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**I am sorry for the very long delay, I have been having long-term chronic health issues and a complete lack of inspiration. Lately I have however been feeling better and I have now finished the next chapter! I can’t promise that there will be any more chapters, I have so many other ideas I want to explore and I am starting to feel that this story has reached the end if it road.**

**Now to the story!**

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I got off the bus about 10 minutes before my date with Olivia. We were supposed to meet up at the square then walk to the movie theater together.

I felt nervous. The words of Olivia still echoed in my head.

*You better make it the best damn date ever!*

I didn’t have much dating experience so I wasn’t sure what a great date is in general, although, knowing Olivia, nothing ordinary would anyway constitute a great date anyway. What she wanted was the exhilaration and risk of exposure. I would just have to improve, but I did take some precautions.

Instead of lingering on thoughts about Olivia, knowing that no amount of planning at this point would help anyway, I walked to the square and looked for Olivia.

Considering how early I was, it wasn’t likely that Olivia was there, but a man can hope.

She wasn’t there, but it didn’t take long before I got a message from Olivia, with a picture attached.

The picture was of Olivia herself. The photo showed her face, wearing her characteristic mischievous and seductive smile, and her upper body. She wore black sunglasses and her blond hair framed her face nicely and she had made a small braid on her left side with a red band tying it together at the tip. She wore a white deep U neck tank top that revealed most of the upper part of her breasts and hints of her nipples beneath the fabric revealed that she was not wearing a bra. Behind her was some sort of statue.

Below the picture the text read:

“Hi Jonas! I noticed that you came early! You must be really excited for our date huh? 🙂 Can’t wait to see more of me, can you? I bet you are disappointed though that I will not be naked, but I am sure that you will undress me with your eyes anyway, you won’t need much imagination to do that, right? :O”

Below it was another text:

“I have a challenge for you. If you can find where I am based on the photo, I will reward you with one command that I cannot refuse!”

*At all times with the games with Olivia.* I wondered to myself.

I looked at the photo again, trying to not get too distracted by her beautiful smile. I couldn’t see the entire statue, but I could see the legs of the man and the butt of a rifle. Both looked to be roughly from the 18th century and next to the man’s legs was something that looked like a plow.

At first I wondered: “Aha, it is the Minute Man!” However, then I remembered that The Minute Man is actually standing in Concord, Massachusetts. Far from where we are now.

However, I didn’t score 97 out of 100 on my entrance exam for nothing and I noticed a clue.

Olivia had tried to hide the text beneath the statue, but four rows of words were partially visible to the right side of Olivia’s face, opposite of her cute braid:

“…nwall”

“..aised in”

“…orate”

“…ncord”

These were not what was written on the original statue in Concord, rather on a locally trendy replica of The Minute Man statue about 5 minutes from where I was and incidentally about one block from where the movie theater was, on Concord square. The original text read:

This statue is a replica by George Cornwall

of The Minute man originally raised in

Concord, Massachusetts to commemorate

those who fought at the battle of Concord

It was raised here because some of the soldiers who fought at the Battle of Conford later settled in Oak Spring and a trendy artist from the city who was a descendant of one of the soldiers wanted to make a replica.

How did I know that? Because I had read up on the history of the Oak Spring? Because I had learned the cultural landmarks of the city?

No, because I saw the statue on Yooyle maps when I looked where the movie theater was and happened to get curious when I recognized that it looked like The Minute Man.

Honestly, there were so many statues in this city that I didn’t know about, yet Olivia had somehow picked one of the most recognizable statues in the city.

She probably didn’t know that it was a replica of one of America’s most trendy statues. Even if I hadn’t seen it when looking for the movie theater, I could have just yooyled ‘ replica of the Minute Man in Oak Spring’ and I would have found it.

I texted Olivia:

“You are in Concord square.”

Then I sent another:

“Do you know who The Minute Man is?”

I saw that Olivia started texting me back almost immediately:

“Wow, that is amazing! Yes you are correct. I guess I owe you a favor now. You better make it cunt!”

I snorted at the typo, then she sent another:

“I meant count! Gosh such a freudian slip. Now you know what is on my mind ><”

Then she sent a third message:

“No, is that someone from college who is famous for only lasting a minute in bed? I hope it isn’t you :O”

Then a fourth:

“Just kidding, it is a famous statue in Massachusetts, everyone knows about it.”

I chuckled to myself. So she did know about it. That meant she also knew that the statue behind her was a replica and that I easily would have figured it out. She wanted me to tell her to do something she couldn’t refuse.

I felt my heart beat faster at the wondered, because I knew that she would want me to use it to make her do something naughty. To make it ‘cunt’ as she surely deliberately mistyped.

I sent her a text:

“I will be there in 5!”

She sent a horned devil smiley back as a response.

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I quickly found her on the square, the statue was in the middle of it. I was stunned at the sight of her and my heart immediately started to beat faster.

Other than her white top, Olivia was wearing a very short pleated skirt that ended just below her ass, revealing almost the entire length of her strong and sexy legs. If she leaned over too much and sat down, one would easily be able to see her panties. Assuming she was wearing any…

She beamed a massive smile at me when I arrived and said:

“Hello there Jonas! I am impressed that you figured it out so fast! I guess that’s why you have the uniform privileges, while I have to remain exposed to your greedy eyes!”

At the end, she smiles devilishly. She hugged me and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

“I suppose that may be the case.” I said, trying to remain composed, even though my heart was racing from the sight and touch of her. Her clothing left so little to imagine, as was obviously her intention.

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Once we finally arrived at the shopping mall where the movie theater was located, we had to take an escalator to the second floor. However, before we could step onto it, Olivia whispered in my ear.

“Don’t step on immediately, wait a few steps behind me.”

She then backed on the escalator wearing a massive grin.

I let her ride the escalator a few steps before I got on. Once I got on the escalator, she broadened her stance and I could see straight up her short skirt. She didn’t even need to bend over or flip it over.

I knew it would be some sort of exposure, but I for some reason had expected that she would show me her panties. Instead I was looking directly at the gorgeous fold of her pussy. I could even see her provocatively protruding inner labia, there was just nothing hiding her crotch. Again, I felt my heart race and my cock started getting harder.

Looking at her face I could tell that she was loving it, wearing a massive smile after having flashed me and her face was getting a bit flushed.

It took maybe ten seconds to get to the next floor and I tried to not stare at her exposed pussy, but she kept drawing my eyes to it by innocently playing with the folds of her skirt with her fingers.

Once we reached the top she turned around and for maybe a second I could also see her firm and well shaped ass. I felt my cock twitch. We hadn’t even started and she was already almost making me hard.

We walked the last bit to the movie theater and to one of the ticket machines, where one could print one’s pre-ordered tickets.

We had decided to watch a romantic B movie drama. It was quite old already, but Olivia had insisted on it.

As I printed the tickets, Olivia stood next to me and hugged her left arm around my waist and whispered:

“Did you like it? I wanted to make sure that you had as easy access to me as possible today.”

My heart started racing.

*Easy access? I wonder what she has in mind.*

She then sucked my left earlobe and gave it a little bite. God, she was really in the mood today.

“I did, your skirt looks really nice on the inside too.” I said, teasing her.

She made a mock disappointed moan in my ear.

“If you didn’t see properly, then maybe your hand will be able to feel it.”

Then she grabbed my free hand and placed it under her skirt. The machine was in a corner and she had turned her back to the open area of the lobby so no one could see what she was doing with my hand.

I felt the soft skin of her thigh, then she brought my hand up higher and I first felt the skin of her pubic area, clean shaven, then she used my fingers to rub her clitoris, letting out a silent moan into my ear.

My cock, already half-hard, didn’t take long to fill up the last bit and in seconds I was uncomfortably hard in my pants.

She then rubbed my hand all the way down her folds and I could feel the wetness of her already moistening pussy.

I tried to focus on printing the tickets and not pressing any wrong buttons as she kept using my hand as a sex toy, making my hand increasingly more wet from her juices, until finally the tickets were printed and we had to go to the theater hall.

But before we left, she took my hand, now wet with her juices, up to her mouth and sucked and licked it off my fingers. My cock twitched painfully hard, trying to become even harder than would fit in my pants.

We entered the hall and I noticed that it was very empty. There was barely anyone in there. Which was not surprising, considering that the movie was old and not highly rated. I suspected that Olivia had planned for that all along.

We sat down in our seats as the commercials started, with Olivia sitting on my right side. We had barely even seated ourselves before Olivia grabbed my right hand and placed it on her left thigh. Now that she was seated the skirt rode up a bit and her thigh was naked all the way up to her crotch.

The feeling of her skin was electrifying as usual and my heart pounded as I caressed it, slowly going from her knee and up along the inside of her thigh, stopping just before touching her crotch, avoiding her pussy. I heard her breath deeper and she looked at me with a seductive smile and bit her lower lip. She was definitely enjoying doing these naughty things in public.

Finally the commercial was over and the lights of the theater went out and only the dim light from the screen lit up the room.

A few minutes after the movies has started, Olivia leaned over and whispered in my ear:

“For the duration of the movie, my body is free-to-use for you.”

I couldn’t quite see her face in the dark room, but I was sure she was smiling mischievously.

My heart pounded as I considered the implication of her words. Did she want me to touch her in the ‘easy access’ areas?

I let my left hand caressing her thigh ride up higher and up under her skirt. She breathed in deeply and spread her legs more. I then traced the tips of my fingers over her cleanly shaved pubic area, just above her clitoris. I could hear Olivia’s breath go ragged and the touch made her lightly grab my arm in anticipation and eagerness for more..

She shimmied closer to me and I tried to move as close to her as feasible too. I wanted to be able to access more of her ‘easy access’ areas, so I took my right hand from her thigh and placed my arm over her shoulders and behind her neck. Fortunately Olivia is shorter than me, so I had more than enough reach to slide my right hand inside of her top and I used my hand and fingers to gently play with her nipples and caress her right breast.

Olivia let out a silent moan when I gently flicked her nipple and gave it a gentle pull. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but the closest couple was several rows away and the movie was anyway too loud.

Olivia placed her right hand on my crotch and started to caress my hard cock through my pants as she looked up at me with a mischievous smile.

I then let my left hand slide up along her thigh and softly over her pussy, tracing her already wet labia. Olivia squirmed at the touch and gyrated her hips towards my hands to try to get closer.

For the next maybe 15 or 20 minutes I traced her thigh and her pubic area, occasionally taking a detour over her pussy to feel how wet she was, but never giving her any real stimulation. She was shifting in her seat, clearly frustrated and she grab my hands to take control, but I shock her off and whispering to her:

“You said your body is free-to-use for me. That means I get to decide what to do. Put your hands on the side and just take what I give you. The movie is long, no need to hurry.”

She gave a frustrated moan, but did as I said.

After another few minutes of edging-agony for Olivia, I finally started to focus more on her pussy, letting the tips of my fingers press against her clitoris and labia as I traced up and down them.

I slipped one finger between her labia and over her wet opening. It was dripping wet and my finger came back completely soaked.

Someone spoke a few rows away and we were pulled back into reality. I couldn’t believe we were doing this in a theater. But I knew Olivia must love the excitement and the risk.

I went back to rubbing her clitoris, used my wet fingers to rub gentle circles, slowly building up her arousal as I heard her breathing get faster. As her breathing got faster, I circled the clit faster, following her rhythm. Having made her orgasm more than once before, I knew when she was about to cum and when I noticed that she was about to tumble over the edge I stopped, rubbing her thigh instead.

She moaned frustrated, looking at me pleadingly. I just shook my head at her with a small amused smile. I leaned over and whispered in her ear:

“Not yet. I want to get you as aroused as you can get. Then when you finally get to cum when you get home, it will be the best orgasm you have ever experienced.”

She wanted this to be the best date ever, well, I knew what she liked. She loved exposure and she loved cumming hard from being teased. She would never be able to practice the restraint of edging on herself, only by me taking control would it be feasible to give her that mind blowing orgasm.

I could see her lean back against her seat looking into the ceiling as she clenched her hands, clearly trying to prevent herself from simply taking care of her needs herself.

I then gently started to rub her clit again, slowly, starting all over again, as I looked into her desperate eyes. This time we kept eye contact for the entire time that I built her up again.

I could see the pleasure she felt through her eyes, looking at me with desire and need. As she got close again her mouth opened a little and she looked at me pleadingly, beggingly, hoping that I would let her cum.

But I didn’t. I knew how much she anticipated it and by denying it until the very end of the date I knew that she would enjoy it all the more and that it would be so much more intense if she had to wait and be edged.

Again, I stopped rubbing her just as she was about to cum and her body shook in frustration from being denied and she clenched her fists again.

A wondered struck me:

*We are in a theater and it is very dark and there are very few people here. Olivia’s idea was obviously to have me touch her and maybe cum in here, but there is something else we, or she I should say, could do here that would fulfill her need of exposition, of being naked in public.*

I leaned towards her and whispered into her ear:

“I will now invoke my command that you cannot refuse. You will take all of your clothes off and put them in my bag.”

I brought my small backpack that I had worn today onto my lap and opened it as I leaned it towards her expectantly.

She looked at me with confusion, trying to see if I was serious. Her eyes darted back and forth looking through the theater, looking at the other guests in the theater. None of them were looking our way, a couple was even making out. Still, she was hesitating.

I knew she loved getting naked in public, and relished the risk of getting caught and the excitement of being naked. But being completely naked in a movie theater when other people were around would be a challenge even for her. I knew she had flashed people before, but getting completely naked and being denied the ability to easily dress herself again would send her heart racing. Just as I intended. It might just be the most exciting thing she had ever done in her life.

I looked at her meaningfully and impatiently. I could see anxiety in her eyes. She would be so vulnerable. But the higher the vulnerability, the higher the excitement.

She looked me in the eyes, trying to discover a way out, but she knew that refusing the command was not an option. Not if she wanted our thing to keep going. I felt my heart pounding, I felt bad in a way for making her do this, but I also knew that she would love it in hindsight.

She was clearly afraid, but as she came around to it, realizing that she had to obey me, I could also see the thrill in her eyes. It was like something just snapped and she let go of herself, allowing herself to experience the full excitement and fright of being fully naked in a very public place.

She looked around the theater as she grabbed the hem of her top and slowly pulled it up as she looked at the other attendants. Nobody was looking. Finally she pulled the top over her head, revealing her firm perfectly shaped breasts, and put it into the bag. The sight of her half naked now in the theater made my heart pound even harder as I could barely believe my eyes.

She instinctively brought her arms up to cover her naked breasts and looked around nervously. She was clearly very nervous and feeling very exposed, but I could also see that the excitement of being naked and exposed was getting to her. Her chest was heaving with excitement and she was biting her lower lip.

She looked at me as she lowered her arms and I could see that she was smiling now, excited by the prospect of being naked where she absolutely shouldn’t be. Her naked breasts were barely visible in the dim light and I could see her hard nipples against the background.

I looked at her then nodded in the direction of her skirt. She looked around again, but didn’t hesitate as much this time. She unzipped the skirt on the side as she looked around, then pushed her thumbs into the skirt on either side and slowly pushed them down. She had to lean her back against the seat and raise her butt in order to push them off, but as she finally managed to pull them over her sculpted ass and over her thighs, I felt like my heart was about to explode in my chest as she became increasingly naked. Finally she pulled the skirt down her lower legs and over her sandal clad feet as she got completely naked.

I looked her over and felt my cock strain in my pants as I admired her perfect body, completely naked in the theater.

She put the skirt into my bag as well. I could now see her firm and perky breasts clearly and her nipple protruded provocatively from her arousal and I could see her chest heaving with heavy breaths from the exhilaration. Looking further down was her strong athletic legs and her now completely uncovered pussy, with the slit clearly visible to me in the dim light.

She obviously felt exposed and vulnerable, looking back and forth around the room, and I could see that her hand and arms were stiff, ready to cover herself.

She was beautiful and oh so naked.

I leaned over to her again and brought my left hand over her shoulders to play with her breast and nipple again as my right hand wandered over her thigh, then up over her naked midriff, as I could feel shivers of pleasure vibrating on her skin. Then I brought my hand back down to her pussy, as she let out another silent moan.

I first ran them down the folds of her pussy, gathering up her moist juices from her opening, before I used her wetness as lube while rubbing her clitoris.

She leaned her head against mine and moaned into my ear, her breath hot on my cheek.

I kept rubbing her and occasionally sliding my fingers between her folds and her breathing got heavier and faster. I looked at her face briefly and I could see that she had closed her eyes and her mouth was open as she wore a facial expression of absolute bliss.

She opened her eyes and our gazes met. She smiled at me and leaned forward and kissed me. I hadn’t had the chance to kiss her since after the sports event and I was now reminded of how good she was at kissing. She took my lips firmly on her own and passionately kissed me, distracting me to the point that I almost forgot to keep rubbing her pussy.

We broke the kiss as I noticed that her attention was slipping, when I looked at her face again I could see that she was very close to orgasm. I stopped playing with her pussy and simply rubbed her thigh again. Her face screwed up in disappointment and let out a dangerously loud groan. I still had no intention of letting her cum.

It was now time for the grand finale, the climax of her exposure, the thing that would truely make this a memorable date for her.

I grabbed my bag with her clothing in and leaned towards her and whispered:

“I have to go to the bathroom, I will be right back.”

Then I got up and turned to walk down the rows of seats towards the exit.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

I heard Olivia whisper with desperation in her voice. I turned around to look at her and her face was filled with anxiety as she realized that I was about to leave with her clothing, leaving her completely naked and exposed and unable to cover herself even if she wanted to. Her heart must be beating so hard right now. I felt bad for doing it, but I knew that the risk of her actually getting caught was very low, those in the theater had clearly similar intentions to her, being distracted with their partners, and more importantly, I knew that the exhilaration of it would be mind blowing to her.

“You better be quiet and sit still, else someone might see you. See you in a bit!”

I told her then walked away.

As I walked down the stair towards the exit I looked back again and saw the silhouette of Olivia on her seat. She had covered her breasts with her arms and was looking desperately around her to see if anyone was looking.

I had deliberately left her phone on my seat, so I brought up my phone and texted her:

“Don’t move around so much, you are going to attract attention. Also, you are not allowed to cover your breasts. Lower your arms. I won’t go to the bathroom until I can see you full naked in your seat.”

Her phone was on silent, but the screen lit up when it got the message and I saw her pick it up and read my message.

She then lowered her arms, making herself fully vulnerable, and looked at me nervously. I smiled to myself and left the theater, abandoning Olivia naked in the theater.

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I took my time in the bathroom, making sure that she would have a good ten minutes of exhilaration. This was gonna be a day she would never forget.

After a few minutes I got a text from her:

“Where are you?”

After I another minute:

I am so scared to get caught!”

I replied:

“It will be okay! Just hang on, the more you text me, the more I have to stop and look at the phone and the longer it will take. I will be back soon!”

Then I leaned back against the wall outside our theater room and started browsing on my phone as I let the remaining minutes pass.

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Finally the 10 minutes had passed and I got back into the theater and slowly walked up the stairs to our rows of seats and made my way towards Olivia.

I could see that she had her eyes fixed on me the entire way, staring at me with an intensity and eagerness I had never seen from her before.

I finally made it back to Olivia and sat down next to her.

She leaned over to me and grabbed my bag out of my hand and whispered into my ear:

“You bastard! I have never done anything like that before, that was terrifying!”

However, I could hear that there was no real anger in her voice, rather her voice was trembling with excitement.

“I am sorry, Olivia. I just wanted to make sure this was a day you would never forget. Besides, you are the one who said I better make that favor count.” I said as I touched her arm. She was shaking and had goosebumps.

“I was hoping you would use it to ask to fuck me after our date. I didn’t think you would use it like this!”

She took her skirt and top out of the bag and started to get dressed again. It turned out that getting dressed discreetly in a theater is a lot harder than getting undressed, but she managed without drawing any attention. While she got dressed I could see something glistening on her seat and I realized that she had made a puddle of juice from her pussy in her excitement.

Once she was dressed again, I could see relief washing over her and she just leaned back with her eyes closed, trying to calm herself. placed my hand in hers and squeezed it. She was absolutely trembling, but she squeezed me back.

I gave her a few minutes, then I asked:

“Do you want to leave early for ice cream? We don’t need to finish the movie if you don’t want to.”

“Yes please,” She replied with a smile as she looked me in the eyes, “I have had enough of this movie theater for today!”

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