, began to make my body hotter and hotter.
A crazy urge to touch me has taken over.
The more I thought it was wrong, the more I wanted to do it.
Then I started touching myself at the door of that church.
I know that situation made me come a lot faster and more intense.
I had a few loud moans, I was away from the houses so I didn't care.
The more I thought I was being dirty, the more horny and willing I felt to do it.
I didn't stop until I fell into the church.
The door was opening.
- Oh, my God, what is that?
I just had time to get up and get on the horse.
I remember seeing a few steps from me a gentleman in black clothes and collar, with a crucifix on his neck. My eyes looked at his face.
He was a gentleman with a wrinkled, bald face. The few hairs he had were white.
- What? What is this blasphemy in this holy house?
- Sorry.
The scare was so great, I started to apologize as if the situation would allow it.
He came towards me, when he came close, I gave him a push with my leg.
The priest almost fell and looked at me again with such a grudge, that I felt that the 70 x 7 did not apply to me.
- It's okay. I'll call your sinner for help.
He entered the church again and I left quickly with the horse.
I thought I should have some phone to call the authorities, but that wasn't it.
In the middle of the way as I crossed the village again, I heard the church bells sound strong.
I stopped and looked terrified. I just spent about five seconds looking at the bells when I see some faces staring at me.
There I was, naked on a horse and all those families aiming at me.
Some, despite the scene, ran towards the church, others ran towards me.
I sped up the horse. Despite the effort, they didn't succeed in catching me.
The only time I thought I'd get caught was when a woman came to touch me, but my sweaty body wouldn't let her take me down.
When I heard:
- Son, get Dad's horse, I'll get the bitch.
I've accelerated the horse's rhythm.
More than once it almost fell.
My body went up and down, making my ass hit the cell several times.
I just wanted to run and escape that place.
I remember changing paths several times to lose them, almost lost on my return.
When I finally got here, all I could do was let the horse get dressed and pretend to sleep.
While I was in my room, I overheard the family talk.
They had received a call that had a madwoman invading the naked churches. And that people were going after her.
I heard when the men went to the stable and took the horses. My dad's friend took the car and went.
After a few hours I pretended I didn't hear anything and went to eat.
Marina, you're not going anywhere alone.
- It's okay. Why?
- It's okay. There's a madwoman or the demon has taken a girl's body and is walking around.
I did the best theater I could for everything they said.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God. How could you have such a person?
I know I couldn't go out tonight, because now the locals were on patrol.
The other day, I heard the conclusion that most of the residents drew from what happened.
They said it was an Indian ghost who went to church. She wandered because she was not baptized and could not go to heaven.
That reassured me, because I'm anything but like an Indian.
When I was returning to São Paulo, my father's friend asked me not to tell the story and said that whenever I wanted to return the doors would be open.
I thanked and thought.
- Um, should I go back and find the priest to baptize me?
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