(In the first part of this story "Phone Call from the Nude Beach", a young woman calls her husband from a clothing-optional beach near Miami. He's up north consumed with jealousy because other guys are seeing her naked. Before hanging up they agree that he'll try to get on a flight that afternoon to join her. Two hours later her phone rings...)
"Oh no! You couldn't get on the flight? Now what?
"They can get you on one late tonite? Well, you should still come, because they revised the weather forecast for tomorrow, and now it's s'posed to be a good day for the beach. So you'll have all day to see me naked in public, then you can fly home tomorrow night. Cool!
"OK, then try to get on that next flight. I'll text you later how to get to the hotel. Well, now that we see that your day's been a bummer so far, I can tell you how mine's been going since we hung up.
"First I gotta tell you about that new bikini. I really like it and I think you will too. The top pieces almost cover the tips of my nipples, but the little strip down the front keeps disappearing into my pussy. Maybe that's why the bus driver told me I could ride for free if I stayed near the front of the bus. But once he dropped me off at the beach where I could get naked, I took it off and made it into a little ring as a holder for my ponytail. That's how I'm wearing it now—much more comfortable this way! But I'll have to put it back on properly when we go club-hopping tonight, after your flight gets here.
"These men here have been really helpful making sure every bit of me is covered with sunblock. They seem to be especially concerned about my pussy and my tits, since I started out very pale in those places.
"Are they seeing my pussy now? Of course, just like you wanted all those men to see me when you took me that time to Sandy Hook. Oh hey, it's time for another application of sunblock, they told me that under this Florida sun you have to re-apply it every 10 minutes or so. I've got to put the phone down for a sec so I can use both hands to rub this cream on. I think you can still hear me? Good, because I need both hands. If I hold my lips apart with the fingers of one hand, I can use the other hand to spread the cream. Most of the wet is from the sunblock, but not all of it. Got to make sure I get lotion on all the pink parts, —Um, sorry, I don't mean to be grossing you guys out, I hope you don't mind me opening my legs so I can smear this sunblock around; I don't want to get a sunburn down there, of all places! And thanks, that's sweet of you but I can rub my pussy myself. But what you can do is take this bottle of lotion and squirt it onto my pussy. Onto, not into! Just on the insides of the lips, but not into my vagina. It takes three hands to do this! With you holding the bottle I can use one hand to hold myself open and the other hand to apply the cream after you squirt it on me. Yes, like that, thanks guys!—."Okay sweetie, I can hold the phone now. I had to apologize to these guys for the beaver shot—most unladylike! They are so polite. Hey, maybe with no hair, it's not really a beaver? You know, I think after the next ten minutes is up I'll just relax and let one of them apply it.
"What?! You don't think they should help me? You want me to get sunburned? You're just jealous because you're not here seeing them see my pussy! And, by the way, Mister Jealous, they're seeing my tits, too.
"No, they did not rub the cream on my tits. But they showed me the places on the undersides where I had missed. Same for my butt. And in nine more minutes, when they do my pussy I might just ask them to do my tits. We'll hang up now but I'll call you when we're ready to put more sunblock on.
