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Riding with the Lady
I find myself unexpectedly acting out of character. A pair of dear friends and my wife and I are sitting in a line of cars, each of us stark naked, waiting for a box of chocolates and a simple decal. Here’s the story that led up to this moment.
It was in the spring 2024 that while doing a bit of research on myths, legends, and the facts or lack thereof that it came to my attention that Godiva Chocolate’s origins were in 1926. This tidbit was learned while exploring the legend of Lady Godiva’s famous nude ride.
Almost all historians consider that nude ride to be fiction, yet there are those that believe that the lady may have walked through town as a pilgrim. If so, she would have left her jewels and gowns behind and walked in a shift, barefoot and humbly. She would have been as close to naked as a woman of her high rank would possibly have gotten in public. Such an act might well have served as the basis of the myth that would grow in the following centuries.
After I learned about the theories about Lady Godiva and the upcoming anniversary of Godiva Chocolate, a crazy thought led to my writing a story. This story was of a man and his wife, Jeff and Nancy who admired the legend of Lady Godiva. The thought of a high-born lady, almost a queen due to her position, shedding her pride and dignity to relieve the suffering of the common people that her husband ruled over, was intriguing and inspiring.
The story began with the Lady’s powerful husband, Leofric the Earl of Mercia, who had levied additional heavy taxes on the commoners. His people were struggling to feed and clothe themselves as payment of taxes always came first. Once again, Lady Godiva had begged him to reduce the tax burden on the commoners one evening as they prepared for bed.
She had pleaded with her husband as she had taken her many rings and necklaces off. As she shared the plight of their subjects, she had removed the layers of clothing until her bare full breasts were framed by her long graying auburn hair. Her breasts swaying with her movements in the flickering candlelight caught the lustful eyes of her husband.
As she slid her nightgown over her head, her husband said in jest, “My dear, were you to ride through the town with only that beautiful hair to cover yourself, I would be happy to rescind the tax increases.”
Godiva froze as the words filled her awareness. The shock of her husband’s suggestion stunned her. Then the thought of hungry children and the coming cold winter wind whipping through their ragged clothes sparked a fiery response that surprised her, “If that is what it takes, I’ll do it.”
He gasped as her words rang in their chambers. Her scorching gaze burned him as he looked into her determined eyes. He realized that she was serious, and he knew from experience that once she had set a course, it was almost impossible to divert her from her path.
He stepped to her and gathered her rigid form into his arms. “I was only jesting,” he whispered, “I will honor my words if you wish.”
He kissed her forehead and felt her body relaxed in his embrace. They slipped into bed and fell asleep with their arms wrapped around each other.
The next morning as the sun broached the horizon, Lady Godiva woke and felt the arms of her loving husband holding her. She felt his affection in the tight warm embrace of his hand on her soft breast. She stirred and smiled as his grip tightened as she moved. Soon the sounds of morning woke her husband and they rose to start another day.
As they ate their breakfast, she asked if he remembered his words from the previous night. He simply nodded his head, then asked if she intended to carry out the challenge.
“Yes, I am,” her quivering voice responded.
“When?”
She took a deep breath and then replied, “Tomorrow I suppose.” ordu escort A nervous smile crossed her face, “If I think about it too long, my courage may drain away.”
“Your courage has never been in doubt, my love,” replied her husband as he rose from the table to begin his duties.
The next morning following breakfast, the Lady found that one of her oldest servants was waiting for her. The servant informed her that the Earl had ordered a horse saddled and left at the entrance to the hall. In addition, he had given the edict that all were to close their shutters and remain indoors until the noon meal upon pain of death.
Godiva was surprised and relieved with this news as she had feared what the people would have said about her as she rode nude through town. The two then went to the entrance of the hall and found the saddled horse with one of the younger woman servants holding the reins.
With the help of the older woman Lady Godiva began removing her garments. Soon she was down to her shift and before proceeding she paused. She noticed that the young blonde woman holding the horse had stepped out of her simple dress and her face was bright red.
The young woman noticed her gaze and questioning look and answered the unspoken question. “The master gave me the responsibility to lead your horse wearing no more than you.”
She then slipped one shoulder out from her shift and slid the light garment down over her breast. With a slight wiggle, the other shoulder was revealed, and pale pink of her nipples were exposed as the shift fell below her petite breasts. The cloth bunched up at her hips for a moment and then dropped around her ankles displaying her light blonde hair barely hiding her femineity. The young woman stood there with her face and chest blazing a red blush, yet her expression was one of being proud to be joining her Lady in this challenge.
Godiva knew this was the moment of truth for her, her hands shook slightly as she reached down to grasp her shift. As she tugged it over her head, she felt the breeze caress her thighs. The thin fabric rubbed against the curve of her behind, and she felt the hem slide up her back. The thin shift was drawn over her head and she straightened up with it covering her breasts and arms. She paused for a moment, then let it drop off her arms. She felt the fabric drop away, revealing her breasts to the breeze.
She took a deep breath and felt her face warm from a blush that went down her neck as she stood naked outside her home. Then the breeze caressed her bare skin for the first time since she was a girl, and she felt a wave of excitement along with a flicker of fear of others seeing her.
She climbed up on her horse and settled into the sidesaddle. She covered her left breast with most of her long hair and daringly left her right breast covered by only a few strands. Her long hair didn’t cover her womanhood and the triangle of auburn hair drew her eye. She looked away from herself and saw her old servant was blushing just as brilliantly. The nude young woman started forward leading the horse down the narrow streets on the Lady’s mission of mercy.
The town seemed empty without people scurrying about in their daily tasks. Each window was shuttered, and doors were all closed. Godiva could imagine hidden eyes looking at the two nude women on their mission of compassion. The horses’ hooves clanged against the cobblestones in the empty streets, and occasionally a noise of hidden life would ring out from one of the houses. Each sound drew the eyes of the two women to the wall that hid the maker of the sound from them.
The woman leading the horse followed the path she had been instructed to take. The two nude women traveled along the narrow streets the younger woman walked with a sway of her hips and the older one riding with her breasts osmaniye escort swaying with each step of the horse. Both women became more comfortable with their nudity as time passed on their circular route.
After what seemed an eternity, the starting point became visible to the pair. Godiva recognized her husband and the older servant standing there waiting for their arrival. She smiled as they neared the Earl as she saw him glance at the young woman, but his eyes spent long moments traveling between her legs and her eyes.
As the horse came to a halt before her husband, he reached up and his strong hands gripped her waist. He lifted her off the horse and gently set her down beside him. The old servant draped a robe around Godiva’s shoulder. She then handed the young servant her clothes.
While the young servant started to dress, the Earl took Godiva’s hand and pulled her inside their home. Godiva had to walk fast to keep up with him and wondered what was going to happen. Her thoughts became clear when she realized they were going to their bedchamber.
As he closed the door behind them, she smiled in anticipation and let the robe drop to the floor. Godiva watched her husband almost frantically strip before her. As the last of his garments fell to the floor, she knelt before him and took his manhood into her mouth.
He groaned in pleasure, and she felt him grow in her mouth. She tasted his skin with pleasure and her tongue caressed him into firmness. She heard him growl that he needed her, and she rose and led him to their bed.
They tumbled into bed, and she realized she was more than ready for him. He eased into her as she lifted her hips to meet his thrust. They made love like they had in their youth. She felt the waves of pleasure race through her shuddering body and then his body tensed, and she felt him fill her with his orgasm.
Their story ends with history remembering their support of the church and a myth in place of the love they shared. My crazy story continued with Jeff and Nancy, a mature couple who one summer evening, around dusk, took a ride in their car stark naked. After driving for a bit over an hour, they arrived back home and dashed for their bedroom where they made passionate love like teenagers.
The next morning, they designed a decal using the Godiva Chocolate image with the words “I rode with the Lady”. They couple affixed the decal to the window of their car and expected it to be their own private memento of the previous day.
A few days later, one of their friends asked Nancy about the decal and when Nancy blushed crimson, she kept asking until Nancy explained. The next day the friend asked Nancy for a decal of her own and revealed how much fun she had enjoyed. Over the next two weeks Jeff and Nancy were asked by a dozen friends about the decal and then someone posted on Facebook what the decal stood for and then Riding with the Lady became something of a rite of passage for adventurers. It became common to see bare shoulders in cars in the summer nights and a few got an eyeful when a convertible owner joined in.
This was the crazy story that I wrote. I read it to my wife, and she giggled, laughed, and then got turned on by the story. Needless to say, I put down the story and spent the next hour enjoying naked marital pleasures.
However, life imitated art in this case. Our good friends, George and Linda, were over for dinner and a swim and Linda found my story, as I had left it on the coffee table. She read it and said she enjoyed the story and then had George read it as well.
The next day Linda called my wife and shared the decal she had created. It was an oval design with the Godiva Chocolate graphic in the center, “I rode with the Lady” on the top and “1926- Timeless Sweetness-2026” on the bottom.
My wife and I went sinop escort to Linda and Georges house that Friday evening for dinner and dominos. The dinner was fabulous, and we talked about our plans for the summer. Linda asked me if I intended to continue writing stories like the Lady Godiva story. I said I didn’t know.
Linda replied to my answer, “Well we like it a lot, it was sexy yet not pornographic.” She paused and then continued with a question, “Did you actually do it?”
I chuckled and then replied, “I once picked up my sweetie at the airport in nothing but a pair of shorts. I’ll admit that I’ve been tempted a few times, but the circumstances were never quite right.”
“Sounds like you are a wanna-be nudist,” Linda giggled.
I smiled, “Could be, I’ll admit that I do enjoy being butt-ass nekkid.”
“Why don’t we go on a ride and then we’ll have earned the right to put the decal on our cars.”
“What?” mouthed our spouses and me.
“We’re all retired, so called mature adults, so what would be the downside to taking the car out wearing our wrinkled and saggy birthday suits in order to show we admire the gumption of Lady Godiva,” questioned Linda. “Plus, it might be a bit of adventure in our hum-drum lives,” she added with a big grin.
I’m not sure just who started it, but I found my fingers unbuttoning my shirt. I was the first to shrug my shirt off my shoulders and letting it fall from my arms to the patio. My shoes and socks were next and then I straightened up. I felt the breeze lightly brushing my skin and noticed that the other three were bare to the waist as well.
I released the button and lowered the zipper of my jeans and paused, then with a deep breath I lowered my pants and stepped out of them. One by one, the other three followed suit. There we were four senior citizens standing there in the buff and then Linda did a pirouette and my wife started laughing. The tension on that patio evaporated with all of us laughing.
George and I grabbed our wallets, and he got his keys and the four of us walked through the house to the driveway. We got in the car and headed out into the night. We were a bit uncomfortable for a little while but within 15 minutes we were comfortable in our nakedness.
The feeling of the night air on our bodies was invigorating. Going through the Dairy Queen drive through for ice cream cones seemed exciting to us and the teenager at the window may not have seen anything, but from her face, if she didn’t, she guessed. We enjoyed our ice cream on the way back, almost as much as we relished the cool night air blowing over our naked skin.
When we got back to George and Linda’s place, the four of us took a dip in the pool and then my wife and I drove home without getting dressed. Arriving home, we went straight to bed and soon our naked bodies were intertwined in passion. Kissing, suckling, and thrusting shared our love until both of us were exhausted.
That evening was truly memorable and the next morning each of us put that decal on their car. That decal got a few questions and soon they were popping up all over town. One thing led to another, and my story was posted, and a few months later Godiva Chocolates took notice of the decal.
I imagine that their first thought was to issue cease and desist orders, but then marketing took a look at the number of cars with the decal and decided to incorporate it into their anniversary celebration. The abandonment of modern pride and shedding everything that denotes our position in life became the reason for riding with the Lady. Large or small, rich or poor, young or old, those who chose to ride with the Lady and shed their clothes also showed their caring for each other through giving of their time or money to the charity of their choice.
What started as a crazy story grew into a reality that benefit countless charities and saw tens of thousands of people to discard their clothes for an hour or two. That is how George and I along with our wives ended up stark naked in line on a summers eve to give to others and to receive our free box of candy to celebrate the Lady and her namesake chocolate.
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