Many years ago, my then boyfriend and I had decided we were alone enough on a secluded part of the English coastline to have a little outdoor fun on the beach.
We spent quite alot of time kissing and touching, but sure enough things went further and we ended up having a good 'shag' on the beach in the middle of the day.
Our clothes and things were scattered around us on the sand, and neither of us had realised that a dog had run off with one of my shoes , until the very kind owner walked up to us - shoe in hand - us still naked and passionately making love - and said "I'm sorry to bother you, but I have to get home for dinner and I've waited as long as I could without disturbing you - I just wanted to return this to you as my dog appears to have run off with it!"
My boyfriend just turned around and said "thanks mate" and carried on his merry way. I am so glad that the most the poor man could see of me from the position we were in was just my backside LOL

I still get a flush of embarassment rush to my face when I think of it now!

Lorri