It sure was a big cock! And those balls it hung over sure were big too!

Her heart pounding, her breath coming fast, Pam reached out and felt the brave's bronze cock, stroked it up and down, rippled her fingertips over its veins, caressing the brave's large balls. As her fingers inspected the brave's sex organs, her pussy throbbed against the crotch-seam of her white shorts and her tits swelled in her bra, her nipples stiffening against the titcups. She squeezed her legs together, shimmying her thighs against each other, rubbing the moist, searing-hot meat of her inner cuntlips together. Throbbing waves of fuck-itch pulsed through her loins and her face flushed hot.

God, what am I doing! she thought, and yanked her hand away. She fled the room, her shorts and bra and shoes all feeling much too tight. She felt like pulling off her clothes. She felt like rubbing herself between the legs.

She tried to concentrate on the other exhibits, but her mind kept wandering back to the naked bronze brave. He'd had such a big cock, and it had felt so hard and sexy. She wondered if the cock of her husband-to-be would feel like that to her touch.

She left the museum long before she'd intended to. She couldn't get her mind off the naked brave, and she was tempted repeatedly to visit him again, something she was not about to allow herself to do.

As she emerged into the sunshine, stunned for a moment by the blast of hot air outside, her eyes searched the fountain for Cissy. At first she didn't see Cissy, because Cissy was no longer seated alone. A young man with a mustache was seated next to Cissy at the edge of the fountain, and both he and Cissy were laughing. Cissy appeared to be doing a lot of squirming.

"Back already?" Cissy asked when she spotted Pam.

"I'm not feeling too well," Pam said. "Let's get going."