Mesozoic Massage ~ Ignite Story

Alan had been a paleontologist for 20 years.  His wife, Emma, was a geologist. She would work on contract projects in the fall, winter and spring, but she kept her summers free so that she could accompany her husband on digs.  Alan specialized in dinosaurs, ancient marine reptiles, and other Mesozoic life, although he also found an interest in the early whales and gigantic sharks of the Paleogene and Neogene Periods. To Alan, size mattered.  He liked big fossils. 

Emma, or “Emmie,” as her husband called her, liked microfossils and smaller invertebrate fossils more.  She was an expert at identifying the age of strata based upon invertebrate index fossils.  Still, she enjoyed accompanying her husband on his digs. 

Emma was very good at spotting fossils that were barely showing on the surface. For example, she excelled at finding gastroliths, stones that some kinds of animals swallow to grind up their food. They sometimes occur at dinosaur dig sites that contain long-necked Sauropods.  Because of the effect of both dinosaur stomach acid and grinding action, fossilized gastroliths are so smooth that they actually feel greasy.  

It sometimes annoyed Emma and Alan when people assumed that, since they were scientists, they were atheists.  Both had been raised as Christians, and when people questioned their beliefs, they said, “Science seeks to understand HOW this wonderful world was created.  But only God tells us WHY.”  

One afternoon, at the end of a long day at the Sauroposeidon dig site, Emma showed Alan several gastroliths that she had found.  Alan was delighted. “Your eyes are still as sharp as they are beautiful!” he said to his wife as he examined each gastrolith.  (It was an inside joke they shared from the movie “The Ten Commandments.”)

Alan looked up from the rocks he was examining, and he noticed that Emma was rubbing one of the gastroliths against her cheek. “These are sooooo smoooooth,” she said. “I love how they feel on my skin.”

A few minutes later, Alan smiled to himself as they drove the couple of miles to their campsite.  They had a motorhome parked by a small stream under a few trees. The motorhome had a propane-powered stove, heater, and water heater.  It also had a generator and AC. He was thinking about how Emma had pulled a muscle that day. He did not want her to be hurting, but this played nicely into his evening plans with her.  

“What are you smiling about?” asked Emma from the passenger side of the truck. Then she winced. “Ouch!  I think I pulled a muscle in my back when we moved that femur this afternoon.”  

Alan nodded and said, “I’m sorry that you’re hurting. I so appreciate your help and your company at my summer digs. Those gastroliths that you found today are the best I’ve ever seen!  I know it’s hot and dusty at the dig site, but you never complain. I’m going to give you a sensual massage with a twist tonight to help stop your pain and to make it up to you.”

Now Emma was smiling. “With a twist? That sounds intriguing,” she said in her most sultry voice. “I’m certainly enjoying this alone time in the evenings. It looks like I’m about to enjoy it even more!” The term “alone time” was their code word at home when the couple wanted to be alone together and away from their kids. Emma absolutely did not want to be alone, by herself. 

Alan felt his motor starting up, and it wasn’t the motor in the pickup he was driving.  He thought about why he and Emmie had all this alone time. It was due to the decisions of their three kids. Their son was working for the summer between his freshman and sophomore years of college.  They also had two girls, and both were in high school. The girls had decided to do a summer camp this year instead of again volunteering at “Dad’s Dino dig.” He hadn’t minded. This summer was working out to be a bit of a second honeymoon for Emma and him.  

“Sooooo… what is the twist?” asked Emma.  

His wife’s voice woke Alan from his thoughts. 

“It’s a surprise,” he answered. “I gotta keep you intrigued with me somehow.”

Emma chuckled. “Seeing you managing the dig and excited at new finds is so sexy to me,” said Emma. “I love seeing you in your element!”  

Alan glanced over at the beauty beside him.  Sure, she had filled out a bit over the three kids and 20 years of marriage, but her bobbed, curly brown hair still framed her cute face.  And to be quite honest, he loved the magnified curves she now sported. “Ya know, Emmie, I love seeing YOU kneeling on the ground and digging out fossils.  Dirty T-shirt and cut off jeans and all. I think I like you best this way.

Emma looked down at her attire and brushed at the dust on her T-shirt and shorts. “Like this?” she asked her husband incredulously. “All dusty?” 

“Exactly like that,” affirmed Alan.  

Emma looked down again.  Now SHE got an idea. They were driving very slowly up the isolated gravel road that led to their camp.  She undid her seatbelt and kneeled on the truck’s bench seat and faced her husband. She then reached under her T-shirt and undid her bra clasp.  It hooked in front. Then in one motion, she pulled her T-shirt and bra off. “Don’t you prefer this view?” she asked her husband. 

Alan nearly ran the truck off the road!  Emma held each shapely full breast with one in each hand. “Do you want these?” she asked.  

Alan looked over at her, then pulled the truck to the side of the road.  He undid his seatbelt and turned his attention to each nipple. Alan sucked and licked and tongue-flicked one while gently pinching the other, then he switched sides. This went on for about two minutes. 

“Ooooohhh!” moaned Emma.  That is very nice!” Then she turned away, faced the front, and put her feet on the floor.  Their campsite was a few hundred yards ahead, and it was so remote she did not bother replacing her bra and shirt. “I gotta keep YOU intrigued too,” she said with her coy, sexy smile.  

Alan said, as he restarted the truck, “That ought to make me nice and hard for later.”

“That would be the other reason I did it,” said his sexy wife. 

They had a routine each evening at the campsite.  Emma went to shower, and Alan started to grill dinner.  Emma was so excited to find out what twist would come with the massage that she almost forgot to use cream rinse on her hair.  Alan was just finishing up grilling the trout they had caught from the stream the night before when his bride of 20 years walked down the steps with only a small towel wrapped around her waist.  

“Maybe I DO like this view more,” said Alan as he gazed on her perfect curves.  

As they ate dinner at their motor home’s table, Alan was understandably distracted.  He enjoyed the trout, but the fish he caught and took to the wedding alter was looking mighty good!  Afterward, they set up their massage table next to the motor home before Alan ran inside to shower himself.  

When he came out of the motor home, Alan was nude and carrying a pot of quite warm water. He also had a geological sample collecting bag that obviously had something in it.  His wife was also nude and lying on her back on the massage table, lit up by the alpenglow of the setting Wyoming sun. She was wearing sunglasses and gazing at the sunset, then down at her large breasts.

“Emmie, what a glorious sight you are!” said Alan.  

Emma turned to look at him and smiled.  She then again cupped the side of each full breast and said, “Allan, aren’t they lovely in this light?  They look like horns at sunset.” (She didn’t mean horns like on a bull, but horns like mountain peaks such as the Matterhorn.) 

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state.  She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.  

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” said Alan.  He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife.  Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy.  She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time.  He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something.  He turned back to his wife and approached her. “No peeking,” he said and rolled up a bandana to wrap around his wife’s face as a blindfold.  

“No fair!” Emma complained, but she allowed Alan to tie on the blindfold.  

Next thing she knew, Emma felt warmth and some weight at the small of her back.  Then a similar feeling began to move up her spine. She realized that they were warm stones.  Being a geologist, she had to ask,

“Igneous, right?  They almost always use basalt for massage stones.”  

“Not this time, my sexy rockhound,” said Alan. 

The warmth began to spread out all over her back. Emma’s sore muscles seemed especially to benefit.  With time, her back strain had already started to calm down, but this helped even more. Emma sighed deeply.

Her husband wiped the pads of her feet and began his massage at her right foot, then switched to her left one. Alan’s hands moved up her legs, starting at her ankles. He worked up her right calf, and his magic touch relieved the tension. Then he switched to her other calf, and to his surprise, his wife mooed. 

“You ARE working on my calf,” Emma joked.  

Alan chuckled but continued to massage each thigh. Emma felt his hands getting tantalizingly close to her ladyparts.  Then she felt Alan move his hands off her legs, and she felt a slight scratching feeling traveling all over her back. It came on both sides of the warm stones, but each side felt different. “Whatever you’re using, don’t stop,” she said to her husband.  

After a couple of minutes, the light scratching stopped, and Emma felt Alan slide two of the warm stones from the small of her back to now move around on her bum.  They felt so smooth, and suddenly she knew what he was using. “Gastroliths,” she mumbled. 

Then she felt Alan use one hand to sweep the stones still on her back into some kind of cloth bag.  She guessed that it was another geologic sample collecting bag. The scent of coconut wasted toward her nose as warm coconut oil dribbled onto her back. A lovely sensation followed as Alan slipped one stone, coated in the oil, between her buns. She felt it slide down and part her ready vaginal lips.  Then it rested there for a few moments.  

“Roll over my lovely geologist,” said Alan, removing the two remaining stones from her back. 

With a sigh of disappointment at their loss, Emma complied. Then she felt more oil poured onto her chest, tummy, and ladyparts.  The two gastroliths came back to rub gently on both of her nipples, which quickly rose to the occasion and became both hard and erect. She sighed again, but this time in pure pleasure. 

Alan said, “This one should make you happy,” and Emma felt something with tiny ridges rubbing the tip of one of her nipples.  She cooed and couldn’t help arching her back to push towards whatever it was. 

While the rippled stone took turns on each nipple, one gastrolith stone worked slowly down her ribs and tummy in little swirls.  Finally, Emma felt the utterly smooth stone slide across her clitoris. She gasped in surprise. It felt incredible! “Yeeeessss!” she breathed out. “That feels sooooo gooooood!”   

Alan was enjoying the show.  He said in a low voice. “You said the gastroliths were smooth, and you liked how they feel on your skin. Now let’s add something else.” 

Emma felt the nipple stimulation stop, and then to her surprise, she felt some kind of dildo begin to penetrate her vagina.  One gastrolith was still circling her clitoris in tiny circles. The “dildo” felt like a banana, but it was harder. It only went in a little way, but Emma felt her husband pumping it in and out, and it felt wonderful. 

She reached down with one hand to feel what he was using, but Allan removed all stimulation and said, “Against the rules.” 

“Awww,” Emma whined. She wanted him and whatever he was using to come back, so she reached towards him instead, finding his tummy with her hand. She slid her hand down and felt what she was seeking. Emma wrapped her experienced fingers around his shaft and began to pump him with her hand.  She could tell that her husband was fully hard. “Ooohhh, THIS will feel so good inside me!” she said. “Just how a female geologist likes it, ROCK HARD!” She slid her hand from his firm precum covered tip to the broader, hard base and commented, “This is when size matters to me.”  

“Mmmmmmmmm!” Alan said. He was trying to keep up the movement of the Mesozoic relic inside his wife’s lovely love tunnel.  He had tried twisting it in different directions, and that elicited some low moans of pleasure from his impaled and very sexy wife. 

As she pumped his solid erection with her hand, whatever he was using in her continued gently sliding in and out.  Emma noticed that it even stretched her love tunnel in unique ways as he turned or twisted it inside her vagina. Her best guess was still that it was a banana, but it didn’t feel soft like a banana. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter. 

“Aaaww,” Emma complained when Alan removed the object. Then she felt him shift from beside the massage table, and she lost her grip on his turgid penis. He opened her legs wider as he climbed on the massage table.  She felt his manhood part her outer then inner lips, and she couldn’t stand it any longer. She HAD to see him! She reached up and ripped off the blindfold and looked into his handsome laughing blue eyes. She looked down and grabbed his hips, watching as she pulled him deep inside, and they began to make enthusiastic love.  

The build-up had been so intense.  But both Alan and Emma were still surprised when her orgasm hit in less than thirty seconds.  

“I’m coming already!” she said in the loud whisper she tended to use during sex. “It’s so wonderful to see you and feel you inside me! Please don’t stop!”  

Allan had no intention of stopping.  He pumped deeply into his voluptuous wife with abandon, and she pumped back in their well-practiced rhythm.  They both could feel and hear his testes slapping Emma’s inner buns with each thrust. It had only been a few seconds of this when she got another surprised look on her lovely face.  Her big beautiful golden-hazel eyes flashed with pleasure. “I’m coming again!” she whispered loudly. “A-a double orgasm!”  

Emma writhed in ecstasy under her husband’s pounding as this second orgasm overtook her.  This time she squealed with delight. Her vaginal contractions squeezed and stroked her husband so strongly that he came in an eruption of semen and gasps and grunts of pleasure.  By this time, the massage table was shaking like a 7.5 earthquake was going on.  

Alan’s orgasm was beginning to subside when an unexpected intense aftershock of pleasure occurred.  Then came a final smaller spasm, and he was done. Emma felt those last waves of her husband’s ecstasy, too, as his erection throbbed deep inside her.  Alan had a look of grateful amazement on his face.  

“I’ve told you many times,” teased his sexy wife, “if you’re going to make love to a geologist, then expect aftershocks after the main event.” Then, with her love lying in her and on her, she held him close and whispered into his ear. “Gastroliths?

“Yes,” came his reply. 

“Claws scratching my back?” she guessed. 

“Correct again,” he said. “Well, half correct. It was an Allosaurus claw on one side and a Megalodon tooth on the other.  

“Trilobite on my nipple,” Emma said next, rather than asked.  Then she added, “Probably Elrathia kingii.

“Show off!” said Alan.

“Banana inside me?” she guessed, with a feeling of doubt.  

Alan leaned up from their prone embrace and laid a deep kiss on his wife, then said with a grin, “You are the only woman in the Cenozoic Era to be penetrated by a T. rex!”  

Emma gasped! “A tooth? But what about the serrations?” she protested. “And the oil on a precious fossil?”

“Calm down. I used a replica tooth, and only the root went inside of you.” Alan chuckled.  “I think I’ll have that sexy image with me for the rest of my life.  Your beautiful ladyplace being made love to by a T. rex!”

Emma relaxed and laughed and added, “YOU are my REAL  T. rex!  You always have been! And by the way, thanks for the anniversary gift.”

Alan shook his head. “I wanted you to think that I’d forgotten and keep you in suspense.  But, yes, you got it right. This is your anniversary present. I brought the T. rex replica tooth and the Allosaurus replica claw from the lab last month and hid them in a back compartment of the RV.  Then I grabbed the trilobite from your collection and the Megalodon tooth from my collection before we left home. 

“And the gastroliths?” Emma asked. 

Alan grinned again. “I didn’t think of that part till you found them at the dig site today and said how good they feel on your skin.”

“Well,” said Emma. “They DO feel wonderful, even if they were once inside a Sauropod.  At least you didn’t use coprolites. I know that they are fossilized, but the idea of dinosaur poop on my clitoris or in my vagina is just not sexy.” They both laughed.  

Later that night, during their tradition of couple’s prayer, Emma thanked God for a kind, creative, and handsome lover in the person of her husband.  Alan then said a prayer thanking God for a loving, giving, supportive, beautiful, and sexy wife.  

They got in bed nude and cuddled up in a spooning position with Alan behind Emma.  It was a warm evening, and they did not want to have the generator running all night to power the AC.  Sleeping in the nude made sense to keep cool.  

Emma could feel Alan’s semi-erection up against her bum, and he was starting to transform again. “I am so grateful that God gave us each other,” whispered Emma, then added, “I’m grateful that he created dinosaurs that swallowed rocks, too.”  She snuggled tighter against him and again whispered, “Tonight was wonderful, my love,” 

“For me too, Emmie,” said Alan. “I was going to say happy anniversary right after we finished making love, but I was so blown away by you and your beautiful body and how wonderful it all was… And you came so fast!” 

She turned her head and looked into his eyes. “So did you,” she said. “I’m just too much woman for ya.” Then she turned to face him and giggled. “Honey, it WAS wonderful, but I want more.” She reached down to stroke his already nearly ready erection. “I want my REAL  T. rex back inside me now,” she whispered.  

Alan also reached down to stroke Emma’s ladyparts. Then they kissed, and their tongues did the mouth dance as each of them stroked the other’s primary sexual characteristics. Then Emma told Alan to lay down on his back. “Turnabout’s fair play!” she said and began to rub their favorite gastrolith on her husband’s chest and onto HIS nipples.  

Alan began stroking his reborn erection as Emma slid the stone down his front to his navel.  She pushed it gently inside his belly button and also started loving on his closest nipple with her lips and tongue.  Emma could see how close he was to cumming, so she stopped what she was doing and went up onto her knees and wiggled her buns as she offered herself to him and said, “Let’s do it dino-style this time!”

 

Author’s Note:

Being mostly trapped at home yesterday, and looking for something to do, I got out some of my fossils to look at, and they gave me a great idea. I thought about how smooth gastroliths are and how nice they feel rubbing on your skin.  So I wrote a story for MH that involved fossils. Then this morning, I tried out most of that story’s sexy activities. I should say WE tried them out. I had not told my wife what I had planned, nor had I read her my story yet. She edits all of my writing.  I kept the story a secret because I wanted to surprise her.  Like the wife in my new tale, her back WAS hurting, so the timing for a massage was great. 

So we had our fun, sexy encounter with the fossils, and each other, on our massage table. I then decided to change some of the details in my story based on what actually happened today in our bedroom.  Of course, I kept some of the differences in the story.  For instance, I had a Spinosaurus tooth, a Megalodon tooth, and a T. rex tooth.  And the part where Emma bares her beautiful breasts in the truck? Yes, my sensuous wife did that last year! I think that the MH writers often write about what we know and what we have experienced, even when we are writing fantasy.  So even in an MH fantasy, there is more evidence for how awesome married sex can be.  

We are so thankful to Heavenly Father for giving us this precious gift of marital friendship, companionship, and “hot as erupting lava” passion!  And we are grateful for those utterly smooth gastroliths too! Wasn’t it nice of God to provide such an unusual item for our shared marital pleasure?  True, He had to smooth out those stones inside a huge dinosaur, millions of years ago, but just maybe he DID intend those particular gastroliths just for us.