I had never really realise the appeal of bird watching, but my married man loved it. We 'd been married for a little over three year when he finally got me to amount out on a day trip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the forenoon and drove out to a place near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an time of day deeper into the Park, where there were some blinds and small out buildings set up for bird watching. The too soon morning June weather 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 jeans ,'hiking kick, a light retentive sleeve shirt and a mutation bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of early people on the lead, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the spot where my husband said the best shuttle were, and we set our udder down on one of the picnic tabular array. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my husband was in his own little existence, pointing out birds 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 small after ten, just as I was considering going for a walk of life for a bit on my own, or at least digging into some of the snacks when a young woman came up the path into the clearing. I gave her a wave, and she waved back with a gay smiling. I got up and left my husband to his bird and walked over to her.

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

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

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

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

'' You should probably have a hiking crony. The bears are starting to fare down to the lower good deal this time of year, and there are always cougars, '' I told her.

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

'' Ya, you know, cougars, peck lions, Felis concolor. They have lots of different names, but they 're big mean value cats. That 's why it 's always better to hike in a yoke or a group, because then the brute wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't agnise ! I do n't suppose there 's any chance you 'd care to walk with me for a bit is there ? I wanted to go gamy up, I did n't recognize it might be unsafe ! ``

I thought about it for a second. This female child seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at hoot through binoculars. I agreed, and went and told my husband. He did n't mind and went back to his dame. I grabbed my haversack with its piddle, snacks, and diverse junk, pulling out a urine 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 summertime. She had arrived a week ago, and this was her first base day off so she decided to go for a hike. She was a city young lady, having spent most of her liveliness in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Zealand 's mountains so she was a boost novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a attorney for a minor firm in Calgary. I loved the mountains and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching birds like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few other people as we hiked, in pairs or small groups, but as we got higher up into the spate we saw less and less. Carol downed the first 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 athirst work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a sweat ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't mind. It was skillful to stimulate someone to utter and boost with. After about 45 minutes of walking, Carol was starting to get a bit antsy, pressing her second joint together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the pass water dance !

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

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

'' Oh dearest. The closest is probably back where my husband is birdwatch watching. But we 're in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood ! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to squat against. I 'll hold a feeling out. ``

Carol nodded then quickly darted off the path, before I had a luck to snaffle 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 wood floor. That miss really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about commode paper did you ? '' I finished digging the crapper paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her butt against a tree, jean and step-in around he ankles with a low puddle soaking into the ground. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

Christmas carol had the hopeful, red orange tree fuzz I had ever seen, big and shaggy between her legs. She caught me looking and giggled. `` Like what you see ? ``

I felt my grimace flush and my capitulum turn brilliantly red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to result. Rather than taking the tissue 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 girls a few times at political party back in my University days to beleaguer 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 hands still holding my wrist and the other behind my neck pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I do n't consider myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a adult female before, but the passion and intensity of the candy kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her cover, sending my tongue into her mouth, though I was still unsure of what to do with my work force, enjoying her grip on my one wrist and leaving my other hired man at my side.

After a few minutes of petting, as Carol could tell I was getting more and more into it, she took hand 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 back, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it piddle I 'm surely. I dropped the Kleenex and started to move my helping hand away, but Carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking mouth again. I began to rub up and down her pussy, felling the coarse Daucus carota sativa red pubes against my digit, the wetness and estrus coming from her pussy. I could say I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully tight and stiff. I dipped my middle finger's breadth inside her. She was incredibly wet, fond and still inside. I felt her pussy twitch like it was trying to grab onto my finger. I withdrew my finger's breadth from her, and she let out a small moan of foiling which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her clit and began to have little roach on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed like forever. I began moving my finger's breadth faster and faster and her moans became louder. She broke off our kiss and rested her caput on my shoulder, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussy spasm under my handwriting. She let out a suspiration and moved my hand off her genital organ, then looked at me with a prankish grin.

'' You 're turn ! '' She said and spun me around so my vertebral column was against the tree. I started to protest, but stopped as she began kissing my neck and rubbing my bosom through my shirt and fun bra. What the nether region was I doing ? Letting this young woman almost half my age do these things to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My power train of though was broken as I felt Carol undo the button of my dungaree and slide the zip down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another candy kiss. She slid a hand down into my blue jean, overtop of my scanty. With her fingers pressing the fabric into me I could feel how damp they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a second while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the buss and squatted down in front of me, her pants still around her ankles. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my jeans down until they were around my ankles, pulling my butt away from the tree so she could slide them down my hips. Then Christmas carol leaned forward and placed a kiss on my panties. `` I hope you taste as good as you smell, '' she said and yanked my panties down to conjoin my jeans.

'' So smooth, '' she said as she ran her finger down my pussy lips, sending shivers all through my body. I waxed every other Fri, so I had just done it the day before. Then all mentation left my caput as her fingers spread my lips and her tongue dipped between them. The effect of her knife on my clit was an electric car shock, even more so than when my hubby went down on me. Carol 's tongue worked on me while she slowly slid outset one, then two fingerbreadth inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistivity at all. She curled her fingers to rub against the roof of my pussycat, which combined with her tongue made me gasp and moan.

I grabbed the back of Carol 's head, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It 's not that my husband was bad at viva sex, he was wondrous, but the fact that it was a young lady doing this to me, and in the midsection of the woodwind instrument no LE, had me more off on the I had been in years. 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 before, back when I was exploring all form of sex in university, but these mean solar day I do n't like it much, and these Clarence Shepard Day Jr. it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my hubby is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my pussy on Carol 's fingers helped them slide in though there was still electric resistance and pain, but the misdirection of her suction on my clitoris like a vacuum kept me from protesting. At foremost she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the full phase of the moon notion, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clit. I almost pulled her bridge player away, but I did n't desire her mouth to stop.

After half a min, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the fuse adept of her mouth and the fullness and modest annoyance in my ass was pushing me to the edge. `` Do n't, do n't stop ! 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 slide her forefinger and index fingerbreadth into my pussy. I could feel the digit in my kitty and ass rubbing against each former through the thin wall that separated them as she fucked me with one handwriting going out while the other went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a tenth of a second passed, when both my twat and ass grabbed onto her fingers tough enough that some distant part of my brain was worried that they might discontinue. I did n't like though. I was hit with one of the most acute orgasm of, if not my life, at very least the last few years. I shuddered and my hint caught in my throat. I tried to moan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few second gear. carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensitive that her mouth and fingers were too much and I pushed her away. I am defiantly not multi-orgasmic, and I need fourth dimension to recover.

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