The Figure


I was in the back room, painting figures when she came in.

It's my job, painting plastic, lead and pewter figures for the gaming store, to sell or for customer requests. This day, I'd finished the Napoleonic War's Dragoons early on, and the Mage Knight repaints after that. With the commissions done, I had time for stuff for the window. I did an excellent job, if I do say so myself, on a Kzinti warrior: tiger striped, with streaks of blood on his axe and his muzzle. A bit more utilitarian work on a couple of space destroyers and a wizard that could hex with the best of them.

Then I put the finishing touches on the belly dancer figure that'd occupied my spare moments for a month. Today I applied a very careful wash over her harem pants. It made them look like very fine silk stretched tightly over otherwise naked flesh. I looked her over as she dried. Sometimes, especially during the last month, I imagined having a lover the size of this figure. Six inches tall, with a respectable 3 - 2 - 3 figure, she was a fine handful. I'd painted her eyes closed, but I could imagine that she knew I was there, watching her. I could almost imagine a small, coy giggle. It'd almost be heartbreaking to sell her to some teenager with more money (and libido) than any ability to appreciate the subtleties in her decoration.

Just then, the door from the store opened, and the Boss walked in. She chases everyone out after the lunchtime browsers leave, hangs a 'back in ten' sign on the door and comes in back to grab her lunch out of the fridge. As usual, Mary came straight over to my painted figures and started looking them over. She knew better than to touch them, as any single one might still be wet. Instead, she leaned way over to inspect them, with her hands behind her back. She does this to show me her cleavage, so I cooperated, and looked appreciatively on as she looked appreciatively at the figures. She's even better endowed than my belly dancer, and the halter top she had on worked to maximum advantage. The gentle swells of her breasts pressed nicely together, but not so tightly that an admirer couldn't imagine room to put a hand, or more, down between them. She wasn't above using her looks to draw customers, and the teens in the three-city area certainly had no objections to shopping in a store with such scenery.

So, I spent a pleasant few moments watching her breathe as she worked her way up the line. She whistled when she got to the warrior cat-man.

"Looks nice, Tom. Is he ready for the display window?"

"Yes," I allowed, "with a coat of Clear-Coat tonight, he could be making the Niven fans drool tomorrow." I glanced up to see when she turned her attention to the dancer. Even if I couldn't tell by the direction, I knew from her eyebrows that she realized my current hobby-piece was finished.

"Oooh, Tom, she's beautiful. And you're right, that almost see-through effect is sexier than a thong bikini would have been."

"Thanks."
"So, she's done? I can think of a few customers that'd pay handsomely for such a sex kitten. Good job, Tom. A really good job. In fact...” she paused, as I tried hard not to let my hopes up too high. "In fact, I think you deserve a reward for such effort."

Her hands came out from behind her, one to tug the halter open, the other sweeping around to sweep me up. She stood up straight. Caught in her fingers, I looked down as first one nipple then the other popped out. Then with her other hand free, she gently but firmly tugged my sweat pants and t-shirt clean off, dropping them to the desktop near my bed.

I spread out in her cupped hands as she bent her face down to me, and looked me up and down. I don't know about rhinoceros horn or reindeer antler, but I have to tell you, when a face the size of a billboard looks at you with erotic interest, that's a powerful aphrodisiac. Very powerful. I thought I was going to burst out of my own skin before she stuck out her tongue and started licking me. As the pink flesh worked up my thighs, the sensation was enough to turn everything from knees to rib cage into one big, excited erogenous zone. Soft, firm, slick and warm, there's just no feeling to compare it to. I came explosively once, but she kept on working up and down my front and sides until I was hard again. Then she took my legs into her mouth, and sucked off everything from the waist down. My legs rubbed furiously against the insides of her cheeks and the outer sides of her tongue. Her lips kept me off her teeth, and her hand supported my back. I grabbed her nose and lost myself in the second ejaculation.

Spent in every way imaginable, I relaxed in her grip. She lowered me to her nipples, and rubbed my spit-slick form over both. I tried to squeeze them as they went by. There was a shudder when she came, and I realized that one hand was missing, probably inside her panties.

She lowered her face to me again, and laid a small but loving kiss on my chest. Then she stepped to the sink. She cleaned me and her hands off, and deposited me back on the desk.

I watched lazily as she got a salad from the fridge, placed my afternoon tray of figures on the desk, blew me a last kiss and went back out into the store.

I lay naked on the desk, letting the air dry me off. I looked up to see that I was near my belly dancer figure, which was also drying off.

Like I said, sometimes I imagine a lover closer to my own size since the accident. But when you get right down to it, I have no complaints.