Tonight was the night. Walking down the roads of the park, there was not a soul around. It had been a long time coming, carefully observing and sticking around for whole nights at times. Taking note of when people left and came, where it was more likely someone would be and where they would go. She had been preparing for this for a while. Way longer and putting more effort than what she would be willing to admit sober.

Dim lighting showed her the way, courtesy of streetlights that were long overdue for a revamp. In fact, the full moon, looking down like a giant pupil in the sky, gave more light than that. Trees and bushes projected long dark shades, unsure of their direction as natural and artificial light clashed. But, even if the whole place was plunged in total darkness, nothing but pitch black, she would be able to easily navigate the area.

She was lucky that the night was warm too, having on her little else than a dress. Sure, she had the whole night ahead, but she would rather go commando and save time. And the anticipation was already building up, the silky cloth rubbing against her sensitive bust as it bounced freely. The occasional light breeze, weak enough to barely lift a leaf, was enough to send shivers down her spine as it gave teasing caresses to her exposed crotch.

None of it mattered though, as her heart fluttered at the sight of the silhouette she was so fond of. Standing all alone, on a short pillar that was her pedestal, was the one that had caught her eye, so long ago. In fact, it had caught something more than her attention, fondly remembering all the time spent nearby, simply admiring her beauty.

A display of wonderful beauty that had it all. Hourglass figure? Check. Long and graceful limbs? Check. A lovely and shapely posterior? Yep, check. A couple of big, delightful and round stone mounds on her chest? Double check. All of it crowned by a perfectly combed hair tied in a bun, a mesmerising visage and the sweetest smile. One hand covering the crotch, and the other one of the breasts, leaving the other for all to see.

The pedestal was low and small, fitting for one, but it felt like it elevated it. A masterwork of pristine white marble, somehow immune to weather and time. A goddess of beauty, standing above her in all her glory. And oh how she longed to join in, to stand with it. She was beautiful herself, always happy to flaunt her own beauty with the most revealing outfits and clothes, but no way a match for such a divine sight. The idea of standing alongside on that pedestal, to display herself, without need of cover or decency… the idea sparked an ember down there.

Letting the dress slide down to the grown was enough to make her purr lightly. The lightest caress, and she was already like that. Tucking the cloth away, as well as her high-heeled sandals, she felt the grass tickle the soles of her feet. Her heart beating like a gong in her chest, the breathing growing heavier as she tried to find her resolve. The same that had pushed her and motivated her for all that time.

The pedestal was right there, a step away from her. And the statue looked at her almost with that smile that melted her heart, almost like she was encouraging her to do so. Her eyes ogled her figure, going down her face to her covered womanhood. All across her bust and the lovely curves of her marble body. Now that she thought about it, she had no idea who had put it there. Not that she cared.

One eager foot stepped up, followed a moment after by the other. She panted,turning around and not fully believing she had done it. She felt… amazing, relieved. Like she was much, much higher than what she was. A paragon of unmatchable beauty, only surpassed by the one that shared the pedestal with. And as much as she would love to let her fantasies fly wild, there was a problem. No matter what pose she tried to strike, there was little room. And she would have to cling to the statue if she wanted to remain up.

The stone body felt cool to the touch, pressing her immense breasts against the stony back and loving every second of it. Her nipples hardened under the touch, radiating heat on to her object of affection. She imagined those stone lips, forever curled in a smile, so warm and loving that made her own curl. Would she like this kind of attention, far different from the usual one?

She enveloped her in a hug, tenderly and carefully locking her hands before her delightful stone belly. Such loveliness, such perfection… and she finally got to see her up close. Her hot breath condensed against the cool stone skin, hands unclasping and moving. Given she had already made it this far, would she mind if she was thorough in her appreciation? The right hand teasingly slithered down to the crotch, while the left one claimed the left breast of the statue.

Both started caressing as one, fully savouring the shapes of the stone woman. She gently caressed and groped the stone orb, enjoying the smooth roundness of the breast, playfully pressing and rubbing the index fingertip against the perky nipple. Meanwhile, the right hand caressed the hand that covered her crotch. Did the fingers ever go in, or had she been denied that?

Her breathing was a heavy panting, showering the neck of the stone woman in pecks and nuzzles, pressing her body as hard as she could against the stone one. The smooth and firm against her warm and supple, the fading coolness only fuelling her arousal more and more. The lust moved her like a puppet on a string, and she would gladly dance to the tune, the only sound that pierced the silence being the one of her body colliding against the stone.

Using her as support, she breathed deeply, trying to keep her lust in check. Maybe she had gotten a bit carried away. Probably… Yes, she had gotten carried away. Very much so. It was best to go back and try to find a pose… maybe back to back could work? However, the moment she retired her hands, another one got a hold of the one in her crotch. Her heartbeat stopped, as the statue glanced over her shoulder and gave her a knowing smile. And a challenging one.

There was no doubt. Their bodies pressed again, left hand groping the breast and the right one once again approaching the womanhood. The way was open, the stone hand gently guiding her towards her goal. Not a word was spoken. Not that it was needed. The feeling of the stone body had changed. She remained smooth and firm, but it felt malleable, a blend of a statue and a living woman.

As she groped the tit, she closed her eyes and simply leaned against the neck of the statue. She felt her do the same, groping her other breast while leaning back against her, relishing in the pleasure. Her slightly shaky hand battled between being too eager and a bit unsure, but her lover helped her remain steady. And the nether lips of the stone woman simply let her in, wet and malleable like her very own were.

She could almost hear the woman holler in pleasure, her stone body tensing at the sudden jolts that ran through her. She turned her head to the side, lips pursed, and they quickly locked them into a long and drawn out kiss. Their tongues wrestled back and forth, while their bodies moved as one, like dancing partners that had years and years of practice. And each moment felt blissfully joyful, keeping the kiss going and going. She had long lost count of time, but eventually they parted ways.

It was then that she finally noticed several things. Herself. She looked pale, well, paler, her already fair skin almost reflecting the moonlight. And her body felt… amazing. The cracking noise that filled the air was enough to send a delightful shiver down her body. And so did the occasional warm breeze, the loving touch of her statuesque lover, the very moonlight felt like a loving caress.

The marble woman turned around, almost twirling in place, and gave her a silent smile. She was beaming, her joy intoxicating her. Cupping her breasts, she quickly mimicked the motion, the two pushing forth. The collision sent a bolt through them, the feeling of their nipples making them arch their backs and moan without a sound. A delicious pleasure that spread from the rock-hard nipple, and gradually faded the further it reached.

Panting, they recomposed themselves, as the woman marvelled at the sight. The beach balls in her chest, which she loved so much, shared a similar whiteness and texture to her dear lover. A pristine marble white, with darker veins appearing here and there. Something that applied to all of her body. And the marble woman was eager to show, as she gave her a gentle hug, only to make her squeal and giggle without a sound as she squeezed her hardening butt cheeks.

Sharing another peck, and as lovely as pressing their breasts together was, the marble woman stepped back and offered her a hand. She immediately took it, getting a wink in return as her lover simply let her weight fall. Not a chance she would be damaged, quickly balancing her with a mirroring move.

Her whole body was in sight, seeing all of her rendered in marble. Her arm and her legs, now their grace rendered in flawless marble and developing darker veins that twisted and spread like vines. Longer or shorter, they were mesmerising to look at, only that more noticeable as the moonlight made the contrast as evident as it could be.

Acting as one, they both pushed forth, into each other’s loving arms. They were locked in a passionate embrace, both with their limbs and their lips, standing in place while their tongues once again danced back and forth. From the mouth of one to the other, licking the lips on the way, while the cracking of her hardening body provided the delightful tone they moved to. She barely registered her heartbeat stopping, or her last breath being exhaled. Marble had no need for that. She was gorgeous, a wonderful display of her own beauty to match her lover.

There was something else too though. Parting ways, she looked down. Her immense marble globes obscured the view, but she felt it regardless, a feeling of stiffness. It spread through her, coming from everywhere and growing ever stronger. She looked into the blank gaze of her lover, slightly confused. Was a single night all they had? She received no answer, how would she? But that warm and loving gaze was all she needed, and gladly took the hand that her lover offered.

Never letting go, she was to spin in place, closing her eyes and savouring the feeling of her lover’s gaze. The marble had claimed her through and through, and the inspection of her lover made sure of it. Stopping, she hugged her lover, even flexing a leg behind her in glee. They would be together forever, displaying their beauty for any that wanted to see.

However, the smile of her lover became teasing and playful, having her twirl. Their bodies rubbed against the other’s, making her moan without a sound as her lover stepped behind her. A bit dazed, she was about to look over her shoulder, when those marble hands hugged her from behind. She revelled in the touch, the right one slowly sneaking downwards. She wiggled, fully enjoying the bliss but trying to break free.

No chance though, as the grip of her marble lover was firm as stone. She felt the hand caress her womanhood, teasingly circling but not going in. And she loved it so much, looking over her shoulder, at her gorgeous lover. Only fair, right? Her left arm sneaked backwards, managing to reach and squeeze her lover’s butt cheek. As for the right one, she twisted and flexed it, reaching for the back of the head and pulling the other woman closer.

She stood in tension, feeling the fingers creep ever closer. And each time they did, she squeezed her lover’s shapely ass. Once, and twice. The left hand of her lover sneaked around her shoulder and under her long and wavy mane, gently caressing her cheek and closing the distance. Their lips locked once again in a loving embrace, their bodies tensing as the stiffness threatened to leave them like that.

Two fingers went in, while another two kept the way open for them. They would remain like that, pressed against her blazing womanhood, which radiated the most intense and pleasant bliss she could have ever dreamed off. A blaze that spread in all directions, built up in her breasts and butt, before moving on and blooming into a mind shattering orgasm. She had squeezed back, and could only hope and wish it was a fraction as good as what she felt.

It had gone unnoticed, having eyes and attention for only her new lover, but the night was at its end. The moon had left the two lovers behind, the silver light fading and taking a golden hue as the sun rose in the horizon. A gentle and loving caress that bathed their bodies, but one that felt distinctively warmer.

Never had she dreamed of something like this, but she would gladly remain like this. She- They would display their beauty from their pedestal, the love they had for one another, twisted and entangled in their final pose. And any and all were welcome to watch, as closely as they wanted… or dared. Maybe one night they would make their pose a threesome, welcoming a brand new statuesque lover in their display.