A long time ago, I was in a relationship with an older woman in her late thirties who was little shy about her body due to insecurity over her weight. I thought she looked amazing but she saw herself as needing to lose 15 or so pounds. On one occasion, we went for a walk with her kids along a relatively quiet beach. We stopped for a rest to admire the sea view. Her kids cajoled each other into stripping off and running down the beach for a skinny dip in the sea. They were young enough to get away with this without a serious risk of causing offence to any dog walkers passing by. The lady and I were still in the first throes of an intense passion which inspired her to do something I certainly didn't expect. She cast off all her clothes and encouraged me to do the same before setting off after the kids. Of course, I followed her lead.
We all swam in the sea for a while before my girlfriend started to feel the cold. She walked away alone on the long journey back up the beach to where we'd left our clothes well above the high water mark. While we'd been in the water, a patchy mist had blown along the beach. While the kids and I followed about 50 yards behind her, we saw a lone fully clothed man come out of the mist to intercept her. Presumably, he'd been watching us from the cover of the dunes and come down for a opportunistic closer look at a naked woman while she was separated from her family.
Even from that distance, I could tell from her body language that this encounter was excruciatingly embarrassing for her. The insensitive clot was trying to engage her in conversation and despite her extreme discomfort she was far too polite to tell him to piss off. All he wanted was delay her long enough for a prolonged close up ogle at her admittedly voluptuous body. When the kids and I caught up with her on the walk up the beach, the clown ignored us and carried on addressing her.
However, our presence gave her the confidence to break away from him and get back to our belongings. What sticks in my mind after all these years is a rear view of a small plump naked woman squirming as she shifted her weight awkwardly from leg to leg while exchanging small talk with a tall fully clothed man. It wasn't that I was particularly turned on by another man admiring my naked girlfriend. If anything, I was irritated by his bad manners. Even though I was already totally besotted with her, I found her awkwardness in what I now know to be an ENF situation particularly endearing.
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