With so many bends and the thick foliage on all sides, it came as no surprise that you were quick to lose all track of where you were headed. Jessica on the other hand, seemed to be able to navigate the path without difficulty, not that you minded terribly since it gave you the chance to keep your eyes on her.
Something she noticed as she turned her pushed-out face to give you a teasing smirk, seemingly unconcerned with how much her body pressed into her blouse and jeans, or how said blouse was sliding up her to show off her light butterscotch-yellow coat, or her thick neck digging into it.
In fact, so enamoured were you at the sight of her, her strong frame, the rich coat that began to peek out with the popping of buttons (and thus beginning to show off her ample breasts), and her tail swishing that you were starting to feel rather warm and confined.
Soon enough, the trail narrowed and forced you and Jessica to travel single-file, yourself behind her. Not that you minded as this granted you a wondrous view of her ass when it broke free from its denim prison. Even as you began to feel increasingly uncomfortable with how much your clothes increasingly-painfully dug into you.
The minutes ticked by in silence, though that was a relative term given the raucous tearing sound that accompanied the release of pressure from your legs and crotch when your own pants failed, the scraps of fabric sliding away while a cooling breeze caressed your brown-furred front.
Once you shook your black mane out of the way, you could clearly see Jessica turning where she sat to face you, her light-grey muzzle pulled back in a grin. Kicking off the remainder of her jeans, her firm legs and hoofed feet in clear view and back in the stirrups, and now peeling off her blouse, letting it drop down behind her.
“We’re almost there.” She called over to you, indicating she knew you were almost at the Lake.
Without anything on, her large breasts bounced and swayed with each step her mount took, her thick mane wafting behind her in the gentle breeze, ears twitching atop her head, and her tail still swishing under the discarded blouse.
Small wonder your mottled pink-and-black member was so hard, climbing up to tap your chest when the bounce was just right. Your shirt stretched almost to bursting, if still on-but-open for the time being.
Finally the trail widened, and you could now move alongside Jessica, in time for both of you to see the lake come into view.