I had never really understood the appeal of bird watching, but my hubby loved it. We 'd been married for a small over three yr when he finally got me to get along out on a day trip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the sunrise and ram out to a billet near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the park, where there were some blinds and small out edifice set up for hoot watching. The early morning June conditions was crisp, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a pair of 'mommy denim ,'hiking boots, a light long sleeve shirt and a sports bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of former people on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the spot where my husband said the best birds were, and we set our bags down on one of the field day board. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my husband was in his own minuscule world, pointing out shuttlecock to me, and scribbling down all the ones he saw in his birding notebook. I got bored pretty quickly, and started playing some Hearthstone on my phone.

At a little after ten, just as I was considering going for a walking for a bit on my own, or at least digging into some of the snacks when a young woman came up the track into the clarification. I gave her a waving, and she waved back with a sunny smile. I got up and left my hubby to his razz and walked over to her.

'' Hi, '' I said, quietly. My husband had been very keen on making sure we were silence, so as not to frighten off the birds. `` I 'm Rebecca. Are you here for birdwatching, or just hiking about ? ``

'' Carol. Just out for a hike, '' she said as she shook my hand, with an Australian or New Zealand accent, I 'm not sure which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summer, this is my start time to go exploring in the mountains. You like birds ? ``

I laughed a bit. `` Not really, but my married man loves it so I came along. Are you hiking alone ? ``

'' Yep ! I do n't have it away many people here, so I 'm all on my solitary today. ``

'' You should probably have a hiking buddy. The bears are starting to come down to the lower mountain this time of twelvemonth, and there are always cougars, '' I told her.

She gave me a funny flavour, `` Cougars ? ``

'' Ya, you know, panther, mickle Leo the Lion, pumas. They have lots of different names, but they 're big mean cats. That 's why it 's always wagerer to hike in a duad or a group, because then the brute wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't realize ! I do n't suppose there 's any chance you 'd wish to take the air with me for a bit is there ? I wanted to go higher up, I did n't earn it might be dangerous ! ``

I thought about it for a moment. This lady friend seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at boo through opera glasses. I agreed, and went and told my husband. He did n't mind and went back to his birds. I grabbed my backpack with its piss, snacks, and various junk, pulling out a water bottle for both me and Carol.

We set off, chatting as we went. carol told me she was 19, from Auckland and working at a hotel in Banff for the summer. She had arrived a hebdomad ago, and this was her foremost day off so she decided to go for a hike. She was a city girl, having spent most of her lifespan in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Zealand 's batch so she was a hike novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a small firm in Calgary. I loved the great deal and to boost, rather than just sitting around and watching shuttlecock like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few other people as we hiked, in duad or small-scale groups, but as we got higher up into the mountain we saw less and less. carol downed the first bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my camp shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't bring in this would be such hungry work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a sweat ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't take care. It was nice to have someone to talk and hike with. After about 45 second of walking, Christmas carol was starting to get a bit fretful, pressing her thigh together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the pee-pee terpsichore !

'' Got to go ? '' I asked. Carol blushed, which because she was a fairly pale-skinned redheader, was very apparent.

'' It was all that piddle ! Do you think there 's an earth-closet near here ? ``

'' Oh honey. The closest is probably back where my husband is bird watching. But we 're in the Mrs. Henry Wood ! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to squat against. I 'll keep on a look out. ``

Christmas carol nodded then quickly darted off the way, before I had a chance to grab some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her yank her pants down, and then the hiss of pee hitting the forest trading floor. That miss really had to go !

'' Um, Rebecca ? '' She called. `` Do you have any, um ... ''

'' Forgot about toilet report did you ? '' I finished digging the toilet paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her butt against a tree, jeans and panties around he ankles with a small pool soaking into the background. I started to handwriting her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

Carol had the hopeful, red orange pilus I had ever seen, big and shaggy-haired between her stage. She caught me looking and giggled. `` Like what you see ? ``

I felt my look flush and my spike turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to leave. rather than taking the tissue paper from me though, carol instead grabbed my wrist. She stood up, pulling me around so I was facing her, and kissed me. Hard.

I had kissed girl a few times at party back in my University days to tease the bozo, but never anything like this. I stood there frozen in jar as her tongue worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the deal still holding my wrist joint and the early behind my neck opening pulling me deep into the kiss.

I do n't consider myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a womanhood before, but the passion and saturation of the candy kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her rear, sending my lingua into her mouth, though I was still unsure of what to do with my hands, enjoying her adhesive friction on my one wrist and leaving my other hand at my side.

After a few arcminute of kissing, as Carol could tell I was getting more and more into it, she took hand and moved it until the tissue paper was against her privates. I realized what she wanted me to do. I wiped the Kleenex from the top of her scratch to the rear, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it piddle I 'm for certain. I dropped the Kleenex and started to run my paw away, but Carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking backtalk again. I began to rub up and down her pussy, felling the coarse cultivated carrot red pubes against my fingerbreadth, the wetness and heat coming from her slit. I could differentiate I was getting just was wet, and my mamilla were almost painfully tight and stiff. I dipped my middle finger inside her. She was incredibly wet, affectionate and smooth interior. I felt her pussy twitch like it was trying to grab onto my finger. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a small groan of foiling which quickly turned to one of joy as I found her clit and began to make slight circles on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed ilk forever. I began moving my digit faster and faster and her groan became louder. She broke off our buss and rested her head word on my shoulder, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussy spasm under my script. She let out a sigh and moved my helping hand off her crotch, then looked at me with a mischievous grin.

'' You 're flex ! '' She said and spun me around so my book binding was against the tree. I started to protest, but stopped as she began kissing my neck and rubbing my knocker through my shirt and summercater bra. What the hell was I doing ? Letting this girl almost half my age do these things to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My gear of though was broken as I felt Christmas carol undo the button of my jeans and skid the slide fastener down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a paw down into my jeans, overtop of my pantie. With her finger pressing the fabric into me I could experience how damp they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a minute while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the kiss and squatted down in straw man of me, her gasp still around her ankles. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my blue jean down until they were around my mortise joint, pulling my butt away from the tree so she could slide them down my pelvic arch. Then Carol leaned forward and placed a buss on my panties. `` I hope you taste as good as you smell, '' she said and yanked my pantie down to fall in my jeans.

'' So smoothen, '' she said as she ran her finger's breadth down my kitty-cat lips, sending shivers all through my body. I waxed every other Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all opinion left my head as her fingerbreadth spread my lips and her tongue dipped between them. The outcome of her natural language on my clit was an galvanising shock, even more so than when my hubby went down on me. Christmas carol 's tongue worked on me while she slowly slid first-class honours degree one, then two fingers inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistance at all. She curled her digit to rub against the cap of my pussy, which combined with her tongue made me puff and moan.

I grabbed the binding of carol 's headspring, and pushed her harder against my genitalia. It 's not that my husband was bad at oral exam sex, he was fantastic, but the fact that it was a miss doing this to me, and in the middle of the woods no lupus erythematosus, had me more turned on the I had been in class. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her finger from inside me, causing me to to moan in letdown. Then she did something I was not expecting. She took her now very wet fingers, and began pressing them against my asshole.

I had done anal before, back when I was exploring all sorts of sex in university, but these Clarence Day I do n't like it much, and these twenty-four hours it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my husband is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my pussy on Christmas carol 's fingers helped them slide in though there was still resistance and pain, but the misdirection of her suck on my clit like a vacuum kept me from protesting. At starting time she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the replete feeling, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my button. I almost pulled her paw away, but I did n't require her oral fissure to stop.

After half a minute, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the combined sensation of her mouth and the fullness and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the bound. `` Do n't, do n't quit ! I 'm so close, '' I told Carol in a breathless moan. It was then that she took her other hand, which until now had been gripping my thigh and slip her forefinger and index digit into my pussy. I could find the fingers in my pussy and ass detrition against each other through the thin bulwark that separated them as she fucked me with one helping hand going out while the other went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a ten percent of a indorsement passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her fingers unvoiced enough that some distant part of my judgment was worried that they might break. I did n't care though. I was hit with one of the most intense orgasms of, if not my life story, at very least the last few years. I shuddered and my breathing spell caught in my throat. I tried to moan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few seconds. Carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensitive that her mouth and finger were too a lot and I pushed her away. I am defiantly not multi-orgasmic, and I need time to recover.

Carol sat back and looked up at me, my cum on her font, pants still around her ankles, and said, `` You 're in good order. I should definitely be fix for Cougars in these woods. ''