This did not go unnoticed.

"What was that...?" The girl's voice, tinged with panic and curiosity, pierced the balmy night.

"Sounded like a woman..." The guy trailed off, his tone a cocktail of amusement and disbelief. He nudged his date when he finally noticed the 'statue' standing nearby.

The couple rose while adjusting their clothes, their earlier activities forgotten, replaced by the intrigue of a statue seemingly coming to life before their very eyes. Layla's heart thundered against her ribcage, her attempts at stillness as futile as asking the wind not to blow.

Be like a statue, be like a statue, she willed herself, but her body betrayed her, as the juices from her pussy began to leak down her leg. This too did not go unnoticed, though through her shut eyes she could not see the combined looks of lust and curiosity that were currently painted on the faces of the young couple. Something she had also failed to notice was that her pose had significantly shifted. While from a distance it would still look like one a statue would be made in, up close every inch of her privacy was on full display. Her arms no longer covered her large breasts, and her hand no longer blocked the sight of her (now puffy) vagina.

"This is a pretty risque statue," the girl giggled, stepping closer with the determination of a cat stalking a laser pointer. "Can't believe we didn't notice it earlier. Look how defined the ass cheeks are on it!" She gently placed a hand on Layla's exposed rear end, at which the girl nearly screamed. "Ooh, the material is really soft too!"

"You don't say?" Replied the man, as he too drew near. He raised his arms above his head and placed his hands on each of the 'statues' breasts, careful not to move them to uphold the charade.

"Yeah, it feels kind of like silicone," came his girlfriend, as she continued to poke Layla's butt cheeks. "Oh, and it's warm!"

"I don't know, the statue feels a lot more natural than silicone. Bet they used something else to make this beauty." His reply was cheeky and was punctuated by his hands giving Layla's nipples a playful twist. She had to do everything in her power, and power she never even knew she had, to stop herself from screaming out in pleasure and surprise. Despite the teasing, prodding, and groping, she kept the charade going.

"Now watch it, or else I'll think you like this statue more than me." Protested his date as she came around towards his side. His arms immediately retreated to his sides, as he exchanged a playful look with his girlfriend. He pointed towards Layla's glistening mound, where much of the paint was starting to fade and wash away from the Latina's overflow.

"Hey, looks like it's got a leak here," the guy egged on, reaching out a hand toward Layla's exposed, faux-bronze cooch. Layla was screaming internally, feeling that her disguise had finally blown (unaware that it had been for a few minutes now). She was also so tender right now that she felt one more touch from this stranger would be enough to send her over the edge.