A naked ride

"Hey, everyone!" Amy yelled. "Come and check me out! It's me: Lady Godiva!"

She squeezed her bare thighs and tugged on the bridle to direct the horse through the crowd, which was growing by the second. She'd had some experience of riding a horse in her youth; but she'd always been appropriately dressed while doing so.

The Scot felt her face burning as the disapproving cries from some mixed with the lewd catcalls of others. Did they think she wanted to be doing this; it was the most humiliating moment of her life! She flinched when she felt hands snatching at her feet and legs, and it took a lot of effort not to overbalance and fall off.

"Looking only, boys," she laughed. "No touching!" She'd rather looking was also off the table, and made a mental note to talk to the Doctor about the concept of nudity.

When she couldn't stomach the humiliating exposure a moment longer, Amy encouraged the horse into a run. She hated how her breasts bounced without a bra on, and hoped that if this moment was documented by historians, they would leave out some of the more intimate details.

Once she was clear of the rabble, Amy directed the horse down quiet side streets to the agreed meeting point with the Doctor.

Sliding off the horse, the Scot hugged her naked body and shivered, annoyed that there was no sign of that electric blue box of his, or the timelord himself, holding her clothes. She paced back and forth, impatiently, cursing the Doctor's absence under her breath. With the excitement over, she was starting to get cold.

Just as Amy was beginning to seriously consider venturing out of her hiding place and stealing some clothes, she heard the familiar groans of the TARDIS as it materialised in front of her.

The nude girl jumped to her bare feet as the door opened.

A familiar face stepped out, but it wasn't the Doctor.