You question your judgment. Waiting is not the best idea, but you're shy, reluctant. What if you go further into the building and someone gets upset? You should wait here and relax. Calm down a bit then try to find the office. Being in a high school again has made you uneasy.
You flex your arms and wander the room, returning your attention back to the statues. They are quite... pretty, you suppose. Whoever made them was truly skilled. There's a particular one that you rather like.
She's staring down at you almost, with a slight smile. Her nose is thin and bony and her hair feels blonde. She's got angular shoulders and thin collar bones. Her small body and that look – it reminds you of someone from long ago...
Her eyes must be green. It's silly to give such characteristics, but she seems like the type. You wonder what she likes. Despite her timid stance, she seems unabashed, almost empowered to be posing for the sculptor.
Wouldn't it be nice to be able to touch her?
You suppose it's not a museum. No one's around. It wouldn't hurt. You're a klutz, but you won't break it.
You reach out and touch the statue's arm. It's cool, the white stone very soft against your fingers. It's a fascinating material. You hadn't realized stone could be so smooth. You rub it, savoring her skin.
Your hand continues up her arm and traces along her collar, memorizing the divets of her bones. Your hand rubs her back, surprised to feel her shoulder blades, even her spine. So much detail! To think people are missing out on this aspect of art – the detail on this statue is incredible.
You feel a little nervous doing so, but you cup her ass. It has a nice shape. Firm, toned.
You cup her other cheek with your free hand and grin, running your hands down the back of her legs, feeling just how muscular the model must have been. Her legs are powerful, calves tight and feet quite shapely.
So intrigued, you wish you were tall enough to reach the statue's face. With little else to explore, you crane your head to see under her gown. You're surprised to see some intimate detail – that the sculptor actually sculpted her vagina, then covered it with the cloth.
You reach up under her and touch her, sliding your finger between her slit.
You pause, slightly confused. You remove your finger and inspect it. It's wet. |