"It can't be a nude beach," the imp had said. "Or even a topless beach. That would be cheating. It has to be a normal public beach. Where someone sells ice cream."
"What if I get arrested?" I had asked.
The imp had just shrugged, but I was horny enough that I was now sitting nearly naked in my car in the parking lot of a local beach.
I'd tried to pick a place and a time that wouldn't have too many people around. I had come on a school day morning, so there were no little kids in the area. This particular beach was at the very end of a long public section, and the parking lot was pretty small. Of course, today it happened to be completely full, so I had to park by the side of the road. That meant a longer walk before I hit sand, but I figured that didn't really matter, because I was going to be exposed plenty long today, anyway. I looked around and didn't see anybody, so I took a deep breath, stepped out of the car, and slipped off the cover-up I'd been wearing. I tossed it on the seat, closed and locked the door behind me, and put my keys on top of the front tire.
I was standing outside now in the skimpiest "bathing suit" I'd ever worn in my life.
Of course, my outfit was specially designed by the imp, that horny bastard. My swimsuit bottom had magically arrived in the mail yesterday – a sheer black "C-string." You know, one of those new things that doesn't even have any straps, it just squeezes itself over your pussy and up through your ass crack. I have to admit it felt pretty amazing to wear, because I definitely knew it was there, but it was almost like nothing was there, you know?
The imp had told me to wear pasties over my nipples, but I pointed out I didn't own any. He said we'd have to do something about that, and I asked why he hadn't just ordered me some along with the C-string. He smiled and said he had a plan, and then he asked me if I liked the white stuff inside Oreo cookies.
The sticky stuff the imp gave me to hold the two cookie halves on seemed to be working okay so far, but I was worried about my Oreo pasties sliding off once I started walking and my B-cups got to bouncing a bit. They barely covered my areolas as it was.
I walked carefully on the hot pavement, though it didn't really seem to be hurting my bare feet. More of the imp's work? There were probably a couple dozen cars in the parking lot, filling not just the legal spaces but every place a car could be wedged in. Mine was the only car parked outside the lot, on the side of the road. It looked like there would be plenty of people at the beach today after all to see my pasty white naked body, covered by nothing more than a thin strip of sheer cloth and two cookies.
A teenage kid, obviously cutting school to go surfing, came out from behind a big conversion van carrying his board toward the crossover just as I was walking by. He kind of did a double take, then said, "After you, Miss Hottie," with a sweep of one hand. He was clearly underage but cute, and my nipples hardened against the Oreos. I blew him a kiss and walked past him onto the wooden crossover to the beach. I could feel his stare on my bare ass, so I swung it from side to side as I walked on the boards. My horniness was starting to overpower my nervousness and make me a little light-headed.
I stepped down the stairway and onto the sand, still self-conscious about how pale my skin was. I'd never been much of a beach bunny before (even though I had sneaked off to the nude beach a couple of times) and I didn't even have tan lines. I never tanned much, anyway, I tended just to burn instead.
There were people everywhere, lounging on beach towels, walking in the surf, riding the morning waves, strolling on the beach. So much for picking a slow day. A few people started to notice me, and stare. One guy made a wolf whistle sound, and then it felt like every eye on the beach was on me. I was really nervous, but God was I turned on. My nipples felt like little diamonds, they were so hard, and I didn't know how the Oreos were still staying attached to them.
I walked down to the edge of the water and stuck a toe in, and made a show of shivering. It wasn't actually all that cold, but making my tits bounce around in front of all these people felt really good. I sat down on the sand and let the waves lick at my pussy through the sheer fabric of the C-string. I sat there for several minutes, feeling the cool water wash up my legs and over the smooth skin of my cunt, tickling my hard clit, then slide back down my practically nude body. I was breathing harder and harder, in time with the surf. Before very long, I found myself right on the edge of having an orgasm, and I had to force myself to stop, stand up, and breathe normally. I brushed the sand off my ass as I turned away from the water. Better to be insanely horny than satisfied for what I needed to do.
I had been on the beach now for nearly five minutes, and I noticed that almost everyone, man or woman, was still watching me. I stood facing them with my hands on my hips and my legs slightly spread, dripping water and pussy juice right through the C-string. My clit was so hard I thought I could see it poking against the sheer black fabric when I looked down. What was it guys thought about to keep from cumming? Baseball, that was it. I tried to remember how many innings were in a game, how many outs in an inning, how many strikes in an out. Did I mention I'm not very big on sports? Anyway, it was the first time I had ever actually tried to keep from having an orgasm, which I had been about to do just standing there with my legs spread in front of all these people with that C-string fabric rubbing against my pussy, and it seemed to work.
When I had calmed down enough to walk, I headed up the beach, toward the ice cream stand. I had specific assignments today from the imp, certain marks I had to hit, and ice cream was next on the list.
Luckily, the guy selling ice cream wasn't too far away. I only had to walk about five minutes to reach the little building, swinging my ass the whole way. I was really turned on by showing off so much, and the thought of what I had to do next, the script I had to follow, was making me wetter and wetter. I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that there was no one in line for ice cream, or really even anywhere near the stand. Maybe it was too early in the morning for the ice cream rush to begin.
I propped my elbows on the counter, and my Oreo-tipped tits swayed back and forth. "Hi," I told the guy, "I'd like a small vanilla cone with Oreo bits on it."
"I can tell you like Oreos," the guy said. He watched my breasts while he pulled the soft-serve ice cream, so I kept them moving for his benefit.
He handed me the cone and I said, "Where are my Oreo bits?"
"We're all out," the guy said. He smiled. Maybe he already knew what I was going to do.
The imp had assured me the sticky stuff on my nipples was non-toxic. I was a little bit afraid it might be imp cum, but I guess I had eaten worse. So I didn't hesitate to pull first the left, then the right Oreo cookie right off the ends of my tits and crumble them over the ice cream cone. The cool ocean breeze across my now bare nipples felt wonderful, and once again I felt almost ready to cum just standing there.
"You should do my job," the ice cream guy said. "You'd make a fortune."
