A statue with a rather phallic protrusion

In the corner, I see a statue of what I think is supposed to be a man. Admittedly, most of the statue's details are rather vague. The only thing about the statue that is detailed is its stiff, erect cock. If I had to guess, the artist is making some sort of statement about one night stands, but I could care less about artistic intent.

Instead, a rather devious thought entered my mind. I look around the room before approaching the statue. There's no one around. At least not that I can see. I guess it's a bit too early for most perverts to be perusing this gallery. It's just me and a very well hung statue that is here for my amusement.

After a deep breath, I decide to make my move. My heart pounds like a jackhammer as I reach for the hem of my skirt. With one swift tug, I expose my ass to the world. Another tug pulls my panties to the side, bringing my pussy out to play. Again, I look around for any voyeurs who might be around. Again, I don't see anyone around, but that doesn't mean that I'm alone. In fact, my eyes look upwards in search of cameras that aren't there.

As certain as I can be that I am alone, I grip the statue and press my lovelips against the length of the shaft. A gasp escapes my mouth, so I bite down on my lip. The shaft feels cold and smooth, like a slab of marble. I'm not sure I'd want to stick it inside of me, but I'm sure it'll feel damn good grinding against it.

To start, I rock my hips gently to see what the statue can take. To my relief, the statue stands strong as rub against it. Maybe it is designed for this very thing I'm doing. It's certainly a rather convoluted way to make a masturbation device, but who am I to question artistic intent?

It sinks in that I'm completely ****. I can't see around me, and it's obvious to anyone around what I am doing. At any moment, someone could come up behind me and do whatever they want with me. That thought only fuels me to rock my hips faster. The odd moan escapes my mouth, which sounds like a roar in the confines of the otherwise silent gallery.

Although I want to get this over and done with, I also don't want to go too fast. If this thing topples over, it might crush me. At the very least, it will alert anyone around. That and I might have a rather expensive and broken art piece to pay for. I didn't even look to see how much this thing costs. Hell, I don't even know if it's for sale. My wanderlust has driven me to overwhelming lust and all I can think about is satisfying that age-old urge.