The third floor sounds more promising.

“You go ahead, you know I’m not going to understand or know who half of those figures are. I’m going to go ahead and see what the other themes are,” he said letting go of her hand.

“Okay, but don’t get too friendly with the locals,” she teased and entered the room. The first person she came to was Ophelia, floating down a plasticine river, reeds tangled in her hair and clutching a small vial to her breast. Stephanie shivered a bit and proceeded to go further in.

Meanwhile, Charles, fully meaning to figure out the place first, before getting too enthralled at looking at all the statues, skipped the last three rooms on the other side of the second floor balcony and ascended the grand spiral stairs leading to the fourth floor.

It gave way to a long hallway going both directions and directly in front of him was a large archway going into a dimly lit room. One curtain had been drawn and a slight bit of light could be seen. He entered and was uncertain of the character’s identities around him. He thought he heard movement and looked over to his right. It was an immense room but he could make out Heidi far on the other side, several platforms and figures in between himself and her.

“I let some light in,” she called toward him, “hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” he had to raise his voice, the velvet lined room ate up all the acoustics. “Who are these people?”

“You American’s,” she started. Then giggled and yelled back, “They’re the principal players from the famous Opera’s. I’ve found Don Giovanni down here and he lives up to his reputation.” She licked her lips and stared absently at a figure out of Charles’ view.

Charles hadn’t a clue so he kept quiet. He’d gone to a view recitals of amateur singers that were friends and he had been to a couple performances of Nutcracker but his knowledge of classical arts beyond that was zilch. He walked along until he stood in front of an incredibly beautiful Spanish woman. Dark hair and eyes, bright red dress and a fan accentuated a rather perfect feminine frame. She had a look of daring and slightly angered expression on her face. Her arms where in outstretched positions as though she were performing an exotic dance—one arm, the one without the fan, was lower and seemed to be inviting the viewer to come closer.

Charles blew the dust away to read the marquee. Carmen. Huh, he thought, okay, I’ve heard of that one. “Here you go Carmen, have the key,” he said followed by a mock bow and placed the stone in the outstretched hand. “Not sure why I need this, so you can watch it for me.”

He turned and began looking at the other figures. It would have surprised if not horrified him to see the hand of Carmen embrace the stone and a slight yellow glow come out of the seemingly ordinary rock.

He made his way over toward where he thought Heidi was to discover she hadn’t gone far. He couldn’t see her but there was a lot of sound going on. He made his way past an absurd looking birdman, titled ‘Papaganio’ and headed toward the Giovanni statue. Odd. The statue was no longer on the pedestal but was standing in the middle of one aisle way. And then he heard Heidi moan. “Uh, Heidi? Are you okay?”

The fact that the statue, with it’s back to him, was pant less was only part of the shock as he suddenly beheld the young blonde on the floor, skirt raised above her waist and void of any underwear, frigging herself with one hand. The other hand was busy kneading her breast through her cotton barmaid top. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously lost in her pleasure.

Charles froze. He knew he should stop watching and return to his wife, or maybe tell her off and get her out of there, but Heidi’s activities were hypnotic. He could not avert his eyes while his mind warred with his body on what he should do.

Her hip gyrations against her slender fingers sped up. She slid deeper into her wet hole, spinning her fingers around in a constant circular pattern. Her pussy apparently was ready to absorb her digits, puckering around them. Charles wished he could lick them clean, as he suddenly caught the smell of her female fragrance. It was a musky cunt-rich scent.

Studying her undulating body from behind another statue, he was having difficulties breaking away. She was so compelling, so beautiful. His mind was telling his body to pursue the invitation of her jerking hips and sopping pussy. He was almost at the point of throwing all caution to the wind, thoughts of Stephanie long gone, when suddenly, the statue moved!

Had it been standing there watching this entire time? Then it spoke.

“That’s right, nice and wet. See I told you I had powers over women. You, seniorita, were too easy, but that won’t detract me from taking your virginity." He stepped forward until his cock was hovering over her head. Heidi looked up and grasped his manhood with her free hand, enclosing her fingers around it tightly. She didn’t pause for a second while masturbating herself, opening her mouth wide, as far as it could open and drew her head up to the tip of his penis. She looked like a baby bird that needed to gain sustenance from the mother. She let out a little whine for not being able to wrap her lips around it fast enough. Finally it was in her mouth and she was creating an incredible suction.

Charles nearly blew his load in his pants from the sight of this seemingly naïve blonde completely throwing every ounce of modesty away for the taste of cock. At the same time she continued running her fingers over and over her stimulated clit. Her quick, furious movements in and out of her cunt, and back up around her clit were increasing her joy.

Charles was having problems comprehending the size of Giovanni’s toy. She was holding on with her spare hand, and while her hand wasn’t particularly large, it still astounded him that she could not get her hand all the way around it. Her lips looked like they were being stretched to the limit in order to accommodate him in her mouth.

By now she had three fingers in her cunt and was pushing with all her might. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster. Was that a fourth finger? Charles ogled. And then something happened he had never imagined. Heidi bunched up all her fingers, thumb included, and pushed. “Ohhhhhhh, GOD!” she sobbed, as her hand slipped in up to her wrist her body now bent over to allow for the angle and dropping the penis. “PLEASE, FUCK ME! I NEED IT!”

Was Giovanni torturing her somehow? Mind control perhaps? Charles felt a chill run through him. There was something not right or natural about all of this.

Suddenly he realized someone was standing behind him. Turning he saw the incredibly beautiful Carmen staring at him. The tip of her mouth barely rose to show a smile. “Thank you for the gift,” she said, motioning to the rock in her hand. “Are you enjoying the show?”