The author invites you to first read the four earlier chapters of this story, "Phone Call from the Nude Beach" and "Phone Call from the Nude Beach Ch. 02, 03, and 04". If you don't read the earlier installments, a brief synopsis follows to catch you up.
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Our naked beachgoer is in Miami, enjoying the weekend between the two weeks of her training class. Her husband is flying from Up North, wanting desperately to join her for the weekend. For two days he's been fighting airline delays in a desperate effort to get to Miami to see his wife displaying herself naked in public, something he's been pestering her about for years. She's been teasing him on the phone, describing the joys of her new-found exhibitionism.
...All he can think about is her descriptions of how she went clubbing naked the previous night, how she rode the bus nearly naked from her hotel to the beach, and then once she got there the dozens of people enjoying her nakedness and publicly fondling her to an orgasm, but he's bothered mostly by the fact that he's not there to see this. Not yet.
...His flight Saturday got stuck overnight in Atlanta, so now he's waiting to board a Sunday flight to Miami to join her at the clothing-optional beach where she's been reveling in her nakedness all weekend. And telling him of her adventures.)
...The plan now is for him to get to Miami late Sunday afternoon, spend a few precious hours with her naked in public, then fly home late Sunday night to be back at work Monday morning while she stays in Miami for the final week of her training class. She last spoke with him a couple of hours ago, to learn that the morning flight from Atlanta was delayed and that he'll call when he's finally boarding. Finally, early afternoon on the beach, her phone rings...
"Oh, yay! You're finally in Atlanta and boarding in half an hour! The flight to Miami is only a couple of hours, so if you land by 3, then by the time you're out of the airport and drive to the beach it'll be 4 or 5, so we'll have maybe two hours before the sun sets. I know you want to see me naked in front of anybody who walks by, I think we'll still have some time for that. I can't wait! I'm so horny! This towel under me is soaked. Being naked in public keeps me right on the edge of an orgasm, I feel like I'm constantly ready to come. And I don't even have to play with my clit! I wish I'd listened to you at that beach in New Jersey and gotten naked there. Now I want to just stay naked and show myself naked to everyone.
"Well, we have a few minutes to talk before you board.
"Sweetie, when you get here I'll have a surprise for you, but you'll have to pass a little test. There are dozens of women here lying naked in the sun. Most of the pussies are bare, like mine. So, after you call to say you're almost to the beach, I'm gonna lie back on this lounger and wait for you. But I'll have a towel over my face and you'll have to identify me only by my pussy!! That's the test.
"I'm gonna ask some of the other women here to open their legs and cover their faces too. If you don't pick me on the first try, I'll feel crushed, but you'll be in trouble, big trouble. So you'd better get it right the first time, and remember, you haven't seen me with a shaved pussy since the kids were born, and even that was only partial. But now I'm totally bare even underneath all the way to my butt hole, so you'll probably have to look closely at every woman you think might be me. Good luck! Meanwhile, I'm gonna just lie here horny as hell and enjoy being naked and display myself the way you always wanted. Now get on that plane so you can come watch people looking at your naked horny wife!
...He lands in Miami, gets his rental car, and is driving toward the beach using the directions she texted him. Her phone rings...
"Yay, at last! Yes, the big parking lot, then walk through the tunnel. Now I'm gonna lie back, open my legs, and cover my face with the towel. And, I asked the lifeguard if you're allowed to fuck here and he said for sure no, not on the beach, only in the lifeguard tower. Probably because he thought I wanted to fuck him, ha! ha! I explained that my husband is the only man I fuck, which he didn't believe after watching me all day with peoples' hands up my pussy and the "bathing suit" I arrived in and especially my great public orgasm yesterday and me doing every other sexual thing except actually fuck, and especially my bottoms-up yoga pose leg splits! So, sweetie, as soon as you get here maybe we'll call his bluff and ask if you and I can borrow his lifeguard tower.
"Too bad we're not allowed to fuck here, I was going to say that once you figure out which one of us naked women lying here is your wife, to just stick your dick in me. From the fit you could tell for sure. But, no fucking on the beach so that will have to wait. And also, what would happen if you stuck it in the wrong woman?
"Oh, you say you just made the turn off the Expressway? Good, just a few more minutes and you'll be trying to figure out which one of these lovely pussies is mine.
...Hubby arrives on the beach, puts his towel down, gets naked, and sets about looking at each naked woman lying on her back, and tries to identify his wife. At first he's enjoying this, and his partial erection shows it. After surveying a dozen or so bare bodies, he narrows the field down to three, then two, based on tits, leg shape, and other physical traits. With their faces covered and wedding rings concealed, it's hard to choose. He goes back and forth between the final two, looking for distinguishing features. How can he not recognize his own wife's pussy? She had mentioned that her clit might be out, so he'll have to go back and look more closely. Both clits are protruding slightly, one pink and one darker, but he isn't familiar enough with his own wife's clit!
