My husband Ken and I were very much in love having met when we were fourteen and all of nineteen when we married. Our union lasted 11 years was wonderful until he took sick and passed from cancer. That was 3 years ago.
He was an only child who wanted to have plenty of children but due to his illness we were robbed of that joy. His family loved me from the beginning as if I were one of their own. Sadly another tragedy struck when just a year, almost to the day Ken died, my mother in law Susan passed suddenly from a brain aneurysm that devastated Ken's father Tom and I.
My father in law, Tom and I being that we lived so far apart, have had many long conversations via call apps where we have cried together, laughed and consoled. He has invited me out many times to his place but my fear of flying has stopped me cold. He one day said Kathy, enough is enough of this and invited me on a road trip to see Yellowstone Park, which I said yes to. He flew out rented an SUV and away we went with he footing the bill for everything, the food, gas and very expensive hotel rooms. I felt there to be no need for two rooms and suggested we cut that cost by sharing one room with two beds which he agreed to and so we did. It was working out fine, great in fact. We would stay up late talking about our loved ones lost, sharing stories and crying on each others shoulders.
Tom and I shared a love of hiking, a love that he passed down to his son Ken. It was hiking where Ken, his son and I, first met. The hiking in and around Yellowstone is fantastic so each day there Tom and I would explore yet another wonderful trail. Unfortunately I slipped while on one of the trails and hurt my ankle pretty bad.
Thankfully Tom is a man, like his son, who keeps himself in great shape having at one time been a top three finisher in a Mr America bodybuilding contest. He at the time of our hike was 51 years of age. He had me sitting on his shoulders as he walked us as best he could, back to the SUV.
His shoulders are so broad and surprisingly comfortable, the motion however and the positioning of my clitoris on the bony part of his neck was causing some unexpected and intense stimulation. With each step Tom took, my clitoris would be pressing up and down, side to side on his lower neck sending very good vibrations throughout my pussy.
It was an intense feeling and a panicky one as well with my pussy getting very excited and wet but me being terrified that I could and would reach orgasm. My concern was that as one who can't really control myself when climaxing, that I would not be even close to hiding what I was well on my way to have happen.
My husband Ken loved how orgasmic I was with his nick name for me being Orgasmoe. He loved how wet I would get and really loved that I, as he put it, was a Squirter. I loved it too and love cumming but not on my father in law's neck!
My body starting convulsing but because of the unsteadiness of the rocky terrain I was sure he wasn't noticing. Or hoping so. Luckily he tired just before I reached climax and had to rest himself which gave me a chance to calm down. I laid on the grass, my crotch soaked. I sat crossing my legs so he couldn't see my wet crotch. After about twenty minutes he said, "lets get going" having me climb back on his shoulders for round two.
Again within minutes, my vajayjay was acting up and this time I wasn't even close to holding back. My body naturally and uncontrollably convulsed into full orgasm. I was unable to hold back with my thighs repeatedly squeezing against his head as I screamed in climax.
He started laughing, I said "please Tom, please let me down" which he did on the grass. I laid there unable to hide the torrent of orgasmic spasms running through my body. "Well, you really are enjoying this hike!" he said. I was so embarrassed and said as much. He responded with that I should not be but said we still have a quarter mile to go and go we must.
Again I sat on his shoulders and again within five, six minutes I was having another full blown gushing climax. This time he didn't put me down but kept going which only caused me to have even a bigger and now squirting gusher. It was as if I were peeing on his neck. I could not have been more embarrassed particularly since I could very much smell my pussy juices and knew for certain he could as well.
We made it to the SUV, my shorts soaked and too the back of his neck. I just wanted to crawl away and hide. It was a quiet ride back, with me feeling a fool. Tom placed his hand on my knee and tried to comfort me.
When we got back to the room he was very much in need of a hot shower to loosen his now soar tired back. After about half an hour he exited the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around him. His body is incredible as was his son's but different. Ken was taller at six foot four and more slender, whereas Tom is six foot and very thick.
