Examine the statue

After recovering from the surprise of seeing the stone woman under the covers, Alex holds his candle closer to take a better look. He marvels at the detail of the sculpture; he has never seen such a lifelike stone representation of a human face in his life! In fact, in this low light, it is difficult to believe that it is actually a statue and not a peacefully-sleeping young woman in front of him.

The statue’s face is that of a young woman — perhaps the same age as Alex, if not a year or two older. Her eyes are closed, and her face is relaxed in peaceful slumber. Her hair is long and flows down over her shoulders, beneath the blanket.

Intrigued by this fantastic piece of artwork, Alex pulls the blanket back further, and as he does so, his eyes widen in surprise. He sees her long hair does, in fact, reach down past her shoulders, but he loses interest in her hair when he sees that hair is the only covering for her shoulders — or for anything else that is in view, for that matter. The artist of this sculpture chose to leave his subject undressed — at least the upper half of her body, as far as he can see at this point.

Alex gazes in rapt fascination at the beautifully-detailed stone breasts of the young woman. Having never actually been this close to a naked woman, he cannot swear to the authenticity of the detail, but from what he knows about the female form, no feature was a omitted. The woman’s medium-sized breasts appear firm and healthy, and her nipples rise slightly at each peak, interrupting the perfectly-round shape in a tantalizing manner.

As his eyes slowly move down and take in the sight, his gaze drinks in the healthy form of her chest and abdomen. Her belly button is a small, inviting oval, barely visible above the covers.

Alex suddenly feels embarassed — as if he is invading the privacy of a living person, rather than a statue. He looks over his shoulder, as if expecting his mother to come in suddenly and scold him. He rebukes himself and tells himself that he is merely appreciating a fine work of art and that it would be a shame for such a masterpiece to remain unobserved. With that rationale, he pulls back the rest of the covers.

His already-wide eyes grow even rounder at the sight of the bottom half of her body. Like the top, it is without clothing. The artist chose to depict the sleeping woman with her legs slightly parted, one knee bent, thus exposing her neatly-trimmed snatch.

Alex holds the candle quite closely and leans in, with his face mere inches from the stone cunt of the woman. He feels his cock stiffen significantly as he gazes as the beautiful slit and tempting lips that are visible beneath the fine patch of marble hair.

He stands there for quite some time, lustily looks at every detail.