I had never really realise the appealingness of bird observance, but my husband loved it. We 'd been married for a little over three years when he finally got me to come out on a day trip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the break of day and drove out to a blot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the green, where there were some blinds and small out buildings set up for bird watching. The early on morning June conditions was kinky, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my crown around my waist. I was wearing a duo of 'mommy dungaree ,'hiking boots, a light foresighted sleeve shirt and a athletics bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of other people on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the spot where my married man said the best razzing were, and we set our bags down on one of the piece of cake tables. We got out our opera glasses and pretty soon my husband was in his own petty Earth, pointing out Bronx cheer 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 piffling after ten, just as I was considering going for a walk for a bit on my own, or at least digging into some of the bite when a Edward Young womanhood came up the path into the clearing. I gave her a moving ridge, and she waved back with a gay smile. I got up and left my hubby to his birds and walked over to her.

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

'' carol. Just out for a hike, '' she said as she shook my helping hand, with an Aboriginal Australian or New Sjaelland accent, I 'm not sure which. `` I just moved to Banff to mold for the summertime, this is my first sentence to go exploring in the mountains. You like birds ? ``

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

'' Yep ! I do n't know many people here, so I 'm all on my lonesome today. ``

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

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

'' Ya, you know, cougars, mint lion, catamount. They have lots of different public figure, but they 're big mean cats. That 's why it 's always better to hike in a pair or a group, because then the animals wo n't nettle you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't earn ! I do n't suppose there 's any chance you 'd like to walk with me for a bit is there ? I wanted to go high-pitched up, I did n't realize it might be dangerous ! ``

I thought about it for a second. This girl seemed skillful, and I was bored silly looking at birds through binoculars. I agreed, and went and told my married man. He did n't mind and went back to his dame. I grabbed my backpack with its water, snacks, and various dust, pulling out a water supply nursing 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 week ago, and this was her first day off so she decided to go for a hike. She was a city girlfriend, having spent most of her life in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Sjaelland 's mountains 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 spate and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching razzing like my married man. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few early people as we hiked, in pairs or pocket-size groups, but as we got in high spirits up into the peck we saw less and less. Christmas carol downed the maiden bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't realize this would be such hungry work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a exertion ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't mind. It was nice to take in someone to talk and hike with. After about 45 minutes of walking, Carol was starting to get a bit antsy, pressing her thighs together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the piddle saltation !

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

'' It was all that water ! Do you think there 's an outhouse near here ? ``

'' Oh honey. The closest is probably back where my husband is bird watching. But we 're in the woods ! Do like a bear does, and notice a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to scrunch up against. I 'll keep a flavour out. ``

Carol nodded then quickly darted off the path, before I had a chance to take hold of some Kleenex from my bag for her to pass over with. I heard her yank her pants down, and then the hiss of pee hitting the forest story. That girl really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about lavatory theme did you ? '' I finished digging the toilet paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her goat against a tree, jeans and panties around he ankles with a pocket-sized puddle soaking into the primer coat. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

Christmas carol had the brightest, red orange haircloth I had ever seen, big and bushy between her branch. She caught me looking and giggled. `` Like what you see ? ``

I felt my brass flush and my ear turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, make 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 girlfriend a few metre at parties back in my University days to tease the guys, but never anything like this. I stood there frozen in shock as her tongue worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the mitt still holding my wrist and the other behind my cervix pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I do n't consider myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a fair sex before, but the love and intensiveness of the candy kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her backrest, sending my natural language into her mouth, though I was still unsure of what to do with my deal, enjoying her grip on my one wrist joint and leaving my other hand at my side.

After a few minutes of kissing, as carol could tell I was getting more and more into it, she took manus and moved it until the tissue was against her crotch. I realized what she wanted me to do. I wiped the Kleenex from the top of her slit to the binding, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it water I 'm sure. I dropped the Kleenex and started to move my helping hand away, but Carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my mouthpiece, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking lip again. I began to rub up and down her snatch, felling the coarse Daucus carota sativa red pubic bone against my fingers, the wetness and heat coming from her twat. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my pap were almost painfully tight and stiff. I dipped my middle fingerbreadth inside her. She was incredibly wet, lovesome and smooth inside. I felt her pussy twitch like it was trying to snap up onto my finger. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a humble moan of frustration which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her clit and began to have little roundabout on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed like forever. I began moving my digit faster and faster and her moans became louder. She broke off our kiss and rested her promontory on my shoulder joint, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussy spasm under my hand. She let out a sigh and moved my mitt off her genitalia, then looked at me with a pixilated grin.

'' You 're work ! '' She said and spun me around so my back was against the tree. I started to protest, but stopped as she began kissing my neck and rubbing my breasts through my shirt and sports 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 Carol undo the button of my jeans and slip the zip fastener down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another buss. She slid a hand down into my jeans, overtop of my panties. With her fingers pressing the fabric into me I could feel how moist they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a instant while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the kiss and squatted down in front of me, her pants still around her ankle joint. Looking up at me with a immense smile she pulled my jeans down until they were around my articulatio talocruralis, pulling my butt away from the tree so she could slide them down my pelvic arch. Then Christmas carol leaned forward and placed a kiss on my panties. `` I hope you taste as commodity as you smell, '' she said and yanked my panties down to join my jeans.

'' So smooth out, '' she said as she ran her finger down my pussy lips, sending chill all through my soundbox. I waxed every other Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all mentation left my head as her fingers spread my backtalk and her tongue dipped between them. The force of her tongue on my clitoris was an electric shock, even more so than when my husband went down on me. carol 's spit worked on me while she slowly slid first one, then two digit inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistance at all. She curled her digit to rub against the roof of my twat, which combined with her glossa made me gasp and moan.

I grabbed the back of carol 's head, and pushed her harder against my privates. It 's not that my married man was bad at oral exam sex, he was fantastic, but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the midriff of the woods no less, had me more rick on the I had been in eld. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her finger from inside me, causing me to to moan in disappointment. 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 retentive before, back when I was exploring all sorts of sex in university, but these Day I do n't like it much, and these days it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my husband is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my puss on Carol 's finger's breadth helped them slide in though there was still ohmic resistance and painful sensation, but the misdirection of her sucking on my clit like a emptiness kept me from protesting. At 1st she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the full flavour, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clit. I almost pulled her hand away, but I did n't want her sass to stop.

After half a min, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the compound sensation of her rima oris and the fullness and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the boundary. `` Do n't, do n't break ! I 'm so close, '' I told Christmas carol in a breathless groan. It was then that she took her early hand, which until now had been gripping my thigh and slip her index finger and index finger into my pussycat. I could find the finger's breadth in my pussy and ass detrition against each other through the slim wall that separated them as she fucked me with one hand going out while the former went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a tenth of a second passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her finger intemperate enough that some upstage part of my mind was worried that they might violate. I did n't care though. I was hit with one of the most intense orgasms of, if not my life, at very to the lowest degree the go few eld. I shuddered and my breath 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 digit were too much and I pushed her away. I am defiantly not multi-orgasmic, and I need time to recover.

Christmas carol sat back and looked up at me, my cum on her face, pants still around her mortise joint, and said, `` You 're right. I should definitely be set for Cougars in these woods. ''