While traveling along the Mexican coast Angela Consort decided to visit the underground caverns in the area. As an amateur archaeologist she had heard of some artifacts being found in these caverns. Angela was very fit but certainly no Lara Croft. Attractive but introverted she had been successful in her life based on her abilities and not just sex appeal.
Previously Angela had done some spelunking in the United States and South America so the thought of exploring solo did not worry her. She rented equipment and asked at the local museum about sites of interest. The curator said there were indications of fertility altars being located in the area. A follower of the goddess Aphrodite this information heightened her interest.
Several days of exploring were exciting but resulted in nothing to indicate anything of archeological interest. Still curious though, Angela decided to do some caving along a secluded shoreline. Well known by the locals this area was said to be avoided as it was said strange voices emanated from the rocks. Angela was on her own; luckily she enjoyed her own company and was not superstitious.
Unfortunately these shore caves were the same as all the others she had been in over the years, damp with the smell of rotting seaweed. However, there was a small hole above the caves which looked interesting. Climbing up the worn rock face Angela arrived at an access about two feet in diameter. A smell wafted from the opening. It was earthy and reminded her of the smell of her own pussy, an arousing association.
Pushing her pack ahead of her Angela slipped through the opening. Her head lamp revealed a large cavern after about twenty feet of crawling. The walls were covered artwork and a large statue stood in the center of the vaulted space.
Many of the representations had large phalluses; this must be one of the sites the librarian had alluded to. Very excited Angela arrived at the statue. It was a five foot high penis! The stone was polished and the material looked totally alien to anything else in the cave. The scent she had noticed at the entrance was stronger here. Her arousal heightened, Angela ran her gloved hands down the stone shaft. Even the veins were lifelike and she swore they were pulsating.