Sex museum Part 3

Now she remembers these forest meetings, the fun afternoons with her friends, who had to cut them out in their stories, because they fell into the category “fantasy”. With the move to the city, into the student life, the topic had settled anyway. Entirely immersed in these thoughts, her hands nest in his groin as a matter of course, and warm the marble. Her eyes follow her hands and finds her intimate area.
“It’s a pity that you are not quite complete, I would be too curious to see how your best piece looks in full size. However, let your bells close to a grand size. “
The words help her overcome the fear of touching him in these places. Every other man would be able to react quickly with quick breaths, a pleasant sigh or moans, and thereby encourage them to continue. Not so here. Of course, how?
She turned to the belly and chest of the well-formed man.
“Well, I’ll be a bit bolder, if the alarm system has not started so far, I can go a little closer to you. Your face is so far away when I stand here. “
She climbs higher and sits with his legs spread apart on his belly, slips a little to and fro to find a comfortable position, persists briefly as she feels his gait on her buttocks. This gives her a secure hold and clearly reminds her of where she is. A little unreal: the cool, smooth marble on the inner sides of her thighs and, at the same time, the well-defined muscles, the soft lines, the lively-looking male power that she has among her.
She pauses, sits upright and feels how cool it is on her panties. Yes, she must be really wet, she thinks with a smile that is not quite free from embarrassment.
“You are made of stone and no one sees us, so what am I thinking about? Or what do you mean? “, She mentions him in her thoughts. “And if I sit in the same place long enough, it gets warm and feels good.”
She bends forward and now turns to the reason why she had actually sat down.
He wants to take a closer look at his face, find out what it’s about with his facial expressions. She slips back and forth involuntarily on his stomach and can not prevent the stimulation of her middle. Lust rises in her. She notices how she has not only become moist, but has become really wet and is distracted by the observation of the satyr. She looks down, lifts her dress to see if this excitement wave has left its mark on the marble barn. “Uuuups …”, she can not express her surprise more cleverly. Where their desires had poured on the stone, the white marble turned into a rosé. She moves a little to the side, to look more closely at what happened. “Are not you white marble? Are you clinging and I am solving your color here? “She groans for the discolored part and scares, pulls back her finger quickly, reluctantly collects her courage and explores the place more thoroughly:” This is not a stone that feels Look like skin! “.
She leans back, looks at the forest ghost in the face, looks at his gaze and asks him softly: “Am I wrong here or is there a real guy under the marble? Totally crazy thought, but this feels like skin. Warm and soft, it now pulsates even a little. Okay, I see you can not answer. The idea is too oblique, even for a like me, with the so-called fantasy, of which I have too much. If I think logically, so if logic is what is asked here, then … nee, really, that is a strong piece. “
She murmurs a little further, looks at this soft spot in the marble and begins to spread the moisture with the finger on the stone. And lo and behold, the stone is slowly and almost imperceptibly, too soft, warm skin. When everything is distributed, the abdomen has a skin area of the size of their hand. She looks at the result and decides not to explain this phenomenon logically, but, as in her childhood, she simply accepts the facts which show her.
“Well, if this is so, I want to see what can be done for you tonight.”
She climbs down to her pocket and takes out the small water bottle. “If wet make the recipe, then let’s go”. She goes to his left foot and rubs it with the water from the bottle. Nothing happens, she waits a little, looks at her stomach, yes, there is still the pulsating skin to be seen. They still exist, it just does not seem to work at the foot. Perhaps in another place? She tries it on the thigh, on the arm, on the hair … nothing will happen. Meanwhile the water is empty. She does not need new things to organize, it does not help anyway.

“Well, it looks like we both have a lot to do today and that this can be a really exciting experience,” she grins at him as she leans against the marble block and her fingers in the soft spot on his Belly. She is still there and seems to buckle her as if to tell her something.
“That seems unmistakable, I think. Just where do I start, you’re not just small and I’m afraid my excitement … no matter, “she interrupts, thinking of the size and impossibility of the task.
“Let’s take it from the practical side,” she muttered to herself, stripped off her panties, climbed the forest spirit between her legs, put her feet in his groin and sat down in the crouch. With her left hand she holds on to her angled upper arm, which gives her a firm hold, and with the right hand she goes to the place where the magic spell is located, which obviously makes this stone man a living forest spirit. While her hand slowly slides in the lush moisture, slipping back and forth on the soft skin, she thought out loud: “Tell me, where do I start now? What would be most important to you? The eyes? So you can see who’s going to make trouble? “
With a bit of shaky movement, she leads her wet fingers to his face. Your tension is greater than at any other time in this unusual night. So far, it was just an adventure, in which the events had overruled, now at this moment you realize what is actually going on. If this works here, she will meet a man who does not know her, who is completely alien to her, with whom she is already very intimate, but has not yet spoken a word whose will she does not know and, Your thoughts are over. Her hand has been placed on his slightly furrowed forehead. She interrupts her wild thoughts, which only confuse her and stop her from whispering her emotion and adventure spirit. She sighs and feels at the same time as under her fingers the forehead smoothes and lets her hand act freely. Again Kari moistened her fingers between the thighs and stroked the hands of the handsome man, drove the sides of her face, freed the eyebrows from the stone, and wiped the nose, the wide nostrils, and finally his upper lip.

Everything becomes as if from magic hand to softer, pulsating skin. Oh yes, the eyes, yea, those shall be alive with the next moisture. Carefully she distributes her wetness on the eyelids and observes how they begin to move. Her heart is tapping her neck, what will happen when he sees her? Is there a hidden eye behind the stone? This thought has not yet been conceived when she sees two big, brown eyes alert and friendly. She hastened to remove the fossilization from the eye part, in order to recognize the expression and the movement in it. Small folds of laughter come to light, yes, lived joy, can be seen here. And she can now also see his movements curiously, as he always tries to fix her face and finally his eyes in the rest. She pauses in her actions, looks at his face, leans forward, leans with her knees on his chest and takes his face in her hands.
“I am Kari and I do not know what is happening here. I am aware that this is totally crazy, but I want to continue to experience it. Can you understand me at all? “

His eyes watched her closely until now, now he closes them briefly, as if to nod.
“Ok, so I have no idea what this is going to be and I hope it suits you, just like for me.” Again this nod. “Well, then the mouth next? What language do you speak? I can neither Italian nor Greek, Latin …? Oh, excuse me, I’m quite excited, I always begin to chatter like a waterfall. “

She falls silent, walks with her right hand between her legs, moisturizes and leads her to his lips. A grateful flickering is unmistakable in his eyes, and perhaps a little impatience when she seems to lose herself in her observations.

‘Sensual is that,’ she thinks. ‘Stone or not, is inconceivable as stimulating this feeling of moist caressing on his full lips’. She involuntarily drives her tongue over her own, moistening it, and feeling the exciting coolness that forms on it. Her gaze can no longer be removed from his mouth, as the stone becomes the soft, supple lips, which with every breath return to their original redness. ‘Irresistible’, she goes through her head and she tends forward as if by herself. Her mouth seems to know the way already, as if it were the most self-evident in the world, she puts her lips on the stone man’s, and feels as he approaches her.
“Really!”, The words of the word, which appear in Kari’s head detached from all the structures, as she feels his lips open easily and their tongue in. The initial slowness and the keynote of the first give way to the urgent greed, to the impulse of pleasure and pure passion. They penetrate deeply into each other; their mouths seem breathless and moist, the tongues become one, anticipating the longing of oneness already.

In a more violent movement, Kari loses the balance for a short time and is forced to seek a new stop.