I’ve got two, I may have shared these both before but honestly I can’t remember.
First one, I’m fifteen, working at a TWH training barn and occasionally riding for a few clients who have asked. One of our clients had a Speed Racking Horse who was FAST but a bit bouncy. I’m riding this gelding Rocket under the watchful eyes of our assistant trainer PW and my mama. PW tells me to ask Rocket for more speed and about ten strides after I do, my bra breaks. Keep in mind, I am a DD cup at 15. As I’m doing everything I can to keep my tatas from flopping everywhere while I bring Rocket down to a walk, I notice PW turn around and say something to my mama. Come to find out, my bra breaking was MUCH more noticeable than I had hoped. Mama said PW (who was an older black man like darker skinned than Seal) turned to her and said “Mama, go get your baby and get her fixed. I’ll take care of Rocket.” while turning bright red. Mama giggled her butt off while I had to go wrap my tatas for support using two fleece polo wraps and duct tape. In north Mississippi, in JULY! It took a week for PW to be able to look at me without turning red.
Second one was while I was in high school. My then boyfriend, now hubby, was at the barn with me and my family. I was riding one of the geldings. This gelding had a nasty habit of taking three beautiful strides at a lope or run, then throwing a nasty buck before going back to working great. Well, I was feeling froggy that day and decided to show off a little to DH, started loping off. I forgot about his nasty habit though. I hit the dirt and his rear hooves barely missed my head and my shoulder. Mama made sure I was ok then proceeded to chew me out for being careless enough to forget